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" 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
" Believer "
See the days are gone and I've been losing my mind
I'm crashing, I'm running out of time
Now the way that I perceive things, hoping you don't deceive me
But it's just the feeling inside that I
Had to find a way to find out, this relationship is about
Seems like you want to count me out
Mm mm, but you were the one who changed
Thought it would stay the same but it still remains
Baby, I'm a believer, the pain and the loss
Baby girl, I won't either, even though you might say both of us need a breather
Thought I had it all, had to take that fall
Baby, to let you know that
I'm a believer, the reason that you should stay is to be that I need ya
The way I look at you as if I'm an achiever
We could love again
I wanna be your friend, we can win, I'm a believer
Baby girl, sit it down come around and take it straight up
Don't need to end my life, girl
I want you around there's no need to frown
Girl, give your love to me
I want ya, I need you
Every night and day, hoping that we stay together
But can I hold you in my arms?
Thought I was playing, I'm saying, baby girl
Baby, I'm a believer, the pain and the loss
Baby girl, I won't either, even though you might say both of us need a breather
Thought I had it all, had to take that fall
Baby, to let you know
I'm a believer, the reason that you should stay is to be that I need ya
The way I look at you as if I'm an achiever
We could love again
I wanna be your friend, we can win
Can you stop blaming me for it, just this once?
Can you commit to my love?
My heart's breaking down
Girl, you know that I will never leave your side, yeah
Baby, I'm a believer, the pain and the loss
Baby girl, I won't either, even though you might say, need a breather
Thought I had it all, had to take that fall
Baby, to let you know
I'm a believer, the reason that you should stay is to be that I need ya
The way I look at you as if I'm an achiever
We could love again
I wanna be your friend, we can win
I'm a believer, I'm a believer
I'm a believer, I'm a believer
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm a believer in you, girl
" Wrist (Remix) "
Wrist, ten-four, ten-four, ten-four
Wrist, tip, four (Yeah), tip, wrist
It's Breezy, times Thugger
Wrist, ten-four, ten
Wrist, ten-four, ten-four
Yeah, yeah!
Wrist drippin', 4's tippin'
Wrist drippin', 4
'Cause my wrist still dripping, 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas (Gang), no they do not miss
I'm a champagne-pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (Show me them tits)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
Hold my wrist (Skrt, skrt), tip, four (Four), tip
Wrist, drip (Drip), 44's tip
Hold my wrist (Wrist), tip (Tip), four (Four), tip (Tip)
Wrist (Wrist), drip (Drip), 44's tip (Drippin', drippin', drippin')
Skrt, pull up in a Barbie (That's a brand new 16)
Ten-four (Woo)
Excuse me, darling ('Scuse me, 'scuse me)
You a nympho? (Baby are you?)
Fuck the police (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
I ain't never ever gave no info, hoe (Woo, yeah)
I'm solid (Yeah)
In that nigga bitch mouth like Trident (Uh)
I'ma raise up the Ks (Yeah)
AKs and SKs and TECs on my side (Rrrrt)
Better watch what you say (Yeah)
'Cause I'm with that bullshit, I'm so ready to die (Whoa)
Baby, what do you need? (Need)
I'm on the phone with my supplier (What?)
Bitch I'm armed like a sleeve (And what?)
Don't get stuck with a knife (Yee)
Bitch, go 'head, look at my
Wrist (Woo), tip, four (Oh), tip (Hold my wrist)
Wrist (Woo), drip, 44's tip (Oh)
Hold my wrist, tip (Oh), four, tip
Wrist (Yeah, yeah), drip (Oh my), 44's tip (Yeah, wassup, go!)
