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DJ Khaled - KHALED KHALED Album Lyrics



DJ Khaled - KHALED KHALED Lyrics






THANKFUL

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (We The Best Music)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (another one)
DJ Khaled

And I know that somebody been prayin' for me
Head above ground and I could've been six feet deep
Out on these streets, when I get down on my knees
I'm thankful (I'm thankful), I'm thankful (I'm thankful)
I'ma blow this bag for everybody who counted me out
And I still got love for all my dawgs who holdin' me down
Head above ground for my niggas and my dons
I'm thankful (I'm thankful), I'm thankful (I'm thankful)

I done dodged a few heartbreaks, yeah
Never lost a thing I can't replace yet
Couple times, thought I wouldn't make it (thought I wouldn't make it)
Then I came up ten toes out the basement
I done had to mute, f*ck noise
Did a couple things, they left me no choice
I done hit some licks that my mama won't be proud of
Said we gon' be rich, give her somethin' she can smile for
The devil on the block and he lurkin'
Tryna hit me up with a dozen
But when I look around, shit ain't worth it
That's for certain, yeah

And I know that somebody been prayin' for me
Head above ground and I could've been six feet deep
Out on these streets, when I get down on my knees
I'm thankful (I'm thankful), I'm thankful (I'm thankful)
I'ma blow this bag for everybody who counted me out
And I still got love for all my dawgs who holdin' me down
Head above ground for my niggas and my dons
I'm thankful (I'm thankful), I'm thankful (I'm thankful)

But I'm still out here makin' moves, ooh
I'ma do what I got to, I'ma do what I got to
Too many niggas gone too soon (I'm gonna do what I got to)
Ain't tryna lay up in a box two feet wide, six deep
You won't catch no R.I.P.'s off me
I'ma do what I got to (I'ma do what I got to) (I'ma do what I got to)
I'm gonna do what I got to (I'ma do what I got to)

Somebody's been prayin' for me, for me
I could've been six feet deep
When I get down on my knees, I'm thankful (I'm thankful)
I'm thankful

I'ma blow this bag for everybody who counted me out (everybody who counted me out)
And I still got love for all my dawgs who holdin' me down (holdin' me down)
Head above ground for my niggas and my dons
I'm thankful (I'm thankful)
I'm thankful (I'm thankful)
I'm thankful (I'm thankful)

Sit down, be thankful
Big smile although it's painful
I look up and see clouds, weed angels
Seen white chalk make street angels
You're welcome, look down, feet dangles
Be proud, be shameless
Yeah, be now, be ancient
Yeah, it been my turn, let me cut off these blinkers
I cut off these strangers and ifs ands and buts of the strangers
I never relinquish, I'm thankin' Franklin as an acquaintance
Destiny danger, I done seen from every angle
From my neck to my ankle, the spots on this leopard ain't changin'
Nigga, that's for the wankstas, 50 told me that, I say thank you
I been got the bag, I done turned that to the blanket
I been out of hand so I don't wanna dap 'less you bangin'
I'm bein' quiet, man, just waitin' for these rappers to thank me, de nada

And I know that somebody been prayin' for me
Head above ground and I could've been six feet deep
Out on these streets, when I get down on my knees
I'm thankful (I'm thankful), I'm thankful (I'm thankful)
I'ma blow this bag for everybody who counted me out
And I still got love for all my dawgs who holdin' me down
Head above ground for my niggas and my dons
I'm thankful (I'm thankful), I'm thankful (I'm thankful)

But I'm still out here makin' moves, ooh
I'ma do what I got to, I'ma do what I got to
Too many niggas gone too soon (I'm gonna do what I got to)
Ain't tryna lay up in a box two feet wide, six deep
You won't catch no R.I.P.'s off me
I'ma do what I got to (I'ma do what I got to) (I'ma do what I got to)
I'ma do what I got to (I'm gonna do what I got to)

Sit down, be thankful
Big smile although it's painful
I look up and see clouds, weed angels
Seen white chalk make street angels
You're welcome, look down, feet dangles
Be proud, be shameless
Yeah, be now, be ancient (be ancient)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
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Writer: Dan Walsh, Dwayne Carter, Jeremy P. Felton, Khaled Khaled, Michael Alan Price
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




EVERY CHANCE I GET

(Tay Keith, this too hard)
We The Best Music
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Another one
DJ Khaled

Scratched a million off my checklist three years ago
Add two zeros to the one, I'm in a different mode
This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes
You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home
I got rich off strong, we get 'em in and get 'em gone
You know Trappy just got out, I ain't have to put him on
We them ones who got the numbers, who put the city on
It's the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on
My demon time ain't nothin' nice
I try not to wear nothin' twice
I came up off of shootin' dice, yeah
My lil' brother ain't livin' right
My sis' and 'em doin' aight
My cuz and 'em still servin' life, yeah
Seen a robber rob a deacon
I seen a preacher get caught for cheatin'
I'll break the bank for one of my people
I said, "I'm the one," they didn't me believe me
I show 'em the facts, now they all need me
I'ma get cake as long as I'm breathin'
They makin' it hard, this shit really easy, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist
All these hoes f*ck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run around that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)

Yeah, she think I'm a regular rapper, I'm not
One person come tell me we f*ckin', you blocked
Watch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (keep goin')
Put my kids in Givenchy
She must think one plus one is three
I can't support you personally
She don't got a mortgage, moved in with her niece
These niggas be cappin', them cars be leased
Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets
I was noddin' off, they woke up a beast
Struggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner
We didn't have nothin' to eat
Soon as I get on his ass, they gon' look at me bad
Like, "Damn, he was f*ckin' with me," yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, I don't care if that shit hurt my wrist
All these hoes f*ck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)

