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" What U Doin "
Drama!
What you doin'? Huh, bullshittin' (DJ Babey Drew)
Nigga, why you mad? (Uh) You know we bullshittin' (Uh)
I like my cars how I like my broads, top missin' (Uh)
Made full of liquor and faces full of DNA (Yup)
And me and Sean came to party, so it's TNA
Hold up CB
Now Chris came to me and said, "Drama, let's do In My Zone 2"
I said, "The heck, man? Work the album though, what you doin'?"
He said, "All this, we just bullshittin', man"
You know why?
We in our zone, baby
Shout out to Big Sean
What you doin'? Huh, bullshittin'
Uh-oh
Nigga, why you mad? (Uh) You know we bullshittin' (Uh)
I like my cars how I like my broads, top missin' (Uh)
Made full of liquor and faces full of DNA (Yup)
And me and Sean came to party, so it's TNA
I go to war for that money, I'm a Green Beret (Uh)
I got that cash flow, nigga, I just need to save (Uh)
Call me birdman, flock full of chickens (Ha)
What you doin'? Huh, I'm bullshittin'
You get paid, no, never mind (No)
'Cause by the time you see me
Been seein' your girl like hella times (Yup)
And she might say your name but she yellin' mine
You a sucker, you a lame, I'm a veteran, ha
I do my thing, dirty dirty
I'ma be the reason why they actin' flirty
1:30, kinda early
They callin' me Tiger 'cause I'm gettin' birdies
And I'm a birdman, whole flock of chickens
Nigga, what you doin'? Huh, bullshittin'
Nigga, hold up, the track done blowed up
My flow sick as shit, I think I throwed up
What up my nigga, Sean? We rockin' all these ladies
And we responsible for after the show, all these babies
You know it's G.O.O.D. music, CBE I do do it
Poo poo on that track and I be shittin' on them, vomit fluid
Call a coroner, nigga, good riddance
What you doin'? Bull—
" Stranger Things "
[Chris Brown:]
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin' like bitches, it done started up a epidemic
It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don't like when I lose (I don't), if I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to it, think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
[Joyner Lucas (Chris Brown):]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick
You duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
When the music, guess I'm alive and I use it
Get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is
I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food
When it's summertime and the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose
It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up
Try to take me apart, they ain't never wanna (celebrate)
Like you have a label, call the doctor
Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate)
On the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her 'round to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Chris Brown:]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
Watch you utter, stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
Nigga, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)
You don't really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit, talkin' put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
[Joyner Lucas:]
I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga
[Joyner Lucas:]
They must have forgot that I'm pyscho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:] You better be sure, better be sure
[Joyner Lucas:] I'm the realest nigga, that I know
[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:]
And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm Irak (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business
I'm so sick of niggas tellin' me how I've been livin' my life
Sick of rubbin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was shoppin'
Ain't never had the shit in my side
Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin', and your bitch keep hittin' my line
[Chris Brown:]
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin', so (celebrate)
" Little More (Royalty) "
Wake me up before you go
Ooh, I need a little more
Just a little more, a little more of your love
Wake me up before you go
Ooh, I need a little more
Just a little more, a little more of your love
Oh, I need a jump-start
When you call me, I'm running to ya
Gimme a headstart
Thank God, gonna have me like hallelujah
Even though I'm a man, girl, you making me feel like a baby
Oh, girl, when you lay in my arms, I'll take advantage of the moment
Girl, the way you make me smile is the definition of a real lady
So before I go to work, can I ask you for a favor?
Wake me up before you go
Ooh, I need a little more
Just a little more, a little more of your love
Wake me up before you go
Ooh, I need a little more
Just a little more, a little more of your love
'Cause your love, your love, your love
Wake me up with some more of your love
'Cause your love, your love, your love
Wake me up with some more of your love
Oh, I need a back talk
Girl, I'm your daddy, no sass talk
Oh, baby girl, you inspire me, give me the reason to keep on
My baby, my Royalty
Girl, you're the lyrics to my song
Girl, you got this heart lock on me
I don't think I can control it
I hold on with all my might
While you look at me in my eye
Like a vitamin you put back my energy
You're making me stronger, and bring out the best of me
So before I go to work, can I ask you a favor?
Wake me up before you go
Ooh, I need a little more
Just a little more, a little more of your love
Wake me up before you go
Ooh, I need a little more
Just a little more, a little more of your love
'Cause your love, your love, your love
Wake me up with some more of your love
'Cause your love, your love, your love
Wake me up with some more of your love
" 45 "
And I'm like Jordan wearin' 45
I told you I was comin' back
And every time they tried to push me out
I told you I was comin' back (Huh)
45, 45, goin' back like I ain't leave
45, 45, I been nice since 23
Ballin' hard, ballin' hard, swear I need a referee
I can see the jealousy, the haters always mad at me, I know
Now why you get me goin'? Why you get me goin'? (Goin')
Knowin' they can't stop a nigga
But I know they know and they already know it
Yeah, I know I'm on but I'll still off a nigga (Whoa)
Before we even talkin', what's your offer, nigga? (Whoa)
Make sure the bank account is looking proper, nigga (Woo!)
