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" Stutter "
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
When it's both of us, want your body up on mine
I wanna hold you up (Up), closer every night
'Cause you're one of a kind, I ain't gon' lie 'bout you, baby
Let's do a little dance and cut a rug up, I know you got moves, yeah, yeah
'Cause I been fantasizing (On you)
About you, shawty (Just a little)
You know I been vibing (Just for a little)
You got me
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Stutterin'), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Stutterin'), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah, stutterin')
Losing all control when you get close, yeah
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings (Yeah)
Trippin' on my words all night
And you know that's a first for me
Can't take it like you take my soul
'Cause you got me outta body
Apply the pressure, baby, don't you let up (Ooh)
You showin' I matter (Matter)
Got me trippin' 'cause you really fuck my head up
'Cause I been fantasizing (On you)
About you, shawty (Just a little)
You know I been vibing (Just for a little)
You got me
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Stutterin'), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Stutterin'), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah, stutterin')
Losing all control when you get close, yeah
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings (Yeah)
All of the signs that lead to you
I'm doing things I never do now
You turned a heart I thought was
Made for one into two, yeah
And now I'm tired of the games, yeah
And I'm hoping you feel the same
You got me
Stutterin' (Stutterin', yeah), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin', stutter-stutter (Stutterin')
You got me in my feelings (No, woah)
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah)
Losing all control when you get close, yeah
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stu-stu-stutterin'
" She Can Get It "
More money, more riches
More freaky model misses
Six-four booty making hit switches
Shawty sitting on 40 inches
I like her, she like me
I wanna love her, she wanna love me
That happening is unlikely
I got her thong where the ceiling fan lights be
Spinning like a tornado
Then I eat it up like it's gourmet food
Then I beat it up like boom, boom, boom
Then I get ghost like zoom
Climb on top of me, underneath the sheets
'Cause I'm about to take you down
And change your last name to Mrs. Brown
She know she can get it, get it (Oh)
She know she can get it (Oh), get it (Oh)
She know she can get it (Oh), get it (Oh)
So I'ma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, girl)
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, baby)
So I'ma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra (Oh)
I'ma give it to her
If I don't give it to her, she gon' take it
But when she do it to you, she be faking
She a five-star chick on my A-list
I have her body bent over like the Matrix
I ain't mad at her, do ya thing, girl
I bet you never had an R&B singer
I promise you will never go back
So let me hit it out the park
It go V.A., L.A., New York, Atlanta
Houston, Chi-Town, rolling on the tour bus
I seen a lot of ladies but I'm feeling you
I gotta let you know, shawty, you can get it
She know she can get it, get it (Hey!)
She know she can get it, get it (Hey!)
She know she can get it, get it (Hey!)
So I'ma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
So I'ma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra (Oh)
I'ma give it to her
" Don't Check On Me "
If I'm out at the bar havin' a night on the town
Life of the party, pourin' shots of the brown
And you see me from the street but I don't turn around
Would you say, "Hi"? Would you keep going?
If I told your family that you didn't mean nothing
If you posted about it and I didn't even comment
If the songs weren't true, but you still feel something
Would you still come looking for me?
Oh, don't go reaching out
'Cause you can't have everything
Your head and your heart won't feel the same
Even if it feels like it every time
Don't check on me
If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason
Every heartbreak has its season
It ain't always summer in June
Might run across your mind but don't worry 'bout me, no
My heart is back in one piece, it ain't skipped a beat, no
Feeling rested up, I ain't missing sleep, no-oh
Don't take it personal if I can't reply now
I'm distant 'cause I don't wanna be reached now
Won't let the ghosts of our past weigh my future down
I'm liberated
Energy's like a circle, it comes back around
Reciprocated
Don't shed no more tears
Won't gain no empathy from me
In the upcoming years
Oh, I don't need your pity
Don't check on me
Oh, don't check on me
If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason
Every heartbreak has its season
And it looks like winter for you
Ain't call you back 'cause I let it go
I had to focus energy and just let it flow
And when we ride low, we were already gone
It wouldn't mean anymore to me now
I know it hurts you so bad just to see me happy
That I finally moved on, and you thought it wouldn't happen
At times I used to cry when the world was laughing
But I act like I didn't notice
Oh, don't go reaching out
'Cause you can't have everything
You can't kill a flame with gasoline
Even if it feels like it every time
No matter how hard you try
Don't check on me
If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason
Every heartbreak has its season
It ain't always summer in June
Don't check on me
