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" Problem With You "
D.A. got that dope
Friday, Saturday, Sunday night
Only girls in the crib if they 'bout that life (Yeah)
Twenty-twenty-five, is the usual
And I'm a young nigga with 'em, livin' my best life (Oh)
Phone ring, I don't really think about it (No)
It's too late to talk about it
If you ain't tryna get dicked down
That's fine but
My only problem with you is
You call me late and never come over
Why you gotta cap?
It's 3:30
And I'm horny and thirsty
So why-y-y-y
Why you be hittin' my line up?
Please don't waste my time (Time)
You're too damn fine for me not to pick up
Two missed calls from a bad bitch
Slide in the DM, I'ma smash it (Yeah)
4 AM, why you playin' catfish?
You know you ain't gon' drive
You're playin' with my mind again
A nigga tryna get some head
No guest room, you in my bed
Thinkin' what I'm 'bout to do with your legs
But I know you ain't comin' so my
My only problem with you is (Only problem is)
You call me late and never come over
Why you gotta cap? (Oh-whoa)
It's 3:30 (Oh-whoa)
And I'm horny and thirsty
So why-y-y-y
Why you be hittin' my line up?
Please don't waste my time (My time)
You're too damn fine for me not to pick up
Don't know why you play with me
You can really get e-everything
Head to toe, I'ma lick you up and down
Have you ever tried the sex swing? (Ooh)
Next best thing
Don't text me
If you ain't talkin' sex, I won't listen (Ooh)
I'm too fade, too faded
And you're playing now
My only problem with you is (Oh)
You call me late and never come over (Ooh, baby)
Why you gotta cap?
It's 3:30 (30)
And I'm horny (Horny) and thirsty (Ooh)
So why-y-y-y (Why?)
Why you be hittin' my line up? (Oh)
Please don't waste my time (My time)
And you're too damn fine for me not to pick up
" Look At Me Now (Remix) "
I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Hahaha l'ego!
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sippin'
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missin'
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
Ladies love me; I'm on my Cool J
If you get what I get, what would you say?
She wax it all off, Mr. Miyagi
And them suicide doors, harakiri
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker
Lil nigga, bigger than gorilla
Cause I'm killing every nigga that can try to be on my shit
Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
Oops, I said on my dick
I ain't really mean to say on my dick
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I'm done
Now let a track go past like this and Twista not fuck with it
Y'all done lost your mind
Let me show y'all how I do it
Check it
I could hit you with the automatic flow
I could do any rhythm and any pattern that I wanna do, the harder that it go
You could see blood spilling out from my body right in front of you, and I'ma get the dough
Now the way I be shinin' be havin' everybody lookin' at me
Fuckin' them up when I buck and I'ma step and get off
I do a murder when I'm trigger happy (like)
I got the intricate
Pattern to kill 'em for currency when I be animate,
I'mma be makin' 'em holler 'cause I'ma get dollars
When I'm attackin' the beat I'm a scholar
'Cause I'm a personification of God so you better honor (what!?)
Mr. Immaculate, I'm gonna wreck it, a marvellous accurate lyricist
I'll be here forever
Haters wanna hate on me because they wanna hear whatever
I could spit a rhythm to a bitch and get her pussy wetter
Pimpin' on a bitch and tell her I could get her pussy cheddar
So I get the camera then go and make a movie
Me up in the back of her, tappin' her, gets the booty
Didn't wanna show my face even though she was a cutie
Nine millimeter and spillin' millions of milliliters of life out a nigga if he talk shit
C.E.O., step into my office
Coming with the awkward flow like I'm sick
Go get your momma to bring a thermometer
My temperature's hot
Come up with a flow that would kill a industry, and I could pick anything that I want off the lot
Never compatible 'cause I be intricate, when I be serving you
When I be doin' it at a pace, I know they can't leave me
Think Twista could kill 'em on a track with Busta and Breezy, Weezy? Easy!
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker
Man, fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'?