I'm from the trenches
Niggas be tough on the 'net, but really be there for attention
Well, bitches be talkin' like they really rich
But really be beggin' me under my pictures
I'll give her forty, fifty thousand cash to start up a business
I'll spend that shit at the dentist
I'd rather f*ck her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelings
I'm in the Lambo' truck in my hood, nobody gon' tell me shit
Goin' to Cali, I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon' mail me shit
Dice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don't sell me shit
Baby got his hood on smash and you can tell they really rich
Drop the lo', ain't no room right now, I took her to the O
Then I pulled up on the Lam' 'cause she a fan of Boonie Moe
I got the city on lock, uh, f*ckin' up all the opps
I be around with three million dollars in jewelry, I'm standin' on all the blocks
This the anthem, mm-hmm
Droppin' the six in the Fanta, mmm
Black Rolls truck with the all-white seats
Remind me of sittin' on Panda, mmm
I love my cousin, she was a dancer
I love my brother, he was a scammer
Sittin' on my lap 'cause I'm pullin' her tracks
And I f*ck from the back 'cause she callin' me handsome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist
All these hoes f*ck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)

We The Best Music
Another one
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Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Dominique Jones, Durk Banks, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




BIG PAPER

We the Best Music
Another one
DJ Khaled

I get big paper, so I deal with big haters
Bi-big paper, so I deal with big haters
Bi-bi-big paper, so I deal with big haters
Go-go-got it out the mud, they ain't do me no favors

It ain't a bitch like her, that's why these bitches don't like her (nope)
I respect shit-starters, not no shit-typers (uh)
Three year break, I still get this shit hyper (woo)
Shot back to the top, don't make a bitch snipe ya' (grr)
Big Bardi, they can't f*ck with me, hardly (woo)
Body anybody sayin' they don't know my body (uh)
I son bitches, move Kulture out the car seat
Got these hoes nervous, I can spit it to their heartbeat
Super valid anytime I link Khaled (woo)
Platinum plaques hang on every wall in my palace (ah)
Clips still push through anybody speakin' malice
Fashion icon, couple million for my stylist (ah)
Five number ones, you got five number nones (none)
Sleepin' on Cardi, all that nappin' shit done (done)
Off with your hat, all that cappin' shit done
And I got Hollywood waitin' when this rappin' shit done

I get big paper, so I deal with big haters (yeah)
Got it out the mud, they ain't do me no favors (none)
Got it out the club, they ain't do me no favors (no)
Cardi this, Cardi that, make me more famous (woo)
Big paper, so I deal with big haters
Bi-big paper, so I deal with big haters
I get big paper, so I deal with big haters
Go-go-got it out the mud, they ain't do me no favors

The most imitated, innovated, instigated
Playlist favorite, your shit, never played it (nah)
Had to make a way and your shit never made it
I was broke in the Bronx, but a bitch never hated (never)
Had to get my weight up, so I patiently waited
House with the palm trees for all the times I was shaded
Niggas out the woodworks, no, we never dated
Stop lyin' on the pussy when you know you never ate it (pussy)
Took the wig off and braided back my hair (woo)
Mixtape Cardi, like I ain't a millionaire (haha)
Big diamonds, single big diamonds in my ear
And my stock steady risin', you will never get a share (no)
Ridin' nigga faces, I don't never get a chair (ah)
If I don't take a break off, you would never get a year (never)
Prayin' on my downfall, you never get a prayer
Had to tighten up my circle, so it never fit a square

I get big paper, so I deal with big haters (yeah)
Got it out the mud, they ain't do me no favors (none)
Got it out the club, they ain't do me no favors (no)
Cardi this, Cardi that, make me more famous (woo)
Big paper, so I deal with big haters
Bi-big paper, so I deal with big haters
I get big paper, so I deal with big haters
Go-go-got it out the mud, they ain't do me no favors

We The Best Music
Another one
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Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jonathan Descartes, Khaled Khaled, Torae Liston Carr
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




We Going Crazy

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
We The Best Music (Migo)
Another one (uh)
DJ Khaled

Yeah, we on and we goin' crazy (crazy, go)
Oh-oh-oh, way-oh (uh)
Said we on and we goin' crazy (crazy, crazy, woo, woo, woo)

Only live one life, can I buy yours? I just might
Fashion killa, no knife, murder, murder, yeah, I ride
Long road, we on one, oh yeah, yeah, we high
Can't have no lame niggas f*ck up our vibe
Throw down like the bottle, nigga, you just won the lotto
Know you f*ckin' with the don, uh, with the face of a model
Oh, no, no, no, the only thing that I love
The Benjis and family and we gon' run it up, yeah

Yeah, we on and we goin' crazy (crazy, go)
Oh-oh-oh, way-oh (uh)
Said we on and we goin' crazy (crazy, crazy, woo, woo, woo)

You may, oh, I know that you heard about me
We pull up in the alley out there
Let that go, run us our money and don't be late, yeah
Me and my nigga f*ck shit up like OnlyFans (OnlyFans)
Run it up, run-run it up, we need many bands (many bands)
When I'm talkin' bands, I'm talkin' 'bout billions (billions)
That royalty now these cars can't handle it, oh

