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" Yoppa "
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy)
Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' Llama (Ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I tote that Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide
Aim it at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry?
Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat
Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze
Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy, father)
Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' Llama (Ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Yeah)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I tote that Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa
If you pull it and your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie
Say you got a problem, my nig', so what's the problem?
It can go down right now, this slaughter
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga
I ain't here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim
Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang
Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy)
Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' Llama (Ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I tote that Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
" One Of Those Nights "
Just in case if you forgot
Aye-ye-ye (Party)
We go by the Runners
Okay, wassup, you feeling alright?
I'm good, feels like one of those nights
I got my crew with me and I brought my swagger too
When you hit the door, you better check your attitude
Okay, okay you do you your thing, I ain't mad at you
But I'm on a different level, check your latitude
I think it might be one of those nights
It feels like one of those nights
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah, it's gotta be one of those nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights
Oh yeah, it feels like one of those nights
Nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights
I think it might be one of those nights
Nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights
Oh yeah, it feels like one of those nights
Oh yeah, watch me as I elevate (Woo)
I got my peoples with me, we about to celebrate tonight
Night, night, night, night, night
Celebrate tonight
Night, night, night, night, night
Ha ha, yeah, okay them other clubs ain't jumpin', I am bored of it, I'm bored of it
Them hatin' people, people, I'm ignorin' it, ignorin' it
More drinks are on the way and yes, I ordered it, I ordered it
And you don't have to pay 'cause I afforded it, okay
I keep the party fuckin' jumpin' 'cause I'm rockin' funky beats
I be up inside this bitch, just playin' heat to melt ya feet
All the ladies gettin' crazy to that big fat bass
When I step inside this bitch
It's like I own this fuckin' place, I'm in the house
I think it might be one of those nights (Okay, okay)
It feels like one of those nights (Okay, okay)
Yeah, it's gotta be one of those nights
Oh yeah, it feels like one of those nights
Nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights
I think it might be one of those nights
Nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights, nights
Oh yeah, it feels like one of those nights
Oh yeah, watch me as I elevate (Woo)
I got my peoples with me, we about to celebrate tonight
Night, night, night, night, night
Celebrate tonight
Night, night, night, night, night
Ha, look, I got them bottles of that ooey, supermodel, super groupies
I be spittin', call it lugie, I'm the shit, Mr. Poopy
With all this smoke and all these lights, so turned up, it's one of them nights
401, that's what I like, but I gotta know if you're fuckin', right
My man CB is on the floor, just rockin' 'em, just rockin' 'em
Pop lockin', shock and shufflin' on top of 'em, on top of 'em
I'm will.I.am and still I am, so ill I am, I'm killin' 'em
In the club just chillin' with them ladies and them, yo
I got my crew with me and I brought my swagger too
When you hit the door, you better check your attitude
Okay, okay you do you your thing, I ain't mad at you
But I'm on a different level, check your latitude, yeah
I think it might be one of those nights
It feels like one of those nights
Yeah, it's gotta be one of those nights
Oh yeah, it feels like one of those nights
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to elevate (Woo)
And I'm chillin' with my people, 'bout to celebrate tonight
Night, night, night, night, night
Celebrate tonight
Night, night, night, night, night
Feels like one of those nights
" Deuces (Remix) "
K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac
All that bullshit's for the birds, you ain't nothing but a vulture (Oh, oh, oh)
Always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to fuck up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean when I tell her keep it drama free
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Chu-chuckin' up them deuces
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (Yeah, yeah)
Told you that I'm leaving, deuces
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (Whoa, whoa)
I know you're mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck
And now I'm finna throw them deuces up
What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we're arguin' more and it's gettin' less romantic
Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
But I'll fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will
I'll fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I mean, this part of our relationship's amazin' still
I might just put up with the arguin' and stay, for real
You lookin' bad, girl, for goodness sakes
You with all those curves, and me without no brakes, ooh
I'm willin' to work it out however long it takes you
You feel like you miss those happy days
Well, girl, that makes two of us, our timing is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's useless, all this fightin', let's get past it now
Even when I throw them deuces, you just send it back around
Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan
Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run around with them nothin'-ass bitches then
Go on, got me hot, smokin' like a chimney
We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies
Deep inside it's killin' me, but soon it's gon' be killin' you
To see her in that two-seater, know that's gon' hurt your feelings, boo
Ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go, released, into the wind
Again, again, and deuces I must throw ya, peace
You know what, yo? You a bitch
You should have a travel agent, 'cause you a trip
You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit
But all you got is some fuckin' issues, you fuckin' bitch
I hate niggas, but I love your mom
Give her a kiss for me, her second son
Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together
You gonna be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever
Girl seducers, they come in deuces
But when I cut 'em off they always become a nuisance
Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
He just took my old bitch and turned it to his new bitch (Ha ha)
I'm stupid, but I won't get my drama on
What I'm dealin' with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
So when you talk 'bout "you know who"
I don't know who you talkin' 'bout
According to my old bish, I be on some new ish
She was on some oldish, now I got a new bish
Think I give two-ish? You ain't gonna do ish
Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
If you knew better, you'd do better
Wanna get the middle finger, but I got two better
So you gonna diss me
Even though you know it's wrong
Know you gon' miss me a little when I'm gone
Drizzy voice
Now I'm ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy Royce
Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
I'm 'bout my business, boys, plus I make paper
Come on, that's old news, yesterday's paper (Nice)
Oh, you talkin', what about?