If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason
Every heartbreak has its season
It ain't always summer in June
" Back To Sleep (Remix 2) "
So let me fuck you back
So let me fuck you back
I just wanna rock you all night long
So give me what both want, good love
I wanna get into you so deep I'm touching your soul
No holding back, baby, let go
I'm about to hit that, it's 'bout to make you climax
Know that you can get back to sleep soon
Or you can take the day off so that I can stay off in it
We can blast off to the moon
Let me dive deep in your mind
Ain't got time, you're lost and I feel it
I know you're ready for this sexual healing
Just let me rock (Rock, rock)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, oh (Oh, girl)
Don't say a word, no, girl, don't you talk (Don't stop it now, don't stop it now, oh yeah)
Just hold on tight to me, girl (Oh)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
Deep, babe (Ooh), I know exactly how to treat you
Fuck you like a poet, babe (Beg for it), you're nasty and I know it, babe (Yeah, lie for it)
I'm talking mind sex, 'cause I'll fuck your mind first
Then I fuck you crazy, you'll cum every time
Baby, you know daddy's home, baby, you know that's right
Spit on it, choke, grab on your throat, cum for me, beg for it
Baby, I got that bomb dick (Yeah)
Tell your sister and your mom (Oh yeah) that I don't beg
'Cause I fuck you like I hate you (Oh), but I kiss you like I miss you
Ooh, you got that Jacuzzi and I got that Messi for you all night long
Just let me rock (Oh, baby)
I'ma fuck you back to sleep, girl, oh (Open up, open up, baby girl)
No, don't you talk (All night)
Just hold on tight to me, girl (Oh)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, can rock you back
Baby, I know it's late, yeah, I've been so frustrated
Today's been a little bit hard on me and I just had to call and tell you I'm missing you
Oh, all the things I'll do to you once I get in the room
I hope you're in the mood
Just leave the keys to the door, the same place you left them before
I'll be there around 4, you know what I came for
Oh, baby, assume the position, we 'bout to try every position all night
Playing games, tomorrow you gon' have to redo them braids
'Cause I'ma sweat 'em out, baby, spread 'em out
You know what to do with them legs and I know what to do with this head
'Cause you got all of the right features
Baby, you're wet as the Caribbean beaches
I wanna dive all in your sea
Girl, let me fuck you back to sleep
Just let me rock (And let me love you, baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, oh (Rock you with the D, girl)
Don't say a word, no, girl, don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl (Fuck you back to sleep, girl)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, and rock you back (Fuck you back to sleep, girl)
Ain't sorry that I woke ya (Yeah), I ain't sorry 'bout ya job (Fuck you back to sleep, girl), yeah, yeah
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love (Rock you back, oh)
Ain't sorry that I woke ya (Yeah), I ain't sorry 'bout ya job (Fuck you back to sleep, girl, ooh)
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
" First 48 "
Like a circus freak
Hahaha, alright
Where that beat go?
Okay, leggo (Ow!)
Look, gon' make 'em clap, make 'em do that
And when this nigga rap, they be like, "Who that?"
She in the party super wet, where the pool at?
I got a big head, so my hat adjust to two snaps
Money to the ceilin', tell me where my roof at
Your pants too tight, maybe you just too fat
Just a Cheetoh with Doritos, yeah, I lay 'em like du-rags
Boy, I know why you mad, 'cause my chain stupid
And your girl leanin' all on me
I'ma give her a couple of drinks, and then I put her ass to sleep, haha
Bedtime, if she cums, she a freak
Then you read them headlines that she fuckin' with CB, ha!
What you mean? I'ma ball out
I'm drivin' space ships, I threw my cars out
What I call a garage, you call a house
Live in that hole in the wall, you are a mouse
They be like, "Chris, you killin' it, soprano"
Valet tryna steal my keys, nigga, this ain't no piano
What you mean? I'm the president, give a fuck about a panel
They gon' have to change the channel 'cause this boy too much to handle, yup
Haha, all that bullshit, I ain't hearin' it
'Cause I'm on point like a pyramid
And I'm flushin' you turds, killin' shit
Only hear two words, nigga sick
Yeah, I'm the B-E-S-T-E-S-T
I'm in that Range, you in that low-key
Off that super loud, the car smokin'
But it's Friday, what up, Smokey?
Damn, man, all these cameras are bananas
And the waitress hate me, hope she don't spit in my sandwich, ugh!
Yeah, y'all can't get at me like a mention
Indirectly, y'all respect me 'cause this boy in detention, ah!
But still I walk around too proud
Neighbors mad at me 'cause I fuck too loud
You would think I was police, how I move crowds
Neighbours mad at me, 'cause I fuck too loud
V.A.-gina, two up, two down
Team Breezy, yeah I'm reppin' it
We the shit, boy, so don't step in it
I'm all about my stripes like a veteran
And it's gettin' too late, I need to take my medicine
Okay, okay, let me go
Nigga be shinin', oh, Soul Glow
Boy, look at all these diamonds
And my chain so heavy that my neck be whinin'
Can't see you, all I see is my shades
Girl, got her giddy giddy, Frankie Lymon
I make her cum like clockwork
What you call that? Perfect timin'
They call me Hercules, just like a slave, she workin' me
Know she off that Bonnie, when she smokin', it got them purple leaves
7-Eleven head, no hands when she slurpin' me
Then she swallowed my sword like a circus freak