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" Secret "



Baby, where you going? Party that way

With your sexy ass, fuck it up

Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me

Baby, all on my – yeah, yeah



Take your time

Main girl will give me the loving that I need, oh baby, baby

Keep it between us, this a secret

You're my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all 'cause you sneaky



I like it, I love it, the way you ride it

I love to eat it, girl you're so delicious

I know that you gon' have to call into work

'Cause I'm giving you the business, ha, you feel me?

Want you to show me how to slow whine, slow whine a little

Push me to the limit (yeah)

Tell the neighbors we gon' fuck all night and I don't care if they hear us

Tear that pussy up, while she looking in the mirror (oh, oh)

Say you bad, yeah, you bad, running up a check

Baby, start strippin', where the Henny at? (Right here!)

Broken glass, smokin' gas, I mean no disrespect (no babe)

I hear water flowin', that pussy wet (ooh)

You better not tell your girls, I got up in them ribs (yeah, yeah)

'Cause that's gon' make them bitches wanna suck my dick (oh, shit)

You better take an Uber, better not tell them where I live (yeah, no no)

Keep it to yourself hah, unless you wanna share (this gon' be a party)



Baby, where you going? Party that way (that way)

With your sexy ass, fuck it up

Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me

Baby, all on my – yeah, yeah (baby, on me)



Take your time (time, take your time)

Main girl will give me the loving that I need, oh baby, baby

Keep it between us, this a secret (ooh)

You're my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all 'cause you sneaky ('cause you sneaky)



You can be my little secret, yeah

I'm saucin' on you, baby, I'm too wavy, got you seasick (woo, okay)

I'ma hold your D shit, you like oh, all on it

Diamonds dance like Breezy and they on us (oh yeah, hey)

Hey, I can't lie, you fine, ooh

End it like my drop top, I see me inside you (skrrt)

Got me right, no hopscotch, fuck around and blind you

Girl, you know you sneaky and right now I'm feelin' freaky, what you tryna do?

Hey, I'm tryna wait, so I got to know you

Yeah, I'm like, "Baby, where you going? The party over here"

We got bottles like the section

Don't know why you second guessin', you gon' miss out on your blessing, babe



Baby, where you going? Party that way

With your sexy ass, fuck it up

Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me

Baby, all on my – yeah, yeah



Take your time

Main girl will give me the loving that I need, oh baby, baby

Keep it between us, this a secret

You're my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all 'cause you sneaky



We making love all night 'til the morning (yeah)

I think you want a round 3

All these sexy positions

Pussy tasting like mango, so you know I ate that Georgia peach

Victoria Secrets, I just pull them panties to the side

You let me in, I'm finna stay for a long while

You know your body makes me go

Crazy for your pussy, when I cuss you out

Shake that ass, smack that ass, I got the party packed

Cocaine and molly, that's a heart attack

Girl, when I last, you have some sex, I mean no disrespect

Girl, I'm tryna get that pussy wet (ha)

Girl, you might see me with the Bloods and the Crips

It's thug life, bitch, you know what it is

Two girls fucking while I'm licking on their ear

This where the party at, babe, I'm tryna make it fit for you (yeah)



Baby, where you going? Party that way

With your sexy ass, fuck it up

Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me

Baby, all on my – yeah, yeah



Take your time

Main girl will give me the loving that I need, oh baby, baby

Keep it between us, this a secret

You're my little freak, girl, you know I love 'em all 'cause you sneaky

" Roll The Dice "



Girl, this love's amazing

Kissing, let's get it, get at me, do that shit

Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?

You wanna smoke with me, get faded

Fuck slowing down

Pick it up, pick it up, roll

In my bed, it's going down

Can I get you all alone?

Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight

'Cause I'm 'bout that life

Want all night, that'll change your life

Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight (Roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up)

(Ha ha, leggo!)

And you my lucky number

(Look, look)

I'ma roll the dice



Okay, I'm rollin' and rollin' and takin' a chance

Throwin' this money and makin' her dance

My clothes different, I smoke different

That top flight, that Peter Pan

But I gotta bigger booty in my face right now

Big tig ol' bitties and her waist slimmed down

And she pullin' on my hands, lookin' in my pants

A nigga 'bout to give her all this money right now (Okay)

Lay down, lay down backwards

Lick it, write my name in cursive

This spell out some bad words

Own it like I own it

She hop it on it, ride it backwards

Girl, don't stop doin' that damn thing

Throwin' all these dead presidents

'Cause that pussy is my campaign

Vote for it, vote for it, that yaya

Girl, that cookie make a nigga go broke for it, broke for it

I know you wet, I ain't ever gon' let you drown

That's what a real nigga got a boat for, boat for

10 car garages, let's have a ménage

And let's get it poppin' in a four-door, four-door

I started makin' it rain

But I got so much ice on, I'ma make a snow storm

It's awfully cloudy, in my section I'm smokin' Maui

Blowin' four Os, that's an Audi

R8, no license plates

A nigga was born in '89, how the fuck we spendin' money from '88?