Yeah, we on and we goin' crazy (crazy, go)
Oh-oh-oh, way-oh (uh)
Said we on and we goin' crazy (crazy, crazy, woo, woo, woo, woo, go)
Yeah, we on and we goin' crazy (uh, baow-baow)
Oh-oh-oh, way-oh
Said we on and we goin' crazy (crazy, Migo, Takeoff)

It's time to go crazy
I'm up whippin' up babies and one of the greatest
Mama, we made it, my watch is two-eighty (mama)
My diamonds upgraded now she wanna taste it (woo-woo)
I had to level up, I was too patient (uh)
Back to the hood, we goin' back to the basics (back)
They say they hate you, but smile in your faces (woo)
Thumb through that check now my fingers is achin'
Stuntin', real hundreds, they know how we comin' (uh-uh)
I'm makin' more money, I double it, tumble it (go)
That's how we do, comin' through runnin' shit (run it)
We goin' up, ain't no stoppin' this (up)
Caribbean water, the diamonds hit (splash)
We won a championship, that's an accomplishment (woo)
I took the bag and I double it
Flooded my wrist, if you play, you get candle lit (bup-bup)

Yeah, we on and we goin' crazy (crazy, go)
Oh-oh-oh, way-oh (uh)
Said we on and we goin' crazy (crazy, crazy, woo, woo, woo, woo, go)
Yeah, we on and we goin' crazy (uh, baow-baow)
Oh-oh-oh, way-oh
Said we on and we goin' crazy

We goin' crazy (crazy)
They say we crazy (crazy)
I told 'em we very crazy (crazy)
We The Best Music (music)
Another one
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Writer: Khaled Mohammed Khaled, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Carlos Wilson, Delano Wilson, Gabriella Wilson, Louis Wilson, Nija Charles, Ricardo Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




I DID IT

We The Best Music
Another one
DJ Khaled

Stayed down 'til I came up
I did it, I did it, I did it
Ten toes and never changed up
I did it, I did it, I did it
Got my hands in the air right now
'Cause I just wanna be here right now
I did it (I did it), I did it (I did it)
I did it, I did it, I did it (ayy)

Take it off then bend over, let me see it
If you're lookin' for a trill type bitch, let me be it
I'm from the South, never had a handout
'Fore I let my people starve, I'll take it out your mouth
These bitches so quick to switch up
I'm from the Lone Star, I don't need to clique up
It ain't directed, so it ain't respected
Stop droppin' clues 'cause I ain't no detective, bitch
I'm tryna win, don't care how I do it, just know that I did it
Why you so worried 'bout what I be doin'?
Countin' my money ain't makin' you rich
Talkin' down on me don't make you the shit
How my name in your mouth more than your spit?
I really encourage my haters to talk
Throwin' that shade only keepin' me lit, huh

Stayed down 'til I came up
I did it, I did it, I did it
Ten toes and never changed up
I did it, I did it, I did it
Got my hands in the air right now
'Cause I just wanna be here right now
I did it (I did it), I did it (I did it)
I did it, I did it, I did it

Hey, goddammit, I get it
They don't like to see when we win, but I did it
Hey, I stand by my city
Chopsticks sound like a guitar in the air
Stop and take a picture when I'm jumpin' off a Lear
I done ran it up, it only took a couple years
The money be callin', if it wasn't for my lil' partner
Then the bullshit they be talkin' 'bout, I wouldn't even hear
New sports car go, "vroom," switch gears
Hey, how you? Goddamn, come here
Thought of goin' vegan, then again, I'm like, "For what?"
I got ten karats each in my left and right ears
'21 Tesla, I don't even gotta steer
My climax ain't even nowhere near it
I stayed down and I stayed down
And I came up, I had faith in my spirit

Stayed down 'til I came up
I did it, I did it, I did it
Ten toes and never changed up
I did it, I did it, I did it
Got my hands in the air right now
'Cause I just wanna be here right now
I did it (I did it), I did it (I did it)
I did it, I did it, I did it (go)

Diamonds on my neck
New contract, I ain't signin' that ho yet
Private plane flyin', somewhere smilin' on the jet
I drop hit after hit, now that's the domino effect
These niggas out here goin' flat
Ain't no stoppin' it
Pretty blue paper all day like Monopoly
Brand new Pradas, I'm proud of me
Actually came from the bottom
Ain't no need in even askin' me
Ain't even seen the half of me
And ain't no passin', that's a no-go
Start them killer player niggas out here throwin' low blows
I done got good with the shit
I tell the paparazzi, "Get my angle" every time they take my photo (another one)

Stayed down 'til I came up
I did it, I did it, I did it
Ten toes and never changed up
I did it, I did it, I did it
Got my hands in the air right now
'Cause I just wanna be here right now
I did it (I did it), I did it (I did it)
I did it, I did it, I did it
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Austin Richard Post, Brittany Coney, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Denisia Andrews, Dominique Jones, Eric Clapton, Jim Gordon, Jonathan L. Kirk, Joseph Zarrillo, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




LET IT GO

Yeah-yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah (We The Best Music)
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah (another one)
Yeah-yeah, yeah (DJ Khaled)
Uh

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta make my mind up
I'm gon' grind, gon' shine until my time's up
I got money on my mind, is that a crime, yeah?
Don't wanna go back to the days when I was broke
But, girl, you my priority (woo)
And I'll put your heart way over me
And money ain't shit if I ain't with you, bae
Give it all away just to get you back
Can't put a price on what we had (ooh)

