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" Picture Me Rollin' "
Getting lifted, feeling right
Double cup, dirty Sprite
Baddest bitch, you know she mine
But you know I don't love 'em, and you know I don't cuff 'em, no
On the West side tryna feel the breeze
On a mission tryna fuck with OHB
She say she fell in love with the G in me
And she loving, she loving
You know I got the homies parked right outside
I'm in the blood red Lambo, yeah the what up 5
Got the killers and the bitches that be ready to ride
Cause they loving, they loving
Picture me rollin' 64 sitting on track
Picture me rollin' top down, switching lanes
Picture me rollin' from VA to LA
Picture me rollin', picture me rollin', aw yeah, aw yeah
Rolled my weed up for the night, I'm tryna smoke, aw yeah
See them clouds, you know we high, too fly, whoa yeah
If you don't smoke girl, it's alright, and I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing
That's more for me so I don't mind, I don't mind, oh
On the West side tryna feel the breeze
On a mission tryna fuck with OHB
She say she fell in love with the G in me
And she loving, she loving
You know I got the homies parked right outside
I'm in the blood red Lambo, yeah the what up 5
Got the killers and the bitches that be ready to ride
Cause they loving, they loving
Picture me rollin' 64 sitting on track
Picture me rollin' top down, switching lanes
Picture me rollin' from VA to LA
Picture me rollin', picture me rollin', aw yeah, aw yeah
All night long, play it if this your song (Everybody sing)
All night long, play it if this your song (Oh)
All night long, play it if this your song (Oh)
All night long, play it if this your song
Picture me rollin', Forgiatos on the Wraith, 64 sitting on track
Picture me rollin' from Virginia to the Bay, top down, switching lanes
Picture me rollin' private jet on the red eye, from VA to LA
Picture me rollin', 500, picture me rollin', aw yeah, aw yeah
Whole bunch of money in the safe
I got a chopper outside for a rainy day
I dirty, dirty, yeah keep it on my waist
Call me the baker man, I'm making all the cake
I got a bitch with an attitude problem
I know she crazy but I know that pussy awesome
Top down, riding round, nigga who are you?
I got ups bitch, what can Brown do for you?
Picture me rollin', aw yeah
" F.E.E.L.S. "
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh (Ayy)
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, loving you right, loving you right, loving you
Touching you right, touching you right, touching you
Feels for the night, best time of our lives
Loving you right, loving you right, loving you
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
Loving you right, loving you right, loving you
Touching you right, touching you right, touching you
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
Feels for the night, best time of our lives
Loving you right, loving you right
Get in the covers, mami hold down my love and
Oh, yeah, give it to me good-good tonight (What?)
I'm goin' under, 'cause I know you're wonderin', baby
Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah), I'm givin' it good-good to you
Know what I'm doin', baby (I just wanna keep)
Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Oh)
Touching you right, touching you right, touching you (Touching you, ooh)
Feels for the night, best time of our lives (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Like this, like this)
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Uh, uh, uh, oh)
Touching you right, touching you right, touching you
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
Feels for the night, best time of our lives (Oh, I just wanna keep)
Loving you right, loving you right
I didn't get any rubbers (Sorry)
I'm givin' you raw love tonight (Tonight)
I'm trustin' you, yeah (Trusting you with everything)
You trustin' me with a good-good time (In your life)
I got you, come sit on me
I eat the peach, tastin' your soul
Licky-lick, oh, my God
Switch it to me, you on your knees, suckin' the soul out me
Massagin' your feet, babe (Babe)
Feel the heatwave (Wave)
Don't sweat it out, know it's a weekday
Know you gotta go to work (Work, work, work)
But today you're gonna be a little late
And I'm gon' let you sleep, bae
You're gon' be rushin' when you gotta leave
I love you, girl, I'm teasin'
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
When we done, I'm get you where you gotta be
First, you gotta fuck the shit out of me
Ooh (I wanna keep loving you right), loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Oh, oh, you, ooh, baby)
Touching you right, touching you right, touching you (I just wanna touch you right, yeah, baby)
Feels for the night, best time of our lives (Yeah, baby, yeah, it's the best time)
Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Loving you, loving you, can I, babe?)
