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" Red "
That's one small step for man
One giant leap for mankind
Columbia, Columbia, this is Houston AOS, over
(Columbia)
Can I? Wait, can I? Should I?
Rewind, just remind me that I'm down
Knocked down
And it's your year
I should have realized, realized, from the beginnin'
You right, you right with that, baby (Huh)
Yes, I know you better
Girl, nobody else matters
If you stay away from me too long, I
I might swim for it
If you keep your love from me, girl, I might
I'ma just keep going
'Round and 'round in circles
Could you stop fuckin' with my head?
'Cause I see the color purple
Don't break my heart
Don't wanna see
Red, red (Don't wanna see)
Red (Oh, no, no, no)
Don't wanna see, see
Red
Eyes turnin' blood red
I don't want this, bringin' out a part of me
(Don't wanna see)
Don't wanna go back and forth, back and forth
And you know it's a waste of time, baby
To get through to you, oh-whoa
You keep arguin' always 'bout the same thing
But you don't mean it, no, no
And I can't believe that you be so cold
You can't even keep a low pro'
If you stay away from me too long, I (Stay away from me)
I might swim for it
If you keep your love from me, girl, I might
I'ma just keep going (Ooh)
'Round and 'round in circles
Could you stop fuckin' with my head? (Head)
'Cause I see the color purple (Ooh)
Don't break my heart (Ooh)
Don't wanna see
Red, red (Baby, I don't wanna see)
(Don't wanna see)
Red (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Don't wanna see, see
Red (Ooh, ooh)
Eyes turnin' blood red
I don't want this, bringin' out a part of me
(Don't wanna see)
Don't wanna see
Red (Don't wanna see)
Red (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Don't wanna see, see
Red (Ooh, ooh)
Eyes turnin' blood red
I don't want this bringin' out a part of me (Yeah)
(Don't wanna see, see)
Bringin' out a part of me
Ooh
Red
" Drop Rap "
Haha (Yup)
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Fresh up off the stove, I'm hotter than a bitch
Black diamond Audemar is holdin' down my wrist
I'm the shit, you playin'
Nigga, you know my name, dawg
And shawty, let me cut, call me—
Fresh up off the stove, I'm hotter than a bitch
Black diamond Audemar is holdin' down my wrist
I'm the shit, you playin'
Nigga, you know my name, dawg
And shawty, let me cut, call me Mr. Chainsaw
This beat goes so hard, and so does your broad
And when she see me, if it's easy ha, it's your fault
Lamborghini, fettuccine, count this dough, dawg
Big ice on my neck look like snowballs
Any way that I get it, I don't care, I do it when I do, I does it
And you know me, shittin' on niggas and I do it in public
I know you mad, why? And I ain't tryna brag
I'm just talkin' about the shit that you wish you had
My tattoos compliment my attitude
Light skin nigga but I'm not a average dude
You a opener and I'm goin' after you
Headline, I hope you niggas read the news
When they see me, they jaw drop (Yeah)
Better cuff your chick, when she see me, her drawer drop (Yeah)
I'm shuttin' the club down (Hey)
Nigga, that's up top (Hey)
They tellin' me slow down
But I ain't never gon' stop (DJ Babey Drew)
(Hey) Okay (Yeah)
Where the Rosé? (Where the Rosé?)
CÎROC? (CÎROC?)
Mixed wit' OJ (Mixed wit' OJ)
I'm hot (Hey)
You not (Hey), but it's okay (Hey)
Y'all don't mean shit to me, no way, haha
Uh, Gucci shades, my chain looks like Minute Maid
Blowin' up is what I do, I'm a big grenade
Star stuntin', these niggas frontin', show me somethin'
A whole clique of niggas shittin', bullets dumpin'
And when you see me, please believe me that I'm fly as hell
I got a rack of broads, I call it my clientèle
Tyga at the wing, two girls, that's a three-piece
Now you see why all these singers tryna to be me
Now what you talkin' 'bout? To the haters, throw them deuces up
Back number one, middle fingers up
Straight to the top, zoom zoom, that's how I go
And then I drop the top on my Murcielago
It's not a game, nigga, so I ain't gotta play
My niggas Mac and Diesel, it's Yung by the way
G5 so I ain't gotta wait
The most hated on, so I ain't gotta hate
When they see me, they jaw drop (Yeah)
Better cuff your chick, when she see me, her drawer drop (Yeah)
I'm shuttin' the club down (Hey)
Nigga, that's up top (Hey)
They tellin' me slow down
But I ain't never gon' stop
(Hey) Okay (Yeah)
Where the Rosé? (Where the Rosé?)
CÎROC? (CÎROC?)