They say, "Time is money", but money can't make no time (make no time)
Sometimes it's sunny, but sometimes it don't shine (no, it don't shine)
And life is a bitch, but sometimes it's alright (ooh, it's alright)
So I'ma let go of things I can't control

Let it go (oh), let it go (oh)
Let it go (oh), let it go (oh)
Let it go (oh) (21), let it go (oh) (on God)
Let it go (let it go), oh

I'll let it go if you say that you love me
That shit better show (on God)
Don't try and play like I'm slow
'Cause you been 'round the block and I know this for sure (21)
She ask for seconds, I give her some more
And I'm proud of myself 'cause I used to be poor
Now I just hustle and grind and stack it
'Til all of my muscles is sore (on God)
Don't play a sport, but I ball (21)
Answer the phone when I call (21)
I get up whenever I fall
Don't try me, it's gonna end up in a brawl (on God)
Porsche lights look like a frog (a frog)
Cost a few hundred, that's all (that's all)
Richard Mille sit on my wrist
I'm built 4L, don't do shit small (on God)
Ass so fat, can't sit up
Shawty got a load in the back like a pick-up
Quarter million dollars every time I do a pick up
Fans got they arms in the air like a stick-up (21)
Money growin' like it got hiccups (21)
You know it's some dope if I whip up (straight up)
Time is money, lil' baby, you beautiful
I ain't got no choice but to tip ya (21) (ooh)

They say, "Time is money", but money can't make no time (make no time)
Sometimes it's sunny, but sometimes it don't shine (no, it don't shine) (21, 21)
And life is a bitch, but sometimes it's alright (ooh, it's alright)
So I'ma let go of things I can't control

Let it go (21, 21) (oh), let it go (oh) (straight up)
Let it go (oh) (on God), let it go (oh)
Let it go (21, 21) (oh), let it go (oh) (let it go)
Let it go (let it go), oh

We The Best Music
Another one
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Writer: Edgar Ferrera, Justin Bieber, Khaled Mohammed Khaled, She'yaa Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Body in Motion

We The Best Music
Another one
Dj Khaled

Body in motion
You got me so damn focused, yeah
Baby, I'm so done with waitin'
Ain't no problem, I'ma give you your way
Got me intoxicated
I'ma give you your way
You should reach out and take it
And I'm gettin' impatient
You should reach out and take it
I'll give you your way
Body in motion

You can have it your way
We've been f*ckin' 'round for forty-eight months straight
I won't judge you if you let me hit it first base
Put you in positions I don't even much play
You get my attention, I'm real big on concentration
I won't tell no one I ain't that into conversation
Keep you lookin' good, I do believe presentation
Buy you sports cars if you can keep my mind racin'
I'll never have you waitin'
I'm gettin' off
I'ma charge it to my credit card and I'ma charge it to my heart
We can keep it in the dark, but if you want, I'll show you off
You can get on top and ride me like a Harley
It don't matter long as you take me there

Body in motion
Ooh, look, I got you focused, yeah
Body in motion, uh, uh
Keep that body in motion

Body in motion
You got me so damn focused, yeah
Baby, I'm so done with waitin'
Ain't no problem, I'ma give you your way
Got me intoxicated
I'ma give you your way
You should reach out and take it
And I'm gettin' impatient
You should reach out and take it
I'll give you your way
Body in motion

Dark lemonade got me ridin' 'round toxic
She give me neck like a ostrich in a lobster
She like how I stack the pancakes like Betty Crocker
And I do the dash, she gon' suck me, I'ma crash
Took her on a vacay, brand new Prada bag
I just wanna spoil you every day I can
You ain't gotta rap, I give you your advance
I bought her brand new titties and bought her a brand new ass
And I promised Webster I know you never go to Ross
You strategize, you're fly, you kill 'em all
I wanna get what I've been givin'
I want a bitch that want a bitch that want a bitch
That's how I'm livin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Body in motion
Ooh, look, I got you focused, yeah
Body in motion, uh, uh
Keep that body in motion

Body in motion
You got me so damn focused, yeah
Baby, I'm so done with waitin'
Ain't no problem, I'ma give you your way
Got me intoxicated
I'ma give you your way
You should reach out and take it
And I'm gettin' impatient
You should reach out and take it
I'll give you your way
Body in motion

Suddenly, you came around and something came right over me (over me)
Honestly, I'll tell you where I really (wanna be) wanna be
I brought her into the night, I need you here right under me
Girl, I'll keep you company, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Girl, you gotta ride, look in your eyes
It's like I could read your mind
And we've both been sayin', "It's time you put it in reverse and ride"

Body in motion
You got me so damn focused, yeah
Baby, I'm so done with waitin'
Ain't no problem, I'ma give you your way
Got me intoxicated
I'ma give you your way
You should reach out and take it
And I'm gettin' impatient
You should reach out and take it
I'll give you your way
Body in motion (We The Best Music)

I'm so impatient, don't keep me waitin' (girl)
I think I got it bad for you, babe, bad for you, baby
Intoxicated, I'm on one, I'm faded
I think I got it bad for you, babe, bad for you, baby

Body in motion
You got me so damn focused, yeah
Baby, I'm so done with waitin'

Baby, you're gorgeous
You're incredible
You're beautiful
You're phenomenal
You're amazin'
Most importantly, you're a queen
Another one
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Writer: Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Dominique Jones, Jake Savona, Kevin Cossom, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Miguel Orlando Collins, Nicholas Warwar, Rodrick Wayne Jr. Moore, Tarik Azzouz
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Popstar

Bitches
We The Best Music
Another one, yeah
DJ Khaled

Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the f*ckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor

Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the f*ckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor

Ayy, shawty with the long text, I don't talk, ayy
Shawty with the long legs, she don't walk, ayy
Yeah, last year, I kept it on the tuck, ayy
2020, I came to f*ck it up, yeah
I want a long life, a legendary one (yeah)
I want a quick death (yeah), and a easy one (yeah)
I want a pretty girl (yeah), and a honest one (yeah)
I want this drink (yeah), and another one, yeah
And I'm troublesome, yeah
I'm a popstar, but this shit ain't bubblegum, yeah
You would probably think my manager is Scooter Braun, yeah
But my manager with twenty hoes in Buddakan, yeah, ayy
Look, Ariana, Selena, my Visa
It can take as many charges as it needs to, my girl
That shit platinum just like all of my releases, my girl
Niggas come for me, I tear them all to pieces, my girl
I'ma show your sexy ass what relief is, my girl
Please don't take no shit that's 'bout to have you geekin'
And I'm not drivin' nothin' that I gotta stick the keys in
Wonder how I got this way? I swear I got the

Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the f*ckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor

Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the f*ckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor

I'm a popstar, not a doctor, watch her
Say she rep a whole different block, so I blocked her
Busy at the crib, cookin' salmon with the lobster
If we talkin' joints, it's just me and David Foster
Bodyguards don't look like Kevin Costner, you tweakin'
Just pulled up to Whitney Houston, Texas for the evenin'
They tell the same story so much, they start to believe it
The ones that start like, "Drizzy's shit was cool, but we even"
Man, how the f*ck?
Two, four, six, eight watches, factory, so they appreciate
Crown in my hand and I'm really playin' keep-away
Shit don't even usually get this big without a Bieber face
Nah, nah, piece of cake, nah, nah, Turks and Caic', yeah, yeah
Go and get your friends, we can sneak away, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I keep a, like I keep the faith
Wonder how I got this way? Swear I got the

Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the f*ckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor

Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the f*ckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
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Writer: Khaled Khaled, David Ruoff, Elias Klughammer, Aubrey Graham, Ozan Yildirim
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




This is My Year

We the Best Music (yeah)
Another one (see what can happen when we all get together?)
DJ Khaled (yeah)

I swear this is my year (yeah)
I like good girls in Louis Vuitton gear (yeah)
I like bad bitches, extended long hair (come on)
And she like Raf Simons (like Raf Simons)
My bitch bag like 40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's right)
Black on black big bodies, all back to back with it (oh, you see it)
Poppin' Percs like three times a week, hangin' with my savages, yeah (woo)
And yeah, I pour up (woo), bought me a redeye (redeye), just to do donuts
On God, they don't want smoke with us, they just might fold up
They never noticed us, I had to show up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look, that Double R with us (let's go)
You know the stars with us (on this side)
Heard they on demon time (yeah)
We got Allah with us
Armed and dangerous, yeah (we from New York, motherf*ckers)
Do not play with us, yeah
They can't bang with us (yeah, they can't bang with us)
They labeled us murderers, I hang with the worst of them

When I bust, you just move
You feisty, baby (come on), but that's how I like you, baby (yeah)
Rock Amiri like me, I'm rich, don't know if she really like me, yeah (she like you)
Oh, nah, nah, nah-nah-nah (yeah, she loves us)
When I bust, you just move (move)
You feisty, baby, but that's how I like you, baby (come on)
Rock Amiri like me, I'm rich, don't know if she really like me, yeah (ayo, she frontin')
Oh, nah, nah, nah-nah-nah (ayo, let's go, Sean)

Look (look)
B's and M's is what I came to touch (yeah, touch)
She woke me up to head, it made me blush, damn (damn)
Dodgin' all the shots they aimed at us
Armed and dangerous, losin' team, ain't no way that's us (no way, no way)
Mama worked two jobs at once for half her life (half her life, half her life)
She prayed to God and I was the reply (blessed)
This that hard work, dedication, shit you can't deny (yes)
I'm my only enemy, if I don't win, it's self-sabotage (that's on me, yeah)
Bitch, I'm in the zone and it's a warzone (doot-doot-doot)
I'm in control, ball in my court, even in courtrooms
You chase lil' hoes that chase money that chase me (what?)
While I'm goin' over blueprints in the motherf*ckin' boardroom (ayo, bitch, we gettin' money over here)
And she know it's no strings attached when we fly private
There and back, and her base private and I like that (yeah)
Brightest energy, my soul sing Cece Winans on the track (track)
Me and Khaled, we go back, but we ain't never goin' back
Don't get confused (we ain't never going back)

When I bust, you just move (move)
You feisty, baby, but that's how I like you, baby
Rock Amiri like me, I'm rich, don't know if she really like me, yeah
Oh, nah, nah, nah-nah-nah (yeah)
When I bust, you just move (move)
You feisty, baby, but that's how I like you, baby
Rock Amiri like me, I'm rich, don't know if she really like me, yeah
Oh, nah, nah, nah-nah-nah (ayo, Rozay, talk to 'em) (M-Maybach Music)

