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" 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
" Run It! (Remix) "
Run, run, run, run, run
Uh, uh, clap your hands (Run)
Run, run, run, run, run
Y'all know what this is, so so Def (Run)
Now lil' mama just break it down (Ow! Oh)
For the boy Bow Wow and that boy Chris Brown
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground, bring it up slow (Yeah)
Twerk that thang like them girls in the videos (Come on)
And I'm leavin' here with somethin'
I come with that good game, baby girl, and I ain't frontin' (Nah)
I got that Bentley GT parked outside
So scream at a nigga when you're ready to ride, come on (Ow!)
Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
I was thinking when I saw that body
Gotta get shawty, tell her what the young boy gon' do (Come on)
Damn, them chicks with you gotta be your kin
Babe, pretty thick with the kick that's sick
That need to be hit, so tell me what y'all gon' do (Uh-huh)
I got friends and you got friends (Word, oh, that's right)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word, oh-oh, uh-huh, oh)
I look fly and they jocking (Word)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop (Hey, hey)
I got friends and you got friends (Word, hey, uh-huh)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word)
I look fly and they jocking (Word)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop
Is ya man (Man, hey) on the floor? (Floor, oh)
If he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Know, lemme know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it
Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Lemme know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Come here!)
(Chris, come on, man)
You'll see, girl, I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitely show you things to have you saying I can't be sixteen (Oh!)
Once I get in you won't let go
(And I) I'll have the girls wishing they were you
(And I) I know you heard about me
But guess what's going down if we leave
I got friends and you got friends (Word, oh)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word, oh)
I look fly and they jocking (Word)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop (Uh)
I got friends and you got friends (Word)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word, hey)
I look fly and they jocking (Word, ooh)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop (Ooh, ooh)
Is ya man (Man, uh-huh) on the floor? (Floor, come on)
If he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it
Is ya man (Man, yeah) on the floor? (Floor, uh)
If he ain't (Ain't, uh), lemme know (Lemme know, uh-huh)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it
(Let's take 'em to the bridge)
Girl, you feel right (Feel right)
Make me feel like (Feel like, hahaha)
I wanna do a little something (Do a little something)
Ain't no thing 'less you do it for sure
Girl, the way that you're wearing them jeans is turning me on (Yeah)
I'm the hottest thing that's in these streets (Oh)
So, baby, won't you rock me?
(Bow Wow, holla at 'em)
Now if ya man ain't on the floor, then I'ma step in (Okay)
Replace him, tell yo' friends (Oh)
After party at my spot
Shawty gotta come back 'cause she so hot (So hot)
Now we lookin' for them grown girls that ain't scared to get to it (Uh)
Know what to do when we drop that music (That's right)
Lil' mini shirts and she lookin' good
Got different color weaves, mayne, she so hood (So hood)
I like 'em thick in the waist (Yeah), uh, ten in the face (Hey)
The girls come to us so we don't chase (Nah)
She move her booty like a lowrider, up, down (Yeah)
Man, she likes the way that I puts it down (Hahaha)
And ain't nothin' to a G, I do this on the daily
You don't believe me, you can ask J.D. (Yeah, man, you can ask me)
And it ain't no second-guessin' (That's wassup, man, come on)
Matter of fact, baby girl, I got one question now
Is ya man (Man, hey, oh) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Know, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Oh, whoa-oh)
Is ya man (Man, oh, whoa-oh) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain't (Ain't), lemme know (Lemme know, mm)
Let me see if you can run it, run it (Run it)
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Yeah)
Oh-oh
Ha, right about now, I need everybody to get to the dancefloor
(Woo! Woo!)
Uh
(Woo! Woo!)
(Woo! Woo!)
" Get Off "
Me, me
Me, me, me
I'm ready for you
And girl, you better feel the same
Take a shower and change
Girl, I'll be in the bed waiting (yeah, yeah)
Girl, kick off your shoes, be your masseuse
And feel my fingers all on your body and through your hair
Ain't 'bout to start complaining love it when your raining
Pussy popping, we be fucking everywhere
Make sure you call me when you get off
When you get to my crib, take that shit off
I know that we gon' get fucked up, girl, this the last call
For love and alcohol, you better show your ass off, yay yay
I'm tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I'ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off
I know that you tired, I don't really care
'Cause I know that pussy mine, baby, bring it here
I wanna put my tongue where your thong is
Baby, as long as you just give me both lips, who your daddy?