I guess that means that I'm before my time

And I'm first place and you a second late, yikes!



Girl, this love's amazing

Kissing, let's get it, get at me, do that shit

Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?

You wanna smoke with me, get faded

Fuck slowing down

Pick it up, pick it up, roll

In my bed, it's going down

Can I get you all alone?

Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight (Roll the dice)

'Cause I'm 'bout that life

Want all night, that'll change your life

Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight (Roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up)

(Yeah, yeah)

And you my lucky number

I'ma roll the dice



Look, K-Mac comin' straight from the eighties (Eighties)

A nigga dabbled in crack in the eighties (Eighties)

Callin' out all the single, pretty ladies

Which one of y'all wanna have my pretty babies? (Babies)

Oh, I think it's you (You)

Or maybe even you but I like her too (Too)

All y'all cute so a nigga can't lose (Lose)

I'ma roll the dice, daddy need a new pair of shoes (Pair of shoes)

They the new black ones that I got from Louis (Louis)

Big house, big broad, livin' in the boonies (Boonies)

I be so fly, yeah, I got the honies (Honies)

And they give me good brain, I don't fuck with dummies (Fuck with dummies)

You know you got that fire, why you trippin'? (Why you trippin'?)

Take a look around you, you ain't got no competition, huh (Competition)

" Wildcat "



Drumma Boy



An ounce of love is all I need to fly with an angel

While the dealers die for it

The kush burn like bullets, both 'em chasing the green

I'm chiefing, seeing

Dime after dime, girl, I need that strong shit

That top of the line, you know that sticky, icky wrong shit (Oh, oh)

You know that there might be a time, pretty young thing

Baby, just try this, I got all the flavors, got you fiening



Oh oh, girl, I got you warming up so take off your clothes (Oh)

And we can do it anywhere, come on, girl, let's go (Oh)

Hallucinating, this hit will make you see a ghost (Oh)

You're mine, it's alright

You said that you ain't smoke in a while, baby

So we gon' fuck and I'ma roll up

It's getting loud, girl, we off that loud, girl

Baby, I'ma work you out, girl, work you out, girl

I love you, Mary Jane



I'ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher

Let me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I'm fucking with ya

I'ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture

I'ma go slower and slower (Yeah), so high you flying, babe (Yeah)

I'ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)

I'ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Lick it)

I'ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)

I-I-I'ma break you down (Lick it), baby, so high we're flying, babe



You so high, you flying, baby

Smoke that shit, better give me a light

My private jet red eye, baby

Give it to you good, beat it up

Yo' pussy is a crybaby

Don't stop, take it to the head, yeah, yeah

And I'm puttin' in work, that 9 to 5, baby

Comin' round, you smokin' brown

Let me bust that, Swisher wide, baby

That white girl, them white papers

Let's roll up, roll up

I'm off that green, she off that molly

I need a bottle of water

And everythin' good, the kitty cat smilin'



Oh oh, girl, I got you warming up (Up) so take off your clothes (Oh)

And we can do it anywhere, come on, girl, let's go (Oh)

Hallucinating, this hit will make you see a ghost (Oh)

You're mine, it's alright

You said that you ain't smoke in a while, baby

So we gon' fuck and I'ma roll up

It's getting loud, girl, we off that loud, girl

Baby, I'ma work you out, girl, work you out, girl

I love you, Mary Jane



I'ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher

Let me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I'm fucking with ya

I'ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture

I'ma go slower and slower (Yeah), so high you flying, babe (Yeah)

I'ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick you, whoa, lick it)

I'ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Oh, lick it)

I'ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Whoa, lick it)

I-I-I'ma break you down (Hahaha, look), baby, so high we're flying, babe



Okay, hol' up I'm 'bout to roll up

I got a pint, gon' mix it with the Sprite, let me pour up

Hell of a night, 100 million dollar yacht

Never paid for the pussy but after this you gon' owe us

She s-s-sick on the dick but don't throw up

Br-Br-Break it down, bend you over

OHB, I'm off the THC

I guarantee that bitch nigga won't show up

I-I-I'ma make the bed bounce, bounce

Give it to you loose style, we gon' pull up at Snoop house

Smoke it by the ounce, ounce

A nigga be too high, now you starstruck, kinda fucked

I'ma go H.A.M. when I'm in it

I-I-I throw 100 bands when I'm winnin'

What you sayin'? It's a limit?