Straight drop dead, Len Bias (that's right)
My trap spot straight fire (come on)
Runnin' through the courts, made it playin' like a sport (huh)
Set the streets on fire, left it burnin' like a torch (take that)
All I want is two-doors, gave the charges to the boys
Now I'm bigger than the blogs, now the topic on the Forbes (woo, come on)
Catch a fed charge, now we pardoned by the laws
Niggas better stay in line or I'ma sit 'em in the morgue (come on)
Heaven on earth, half a million on a watch (watch)
Three bands on a sweater just to let a nigga watch (boss)
Nigga wanna ride the wave, so I let him hold the yacht
Cuban links for the team, double M on the lock (double M)
305 the code if you wanna get a block
You can send it Bitcoin, time to triple it with stocks (that's right)
All eyes on me, you niggas livin' in a box (huh)
Got the haters leavin' comments while I'm really sendin' shots (biggest)

Ayo, I told y'all the first motherf*ckin' time
I was never gon' stop, yeah (love, love in the sky)
Ten years from now it's but that (as I kiss your bitch goodnight)
Was thirty f*cking years ago, motherf*ckers
Get used to it, like the f*ckin' air you breathe
The first shall be last and the last shall be first (love, love in the sky)
Black motherf*ckin' rich shit (as I kiss your bitch goodnight)
Ownership shit
Godly shit (when I bust, you just move)
Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need
Come on, man, we wasn't talkin' shit
What the f*ck you thought? (When I bust, you just move)
We here
Y'all motherf*ckers actin' like y'all got amnesia or somethin'
The truth will set you free
The truth will set you free, son
Ayo, I put this thing together
Me, that's who
Me, I put this thing together, me, that's who (me, that's who)

When I bust, you just move
You feisty, baby, but that's how I like you, baby
Rock Amiri like me, I'm rich, don't know if she really like me, yeah
Oh, nah, nah, nah-nah-nah
When I bust, you just move
You feisty, baby, but that's how I like you, baby
Rock Amiri like me, I'm rich, don't know if she really like me, yeah
Oh, nah, nah, nah-nah-nah
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Writer: Christopher Wallace, Artist Julius Dubose, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Nicholas Warwar, Robert F. Diggs, Sean Combs, Sean Michael Anderson, Tarik Azzouz, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




SORRY NOT SORRY

Ah-ah
Oh-woah

Sorry, not sorry, don't mind me
I'm livin' the dream, livin' the dream, yeah
Came from nothin', whoever thought that we would be
Livin' the dream? Livin' the dream, yeah

We The Best Music
Another one
DJ Khaled

Hear ye, hear ye, only kings stand near me
Silicon Valley money mixed with Henny, that's Effendi
Half a century almost, sliced the green like a lawnmower
'Til we all on, never fall off, hear a boss talk
You don't hear me? That's your loss
Winner in life, f*ck a coin toss
I'm coin-based, basically cryptocurrency Scarface
Join us, there's gotta be more of us
I'm from the ghetto, what location? Two seconds from the Devil
I live heavenly in Cabo, with a Mexican sombrero
Drink heavily, health is wealth (health is wealth)
Look at wealthy me, wipe your nose, HSTRY my type of clothes
Miss me with the hate, helped so many people get cake
Whips and cream for the crew, no other weed, that thing faster
The time I spit this, I started some other business (some other business)
Came from the pitchin' (came from the pitchin')', 'caine in the kitchen
Dangerous missions, wastin' your time if you want my forgiveness (forgiveness)

Sorry, not sorry, don't mind me
I'm livin' the dream, livin' the dream, yeah
Came from nothin', whoever thought that we would be
Livin' the dream? Livin' the dream, yeah

Sorry, that's another B
Haters still ain't recover from the other B
Mmm, that's a double B
Nah, that's a triple B, can't forget 'bout the other Bey (hey)
It's the white gloves for me
Hater know not to touch me, I'm with the f*ckery (f*ck with me)
Humbly (humbly), nah, respectfully
I'm a project baby, f*ck y'all expect from me? (Technically)
'Merica's disrespect for me
You killed Christ, you created religion, unexpectedly
Circular ice on Japanese whiskey, on my mezzanine
Overlookin' the City of Angels, the angel invested in things
Unprecedented run (facts)
Everybody's gettin' bands, we just dance to different drums
I like who I've become
Intermittin' fastin', but these mil's, I'm not missin' none, sorry

Sorry, not sorry, don't mind me
I'm livin' the dream, livin' the dream, yeah
Came from nothin', whoever thought that we would be
Livin' the dream? Livin' the dream, yeah

La-la, la-la, la, la-la (oh, oh-oh, oh)
La, la, la-la (oh, oh-oh, oh)
La, la, la-la (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
La, la, la-la
La, la, la-la (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
La, la, la-la (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
La, la, la-la (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
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Writer: Beyonce Giselle Knowles, James Edward II Fauntleroy, Kevin Cossom, Khaled Khaled, Nasir Jones, Nicholas M. Warwar, Shawn C. Carter, Tarik Azzous
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Just Be

Yeah (yeah)
Alright, uh
We The Best Music
Another one
Yeah, uh
DJ Khaled

I'm gettin' on my own way
'Cause these days I ain't tryna complicate things
My heart's in the right place
I'm settin' my intentions, manifestin' good change
And life gets hard, but a purpose
It's gotta make the bad days worth the tears
So I'll just be still, be still

'Cause things are happenin' that I can't see (see)
And if I got patience, then I got peace (peace)
I have to let go, let go, let go of everything (thing)
And watch what happens when I break free (free)

And just be, just be (just be), me
Just be, just be, just be (just be), me
Just be, just be, just be (just be), me
Just be, just be, just be (just be), me (uh)

I'm movin' like the wind (yeah)
Smooth and easy, just flowin'
Trustin' myself to work it out
Wherever life got me goin'
Mindful of the future, still grateful for the past
If all I got is right here and right now, I'ma make the moment last

