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" Proof "
Yeah, you know it's hard
Hard to trust me and hard to love me
You know what it's gon' take so stop playing with your boy
Stop acting like I never made changes for your sake
Why flipping the script on me, that's your forté, cyeah
We gotta fix this here baby, aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Been through some shit this year
You been working tryna up your net worth, shawty
Doing the leg work, shawty
'Fore you leave, give me sex first shawty
I gotta get you wet first, shawty, naw naw
You gotta love me and baby we can call it a truce
You know I don't got shit to prove
This is something you always do
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a goddamn thing to prove, nah nah nah
You got my heart, this proof nah nah nah
How could you ever cut me loose? Nah nah nah
Here's your proof, nah nah nah
Damn, girl you better stop it
You told me tell them other girls to stop calling and I did
Always think I'm with another broad when you're not here
It's the truth, why would I lie to you? What are you doing? Worried 'bout what I'm doing
Say you got that proof, girl you blind to it, I'mma pour it baby
Had to let you know it baby, thought you knew it all
Chopped down, screw it up, guess I gotta slow it up for you this time
Yeah always thinking 'bout you and I, don't ever question if I'm down for you or not
Cause girl you know I'm down for ya
Whenever shit got deep, I woulda drowned for ya
Come be a queen, I got this crown for ya
I love all the way that I'm chucking downs for ya
You better love me and baby we can call it a truce
You know I don't got shit to prove
This is something you always do
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a goddamn thing to prove, nah nah nah
Yeah that's my blood, she proof, nah nah nah
Girl I'm not tryna win or lose, ah nah nah
Here's your proof, nah nah nah
Oh no no, bounce with it oh
I'll come out to Fruittown with it, 500
Her body calling my name, oh
Say my name, say my name baby, oh
This is something you always do
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a goddamn thing to prove, nah nah nah
Yeah that's my blood, she proof, nah nah nah
Girl I'm not tryna win or lose, ah nah nah
Here's your proof, nah nah nah
" Side Bitch "
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch
Look, I'm takin' shots of D'USSÉ
Te-tellin' me you love me, better watch what you say
Bi-bitch, you a bird, I got a flock of groupies
Lo-lo-lookin' for the money, bitch, I ball, I'm too paid
What you, what you mean I ain't never committin'?
Every nigga in LA to hit it
I ain't, I ain't throwin' no shade, lil' mama got amazin' titties
Big booty but her brain is missin'
Let me paint the picture
Says she, says she couldn't see me tonight, had to go to work
Had to get her weight up
4-45 minutes later, seen the bitch in the club with another nigga laid up (laid up)
With her triflin' ass, I guess this hoe all about her paper
I'm-I'm-I'ma do me, I-I-I told her don't do me no favors, favors
Thinkin' 'bout wildin' out, then the DJ startin' shoutin' me out
Yeah, I'm finna send my niggas to the bitch crib
While she fuckin' my niggas, runnin' the house
Huh, I need to cool down, nigga
Call myself Brown, you that nigga
Get up off that mob shit
A nigga really can't be mad about a side bitch, ha
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch
I-I-I got a lot of freaky reasons
Why-why I call you my side chick, I-I-I call you my side chick (side chick)
I-I fuck you every other season (si-si-side chick, oh yeah)
Ba-baby, you too much trouble for a nigga to be in (si-si-side chick)
Why does that pussy feel so good? (So fucking good)
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
She got so much motivation, my side bitch
Pu-pu-pussy good and hella tight
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
Girl, we be fuckin' this bitch 'til she hate it
Bo-bottom bitches kinda crazy
Too much trouble for a nigga to be in
Si-si-side bitch tryna have my babies
You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah (ooh, whoa)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (th-th-that's why you my side bitch)
Give your ass to all them niggas (all my niggas)
I just wanna fuck, no love (fuck, no love)
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas (oh, wanna let the homies get it)
She's sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on (and I know she been leadin' me on)
He gave her a bottle of Rosé (of Rosé)
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anything that comes out her lips (can't believe anything that this bitch talking 'bout)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (that's why)
That's why you my side bitch (that's why you my side bitch)
Yeah, ooh, that's why
That's why, that's why
" Poppin' (Remix) "
Chris Breezy
I see ya, daddy
Yeah, right off the bat, I'm a mack
We can get it poppin', we can get it crackin'
And if your man is whack
And if he lack what I pack
Then I will make you lack him
Shorty, we can do what you wanna, how you wanna
Where you wanna, when you wanna, ask them
And my clip never droppin'
We can get it poppin' like a MAC-10
Brrrr that, that, that on your back, back, back
I smack, smack, smack that
And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue
And it goes brrrr-a-da-da-da
Now who wanna get shot? Baby, I could tap that
Yup, I could tap that like the Rat Pack
I could lay back like a fat cat
But I'm a big dog on any track
Ah, and we got it pumpin' e'ry night, e'ry night
When we did our tour thing
You know I had to tell them young niggas
When it come to the women, I just switch like a mood ring
But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain
I'm hot, I smoke like two trains
I'm trained, I know how to do things
My thing hot like blue flame
Flame, the fireman put it out
She hot, the fireman put her out
All she gotta do is call up emergency
And I will be on my way to the house
Knock, knock? I know somebody home
Don't leave me knockin', baby
All you gotta do is bring that corn
And we can get it poppin', baby
Say, say, say, s-say, say what your name is
Ooh yeah, that fits you, girl
Tell me where you headed
Can I walk with you, girl?
