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" Privacy "
I need your body in ways
That you don't understand, but I'm losing my patience
'Cause we've been going over and over again
Girl, I just wanna take you home and get right to it
Know I gotta kiss it, baby
Give it to me, lick it lick it inside and out
You know that I just wanna make love
Want you to scream and shout
And baby, when I'm deep in it now
I'ma slow it down, 'cause ain't no speed limit
When we're moving at the speed of sound
We gon' turn all the way up when the lights down
Why your pussy so damn good, miss lady?
Go and put that booty up, baby, one on one
You know I'ma go crazy when your legs in the air
You know your panties never getting in the way
You know I kinda like it, when you make me work for it
Ayy you, gal, inna di tight up skirt
Get that ass in the bed, I'ma lock the door
Shake that ass like boom shakalacka, boom shakalacka (boom, boom)
We don't need nobody watching us (yikes!)
No eyes but your eyes
Ain't nobody here but you and me
Licking your private parts (Boom shakalacka, hahaha)
And I know you love your privacy
You don't need a shower, you already wet
Know that pussy power, telling me, I ain't ready yet
I say, "Fuck it," face my fears, baby
When I lick it, I put tears in it
Put my face in it, eat it like a dinner date
You know I love foreplay, 12 play, everything
Know my lovin' don't change
I don't really give a fuck what a hater say
'Cause you fine, baby
And it's alright 'cause you're all mine, baby, ooh, hoo
Girl, I'ma let you get crazy
Ayy you, gal, inna di tight up skirt
Get that ass in the bed, I'ma lock the door
Shake that ass like boom shakalacka, boom shakalacka (boom, boom)
We don't need nobody watching us (yikes!)
No eyes but your eyes
Ain't nobody here but you and me
Licking your private parts (Boom shakalacka, hahaha)
And I know you love your privacy
Baby, I promise I won't tell nobody
Just long as you let me hit it like every night
I could give a fuck 'bout the club, 'cause that pussy tight
Do a split on it, drop it, baby, show you right
I'ma split your weave and you askin' me to stay the night
Whipped cream on your titties, then you suckin' on my dick with ice
Oh my God, oh my God, my bitch get me right
Ain't gotta pay for that pussy, my dick can change your life
I'm tired of missionary, wanna see you on your face
Put that ass up in the air, I'm lovin' how that pussy taste
Damn, on your side, on your side
Stop runnin' from this dick, I ain't 'bout to let you slide this time
Ayy you, gal, inna di tight up skirt
Get that ass in the bed, I'ma lock the door
Shake that ass like boom shakalacka, boom shakalacka (boom, boom)
We don't need nobody watching us (yikes!)
No eyes but your eyes
Ain't nobody here but you and me
Licking your private parts (Boom shakalacka, hahaha)
And I know you love your privacy
Privacy
Boom shakalacka
Hahaha
" Yoko "
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Bust a couple bands (Couple bands)
Blow a hunnid fast (A hunnid cash)
I just made a hunnid off a 50 pack
Where them bad Asian bitches holdin' down my city at? (H-h-huh?)
Where them girls from the A with that pretty face?