'Cause things are happenin' that I can't see (see)
And if I got patience, then I got peace (peace)
I have to let go, let go, let go of everything (thing)
And watch what happens when I break free (free)

And just be, just be (just be), me
Just be, just be, just be (just be), me
Just be, just be, just be (just be), me
Just be, just be, just be (just be), me (uh)

I ain't worried 'bout a storm
'Cause I'm built for any weather, yeah, that's what I know
How do I get my flowers if I don't stand strong and watch my flowers grow?
Mmm, I'm focused on the future but grateful for the past
If all I got is right here and right now, I'ma make the moment last

'Cause things are happenin' that I can't see (see)
And if I got patience, then I got peace (peace)
I have to let go, let go, let go of everything (thing)
And watch what happens when I break free (free)

And just be, just be (just be), me
Just be, just be, just be (just be), me
Just be, just be, just be (just be), me
Just be, just be, just be (just be), me (uh)

Always be you
KHALED KHALED
Justin Timberlake
Another one
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Writer: Brittany Coney, Denisia Andrews, Justin Timberlake, Khaled Khaled, Nicholas M. Warwar, Tarik Azzous, Berry Gordy, Deke Richard, Freddie Perren, James Mizell Alphonso
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




I Can Have It All

Yeah, I know you're tired, baby
Yeah, I know you're so tired
Yeah, help has arrived, baby
Look up in the sky
Know you wanna fly (wanna fly)
Know you're tryin' your hardest to get by
Yeah, I could see it in your eyes (oh, I)
I could see it in (I could see it in)

We The Best Music

'Cause I can have it all
I can have it (I can have it)
I can have it all
I can have it (I can have it)
Another one

And I can have it all
I can have it (I can have it)
I can have it all
I can have it

DJ Khaled

Yeah
Knew I was special from a young age (come on)
Knew I would take some shit to my grave
Hope that the problems that I became
To some niggas that I snaked don't catch up to me someday
But karma my bitch and she workin' for me (what else?)
One time for the niggas who still adore me (what else?)
'Cause it's some broads out here f*ckin' for forty
And I'm just tryna make somebody son fall in love before forty
I been on some wild shit (wild shit)
Comin' out the bank with a mortgage deposit (deposit)
Made myself a promise I'ma win (I'ma win)
Never again, broke up, broken hearted
And I'm starin' at the fountain blue from the balcony (real life)
Runnin' a mile in my red bottoms, tryna chase a dream

'Cause I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)
I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)
Ain't got no hate in my blood or no jealousy
Know it's somebody, it's somebody out there just for me
And I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)
I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)

I could feel it in the air (the air)

Yeah, ridin' with my billionaire homie, I got the Glock up on me
He always askin' me why I got it? Be tryna hide it from him
He tell me, "Why don't you get some security? You got a lot of money"
But I can't get this shit out my heart, they took my father from me
Shit, do you know the feelin' of success?
When you young and you black but you stressed and you blessed
And you gotta wake up every single mornin', do your best
And when you get your cake up niggas gon' try you on the 'net
I had to switch way up 'cause I can't die by my respect
I got kids I gotta feed, I got a mama that can't grieve
When it was slow and niggas left, I made my mind up, I can't leave
Plus it's homies doin' life, shit, I got guys that gotta free
Juveniles don't get no life at seventeen, he was eighteen
They gave him life so we gotta pray and believe
And try to squeeze on every resource that we know that he need
We must achieve and once we see him we gon' go and succeed
The heart of creed, I'm from Philly, nigga

From the balcony I see the fountain blue
Over the bridge is muddy waters, 'til your dreams come true (know where I'm from)
But I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)
I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)
From the balcony I see the fountain blue
Over the bridge is muddy waters, 'til your dreams come true
But I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)
I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)

Who knew it would be worth all of the losses?
Hopped in the Bentley, ain't even worry what the cost is
I know you out there tryna sell your soul for profit
We gotta count all of the blessings 'cause it's God sent
Standin' on the edge right now
I said I'm standin' on the edge right now
And if the walls come down
If it all come down
If it come down

Starin' at the fountain blue from the balcony
Runnin' a mile in my red bottoms tryna chase a dream
'Cause I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)
I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)
Ain't got no hate in my blood or no jealousy
Know it's somebody, it's somebody out there just for me
And I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)
I can have it all, I can have it (I can have it)

I could feel it in the air (the air)
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Writer: Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Gabriella Wilson, Khaled Mohamed Khaled, Nicholas Warwar, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Tarik Azzouz
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Greece

We The Best Music
Another one
DJ Khaled

Come with me, leave all of your things, yeah
We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah
Come with me, fly you out to Greece
Full speed, survoler Paris, yeah

Come with me, leave all of your things, yeah
We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah
Come with me, fly you out to Greece
Full speed, survoler Paris

Speedboats, baby, in Nikki Beach
Waves in my ears, smokin' weed (oui, oui)
Whippin' through the sand in a Jeep (oui, oui)
All because of what I did on beats, baby
Life's sweet, baby, iced out, baby
You just go get ready, we go out, baby
Long time lookin' for the bounce, yeah
OZ had the bounce, yeah

Come with me, leave all of your things, yeah
We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah
Come with me, fly you out to Greece
Full speed, survoler Paris

Come with me, leave all of your things, yeah
We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah
Come with me, fly you out to Greece
Full speed, je suis ton génie

