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" Tell Me How You Feel "
In my head for life
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh
For life
I'll take it, take it
For you, for you
You know I speak no lie when I'm gettin' high
She want me and a nigga see
Sippin' on Patrón, Hennessy
I been on the dope, no lie 'cause I don't lie
Wonderin' if we finna go live
Jump in the pussy and change your whole life
When I get in the nookie, I spend the whole night
I been on the tea so long
Shawty, you don't need to tease at all
Quit sellin' the pussy, don't want the fees at all
Just relax your mind and let me ease it off, ease it off
'Cause we done did some things to make it cold in the summer
When I swim in your water, it's like you're holdin' me under, oh
No, I'm not tryna chase you 'round
Around this bed
You can keep on running, baby, don't stop
Lick it up, kiss it, baby, don't stop
Hell yeah
I got my weight up (Weight up)
All this energy, baby
All this chemistry between me and you
Ooh, ooh, baby
This shit is ridiculous
Girl, come get this dick you love
And just tell me how you feel
How you feel?
This shit is ridiculous
Settle down, you know I'm down for you
Anything you need
Girl, come get this dick you love
Just tell me how you feel
Baby girl, don't run from me
I'ma lick it 'til you tired
I'ma beat it up, beat it up
Throw your body
And it's okay, I'ma make you mine
Is it that you're makin' foreplay?
Don't need no cosign
Say you're ready, love me, baby, more
I don't wanna be the fool
I just wanna be the answer
Let me put my lips on you
Be my private dancer tonight
I'ma make it rain
No chance tonight
No, I'm not
No, I'm not tryna chase you 'round
Around this bed
You can keep on running, baby, don't stop
Lick it up, kiss it, baby, don't stop
Hell yeah
I got my weight up (Weight up)
All this energy, baby
All this chemistry between me and you
Ooh, ooh, ooh baby
This shit is ridiculous
Girl, come get this dick you love
And just tell me how you feel
How you feel?
This shit is ridiculous
Settle down, you know I'm down for you
Anything you need
Girl, come get this dick you love
Just tell me how you feel
" Stolen "
'Mano
Feelin' like I was God
How did I get from too much to not a lot?
Who would've thought that you would give me a loss?
You take and you take, don't think about the cost (Hol' up)
You just snatch and grab things I can't get back
(That's what you did, but now)
I'm just trying to rack all that you subtract
Left me with the aftermath
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
You took my sanity, I got no peace of mind
Overdrawn on my memory, bank can't buy back my time
But you tryna cap though, talkin' 'bout you layin' low
When you switch on niggas like you change clothes
But you want it that way, so what can I say? Yeah
You just snatch and grab things I can't get back
(Girl, that's what you do to me)
I'm just trying to rack (Ooh) all that you subtract
Left me with the aftermath
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin' (Oh, baby)
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (Stole)
Just wanna get back what you've stolen (Oh)
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (Stole)
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole (Stole)
(Just wanna get back, just wanna get back)
Baby, I just
I just wanna get back everything
I got it, now we'll cop it (Ayy)
We was servin' thrax
I kept the shotty and the rocket (Bah, bah)
Fourth quarter, let's sack it
Let you claim the winning bucket
And I kill it when I'm fuckin' it (Woo)
You took my sanity
Then you threw it for grabs (You threw it for grabs)
Keep this shit real with me
I'll do the same back (Keep this shit one hundred, oh)
I started lovin' you
Not the first but the second time (Second time I saw you)
We ride the four-seater
Or the coupe with the hatchback, yeah
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Just wanna get back what you've stolen
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole
With all that petty shit, petty bitch
Stealin' change out the baby car seat
Her shoes five G, the purse thirty
Gotta take a Uber, got the boot on the lease
She a new Mona Lis', but her face change
I stayed dangerous, she see the beauty in the beast
Put her hand in your jeans, hear that bang-bang
Why you tryna steal my piece with my hand on my heat?