Round thing, yeah, I'm on that loud thing
Pop another bottle, shootin' corks at the crowd, dang
Yeah, I'm a stunna, but nah, I ain't Baby though
Young dude w-w-with the lazy flow, w-w-watch all these ladies go
Crazy when I pull up right beside 'em
I do a buck 30, yeah, I'm just send 'em flyin'
I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I'm lightin'
Big bucket's full of ice with bottles on fire inside 'em, uh
I call her Yoko Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono)
Only ride solo (Solo), solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
Mission for the dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo)
One look in her eyes (Eyes), she'll eat you alive ('Live)
She a man-eater (Eater), ski mad diva (Diva)
She might up and leave you 'cause you can never leave her
You ain't never have her so you can never keep her
Trippin' on the next man, he can't have her either
I call her Yoko Ono
Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes
On vacation, steady bakin' with Jamaican hoes
I got cash, boy, I don't care what you makin', ho
50 thousand on my wrist, I'm feedin' Eskimos
Damn, put V.A. on this shit
Buy a hundred fuckin' bottles, let 'em spray in this bitch
My money flow real long, I do relays in this bitch
And you know I kill songs
It's Burner, CB and Wiz, alrighty now
Ha, look at me, Rosé, I'm on, nigga
15 grand on a what? That's just my phone, nigga
Northern California, them blunts look like cones, nigga
Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah, it's Breezy, bitch
I call her Yoko Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono)
Only ride solo (Solo), solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
Mission for the dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo)
One look in her eyes (Eyes), she'll eat you alive ('Live)
She a man-eater (Eater), ski mad diva (Diva)
She might up and leave you 'cause you can never leave her
You ain't never have her so you can never keep her (Hahahaha)
Trippin' on the next man, he can't have her either (Uh)
I call her Yoko Ono
Shades on (Shades on), Polo white tee (Polo white tee)
Me leavin' here alone? That's unlikely ('ly)
Not a stoner bitch (Bitch), but she like me
Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee
I check them hoes, direct them hoes, take 'em home
And let them hoes go live out their fantasies
They poppin' pills, I'm rollin' weed (R-r-rollin' weed)
Even got a couple bad bitches overseas (Overseas)
Out the back 'cause ain't no tags when I'm shoppin'
And my bag filled with options so don't ask what it cost
I'm in a Maserati coupe goin' so fast that I lost 'em
And my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on us
Ah, k-killin' y'all, blow, dag get a coffin, uh
I call her Yoko Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono), Ono (Ono)
(Hahaha)
Only ride solo (Solo), solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
(Yeah)
Mission for the dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo), dolo (Dolo)
One look in her eyes (Eyes), she'll eat you alive ('Live)
She a man-eater (Eater), ski mad diva (Diva)
She might up and leave you 'cause you can never leave her
You ain't never have her so you can never keep her
Trippin' on the next man, he can't have her either
I call her Yoko Ono (Ono)
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko
" Anyway "
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
I know you probably never had somebody
Loving you like I do, someone that's there for you
Don't judge ya cause I know we only human
I must be stupid babe, letting you slip away
If you show me all your flaws, I'll show you mine
I'll claim your baggage, no longer need to hide
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
I wish that you could see you like I see you
It's not that you're no good, you're just misunderstood
Now it's my job to make you a believer
Them boys ain't like this man, can't love you like I can
If you show me all your flaws, I'll show you mine
I'll claim your baggage, no longer need to hide
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
Lemme get it like
Lemme get it like
Lemme get it like
Lemme get it like
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
'Cause I'ma love you anyway
" Gangsta Way "
Remo the Hitmaker
Ugh
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(I be riding through the city, girl)
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(I be riding through the city)
I'm in my hood all day (I'm in my hood)
It's the gangsta way
You know my way (You know my way)
Them boys don't play (Oh, my niggas don't play) (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(Just rolling through my city, yeah)
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(Just rolling through my city)
I'm in my hood all day (I'm in my hood)
It's the gangsta way (Oh yeah)
You know my way (You know my way)
Them boys don't play (Oh, my niggas don't play) (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Niggas said Hollywood, a nigga done made it
If I don't make it, I'ma call her on FaceTime, she gon' go crazy
I just want her ass up, face down, yelling out, "Baby"
Reppin' for my city, know they miss me, it's been a while, money ain't change me (haa)
Whip it then we flip it, head up North Street
Fuck what it cost, European whips, we be flossin' (skrrt)
Limp when I walk, you fuckin' with a boss (haa)
Oh I'm, you know
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(I be riding through the city, girl)
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(I be riding through the city)
I'm in my hood all day (I'm in my hood)
It's the gangsta way
You know my way (You know my way)
Them boys don't play (Oh, my niggas don't play) (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(Just rolling through my city, yeah)
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(Just rolling through my city)
I'm in my hood all day (I'm in my hood)
It's the gangsta way (Oh yeah)
You know my way (You know my way)
Them boys don't play (Oh, my niggas don't play)
Girl, you know I'll never leave
You know my heart is in these streets
And that ghetto love ain't changing
I'ma put on for my city, that's that Virginia in me