She told me murk it baby, no problem
I'mma kill that pussy like OJ
Then I'ma turn her over, hit her from the back
Talk to her like my name Rappin' 4-Tay
Slang that dope dick, codeine
Make your whole body numb
You can call me the marathon man
Bitch I make your whole body run
My wrist dripping, your bitch tripping
Yeah, she on my pole, she moving like a stripper
Rolled a swisha sweet, got her in my bed
She was on my dick, and I was on the liquor
Wrist 100K, clips is 50 rounds
Bitch you know my seats is peanut butter brown
God damn, must be the bread
Got me fucking up her lace fronts, gimme that head
Bitch, go 'head, look at my
Wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my)
Wrist, drip (Oh my), 44's tip (Oh my)
Hold my wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my) (Wrist)
Wrist, drip (Oh my), 44's tip (Oh my) (Yeah)
Wrist, tip, four, tip (Oh my)
Wrist, drip, 44's tip (Oh)
" Keep It Movin "
She looked up from the book she was reading
With the prettiest smile that I ever saw
Curly hair down her back
And her skin like cinnamon brown without a flaw
And man, those eyes
Made my heart stop in my chest
Then she said, "Hi"
And it was hard to catch my breath
I said, "Hey lil' mama
I don't mean to bother at all, my name is Chris" (Hello, hello)
And before she could answer
I said, "Don't say a word
Listen to this, I think you're fine"
And she cracked that smile again
Let's say goodbye to my homies and your friends
We can dip out
We can dip out alone, keep it moving
Do something fun, and keep it moving
Talk about life, about love, that's what's up (Oh, yeah)
Keep it moving (Oh)
Don't matter at all (All)
Wherever we go (Go)
Oh (No)
Girl, just come on, let's keep it moving
So we exchange numbers
I told her I'll be at her crib by a quarter to six
We can go get a bite, little lady
Or chill at the mall and catch a flick
If that's alright
She said, "As long I'm home by nine (Nine)
Whatever we do is fine"
I can't believe
I can't believe that she's here with me, no (Hey)
And God only knows
God only knows, how far we can go
I hope this night will go my way
I hope this night will go my way and we can do this everyday
And if I'm cool and take my time
Then I might just get a kiss goodnight, oh yeah
We can dip out alone, and keep it moving
Do something fun, and keep it moving (ha)
Talk about life, about love, that's what's up (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And keep it moving (Oh)
It don't matter at all (All)
Wherever we go (Go)
Oh no (No)
Girl, just come on, let's keep it moving
" Bomb "
Hahahahaha yeah
It's your nigga young Khalifa man, Chris Breezy
All my ladies put your hands up, yeah, Taylor Gang
All my ladies put your hands up
You know we, uh, have to pass them some papers on this one, let's go
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Hahahahaha)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put your hands up if you that bomb-bomb
(You know, you gon' have to bring that bomb)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
Oh me, oh my, body like a monster
Let me get inside, ya booty, I'ma conquer
Ain't no question 'bout my size, I'll give you the answer
Girl, you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies, if you got it, let me know
Shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Ladies put your hands up if you that bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa, hahahahaha)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, somethin' like a pimp (Pimp), nothin' like them other fellas
Heard that you the shit (S-Shit), girl, we should blow up together
Ooh, I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11
I'm just tryna beat it up, h-h-he could do it a cappella (A cappella)
We should go back to my crib, that's what I'ma tell her
Bring one or two of them 'cause your friends lookin' kinda jealous
R-R-Rollin' papers like propellers, blowin' mozzarella
Lotta niggas in the club, who cares? I'm the realest
Tell the waitress, uh, we gon' need more cases
And when you think the money's gone, I'm spendin' more faces
She with homeboy (Homeboy), but she want this
Six cars, eight chains, three cribs, one Wiz
You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother (Hahahahaha)
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker (Yeah, uh)
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece (What up, Breezy?)
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave (It's your young nigga, Wiz)
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Ladies put your hands up if you that bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa, yeah)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby
I'm in that black Bugatti and I'm off that Carlo Rossi
I'm-I'm-I'm with that Taylor possé, these ladies wanna party
And there's so much ice up on my neck, it look like I play hockey
So hold up, nigga, stop me, all these haters watch me
I give her the pill and the D, you can call me cocky
Any stage or any beat, you know I'ma body
And Wiz, roll that good shit up and he ridin' shotty (Blow!)
You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother (Okay)
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker (Hahahaha)
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece (Hahaha, you know)
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave (Yeah, leggo!)
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Ladies put your hands up if you that bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
Yup, so when your good smell like that good weed, man, blame it on me
Don't even blame Breezy, man, blame that shit on me man
Hahahahaha, yup