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
Loving you right, loving you right, loving you (Loving you, loving you, oh)
Touching you right, touching you right, touching you (Right, right)
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
Feels for the night, best time of our lives (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Loving you right, loving you right
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
" Compadre "
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
Yeah, all these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way, yeah
Olé, olé, olé, I just found out the play
Got my bitch all on his line sendin' his location
You must think you slick, huh
Pull up with the stick
Revolver, hollow shells, so you won't find out who did it
Disappear like Houdini
Drop the top, that's a magic trick
Three Lamborghinis, you fuck niggas on that rentin' shit
Cool as shit, through with all the foolish shit
You know, got the Rugers, with the toolies with
Get, that's a .30 clip, yeah
All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre (My compadre)
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day (Out in broad day)
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way (Yeah)
Wakin' up, I'm feelin' like I'm Pablo (Pablo)
I got some partners with the duffle like I'm Ralo (Damu)
I got some partners who gon' pull up with them hollows (Skrrt)
Your bitch gon' send me your location from your iPhone (Ayy)
Pull up in the trenches (Pull up in the trenches)
Uh, nigga, pull up with the stenches (Pull up with the stenches)
Uh, I keep pulling out of them bitches (Yuh)
I got the sauce and I'm drippin' (Woo)
I'm dripped in designer, call me Big Tymin, I'm just being honest
We got it on us, we pull up in Hondas
You don't want the drama, you talk to your Honor, yeah
All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin' (Kap G)
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way
All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way
" Let's Smash "
Guess who stepped into the room
It's ya boy Breezy hit 'em with that Auto-Tune
Automatic, systematic, robo to 'cause I want to
I'm a kind of guy don't follow rules
So c'mon baby girl let's break a few
But let me say this
Hold on, are you sure you wanna play with fire
I'm guaranteed to take it higher
If you say you don't then you're a liar, yeah
You don't want my number baby, you don't want my math
I know what you want, I know what you want
You don't want no picture baby or no autograph
I know what you want, I know what you want
You wanna hit it, hit it, hit it smash
Hit it, hit it, hit it smash
Hit it, hit it, hit it smash
Hit it, hit it, hit it smash
I know her game, she all the same
I don't really really wanna know her name
She went downtown like a stalker shame
But all her friends kept cock-blocking mayne
You don't want my number baby you don't want my math
I know what you want, I know what you want
You don't want no picture baby or no autograph
I know what you want, I know what you want
You wanna hit it, hit it, hit it smash
Hit it, hit it, hit it smash
Hit it, hit it, hit it smash
Hit it, hit it, hit it smash
You don't want my number baby you don't want my math
I know what you want, I know what you want
You don't want no picture baby or no autograph
I know what you want, I know what you want
You wanna hit it, hit it, hit it smash
Hit it, hit it, hit it smash
Hit it, hit it, hit it smash
Hit it, hit it, hit it smash
" Invented Head "
In My Zone, In My Zone
Oh, Breezy
Rhythm, Rhythm, Rhythm, Rhythm, Rhythm & Streets
Rhythm & Streets
Trendsetter, Trensetter
Head champion, head champion, head
Baby
He-He-Head champion, head champion, head
What turn you on?
Head champion, head champion, head
Head champion, head champion, head
We can do that
Head champion, head champion, head
Hahaha
He-He-Head champion, head champion, head
I'm in my zone, baby, haha
Head champion, head champion, head
Believe that
Head champion, head champion, head (Gangsta Grillz)
Soon as I walked in the room, she was on me
Like, "Nigga, take them clothes off and put it on me" (Put it on me)
So I'm 'bout to go hard for real
Let me throw your ass on the bed and peel
Your pants, your shirt, panties and your bra
Right off of your body, and put you on the wall
Who you gonna call when you need the D?
You already know I'm a freak in the sheets, yeah
When we get back to the crib (Get back to the crib)
Upstairs in the bed (Upstairs to the bed)
Girl, you gon' think (You gon')
Girl, you gon' think (You gon')
Girl, you gon' think (You gon')
Girl, you gon' think (Yeah)
That I'm a champion (I'm a winner)
I know how to get it done (Hell yeah)
Girl, you gon' think (You gon')
Girl, you gon' think (You gon')
I'ma make you think
You gon' think, you gon' think
You gon' think I invented head
I be having you singin' like opera
Put that soprano on your tone like opera
I use my tongue, yeah, I'm the cookie monster
You a Amazon so can you take this anaconda?
This the shit so I had to get it on this
Ain't even twenty-one, but I'm already on that grown shit
So can I lick it, lick it, lick it?
Why you think we in the kitchen?
When we get back to the crib (Get back to the crib, yeah, yeah)
Upstairs in the bed (Upstairs to the bed, oh)
Girl, you gon' think (You gon')
Girl, you gon' think (You gon')
Girl, you gon' think (You gon', yeah)
Girl, you gon' think
That I'm a champion (Yeah)
I know how to get it done (Hell yeah)
Girl, you gon' think (You gon')
Girl, you gon' think (You gon')
I'ma make you think
You gon' think, you gon' think
You gon' think I invented head
Yeah, when I kiss you
Yeah, yeah, when I lick you, oh, yeah
It's like la-la-la-la-la-la
It's like la-la-la-la-la-la
Baby (Yeah)
Yeah, when I touch you
You know that I'm gon' **** ya (Haha)
Head champion, head champion, head
He-He-Head champion, head champion, head (Yeah)
Head champion, head champion, head
Head champion, head champion, head
One hit, one hit, one (Trendsetter)
You won't get yours, you won't get it done
Yeah, yeah
Champion, champion, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Champion, champion, yeah-yeah-yeah
One hit, one hit, one
You won't get yours
I know how to get it done, yeah, yeah