Make sure my niggas eatin' steak and lobster, nigga
We hustle hard, you hardly hustle, that's your problem, nigga
Question us and we can solve it, what's your problem, nigga? (Woo!)
Funny how these busters turn to Prima Donna niggas (Whoa)
My whole team, my whole team
Yeah, we lookin' like the Bulls in '92 and '93, yeah
My whole team, my whole team
Yeah, you know it's OHB, 45
And I'm like Jordan wearin' 45
Yeah, I told you I was comin' back (Back)
And every time they tried to push me out (I told you)
I told you I was comin' back (Back, huh)
45, 45, goin' back like I ain't leave
45, 45, I been nice since 23
Ballin' hard, ballin' hard, swear I need a referee
I can see the jealousy, the haters always mad at me, I know
Now why they keep me goin'? Why they keep me goin'?
Knowin' they can't stop a nigga
They quick to try and put my shit out in the open
Yeah, it's cool, I ain't forgot it, nigga, no
Now these famous bitches started blowin' up my line again
Basic bitches callin' 'cause they bank accounts is minusin', no
Money ain't a problem, we got commas, boy (Whoa)
If you don't want these problems, save the drama, boy (No)
Fame for the real ones, shut the roster boy (Whoa)
And my niggas still gon' eat that steak and lobster, boy, so go
My whole team, my whole team
Now we lookin' like the Bulls in '92 and '93, yeah
My whole team, my whole team
Yeah, we lookin' hard to beat
And I'm like Jordan wearin' 45 (I told you I was comin' back)
I told you I was comin' back
And every time they tried to push me out (Me out)
I told you I was comin' back (Back, huh)
45, 45, goin' back like I ain't leave (Huh, oh)
45, 45, I been nice since 23
Ballin' hard, ballin' hard, swear I need a referee
I can see the jealousy, the haters always mad at me, I know
I'ma spend a 100 racks in A.O.D.
You know they suckin' dick if they in V.I.P.
Told the waitress to roll up, bitch, forget the drinks
All this money in the air, the pussy follow me
A .45 on my side, I'm 'bout to drive
Trap jumpin' out the jam, think I can fly
45, 23, bounce
Money I'm countin', wanna be like Mike
And I'm like Jordan wearin' 45
I told you I was comin' back
And every time they tried to push me out
I told you I was comin' back (Huh)
45, 45, goin' back like I ain't leave
45, 45, I been nice since 23
Ballin' hard, ballin' hard, swear I need a referee
I can see the jealousy, the haters always mad at me, I know
" Bring It Back "
Oh, ooh-ooh
Whoa, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Hey (Boom, boom)
If somebody see me doing bad, then I'm doing something wrong
I ain't tripping, I got money in the bank (Bank)
Shawty wanna come back to my pad so she hopped up in the chrome
Yeah, shawty coming with me, what it do?
Throw that money in the air, let it pause, pause
And homie, you ain't even gotta ask, you know I ball
Every time I hit the mall, I want it all
Somebody gon' give me a whole 200 and tell the DJ bring it back
Every time you see me, I be in a Lamborghini
Countin' money, fettuccine, I be on one
She wore a itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny, yellow polka dot bikini
Baby, come and get it if you want some
I throw that 50 and now she sittin' with me
And if she show a little more skin, I throw more 50s
And-and I see she got that bad, off that Henny and that 'tron
You talkin' 'bout that money, boy, I bought my money long
I said I, I said I
I said I, I said I
Oh-oh-oh, oh, turn it up, turn it up
Oh-oh-oh, oh, turn it up, turn it up
Oh-oh-oh, oh, turn it up, turn it up
Oh-oh-oh, oh, turn it up (Boom, boom)
If somebody see me doing bad, then I'm doing something wrong
I ain't tripping, I got money in the bank (Bank)
Shawty wanna come back to my pad so she hopped up in the chrome
Yeah, shawty coming with me, what it do?
Throw that money in the air, let it pause, pause
And homie, you ain't even gotta ask, you know I ball
Every time I hit the mall, I want it all
Somebody gon' give me a whole 200 and tell the DJ bring it back
When I hit the club, all the ladies get excited (Excited)
Stuntin' one leg on these hoes like a fuckin' pirate (Pirate)
I cause a fuckin' riot (Riot), you know that I'm the fliest
And I'm jumpin' out the plane with no parachute, hi vest
And when you see me, greet your highness
Let me introduce you to VA's finest (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Check the chain and the wrist watch
So much ice on it, I can't hear it tick tock (Bop! Bop!)
I said I, I said I
I said I, I said I
Oh-oh-oh, oh, turn it up, turn it up
Oh-oh-oh, oh, turn it up, turn it up
Oh-oh-oh, oh, turn it up, turn it up
Oh-oh-oh, oh, turn it up (Boom, boom)
If somebody see me doing bad, then I'm doing something wrong
I ain't tripping, I got money in the bank (Bank)
Shawty wanna come back to my pad so she hopped up in the chrome
Yeah, shawty coming with me, what it do?
Throw that money in the air, let it pause, pause
And homie, you ain't even gotta ask, you know I ball
Every time I hit the mall, I want it all
Somebody gon' give me a whole 200 and tell the DJ bring it back