She on my shoulder, gettin' closer, now she a chain smoker



I'ma break you down (Yeah), baby, lick you like a Swisher

Let me light that shit on fire (Yeah), Mary Jane, I'm fucking with ya

I'ma hot box in your hot box (Yeah), you just take it like a picture

I'ma go slower and slower (Yeah), so high you flying, babe (Yeah)

I'ma break you down (It down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)

I'ma break you down (Down), l-l-lick you like, lick you like (Lick it)

I'ma break you down (Break you down), baby, lick you like a Swisher (Lick it)

I-I-I'ma break you down (Lick it), baby, so high we're flying, baby



Ah, yeah, boy

Ah, yeah (Ah, yeah)

Ah, yeah, boy

Ah, yeah (Ah, yeah)

Ah, yeah, boy

Ah, yeah (Ah, yeah)

Ah, yeah, boy

" TrapHouse Blues "



Oh, I feel caged in

I don't know if it's the right house or the White House

You know?

You know I'm a somebody, and you're a nobody and this shit ain't for everybody

You know, I'm just tryin' to live



All this coke in my house I know they said something

All this coke in my house I know the feds comin'

All this coke in my house I feel caged in

I told my brother rock it up we some cave men

All this coke in my house I know they said something

All this coke in my house I know the feds comin'

All this coke in my house I feel caged in

I told my brother rock it up we some cave men



Manson Margiella

All my diamonds marvelous

Mia Beenie, matching Rollies, go them hoes jealous

Luxury, south beach, shopping sprees

I turn the Florida eves to Florida keys

Look at me, bitch, look at me

Wrestle with the work

Fat, trap, Booker T

Too legit boy, nappy head, rich boy

I got quarters, I got halves, I got bricks, boy

You know it's me, you know my [?]

Wayne on the stage, Hoody tryna cook a key

Right wrist, left wrist, yeah all gold

Hit me on a text, baby, I don't call hoes



All this coke in my house I know they said something

All this coke in my house I know the feds comin'

All this coke in my house I feel caged in

I told my brother rock it up we some cave men

All this coke in my house I know they said something

All this coke in my house I know the feds comin'

All this coke in my house I feel caged in

I told my brother rock it up we some cave men



Still in love with my Mexican

Texts [?]

Momma I made it, baby been crazy

In the kitchen for ages, just tryna whip a Mercedes

Got hoes in the kitchen [?]

I'm drinkin' coke, whippin' coke, bitches sniffin' coke

[?]

I don't register the vocals, they gon' hear my voice



All this coke in my house I know they said something

All this coke in my house I know the feds comin'

All this coke in my house I feel caged in

I told my brother rock it up we some cave men

All this coke in my house I know they said something

All this coke in my house I know the feds comin'

All this coke in my house I feel caged in

I told my brother rock it up we some cave men

" 100 Bottles "



We in the motherfuckin' buildin'



A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles

Stuntin' is my motto with 200 bad models and

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah!)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles

I need a a hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles

Stuntin' is my motto with 200 bad models and a—



Oh my God, waiter, we packed up in this bitch

And I'm feelin' hater vapors, yeah, it's hot up in this bitch

But, but you won't ever phase me and I know why you hate me

'Cause my fuckin' cleanin' lady look hotter than your bitch

And you know I'm 'bout to spend a hunnid racks up on this bar, bar

You don't wanna drink, you wanna be nosy, Mrs. Aardvark

And I know that you not used to rejection

But if you don't get naked, get the fuck up out my section



I'ma need a hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (What you want?)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles

I need a a hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah), a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles

Stuntin' is my motto with 200 bad models and

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Leggo!)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Ah!)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles

Stuntin' is my motto with 200 bad models and a—



All up in that V.I.P., that shit look like a cloud

Guess Aladdin got 200 Jasmines comin' to the house

And we bangin' on that magic carpet, fuckin' on the couch

All that fettuccine, say she saw a genie, that's that loud

They say silence is golden, so my chain don't make a sound

But these bottles I'm holdin', I'ma give them to the crowd

Oh, that must be that shit they talkin' 'bout

Can you hear me now or I gotta say it loud?



I need a hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (What you want?)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles

I need a a hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah), a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles

Stuntin' is my motto with 200 bad models and

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Leggo!)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Ah!)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles

Stuntin' is my motto with 200 bad models and a—



I see you standing in the back, babe

Let me help you out with that, babe

You looking badder than a bitch

The baddest in your clique, see you picking up your slack, babe

So let me take you back to my place

We so drunk, so high, babe

We can do this over and over, I ain't got no hangover

You can tell by the look on my face, I need a—



A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (What you want? Hey)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Hey)

I need a a hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah), a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles

Stuntin' is my motto with 200 bad models and

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Leggo! Yeah)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Ah! Yeah)

A hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles

Stuntin' is my motto with 200 bad models and a—



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