It's a big world for a little country boy, yeah, yeah
Now everybody knows my name
Baby, I'm coming home
Country nigga ain't change
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(I be riding through the city, girl)
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(I be riding through the city)
I'm in my hood all day (I'm in my hood)
It's the gangsta way
You know my way (You know my way)
Them boys don't play (Oh, my niggas don't play) (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Baby, you know I be riding round the town and down the block
(Just rolling through my city, yeah)
You know I be riding round the town and down the block
(Just rolling through my city)
I'm in my hood all day (I'm in my hood)
It's the gangsta way (Oh yeah)
You know my way (You know my way)
Them boys don't play (Oh, my niggas don't play)
" Deuces (Remix) "
K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac
All that bullshit's for the birds, you ain't nothing but a vulture (Oh, oh, oh)
Always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to fuck up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean when I tell her keep it drama free
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Chu-chuckin' up them deuces
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (Yeah, yeah)
Told you that I'm leaving, deuces
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (Whoa, whoa)
I know you're mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck
And now I'm finna throw them deuces up
What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we're arguin' more and it's gettin' less romantic
Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
But I'll fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will
I'll fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I mean, this part of our relationship's amazin' still
I might just put up with the arguin' and stay, for real
You lookin' bad, girl, for goodness sakes
You with all those curves, and me without no brakes, ooh
I'm willin' to work it out however long it takes you
You feel like you miss those happy days
Well, girl, that makes two of us, our timing is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's useless, all this fightin', let's get past it now
Even when I throw them deuces, you just send it back around
Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan
Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run around with them nothin'-ass bitches then
Go on, got me hot, smokin' like a chimney
We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies
Deep inside it's killin' me, but soon it's gon' be killin' you
To see her in that two-seater, know that's gon' hurt your feelings, boo
Ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go, released, into the wind
Again, again, and deuces I must throw ya, peace
You know what, yo? You a bitch
You should have a travel agent, 'cause you a trip
You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit
But all you got is some fuckin' issues, you fuckin' bitch
I hate niggas, but I love your mom
Give her a kiss for me, her second son
Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together
You gonna be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever
Girl seducers, they come in deuces
But when I cut 'em off they always become a nuisance
Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
He just took my old bitch and turned it to his new bitch (Ha ha)
I'm stupid, but I won't get my drama on
What I'm dealin' with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
So when you talk 'bout "you know who"
I don't know who you talkin' 'bout
According to my old bish, I be on some new ish
She was on some oldish, now I got a new bish
Think I give two-ish? You ain't gonna do ish
Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
If you knew better, you'd do better
Wanna get the middle finger, but I got two better
So you gonna diss me
Even though you know it's wrong
Know you gon' miss me a little when I'm gone
Drizzy voice
Now I'm ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy Royce
Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
I'm 'bout my business, boys, plus I make paper
Come on, that's old news, yesterday's paper (Nice)
Oh, you talkin', what about?
If it ain't how I kept you studded out
You might as well shut your mouth
You'll never score another me, I'll shut it out
Act like there's gum in your hair, girl, cut it out!
Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one that's missin'
Got a bucket full of ice, and a watch to go with it (Ugh!)
Got a racin' Lamborghini, have my homies scared to drive
Haters better put their head down, they know that boy be fly
All the charter planes, now I'm talkin' ballers slang
R.O.Z.A.Y. on that wall in that Hall of Fame (Ugh!)
I let my denim sag, red Louis belt
How can you love me, baby? First, you gotta love yourself
The farewell email from a female
But I'm a player, ain't gonna tell you all the details
What it entails is hard to say, like sellin' seashells
By the seashore, but she's not a bore
But neither a whore who needs to know more
The kind you can't ignore but want to open the door for
Or run in your favorite store
And leave with all them shopping bags and half of it ain't yours
I did things for her; ain't rich, ain't poor
I wanted to do more, but hell, I just ain't know her
Well enough to know if this is all she came for
But enough to know tonight excited she came four
Times to my cousin house to see if I was there
Get your minds out the gutter, man
We out here tryna have a good time
And here I am, all heavy with the words where
Somebody that's a nerd, likely fast forward
But, shit, they asked for it
It's hard to throw up them deuces
'Cause when you know it's juicy
You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses
Chase Cabooses until the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs
I'm on some new shit
I'm chucking my deuces up to her (Deuces)
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryna make it work (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye bye
Say bye bye, say bye bye to her (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye bye
Say bye bye, say bye bye to her