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" Quits "
And like that
Ha ha, we gone
Even though you're fine as fuck
We're just making matters worse
Go from us kissing to you burning my stuff
What you wanna break shit for? Did you buy this? No
Girl, what the hell you think this is?
I think you really need to stop this shit
'Cause I'm not gon' have it, it was fun while it lasted
But this ain't love, no
No, no, this ain't love, love, no
Every night, fuss and fight, something ain't right
With us, girl, 'cause we rushed this love
And neither one of us can blame the other
So maybe we should say goodbye
We can make this kiss the last kiss goodnight, tonight
So maybe we should say goodbye
Go our separate ways, call it quits
We gotta stop this thing between us
Girl, you're 'bout to make me cuss you out
Kick you up out my house
Here's your clothes, there's a door
And go shorty on your birthday
Now my shorty number two gon' be in first place
You're the main chick
'Cause I'm not gon' have it, it was fun while it lasted (Babey Drew, turn it up)
Girl, you gotta go
No, no, this ain't love, love, no (Whoa)
Every night, fuss and fight, something ain't right
With us, girl (With us, yeah), 'cause we rushed this love (We rushed)
And neither one of us can blame the other (Hey)
So maybe we should say goodbye (We should say goodbye, girl)
We can make this kiss the last kiss goodnight, tonight
So maybe we should say goodbye
Go our separate ways, call it quits
(Oh no, no, no)
" Fuck The City Up "
Yeah, girl, it's late at night and I'm driving
Over to your crib for some action
And I just can't wait to put it down (Down)
I just wanna work you out (Out), I'm pulling up in your driveway
Could you keep the door unlocked? I'm coming in, girl
A nigga going up the stairs into the bedroom
A bubble bath, rose petals on the floor
We gon' do it all night, we gon' do it all night
So baby, can we play a little game?
Girl, your body on mine, up and down
Just make me work for it, work for it, baby
I'ma give you the business and girl, you gon' get when I start really using my tongue, baby
Yeah girl (Yeah girl), whenever I'm in your city
You know I'ma blow 'bout 50 and I'ma fuck the city up (Now, yeah)
I'ma give my love to you, you, I'ma fuck the city up
I'm coming over, babe (Babe), over over, babe (Babe) and I'ma fuck the city up (City up, yeah)
I'm hella paid, h-hella paid, so I'ma fuck the city up
Girl, it's 1 AM to me, I know it's kinda early
But let's take it in for the night, baby
But if you wanna bring your friends (Ha ha)
She can come, she can come (Fuck it up, fuck it up)
Just let me lay you both on the bed, hands on the pillow
I'ma go deep, putting in work in the middle
Ass up, face down, baby, I'ma work it out
The three of us holding hands screaming a little
Both of y'all can get it all (Can get it all, can get it all, can get it all)
So baby, can we play a little game?
Girl, your body on mine, up and down
Just make me work for it, work for it, baby
I'ma give you the business and girl, you gon' get when I start really using my tongue, baby
Yeah girl (Yeah girl), whenever I'm in your city (Ayy)
You know I'ma blow 'bout 50 (Ayy) and I'ma fuck the city up (Now, yeah)
I'ma give my love to you, you, I'ma fuck the city up
I'm coming over, babe (Babe), over over, babe (Babe) and I'ma fuck the city up (City up, yeah)
I'm hella paid, h-hella paid, so I'ma fuck the city up (What? Look, ha)
The nightlife rough, I fuck the city up
Ride this bitch all night, tell her giddy up
Champagne, some new drinks, some new bucks
My life's too bright, thank my jeweler
This is the epitome of jealousy
When niggas expect me to strike out, like a felony
It's not my intention to lash out, but you tellin' me
A nigga that he never be one of the
The greatest
Bitch, you hatin' 'cause a nigga made it
When I was cuttin' records in my fuckin' basement
A lil', lil' nigga couldn't get a placement
But like a spaceship I'm outta here and outta fear
You bring the uh and I buy the beer
Lookin' at my chain, it's like a chandelier
But these diamonds here and these diamonds real
So baby, can we play a little game? (Ha ha, yeah)
Girl, your body on mine, up and down (Shake it for me)
Just make me work for it, work for it, baby (Ha ha, work)
I'ma give you the business and girl, you gon' get when I start really using my tongue (Like), baby
Yeah girl (What?), whenever I'm in your city (Yeah!)