Mixed wit' OJ (Mixed wit' OJ)
I'm hot (Hey)
You not (Hey), but it's okay (Hey)
Y'all don't mean shit to me, no way, haha
Eazy Breezy, sexy sleezy
Touch me, tease me, freak and leak me (Woo)
Chrisy Breezy, Petey Petey
A B Ceezy, one, two, threezy
Kichi kichi (Hey), nakamichi (Hey)
Okinawa (Hey), nice to meet ya (Hey)
CEO (Hey) or C M Breezy? (Hey)
Now-Now who-who wants to do me? (Hey, yeah)
We bossed up (We bossed up)
We flossed up (We flossed up)
Come on in here, girl (Come on in here, girl)
She gettin' glossed up (She gettin' glossed up)
She got her bra up (She got her bra up)
I think she wants to cut (I think she wants to cut)
Baby, there's two of us (Baby, there's two of us)
Come on, let double up (Hey)
Go 'head and knock the ball (Ball) and we gon' pop the top off (Off)
And we don't care how many bottles or how much that they cost (Cost)
We like them dope boys (Boys), we just left off the block (The block)
We open both doors and then we keep 'em locked (Uh-huh)
Damn, we got it locked (Uh-huh), R&B and hippie-hop (Uh-huh)
Carolina busy bee (Uh-huh) and nine to five, we down the block
Tell me what you want, girl, I can get it for you, girl
He's a motherfuckin' chump and I'm a real thug
When they see me, they jaw drop (Yeah)
Better cuff your chick, when she see me, her drawer drop (Yeah)
I'm shuttin' the club down (Hey)
Nigga, that's up top (Hey)
They tellin' me slow down
But I ain't never gon' stop
(Hey) Okay (Yeah)
Where the Rosé? (Where the Rosé?)
CÎROC? (CÎROC?)
Mixed wit' OJ (Mixed wit' OJ)
I'm hot (Hey)
You not (Hey), but it's okay (Hey)
Y'all don't mean shit to me, no way, haha (Hey)
" I'll Be Right Here "
I hope you know just how I feel, girl, I ain't running game
But there's a couple things I'd like to try to explain
You say you wanna wait a while
Girl, I ain't mad at you, in fact I like your style
'Cause it's more than just a physical attraction that I'm feeling
It's real, ooh and baby, here's the deal
I'll be right here
'Til the sun and the moon and the stars, they all refuse to shine
I'll be right here
I wanna be the thoughts that you think, whatever is on your mind
I'll be right here
Girl, I wanna be a part of you, just like the air you breathe
And you can count on me
You don't have to be afraid to say what's on your mind
Your body language's telling me, let's take our time
You say you wanna wait a while
Girl, I ain't mad at you, in fact I like your style
'Cause it's more than just a physical attraction that I'm feeling
It's real, oh and baby, here's the deal
I'll be right here
'Til the sun and the moon and the stars, they all refuse to shine
I'll be right here
I wanna be the thoughts that you think, whatever is on your mind
I'll be right here
Girl, I wanna be a part of you, just like the air you breathe
And you can count on me, yeah
Don't you doubt our love, don't you doubt our love
You're the only one, you're the only one I'm thinking of
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, oh no
Oh, no no no no
Ain't going nowhere
Baby, I'll be right here
Uh huh
Ain't going nowhere
Baby
I'll be right here
'Til the sun and the moon and the stars, they all refuse to shine
I'll be right here
I wanna be the thoughts that you think, whatever is on your mind
I'll be right here
Girl, I wanna be a part of you, just like the air you breathe
And you can count on me, baby
I'll be right here, I'll be right here
I'll be right here
I'll be right here
I'll be right here
" 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
" Talm' Bout "
Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Bitches all been my homies
Tryna get all the clout
She just want the money like it's all free
'Cause I got a lot of racks on me
Girl, you ain't no good, you keep tellin' lies
This here what you want, you ain't gotta hide
I can see the fake written all over your face
Won't want no game with me, you know that's a mistake
Know I keep it real, this ain't no disguise
Girl, you know you bad, that ain't no surprise
You get what you want when that ass in my face
And you do it for fun, yeah, you love the chase
If you want the cash, then, baby, make it drop
Give you what you ask so you get to the top
Know you won't be lonely if you come through tonight (No)
I wanna bring a friend, we could get to it right
Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Bitches all been my homies
Tryna get all the clout
She just want the money like it's all free
'Cause I got a lot of racks on me
Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Bitches all been my homies
Tryna get all the clout (Oh, she)
She just want the money like it's all free
'Cause I got a lot of racks on me
You be doin' magic every time you dance
Make it disappear when you use no hands
Know what to do
You don't mind wakin' 'cause you're comfortable
Girl, your loyalty, it don't stand a chance
You been all around, you been makin' plans
To circle right back
Your actions loud, baby, keep it like that, yeah
If you want the cash, baby, make it drop
Give you what you ask, so you get to the top
Know you won't be lonely if you come through tonight
Could bring a friend, we could get to it right (Yeah)
Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Oh)
Bitches all been my homies
Tryna get all the clout (Yeah-yeah)
She just want the money like it's all free
'Cause I got a lot of racks on me
Look at these bitches on me (Oh, yeah)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
Bitches all been my homies
Tryna get all the clout (Yeah, oh, she)
She just want the money like it's all free (All free)
'Cause I got a lot of racks on me
Lot of racks on me
Lot of racks on me
On me, on me, oh
Lot of racks on me
Lot of racks on me
(Ah-ah)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh (Oh-oh)
'Cause I got a lot of racks on me
Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Bitches all been my homies
Tryna get all the clout
She just want the money like it's all free
'Cause I got a lot of racks on me
Look at these bitches on me
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Bitches all been my homies
Tryna get all the clout (Oh, she)
She just want the money like it's all free
'Cause I got a lot of racks on me