Bitches gang-gang
Now she comin' for my neck, tryin' to give me head, brain, brain
Shawty better flock a bitch, tryin' to steal my shit, mayday
She eyin' that watch on my wrist, little itty bitch, no tick-tock
Come sign this NDA, baby, huh (No, for real, ooh)
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Just wanna get back what you've stolen
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole
(Just wanna get back, yeah, yeah)
" Parachute "
The force of gravity is grabbing me tonight
So I-I'm feeling there's no ceiling only sky-y-y
When you look me in the eye
When you're high, my fears are fading
Your atmosphere, you're making me clear (Whoa)
Do or die, but I'll be brave
As long as you're here
As long as you're here
Don't even care if I'm falling down
I won't hit the ground, I got you
We in the air like a fucking cloud
But I'm safe and sound, here with you
Baby, you're like a parachute, parachute
Your love is always coming through, coming through
So I don't care if I'm falling down, I won't hit the ground
You're my, you're my parachute
Take me up so high, so I can feel the sky
Your presence is a present tonight
And girl, you make me believe I can fly
When you're high my fears are fading (Yeah)
Your atmosphere, you're making me clear (Whoa)
Do or die, but I'll be breathing
In my feelings is how I'm feeling
Crazy 'bout you
I don't even care if I'm falling down
I won't hit the ground, baby, I got you
We in the air like a fucking cloud
But I'm safe and sound here with you
Baby, you're like a parachute, parachute
Your love is always coming through, coming through
So I don't care if I'm falling down, I won't hit the ground
You're my, you're my parachute
No, it ain't fair
You should be here, baby, right here
The way you love me, it ain't fair
No, oh-oh
You're my, you're my parachute
I fell in love in a party
My hands all over her body
Follow wherever she go
Bad man take you down low
And you put the edge on me, baby
Whine when you sexin' me crazy
I love her wherever she go
Bad man take you down low
Don't even care if I'm falling down
I won't hit the ground, I got you
We in the air like a fucking cloud
But I'm safe and sound here with you
Baby, you're like a parachute, parachute
Your love is always coming through, coming through
So I don't care if I'm falling down, I won't hit the ground
You're my, you're my parachute
" Who Dis "
True story (Woo)
Attention, my baby's comin' over
I'ma need everyone to go
Take what you need and get to steppin'
No, you don't need to wait up
Traffic, I hear it's kinda crazy
More time for me to clean up
She might think there is something shady
Really, seriously, you need to hurry up
If you only knew about the way she drive
You would understand, I ain't fucking around
If she come through the front door, you gotta hide
Gotta hide, she be like
Who this bitch all up in my house?
Why she hiding behind the couch?
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me
No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
She like, who this bitch all up in my house? (Yeah)
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Yeah)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me
No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Out)
Who this? Who this is?
Who this? (Ah, ah) Who this is?
Who this? Who this is, yeah?
Who this? (Ah, ah) Who this is, yeah?
Jump, jump, jump out the way (Ayy)
Jump, jump out the place (Ayy)
If she pull a blade and point it at me
I might catch a case (Ayy)
Baby, I know I was wrong
That's the whole reason I'm singing this song (Ayy)
Can we all get along, get along, get along?
I know you trippin' and pointin' them fingers
What if I told you that this was my sister (Woo, damn)
Trapped in the closet? (Ayy) but it ain't
Lying trying to stall her so that she can get away
What she say?
Who this bitch all up in my house? (Who that bitch?)
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Please don't hurt her now)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me (Know me)
No, don't get up (Hey), fuck around (Hey) and I'ma lay you out (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Who this, who this, who this is?
She like, who this bitch all up in my house? (Yeah)
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Yeah, oh, no, no, no)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me
No, don't get up (Hey), fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Out)
She like, who this? What's that bitch name?
Who this is? What's her name?
Who this? What's that bitch name?
Who this is? What's her name?
Who this? What's that bitch name?
Who this is? Yeah, tell me her name
Who this? What's that bitch name?
Who this? What's that bitch name? (Ow!)
Not the regular predicament
Can't even play like I'm innocent
Every night I fuck a different bitch
I'm the man, you the woman, it's different
You fuckin' niggas for fame (Wow)
Bitches heartin' on my Instagram
I see that look on her face
Know she gon' fuck her up, I'ma just pop a Xan'
I'm under pressure
Came into here, she gon' leave in a stretcher
I shouldn't have let her
I shoulda known better, she gon' teach me a lesson
She a lethal weapon with the .45 with the compressor
Don't pull it, don't pull it, don't pull it
Blood all over the wall and dresser
And if I have the chance would I save her life?
If I never cheated, she wouldn't have died
No, I don't see no soul, only hear her cry
Literally thinking that I'm dead wrong
What she say?