When I hit it, look back at me, snackin' then I'm smackin'
Smashin', blastin' 'cause I know your booty ain't plastic
Ooh, look at you, you the baddest, I'ma hit it like a nigga never had it
Really don't like static but I need love, when we do the nasty, it's magic
Make sure you call me when you get off (get)
When you get to my crib, take that shit off (take it off)
I know that we gon' get fucked up, girl, this the last call
For love and alcohol, you better show your ass off, yay yay (love and alcohol, yeah)
I'm tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I'ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you're about to get off
You better show up
No more talking
I'm tired of stalking you
I might sound like I'm crazy and wild 'cause I just wanna lay with you
Fuckin' it up and I cuddle with you
Had a long day, you're 'bout to have a long night
You ain't gon' get no sleep, girl but you'll be alright
I'm tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I'ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you get off
Make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you get off
Make sure you call me when you get off
" D.G.I.F.U. "
Ha!
Y'all know me, still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas low-key
I don't fuck with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch
No, this ain't no, let's say, regular degular shit (Woo-ha, woo-ha)
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Souls of Mischief (A-Aw shit, aw shit)
I be on 'til infinity ('finity)
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gon' do
'Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I don't need the assist
I'm the best, I keep sayin' that shit
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullshit that I've been through
Just to drive through and shit on you
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit
I pull up, they like, "Oh shit"
Now look who's talkin', bitch
Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them Hooter tits
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the pussy, let it air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
The European or Caribbean
I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn, it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fuckin' yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'ma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts, ah!
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit
I pull up, they like, "Oh shit"
Now look who's talkin', bitch
Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds
Did y'all think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please
Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw Ps?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Lim, SLPs
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga, murder was the case so motherfuck the police
Y'all niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Y'all part skies, y'all cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soul is blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas ridin' four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit
I pull up, they like, "Oh shit"
Now look who's talkin', bitch
Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds
" Gimme That "
Woo, oh, Storch
Yeah, S. Dot
Ooh, whoa
The dynamic duo, oh
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp (Oh!) wo-womp
It's what your body saying
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-wo-womp
Chris Brown is in the building
The young boy just turned sixteen and I got (Uh)
Six four's and hot bikes that I rock (Uh)
Keep three or four sweeties on my clock (Uh)
But all that swinging in that bikini just make 'em vicious
Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop (Uh)
'Cause you speak in that slang that I talk (Uh)
That sassy tempo with that walk (Uh)
May be the reason that all these teenies may never see me
Momma you may be three years older but you hot (Gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (Gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying, "Gimme, gimme, gimme"
Momma you may be three years older but you hot (Gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (Gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying, "Gimme, gimme, gimme"
Ma, take a break, let me explain to you (Woo)
What your body got a young boy ready to do (Woo)
If you take a chance to let me put them thangs on you
I could show you why I make them straight A's at school
I'm a hustler, trust my frame and age
Got you thinking that I'm just too young to turn your page
I can picture us switching lanes
In the coupe, with you on the phone screaming my name (Chris!)
Momma you may be three years older but you hot (Gimme that, hot)
You be talking like you like what I got (Yeah, gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying, "Gimme, gimme, gimme" (Oh)
Momma you may be three years older but you hot (Hot, gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (Hey, gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac (Ooh)
You could be in the back saying, "Gimme, gimme, gimme" (Ooh, oh)
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-wo-womp
Girl, you serious and I been watching you
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-wo-womp
This what your body's saying
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-wo-womp
Hey, yeah
Wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-womp-wo-womp-wo-womp
This what your body's saying (Oh!)
Momma you may be three years older but you hot (Three years older, gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (Oh, gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying, "Gimme, gimme, gimme" (You could be in the back, yeah)
Momma you may be three years older but you hot (Ooh, gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (Yeah, gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying, "Gimme, gimme, gimme"
V.A.! Yeah ha
Yeah, ma, don't be fronting like you don't know what's going on
Aight, yeah