You know I'ma blow 'bout 50 (Ayy) and I'ma fuck the city up (Yeah, now, yeah)
I'ma give my love to you (Woo!), you (Woo!), I'ma fuck the city up (Yeah!)
I'm coming over, babe (Babe, over babe), over over, babe (Babe, over babe) and I'ma fuck the city up (Yeah, city up, yeah)
I'm hella paid (Yeah!), h-hella paid (Woo!), so I'ma fuck the city up
" Cherry Red "
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red Vans
Cherry red Vans, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas shoot and then it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans, cherry red Vans
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch a burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red Vans
Cherry red Vans, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas shoot and then it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans, cherry red Vans
Cherry red Vans
Cherry red Vans
Cherry red
Cherry red Vans
All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's Eastside nigga, 500
Piru, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with the centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up, yeah
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red Vans
Cherry red Vans, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas shoot and then it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans, cherry red Vans
Lace up my red Vans, duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red Django
Breakin' the bread down with all of my niggas
Yeah, this is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that's that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red Vans
Cherry red Vans, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas shoot and then it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans, cherry red Vans
" 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
" Sing Like Me "
I got her singing (I got her singing)
I got her singing (I got her singing)
I got her singing (I got her singing)
I got her singing
Oh-oh-oh (I got her singing), I got her singing
Oh-oh-oh (I got her singing), I got her singing
Oh-oh-oh (I got her singing), I got her singing
Oh-oh-oh (I got her singing), yeah
Soon as I step out the whip, they spot me
Girls snapping pictures like the paparazzi
So many different type of women I'm into
And I can't take 'em all with me is my only issue
I wanna leave out of here, take 'em back to the crib
And show them how to do the chocha, hit it like Sosa
I wanna leave out of here, take 'em back to the crib
'Cause they know what I'm thinking, they look better naked
There's so many ladies
Up in this club I can choose from
And they all look amazing
That's why it's so hard to just pick one
When I get 'em off to the room, we ain't playing by no rules
And girl singing melodies
And it sounding like your favorite song playing on the radio
And can't get enough of me
I had a girl singing like me
I had a girl singing like me
I had a girl singing like me
I had a girl singing like me
All this bottle popping got me feeling nicely
Leaving by myself is highly unlikely
Looking for a right now, don't need no wifey
Settling down with one chick, that ain't even like me
So many women in the atmosphere (Atmosphere)
Gotta leave with at least three and a pair (Three and a pair)
The look in they eyes telling me that they want it
Don't like it that much to put a ring on it
There's so many ladies
Up in this club I can choose from
And they all look amazing
That's why it's so hard to just pick one (Pick one)
When I get 'em off to the room, we ain't playing by no rules
And girl singing melodies (Oh)
And it sounding like your favorite song playing on the radio
And can't get enough of me
I had a girl singing like me
I had a girl singing like me (Oh)
I had a girl singing like me
I had a girl singing like me
When I'm whispering in your ear
Know I got you listening, baby
I know you liking what you hear
Now let's leave up out of here, baby
When I'm whispering in your ear
Know I got you listening, baby
'Cause when I put my hands on you
Girl, I'm gonna drive your body crazy, oh
When I get 'em off to the room, we ain't playing by no rules (When I get 'em off in this room, yeah)
And girl singing melodies (Girl singing melodies)
And it sounding like your favorite song playing on the radio (Oh, no)
And can't get enough of me
I had a girl singing like me
I had a girl singing like me
I had a girl singing like me
I had a girl singing like me (Woo!)
When I get 'em off to the room, we ain't playing by no rules (When I get you off in this room)
And girl singing melodies (I'ma lay my hands on you)
And it sounding like your favorite song playing on the radio (I'ma give you what you need)
And can't get enough of me (And 'bout to guarantee, baby)
I had a girl singing like me (I got her singing like me, baby)
I had a girl singing like me (Singing like me)
I had a girl singing like me (Oh, whoa, oh)
I had a girl singing like me (Oh, like me)
(I got her singing like me) With no AutoTune
(I got her singing like me) When I get her up in my room
(I got her singing like me) Make you feel like the booth
(I got her singing like me) Make ya do what it do
(I got her singing like me) Oh, give it to me, baby
(I got her singing like me) Yeah
(I got her singing like me) Oh, give it to me, baby
(I got her singing like me) Yeah, yeah
When I get you off to my room, baby, baby
When I get you off to my room, baby, oh, yeah, yeah
I got her singing, oh
I got her singing, oh