You got that look in your eyes
That look like you give your boy here a good ol' time
And I'm on it, girl, that's right I'm on it, girl
See this is the first time I had a girl whose looks set me on fire
I'm really tryna get to know you better, girl, you ain't gotta act like you shy
'Cause we gon' do something, something is gon' get done
And we gon' get crunk and have a lot of fun and I say
Shawty, shawty
She wearing her hair, she working them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on, man, popping
Shawty keep it on and popping
Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah
Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking
You got me open and waiting, and popping
You keep me on, man, popping
Ooh, ooh
Uh, uh
Let me tell you
Yeah
I'm tryna keep my swagger but you 'bout to have me, girl
Jump through about four or five hoops of ooh baby
Let's take it to the hood so the people can see you, girl
Oh yes, you mean and vicious the way you switching, now I say
See this is the first time I had a girl who looks set me on fire
I'm really tryna get to know you better girl, you ain't gotta act like you shy
'Cause we gon' do something, something is gon' get done
And we gon' get crunk and have a lot of fun, ooh, ooh, ooh
Shawty, shawty
She wearing her hair, she working them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on, man, popping
Shawty keep it on and popping
Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah
Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking
You got me open and waiting, and popping
You keep me on, man, popping
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, Dipset!
I'm Santana, ayy
How ya doin', baby? Nice to meet ya
Wait, let me not mislead ya
First off, I'm about my dough and cheese
Just call me a slice of pizza
Yup, I'll be your pizza guy
Deliver your pizza pie
I got a chauffeur named Woodrow
Car named Bentley
When I speak he drives
Shorty know how to work it like a model (Yeah)
She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle (Yeah)
Baby, if you was a car
I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago (Yeah)
I leave you on a higher note
Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note
You get diagnosed with a higher dose
Of what you never had before, me
Plus I ain't like them other guys that be cryin' broke (Nope)
Whinin' broke (Nope)
I'm about my bread, you heard what I said
Baby, I'm a loaf (Loaf)
Come let me school ya
Bring it here, let me be your tutor
We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that
Scooter
Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G
In the back of my Maserati
Then I drop you off before curfew time
The kind of guy I be
Oh, I'm so kind
Them other guys are not like me
So don't pay them no mind (Nope)
Uh-uh!
Shawty, shawty
She wearing her hair, she working them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on, man, popping
Shawty keep it on and popping
Ooh, ooh
" Second Hand Love "
Filter out the pain
If you're gonna take my breath away
Black lungs (Black lungs), intoxicating
I'm addicted to your poison
There it goes, I'm just fadin' as fast as she came
If I die, then you know who to blame
All because of you, you
You give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
I'm used to your poison
You give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
You're killin' me slowly
Nicotine dreams, gas-lit lover
Temporary high, then I suffer, take my breath away (Away)
I think it's what I need, you took all of my nightmares out the safe
Girl, your menthol kisses, I made my peace with, now my breathing's different
There it goes, I'm just fadin' as fast as she came
If I die, then you know who to blame
All because of you, you
You give me (Me) second-hand love like second-hand smoke (Yeah)
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
I'm used to your poison
'Cause you give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
You're killin' me slowly (Yeah, uh)
Carry me, girl (Ha), carry me (Yeah), carry me away
Like the smoke that—, like the smoke that you blew my way (Yeah)
How, how could you, babe? How could you, babe?
Put a filter on your love, aw, yeah
Carry me, girl, carry me, carry me away (Oh)
Like the smoke that—, like the smoke that you blew my way (Whoa)
There it goes, I'm just fadin' as fast as she came (Oh-whoa)
If I die, then you know who to blame
All because of you, you
'Cause you give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke (Oh, oh)
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
I'm used to your poison (I'm used to your poison)
You give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke (Yeah)
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
You're killin' me slowly (Oh)
" Luckiest Man "
Woke up in the middle of you (Oh)
Feels just like the middle of spring
Nothing left to do but a ring
Lada, badaboom, badabing
I hit the lows, yeah, high and low
So hard to fight back, hard to go
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl
I can't believe that you were even single and free (Oh)
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl
Wake up in the middle of you, oh
Feels just like the middle of spring
Nothing left to do but a ring
Lada, badaboom, badabing
I hit the lows, yeah, high and low (And low)
It's so hard to fight back, high and low
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl (Oh, no)
I can't believe that you were even single and free (Free, yeah, oh)
Consider me the luckiest man in the world
'Cause you're my girl