I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three Stooges
I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no, I'm pollution, no substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy
I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator
You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said shoot 'em, and I said okay
If you wanted bullshit then I'm like olé
I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind, from the bottom I climb
You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying
What's poppin' slime? Nothin' five, and if they trippin' fuck 'em five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight, bitch I been tight since Guiding Light
And my pockets right, and my diamonds white
And my mommas nice and my daddy's dead
You faggots scared cause I'm too wild, been here for a while
I was like fuck trial I puts it down
I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker
Okay, okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a motherfucker
" You Like That "
Girl, I need you to get in the vibe, but you don't even try
You are the one that I want, yeah, you know what I like
Nobody deny it, my bed and your body is callin'
Come sit on this chair, yeah
Come sit on this, let me
Put it in your body
Don't you give this to anybody
This is mine, all mine
You know I can give you life
Girl, you're so exotic
Come on, let's have a private party
Quit puttin' up a fight
You know I know what you like
So come on and give me that
Give me that, arch your back, let me take control
When the lights down low
When the lights down low
Stop playing with me, this is where you belong
I know you like that though
I know you like that though
Your body on me, quit actin' like you're so shy
When the lights down low
I know you like that though
You got that, got that right
You give me what I like
We put it on the line, you like it
Nobody deny it, my bed and your body is callin'
Come sit on this chair
Come sit on this, let me
Put it in your body
Don't you give this to anybody
This is mine, all mine
You know I can give you life
Girl, you're so exotic
Come on, let's have a private party
Quit puttin' up a fight (No, no)
You know I know what you like (Ooh)
So come on and give me that
Give me that, arch your back, let me take control
But when the lights down low (Oh-oh)
When the lights down low
You best stop playing with me, this is where you belong
I know you like that though (Ooh, ooh)
I know you like that though (Yeah!)
Your body on me, quit actin' like you're so shy
When the lights down low (Low, ooh)
I know you like that though (Ooh, ooh)
Give me that, arch your back, let me take control
When the lights down low (Oh)
When the lights down low
Stop playing with me, this is where you belong
I know you like that though
I know you like that though
Your body on me, quit actin' like you're so shy
When the lights down low
I know you like that though
" Turn Up The Music (Remix) "
Turn up the music 'cause this song just came on
Turn up the music if they try to turn us down
Turn up the music, can I hear it 'til the speakers blow?
Turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down
If you're sexy and you know it, put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up (Hands up, hands up, hands up)
If you're sexy and you know it, put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
And turn up the music, just turn it up louder
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Turn up the music, just turn it up louder
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, turn up the music
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, turn up the music
T-T-T-Turn up the music
T-Turn up the—
Turn up the music 'cause I feel a little turned on
Turn up the music, don't you try to turn me down
Turn up the music, can I feel it just a little more?
Turn up the music, fill me up and take me down
If you're sexy and you know it (Hey), put your hands up in the air (Ow)
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up (Hands up, hands up, hands up)
If you're sexy and you know it, put your hands up in the air (Up in the air)
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
And turn up the music, just turn it up louder
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah (I need it, it, it)
Turn up the music, just turn it up louder
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah (Yeah)
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah!)
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, turn up the music (Yeah!)
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Ow!)
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Turn up the music
Save my life, just dance with me
I, I can see it in your eyes, baby
You want a piece from me, oh
So let's do it tonight
And do whatever it takes to make it right
Don't stop the— (Ayy, ayy)
Just turn it up (Ayy, ayy)
Just turn it up (Ayy, ayy)
Just turn it up, just turn it up
Just turn it up, turn it up
Just turn it up, just turn it up
Just turn it up, I love you baby, yeah
And turn up the music, just turn it up louder
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah (I need it)
Turn up the music, just turn it up louder (Turn it louder)
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah (Yeah, leggo!)
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah!)
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, can you turn up the music? (Yeah!)
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah!), yeah, oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Can you turn it up, baby?
Turn it up, just dance with me
Turn it up, just dance with me
RiRi, turn it up, just dance with me
Yeah, oh, whoa
Turn it up, just dance with me
Don't stop the music
Turn it up, just dance with me
T-T-Turn it up, just dance with me
T-T-Turn it up, just dance with me (Just turn it up)
T-T-Turn it up, don't stop the music (Just turn it up)
You know you make me laugh
" Party "
Oh, hey
Yeah, it's Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
Bitches dancin' naked in my livin' room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes
Tell 'em don't start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it (Yeah)
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin' the most
Girl, come to my place, but don't bring no clothes
Let's be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby been eating her wheaties
All in the back, dishin' the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry (Sorry)
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari (Jump, jump, jump, jump)
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
It's party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin' in my 'rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I'm from the east of ATL, but ballin' in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin', that bitch movin' and she standin' still
I know these bitches choosin' me, but I got 80 on me still
I'm tryna fuck, who tryna chill? 'Cause I'm just tryna pay some bills
I'm multimillionaire LaFlare, this watch here cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon' take a ride, or you gon' stay with him
'Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry (Sorry)
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari (Jump, jump, jump, jump)
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party (She, yeah)
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party