If it ain't how I kept you studded out
You might as well shut your mouth
You'll never score another me, I'll shut it out
Act like there's gum in your hair, girl, cut it out!
Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one that's missin'
Got a bucket full of ice, and a watch to go with it (Ugh!)
Got a racin' Lamborghini, have my homies scared to drive
Haters better put their head down, they know that boy be fly
All the charter planes, now I'm talkin' ballers slang
R.O.Z.A.Y. on that wall in that Hall of Fame (Ugh!)
I let my denim sag, red Louis belt
How can you love me, baby? First, you gotta love yourself
The farewell email from a female
But I'm a player, ain't gonna tell you all the details
What it entails is hard to say, like sellin' seashells
By the seashore, but she's not a bore
But neither a whore who needs to know more
The kind you can't ignore but want to open the door for
Or run in your favorite store
And leave with all them shopping bags and half of it ain't yours
I did things for her; ain't rich, ain't poor
I wanted to do more, but hell, I just ain't know her
Well enough to know if this is all she came for
But enough to know tonight excited she came four
Times to my cousin house to see if I was there
Get your minds out the gutter, man
We out here tryna have a good time
And here I am, all heavy with the words where
Somebody that's a nerd, likely fast forward
But, shit, they asked for it
It's hard to throw up them deuces
'Cause when you know it's juicy
You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses
Chase Cabooses until the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs
I'm on some new shit
I'm chucking my deuces up to her (Deuces)
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryna make it work (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye bye
Say bye bye, say bye bye to her (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye bye
Say bye bye, say bye bye to her
" 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!)
" Second Hand Love "
Filter out the pain
If you're gonna take my breath away
Black lungs (Black lungs), intoxicating
I'm addicted to your poison
There it goes, I'm just fadin' as fast as she came
If I die, then you know who to blame
All because of you, you
You give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
I'm used to your poison
You give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
You're killin' me slowly
Nicotine dreams, gas-lit lover
Temporary high, then I suffer, take my breath away (Away)
I think it's what I need, you took all of my nightmares out the safe
Girl, your menthol kisses, I made my peace with, now my breathing's different
There it goes, I'm just fadin' as fast as she came
If I die, then you know who to blame
All because of you, you
You give me (Me) second-hand love like second-hand smoke (Yeah)
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
I'm used to your poison
'Cause you give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
You're killin' me slowly (Yeah, uh)
Carry me, girl (Ha), carry me (Yeah), carry me away
Like the smoke that—, like the smoke that you blew my way (Yeah)
How, how could you, babe? How could you, babe?
Put a filter on your love, aw, yeah
Carry me, girl, carry me, carry me away (Oh)
Like the smoke that—, like the smoke that you blew my way (Whoa)
There it goes, I'm just fadin' as fast as she came (Oh-whoa)
If I die, then you know who to blame
All because of you, you
'Cause you give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke (Oh, oh)
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
I'm used to your poison (I'm used to your poison)
You give me second-hand love like second-hand smoke (Yeah)
I keep breathin' it in, that's just how it goes with you
You're killin' me slowly (Oh)