Rolls Royce, baby, in Hidden Hills
Bags full of hundred dollar bills (oui, oui)
Joggin' past your wifey, she get chills (oui, oui)
All because of how I kept it real
Life's sweet, baby, on the G-Way
I get you anything you need, baby, yeah
Worked for everything you see, baby
Ooh-wee, baby, ooh

Come with me, leave all of your things, yeah
We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah
Come with me, fly you out to Greece
Full speed, survoler Paris

Come with me, leave all of your things, yeah
We can stop at Gucci, stop at Louis V, yeah
Come with me, fly you out to Greece
Full speed, survoler Paris

(Might just have to go in on that)
Never fallin', why you makin' problems?
I've been silent, why you makin' problems?
I'm a problem, bein' rich is not my fault
You decide who you think the shit reside with
I been quiet, hard to miss me when I'm flyin'
Gone out to Caicos, she can stay in my room
She can stay in my room, and it ain't my
I was tryna play it right
I was tryna treat you nice
Funny how I had to stop
See me when I'm outside
We ain't have a problem
Then you went and found one
How you gonna get a bag?
She can't help but get attached
See me when you're outside
See me on the Southside
I could tell you're sick inside
'Cause she just wanna love me
She don't wanna leave me
She just wanna love me
She don't wanna leave me
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Writer: Peter Eddin, Khaled Khaled, Elijah Maynard, Aubrey Graham, Calvin Tarvin, Ozan Yildirim
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Where You Come From

We The Best Music
Murda
We the best
Another one
Don't need the rest
What dem seh?
DJ Khaled

If unnu mess wid wi, you a guh see a million
We natty, it can guh long just like di Amazon
Spliff big like gas cylinder, man a beat like gong
(Dem say, "Hey, natty dreadlocks, a weh yuh come from?") One question?
Ayy, hummer beat, bwoy retreat when him hear di ting slam
Dem say dreadlocks nuh play inna no bang-a-rang
And anyweh we go, we 'tand strong
In heart (cha)

Alright den, nuh pass yuh place and nuh cross di line
And nuh ask mi weh me from, cah mi nuh hard fi find
And the nation weh stand up pon, di castle mine
Right now mi a guh roll up another spliff, it just pass mi mind
Lowe di music, lowe di weed, a poverty cause di crime
Anytime yuh see di rastaman, nuh ask fi mine
Vampire dem a go in a mastermind
Seh dem huntin' blood samples, hard fi find
Alright, dis dem fi know (more fire)
Anyting yuh reap, a dat yuh sow (murda)
Hands haffi clean and yuh hart haffi pure
Light up di chalice and mi tell dem go
Rastafari eva safe and secure

If unnu mess wid wi, you a guh see a million
We natty, it can guh long just like di Amazon
Spliff big like gas cylinder, man a beat like gong
(Dem say, "Hey, natty dreadlocks, a weh yuh come from?") One question?
Ayy, hummer beat, bwoy retreat when him hear di ting slam
Dem say dreadlocks nuh play inna no bang-a-rang
And anyweh we go, we 'tand strong
In heart (cha)

When di ting dem a knock-knock pon di door
Di .40 Cal, di .44 guh (blap-blap)
Killa dat, step in so hot mi scorch di floor
Premier League, we hav di Arsenal fi fight di revolutionary battle
'Cause only di bottle dem fi pour
Di yutes dem fi rich, equal rights empowerment
Tell dem fi leave it, sun fi shine or black rain will shower dem
Nuh mek wi leggo sixty like di hour dem
DJ Khaled, run out di coward dem
Dis is a warnin' like mi pop it off and beat one
Food fi reach di people mouth and money fi a reach hand
But dem brave, nuh tek nuh chat, Jamaica land mi weed from
Shine it like a beacon
We di best, yuh diss, yuh nuh seh mi one
Bullet!

If unnu mess wid wi, you a guh see a million
We natty, it can guh long just like di Amazon
Spliff big like gas cylinder, man a beat like gong
(Dem say, "Hey, natty dreadlocks, a weh yuh come from?") One question?
Ayy, hummer beat, bwoy retreat when him hear di ting slam
Dem say dreadlocks nuh play inna no bang-a-rang
And anyweh we go, we 'tand strong
In heart (cha)

These streets are cold yuh betta bundle up
Don't know who to trust, most of dem corrupt
We look inside they're minds and see di plan
Bounty, Khaled, Buju, Capleton ah step in da mouths ah yuh
These streets are cold yuh betta bundle up
Don't know who to trust most of dem corrupt
We look inside they're minds and see di plan
Unnuh nuh know di hops, we neva stop, man a big up
Load up another cup (more fire)
Load up another cup (murda)
Huh, load up another cup
Well my lucks, yuh can't touch
Went Babylon, mi know seh yuh a bluff
Load up another cup

If unnu mess wid wi, you a guh see a million
We natty, it can guh long just like di Amazon
Spliff big like gas cylinder, man a beat like gong
(Dem say, "Hey, natty dreadlocks, a weh yuh come from?") One question?
Ayy, hummer beat, bwoy retreat when him hear di ting slam
Dem say dreadlocks nuh play inna no bang-a-rang
And anyweh we go, we 'tand strong (dem say, "Hey, natty dreadlocks, a weh yuh come from?")
In heart (cha)
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Writer: Barrington Ainsworth Levy, Clifton George Bailey, Khaled Khaled, Mark Anthony Myrie, Matthew Thompson, Nicholas M. Warwar, Patrick Denard Douthit, Paul Donald Love, Rodney Price, Tarik Azzouz
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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