Who this bitch all up in my house? (Ooh, who is? Yeah)
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Couch)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me (Don't know me, oh)
No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
She like who's this bitch all up in my house?
What's her name? What's her name? (Yeah) Ooh
Why she hiding behind the couch? (Was gonna fuck her 'fore you came, ha)
Ho don't know me, no, you don't know me
No, don't get up, fuck around and I'ma lay you out (Lay you out, bow!)
She like, who this? Who this is?
Then she said, who this? (Ah, ah, ha) Who this is?
Them she said, who this? Who this is, yeah? (Yeah)
Who this? (Ah, ah, ha) Who this is, yeah? (Hey!)
" Need A Stack "
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I walked up in that bitch with five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (Woo, woo)
I don't usually do this
I ain't really with the stuntin', homie (Yeah)
But I gotta do it 'cause tonight she 'bout to bust it on me
She gon' get to touchin' on me (Woo, woo)
I put all my money on it
'Cause you know you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
You've been killin' it since last year
Since last summer, had these bitches gettin' mad, yeah (Hey)
Ain't that somethin'?
I don't usually hit the shade club or drink much
But today I got my pay stubs, I'm laced up
Let me show you what the face does, a drink does
Saw you movin' from the waist up, I don't take drugs
Baby, what you call it? (Woo)
What you hidin' skeletons, all up in your closet? (Woo)
You exotic, open up, let me come inside it (Woo)
I'm invited, tell them bitches I'm a sexaholic (Woo)
I'm excited, perfect timin'
You look good, won't you throw it back on me?
You gon' make even a broke nigga put his last on it
You gon' make him spend the dough, he don't even have money
When you take off all your clothes, they're gon' put their tax on it, but it's not enough
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars"
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket"
I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack
After you back it up then stop
Wobbity, wobbity, drop, drop and make it hop
I'm in Versace, Armani, Balenciaga to the socks
And I'm on the molly, I'm throwin' thousands like rocks
Ooh, say less, my lil' babe blessed
She just bought a new booty, she on bed rest
She be twerkin' to Tunechi, for them paychecks
She tat' my name on her booty, her face next
I'm throwin' up the racks, like some quarterbacks
Ooh, what a catch, that don't come with tax
Now you up in Saks, with a bunch of bags
Shake that fuckin' ass, for a budget plan
I throw a bunch of cash
I get so bored, I start throwin' money underhand
I need another hand
I got a blunt in hand, louder than a southern band
You gon' need a stack, bitch, do the money dance
Tunechi
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar (Mula)
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars" (Yeah)
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket"
I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack
If I leave a paper trail, then I'ma need a tip drill
Shakin' it, turn the lights down
Bust it for the light bill
Diggin' it then I'm lickin' all on that pussy, put it right there
Only wanna fuck the black bitches with the nice hair
Baby, bend it over, ass up, take the mask off
Don't ask me if I'm throwin' cash up, I'm spendin' that part
Black Card, play your part, now go retarded
That booty stupid, think you smart, I fuck regardless
Sprinkler fuckin' up your guard, that coochie water
I tear it up, she call me daddy, I'm not her father
Ask her where she from? She said, "New Orleans," it's a mic check
Don't try to kiss after you swallow, I don't like that (Huh)
But you look good when you throw it back on me
You gon' make even a broke nigga spend a bag on it
You gon' make me come alone like I don't even have homies
When you pull them titties out, put 'em in my mouth
Then I hit the dash on it
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket"
I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack
Oh, I'ma throw a bag in the air
By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here
Everything, all the drinks on me tonight
Put that thing on me, I'm tryna see what that pussy like
I'm just tryna pay a couple bills
When she hit the stage, I'ma leave more than a tip (Oh-oh)
Let me grab it, let me smack it, don't care if it's real
Pullin' on my pants, I'ma let you feel it
Biggity bounce, biggity bounce, gon' toot it up
She breakin' it down, breakin' it down, I can't get enough
Spread 'em for me, showin' them cheeks
I'm actin' like a fiend, been here for a week
She give me the red light special
You can lie to me, baby, tell me that I'm special
Just keep steppin' on the money like they're rose petals
I'm not a trick, just a rich nigga know better
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar (Know better)
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars (Know better)
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars (Rich nigga know—)
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars" (Rich nigga know better)
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars (Know better)
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (Know better)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet (Rich nigga know—)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket" (Rich nigga know better)
I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack