Let's start this story backwards
I'm dead, she's dead
Just another, "Black lives matter"
And if I die today, I die a bastard
Tiktok rapper, part-time YouTube actor
Pop my shit then a muscle relaxer
Intergalactor, worldwide capper
(I have thirty shoes and put 'em back in the box)
Like, voilà, the Looney Tunes back in stock
I'm little Miss Stanka Pooh
Little Miss, "Who are you?"
Little loose screw
Fur hat with the kangaroo
Who wouldn't knew, who'd of the thunk it?
Who'da got the ball from Big Moo and who'da dunk it?
If this relationship was left up to you, you'd have sunk it
Talkin' out my ass, and that's my assumption
But, that's my conjunction
I'm runnin' back to you like a fat kid at lunch-in
Please
I'd swallow my pride before I choke on my greed
Show you my cards before I gamble my seed, uh
F*ck are we talkin' about?
What's the discussion?
Sharin' memes with the chairman over some English muffins
I'm just shootin' the shit over some pretty production
And it's still not enough of somethin', needs more somethin', somethin'
Who's that creepin' through my rearview? Thirty-somethin'
I'm not nervous, I'm just concerned for rest
What if I die a Taurus? What if I die on purpose?
What if it wasn't even worth it? What if I'm rockin' the thong?
What if I choke on a slurpee? What if I make it big?
What if my car was exploded while I'm casually pumpin' the gas and smokin' a cig'?
What if my life was Holy?
Loaded, pile of shit
Whole lot of pussy and a whole lot of dick
Whole lot of bills and a whole lot of kids
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, that's it, that's it
And if those the only fears that I'll take to my grave
I'm pissin' on you hoes, livin' or dead
Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal Album Lyrics
Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal Lyrics
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Devin Williams, Kalon Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
BULLFROG
Titties sitting up high
Ms. Nigga tough guy
Sipping on a Mai Tai
Money on a uprise
Left, right, uppercut
Punchlines make them duck
Write hooks up the cut
Platinum hits, f*ck is up?
Pop star, rock star, dark skin bitch
24-inch waist, mandingo dick
Do you wanna take a ride on my ego trip?
Slow down when you ride on this ego stick, ya dig?
Like a cable, we jump hoes
If a bitch feeling froggy, tell her hop out, bitch
Like a cable, we jump hoes
Twitter fingers get your whole life logged out, bitch
I'm, oh, so expensive
So addictive
You get no attention
Bitches ain't f*cking with me
I make pensions
Niggas penny pinching
Okay, cha-ching
I copped a new ring
F*ck a new boy, new toy, I need a new fling
Cop the Trojan condom with grooves, we get to grooving
We get to moving
My lil' yeah yeah
My side boo thing
After the woo-woo, he get to boosting
Put the nigga on the block, he bring me back my loose change
Pimpcess with some nice tits
Pussy on the nice list
All y'all frog ass hoes should hop off my-
Like a cable, we jump hoes
If a bitch feeling froggy, tell her hop out, bitch
Like a cable, we jump hoes
Twitter fingers get your whole life logged out, bitch
Ms. Nigga tough guy
Sipping on a Mai Tai
Money on a uprise
Left, right, uppercut
Punchlines make them duck
Write hooks up the cut
Platinum hits, f*ck is up?
Pop star, rock star, dark skin bitch
24-inch waist, mandingo dick
Do you wanna take a ride on my ego trip?
Slow down when you ride on this ego stick, ya dig?
Like a cable, we jump hoes
If a bitch feeling froggy, tell her hop out, bitch
Like a cable, we jump hoes
Twitter fingers get your whole life logged out, bitch
I'm, oh, so expensive
So addictive
You get no attention
Bitches ain't f*cking with me
I make pensions
Niggas penny pinching
Okay, cha-ching
I copped a new ring
F*ck a new boy, new toy, I need a new fling
Cop the Trojan condom with grooves, we get to grooving
We get to moving
My lil' yeah yeah
My side boo thing
After the woo-woo, he get to boosting
Put the nigga on the block, he bring me back my loose change
Pimpcess with some nice tits
Pussy on the nice list
All y'all frog ass hoes should hop off my-
Like a cable, we jump hoes
If a bitch feeling froggy, tell her hop out, bitch
Like a cable, we jump hoes
Twitter fingers get your whole life logged out, bitch
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Mai Ankri, Matthew Bartolo Moleta
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
BOILED PEANUTS
(You want some boiled peanuts?)
(The f*ck is a boiled peanut?)
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Twenty nine ten, East Genocide Street
Where niggas mix seeds with their nicotine treats
I wish I had a soda and a dime peace peach
So I could just kick back and sip my lime in peace
Easy, breezy, beautiful, erratic
Scatter my demonic, borderline addict
I tried to take the sober route and ended on a dead end
Now everything I joke about just ends up on the Reddit
Gator skin coat, Florida heat, no joke
Feel like the Tiger King, these bitches want Mojo
Leo, the sun sign, I'm sippin' a Cosmo
Make money like pronto when Gucci my poncho
Ain't no rain or pain on me
Niggas wettin' up the block but ain't a stain on me
Label always up my ass like anal beads
Why can't all these label niggas just let me be?
Let me breath
Niggas want me R-I-P
I've been restin' with my peace and that's the irony
I'm a dyin' sunflower leavin' a trail of seeds
In the 813, this my legacy
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
(The f*ck is a boiled peanut?)
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Twenty nine ten, East Genocide Street
Where niggas mix seeds with their nicotine treats
I wish I had a soda and a dime peace peach
So I could just kick back and sip my lime in peace
Easy, breezy, beautiful, erratic
Scatter my demonic, borderline addict
I tried to take the sober route and ended on a dead end
Now everything I joke about just ends up on the Reddit
Gator skin coat, Florida heat, no joke
Feel like the Tiger King, these bitches want Mojo
Leo, the sun sign, I'm sippin' a Cosmo
Make money like pronto when Gucci my poncho
Ain't no rain or pain on me
Niggas wettin' up the block but ain't a stain on me
Label always up my ass like anal beads
Why can't all these label niggas just let me be?
Let me breath
Niggas want me R-I-P
I've been restin' with my peace and that's the irony
I'm a dyin' sunflower leavin' a trail of seeds
In the 813, this my legacy
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
DENIAL IS A RIVER
Hey, I thought it was all over
What's up, Doechii?
Hey, girl
You know, it's been a lil' minute since you and I have had a chat?
Has it really?
Probably since like, your last EP, 'All The Places You'll Go'
Oh, wow, it's been a minute (yeah)
I've been gettin' some calls, we're all a little bit worried about you
Not worried, okay
And I know that was kinda the outlet for you, so
You were
Why don't you just tell me what's been goin' on?
Okay
Remember old dude from 2019?
Nice clean nigga did me dirtier than laundry (than laundry)
Took a scroll through his IG
Just to get a DM from his wifey?
I was so confused, what should Doechii do?
She didn't know about me and I didn't know 'bout Sue
I opened up the messages and had to hit the zoom
Turns out the girl was really a dude? (Goddamn)
Nigga think he slicked back 'til I slipped back
Got my lick back, turned a nigga to a nick-nack (to a nick nack)
I moved on, dropped a couple of songs
And then I went and got signed, that was 2021
Okay, I just feel like this is the perfect opportunity
For us to just take a second and kind of unpack what's happened to you
You know, this guy cheated on you and-
Mm, nah, f*ck it
Platinum record this, bible record that
I'm makin' so much money, I'm all over the 'net
I'm movin' so fast, no time to process
And no, I'm not in a gang but I'm always on set
This watch, drip drop, label want the TikToks
Now I'm makin' TikTok music, what the f*ck?
I need a cleanse, need a detox
But we ain't got time to stop, the charts needs us (and they do)
Fast forward me, 2023
I'm stackin' lots of cheese and makin' monty
My grass' really green and
Honestly, I can't even f*cking cap no more
This is a really dark time for me
I'm goin' through a lot
By a lot, you mean drugs?
Umm, I wouldn't
Drugs?
No, it's a (no) it's a natural point
No, I'm not judgin'
I'm not an addict
I'm just sayin'
I don't think
Wanna talk about it?
Uh
I mean, f*ck, I like pills, I like drugs
I like gettin' money
I like strippers, I like to f*ck
I like day drinkin' and day parties in Hollywood
I like doin' Hollywood shit and snortin' pollywood
What can I say? This shit works, it feels good
Than my self-worth's at an all time low
And just when it couldn't get worse
My ex crashed my place and destroyed all I own
Whoopsie, made an oopsie
One hundred thousand dollar oops made me loopy
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Don't wanna have to turn a nigga guts into soupy
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Rurr
Okay, Doechii, we don't wanna revert back into our old ways
Sorry, okay
So, we're gonna try a breathin' exercise, okay?
Alright, word
When I breath, you breath
Okay
Alright? Let's go
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, ah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah
Woosah
What's up, Doechii?
Hey, girl
You know, it's been a lil' minute since you and I have had a chat?
Has it really?
Probably since like, your last EP, 'All The Places You'll Go'
Oh, wow, it's been a minute (yeah)
I've been gettin' some calls, we're all a little bit worried about you
Not worried, okay
And I know that was kinda the outlet for you, so
You were
Why don't you just tell me what's been goin' on?
Okay
Remember old dude from 2019?
Nice clean nigga did me dirtier than laundry (than laundry)
Took a scroll through his IG
Just to get a DM from his wifey?
I was so confused, what should Doechii do?
She didn't know about me and I didn't know 'bout Sue
I opened up the messages and had to hit the zoom
Turns out the girl was really a dude? (Goddamn)
Nigga think he slicked back 'til I slipped back
Got my lick back, turned a nigga to a nick-nack (to a nick nack)
I moved on, dropped a couple of songs
And then I went and got signed, that was 2021
Okay, I just feel like this is the perfect opportunity
For us to just take a second and kind of unpack what's happened to you
You know, this guy cheated on you and-
Mm, nah, f*ck it
Platinum record this, bible record that
I'm makin' so much money, I'm all over the 'net
I'm movin' so fast, no time to process
And no, I'm not in a gang but I'm always on set
This watch, drip drop, label want the TikToks
Now I'm makin' TikTok music, what the f*ck?
I need a cleanse, need a detox
But we ain't got time to stop, the charts needs us (and they do)
Fast forward me, 2023
I'm stackin' lots of cheese and makin' monty
My grass' really green and
Honestly, I can't even f*cking cap no more
This is a really dark time for me
I'm goin' through a lot
By a lot, you mean drugs?
Umm, I wouldn't
Drugs?
No, it's a (no) it's a natural point
No, I'm not judgin'
I'm not an addict
I'm just sayin'
I don't think
Wanna talk about it?
Uh
I mean, f*ck, I like pills, I like drugs
I like gettin' money
I like strippers, I like to f*ck
I like day drinkin' and day parties in Hollywood
I like doin' Hollywood shit and snortin' pollywood
What can I say? This shit works, it feels good
Than my self-worth's at an all time low
And just when it couldn't get worse
My ex crashed my place and destroyed all I own
Whoopsie, made an oopsie
One hundred thousand dollar oops made me loopy
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Don't wanna have to turn a nigga guts into soupy
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Rurr
Okay, Doechii, we don't wanna revert back into our old ways
Sorry, okay
So, we're gonna try a breathin' exercise, okay?
Alright, word
When I breath, you breath
Okay
Alright? Let's go
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, ah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah
Woosah
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Joey Hamhock, Ian Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
CATFISH
Tell a bitch, hoorah
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Cop the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hating bitches, my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shoutout ese them in my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the Dean
Doechii Supreme, the swamp ruler
Freaky little sneaky, little creepy little whack bitch
Creeping on me, speaking on me, sleeping on me, mattress
Now I got some bands to burn and bars to bend them backwards
It's time to wake them up 'cause they been sleeping on the track list
Body so attractive, y'all be giving catfish
Log them off the web and every gangster's giving actress
Gangsters giving actress and all these fake activists
Leave me baffled, bewildered, relax a bit
Let me relax a bit, I think I need to cool it off
I put some pep up in my step and then I do it up
I shine my cutlery
And hit my jeweler up
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Cop the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hating bitches, my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shoutout ese them in my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the Dean
Doechii Supreme, the swamp ruler
Nigga's dick ride, the dick-riders gon' dick ride
Make a few bands and switch tribes they switch sides
Nigga's flip scripts like B sides, who these guys?
Only thing switchin on me, is thick thighs
I been did the black slugs, then I did the clown face
Took 'em to the swamp meet, that was on a Saturday
Mud on the Prada boot and that was on a bad day
I'm the hardest rapper, this yo' motherf*cking training day
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Copped the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hatin' bitches clog my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shout out ese them and my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the dean
Doechii Supreme, the Swamp Ruler
Hehe-hahahaha
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Cop the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hating bitches, my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shoutout ese them in my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the Dean
Doechii Supreme, the swamp ruler
Freaky little sneaky, little creepy little whack bitch
Creeping on me, speaking on me, sleeping on me, mattress
Now I got some bands to burn and bars to bend them backwards
It's time to wake them up 'cause they been sleeping on the track list
Body so attractive, y'all be giving catfish
Log them off the web and every gangster's giving actress
Gangsters giving actress and all these fake activists
Leave me baffled, bewildered, relax a bit
Let me relax a bit, I think I need to cool it off
I put some pep up in my step and then I do it up
I shine my cutlery
And hit my jeweler up
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Cop the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hating bitches, my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shoutout ese them in my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the Dean
Doechii Supreme, the swamp ruler
Nigga's dick ride, the dick-riders gon' dick ride
Make a few bands and switch tribes they switch sides
Nigga's flip scripts like B sides, who these guys?
Only thing switchin on me, is thick thighs
I been did the black slugs, then I did the clown face
Took 'em to the swamp meet, that was on a Saturday
Mud on the Prada boot and that was on a bad day
I'm the hardest rapper, this yo' motherf*cking training day
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Copped the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hatin' bitches clog my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shout out ese them and my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the dean
Doechii Supreme, the Swamp Ruler
Hehe-hahahaha
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Ahmanti Booker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
SKIPP
Call daddy, tell him twenty-five got to go
DMD done put it down, twenty-five out the door
Hittin' the highway, doin' twenty-five shows
Twenty-five limos slammin' twenty-five doors
Representin' fo' those holdin' twenty-five screws in they deck
I'ma wreck and rip twenty-five crews quick
Skip to my lou, tuck the tool in my pocket
F*ck supposed to do? Whole crew on that hot shit
Cop twenty-two, keep the lube for the rocket
Fifty-hundred chains, tuck the pain in my locket
Mayday, just tryna stay ahead of stormy weather 'til it rain day
It's a hundred people tryna help me but I feel the same ways
Suffer loss of vision but I'm focal, bitch
Sober-minded but I'm takin' trips
Tik-tak-duck, it's all red truck, no mercy when I tumble
Click-clack-duck, if I'm off to ya, holla mercy when I rumble
Mention ya nigga, mix it up, it's a come up when I call you
Fiction, yeah, it's a fiction, yeah, it's picture when I fall through
Skip to my lou, tuck the tool in my pocket
F*ck supposed to do? Whole crew on that hot shit
Cop twenty-two, keep the lube for the rocket
Fifty-hundred chains, tuck the pain in my locket
Love it, mane
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
DMD done put it down, twenty-five out the door
Hittin' the highway, doin' twenty-five shows
Twenty-five limos slammin' twenty-five doors
Representin' fo' those holdin' twenty-five screws in they deck
I'ma wreck and rip twenty-five crews quick
Skip to my lou, tuck the tool in my pocket
F*ck supposed to do? Whole crew on that hot shit
Cop twenty-two, keep the lube for the rocket
Fifty-hundred chains, tuck the pain in my locket
Mayday, just tryna stay ahead of stormy weather 'til it rain day
It's a hundred people tryna help me but I feel the same ways
Suffer loss of vision but I'm focal, bitch
Sober-minded but I'm takin' trips
Tik-tak-duck, it's all red truck, no mercy when I tumble
Click-clack-duck, if I'm off to ya, holla mercy when I rumble
Mention ya nigga, mix it up, it's a come up when I call you
Fiction, yeah, it's a fiction, yeah, it's picture when I fall through
Skip to my lou, tuck the tool in my pocket
F*ck supposed to do? Whole crew on that hot shit
Cop twenty-two, keep the lube for the rocket
Fifty-hundred chains, tuck the pain in my locket
Love it, mane
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Ahmanti Booker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
HIDE N SEEK
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Please, hide 'n seek from me, ooh
Somebody please hide 'n seek from me, ooh
Nothing the heart can't hold
I don't know what can go
Feelings struck, heart line broke
Nothing the heart can't hold
Please, hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from-
Please, hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from-
Please, hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from-
Please, hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from-
Yeah
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Attitude, she stankin'
Don't go by her rankin'
She's that bitch
What the f*ck you thinkin'?
Comin' with no bankin'?
Wanna talk shit
Head on straight and the head is right
Focus sharp like a Focusrite
Pleasing me is a luxury
Please tell me you won't kill my vibe
Pray and I pray till the pain away
Pray to the Lord it'll rain again
Fade away, straight away I can tell you are not paid
Benjamins and Fraklins, might have to hit the bank again
Deposit what you owe, don't make me ask you for the check again
Fee-I-fi-I-fo up to the top until I fall again
Niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Please, hide 'n seek from me, ooh
Somebody please hide 'n seek from me, ooh
Nothing the heart can't hold
I don't know what can go
Feelings struck, heart line broke
Nothing the heart can't hold
Please, hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from-
Please, hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from-
Please, hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from-
Please, hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from-
Yeah
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Attitude, she stankin'
Don't go by her rankin'
She's that bitch
What the f*ck you thinkin'?
Comin' with no bankin'?
Wanna talk shit
Head on straight and the head is right
Focus sharp like a Focusrite
Pleasing me is a luxury
Please tell me you won't kill my vibe
Pray and I pray till the pain away
Pray to the Lord it'll rain again
Fade away, straight away I can tell you are not paid
Benjamins and Fraklins, might have to hit the bank again
Deposit what you owe, don't make me ask you for the check again
Fee-I-fi-I-fo up to the top until I fall again
Niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas', nosebleeds (bleeds)
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Kalon Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
BLOOM
I'm constantly tryin' to remember like
"Okay, you gotta chase your goals
But you gotta check in with your mom
You gotta make your sisters are okay
You gotta make sure your bills are paid
But you gotta make sure you have fun, and time for you
And time for your friends," and like
I just constantly feel like I'm neglectin' parts of my life
Nope, nope, God made a day twenty four hours
Yeah
It's not a lot of time
Uh-huh
'Cause you just can't do it all in one moment
Uh-huh
There's the past, present, and the future
You gotta put pieces in places, just twenty four hours
You take part of those hours, you wish what you can do and you gon' say it
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh
Found a place to grow
I feel wonderful
Found a place to bloom (found a place to bloom)
I feel beautiful
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh
I just wanna chase my dreams
I just wanna be like, "Oh my god, f*ck everything, f*ck it
I'm movin' to Califonia, I'm followin' my dreams
Oh, God, I'm a performer, I'm an entertainer, I'm a star
But I can't, because bitch, you have to have rent
You have to have a place to live, you have to have money
You have to maintain things, and that's just the way of life
"Okay, you gotta chase your goals
But you gotta check in with your mom
You gotta make your sisters are okay
You gotta make sure your bills are paid
But you gotta make sure you have fun, and time for you
And time for your friends," and like
I just constantly feel like I'm neglectin' parts of my life
Nope, nope, God made a day twenty four hours
Yeah
It's not a lot of time
Uh-huh
'Cause you just can't do it all in one moment
Uh-huh
There's the past, present, and the future
You gotta put pieces in places, just twenty four hours
You take part of those hours, you wish what you can do and you gon' say it
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh
Found a place to grow
I feel wonderful
Found a place to bloom (found a place to bloom)
I feel beautiful
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh
I just wanna chase my dreams
I just wanna be like, "Oh my god, f*ck everything, f*ck it
I'm movin' to Califonia, I'm followin' my dreams
Oh, God, I'm a performer, I'm an entertainer, I'm a star
But I can't, because bitch, you have to have rent
You have to have a place to live, you have to have money
You have to maintain things, and that's just the way of life
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Jayda Love
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
WAIT
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should just fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate
What do you think would happen?
You wait on it like a laxative
Life is just like a settlement, waiting for you to cash on it
Life is just like a bike, it don't move unless you pedaling
Less about who is better and more 'bout who blessing them
Softer than gelatin, peanuts to elephants
You dumb as a box of rocks if you think it's irrelevant
My granny been poppin' Xannies since CBS met The Nanny
My mammy dandy, she chipper than Annie
And I'm not talkin' a family, but I's been dreamin' of fishes
Since I been watching the Grammys
And I'm here to stay like the shit in your panties
I need some standing ovations since y'all can't seem to understand me
I might look fly in the matrix, I hope I'm sticking my landing
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate (woo)
Da-da-da-da (yeah), da-da-da-da (da-da-da-da)
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da (da-da-da)
Hope I'm comin' off chill, hope I'm keepin' it real
Hope that people feel safe when they enter my crib
Still a baby by day, bad bitch by night
Still applying my gloss from red to green light
Niggas callin' my phone, bitches callin' my phone
Private callin' my phone, blockin' you off my phone
Bill collectors, roach and bug inspectors calling my phone
Who you checkin' if I'm disrespecting you with my tone?
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate (woo)
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
You should just fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate
What do you think would happen?
You wait on it like a laxative
Life is just like a settlement, waiting for you to cash on it
Life is just like a bike, it don't move unless you pedaling
Less about who is better and more 'bout who blessing them
Softer than gelatin, peanuts to elephants
You dumb as a box of rocks if you think it's irrelevant
My granny been poppin' Xannies since CBS met The Nanny
My mammy dandy, she chipper than Annie
And I'm not talkin' a family, but I's been dreamin' of fishes
Since I been watching the Grammys
And I'm here to stay like the shit in your panties
I need some standing ovations since y'all can't seem to understand me
I might look fly in the matrix, I hope I'm sticking my landing
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate (woo)
Da-da-da-da (yeah), da-da-da-da (da-da-da-da)
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da (da-da-da)
Hope I'm comin' off chill, hope I'm keepin' it real
Hope that people feel safe when they enter my crib
Still a baby by day, bad bitch by night
Still applying my gloss from red to green light
Niggas callin' my phone, bitches callin' my phone
Private callin' my phone, blockin' you off my phone
Bill collectors, roach and bug inspectors calling my phone
Who you checkin' if I'm disrespecting you with my tone?
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate (woo)
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Dylvinci, Henry Was
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
DEATH ROLL
Speed the freeway when I need a breeze, ayy
Wine and Chinese when I feel uneasy
Fall to my knees, take a line, I needed a boost
Stumble inside of the booth, mumblin' none of the truth
As sweat drips down my tits
I contemplate, how'd it ever get like this?
I contemplate, how'd I ever get this rich or get this back?
I wonder what the label see in a bitch this Black?
I wonder what my friends all think when I'm not there?
I love the way my ideas flow when I'm not scared
I love the way my hips roll slow
But I don't like the way it feels when my vices are absent, I'm not there
I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
Sleep all day, all night, no time to work, work
Ex my fiancé, can't make it work, work
Bad bitches get burned, but now that bridge is burned
And when them tables turn, ya can't call back
Ring-ring, got that call but I can't call back
Feeling all alone and I can't stall that
I got shit to prove, no time to fall back
Fall back, fall for who is where ya left that
I wonder what's the point, I wonder why fight?
I go to light the joint, I wonder why light?
I feel so ig'nant, sick of being friendly
Being friendly only bring bad business
If repetition is the master's practice
Then I'm a mathematician when it comes to fashion
Doechii-ana giving trash couture
Your fit is a detour, I'm not none of these whores
I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
Lost friends, shed just like loose skin
I lost friends and lost kin closer than him, these loose ends
I'd rather choose me over them
These loose ends or a hymn when I'm bleeding and I'm fading out
You know I gotta up that stock, I gotta up my profit when I'm outside
Keep my composure when I'm outside sober, gotta up my profit
Wine and Chinese when I feel uneasy
Fall to my knees, take a line, I needed a boost
Stumble inside of the booth, mumblin' none of the truth
As sweat drips down my tits
I contemplate, how'd it ever get like this?
I contemplate, how'd I ever get this rich or get this back?
I wonder what the label see in a bitch this Black?
I wonder what my friends all think when I'm not there?
I love the way my ideas flow when I'm not scared
I love the way my hips roll slow
But I don't like the way it feels when my vices are absent, I'm not there
I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
Sleep all day, all night, no time to work, work
Ex my fiancé, can't make it work, work
Bad bitches get burned, but now that bridge is burned
And when them tables turn, ya can't call back
Ring-ring, got that call but I can't call back
Feeling all alone and I can't stall that
I got shit to prove, no time to fall back
Fall back, fall for who is where ya left that
I wonder what's the point, I wonder why fight?
I go to light the joint, I wonder why light?
I feel so ig'nant, sick of being friendly
Being friendly only bring bad business
If repetition is the master's practice
Then I'm a mathematician when it comes to fashion
Doechii-ana giving trash couture
Your fit is a detour, I'm not none of these whores
I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
Lost friends, shed just like loose skin
I lost friends and lost kin closer than him, these loose ends
I'd rather choose me over them
These loose ends or a hymn when I'm bleeding and I'm fading out
You know I gotta up that stock, I gotta up my profit when I'm outside
Keep my composure when I'm outside sober, gotta up my profit
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Malik Ninety Five
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
PROFIT
Now you might 'cause you might
Dirt under my fingernails, blood on my top hat
Nigga talkin' tough, I had to peel the nigga top back
Flowin' on the beat, my engineer gon' mute the talkback
Black bitches always bendin' backwards on a soft mat
Doin' acrobatics, fallin' face first, ass down
I was playin' father figure, now I'm makin' six now
Six figures, now my shit's bigger and you're sick now
Who woulda thought that Jaylah Hickmon be a hit now?
I rep my city despite the fact that they hated me
I'm breakin' bread with bird bitches like catering
I'm makin' peace with the fact that I'm goin' pop and shit
I'm makin' pop and shit, but I'm still poppin' shit
My label hate the direction I'm goin', they knock my shit
Stick to the plan and ignore 'em, I can't acknowledge it
They don't make statues of critics, they don't make statues of fans
I'm not no poli-ma-tician, I can't be shakin' them hands
F*ck modest, f*ck polished, f*ck the politics
I pledge allegiance to the motherf*ckin' profit, bitch
Jaylah Hickmon?
Hello?
You in the booth still?
We recordin' right now
You're record-
Nah, man, I'm just really proud of you though, I mean, that's, that's all
I just, just wanna tell you that I'm proud of you, I love you, like
Talk your shit, go crazy
I mean, go be the icon that you are, that's all
Dirt under my fingernails, blood on my top hat
Nigga talkin' tough, I had to peel the nigga top back
Flowin' on the beat, my engineer gon' mute the talkback
Black bitches always bendin' backwards on a soft mat
Doin' acrobatics, fallin' face first, ass down
I was playin' father figure, now I'm makin' six now
Six figures, now my shit's bigger and you're sick now
Who woulda thought that Jaylah Hickmon be a hit now?
I rep my city despite the fact that they hated me
I'm breakin' bread with bird bitches like catering
I'm makin' peace with the fact that I'm goin' pop and shit
I'm makin' pop and shit, but I'm still poppin' shit
My label hate the direction I'm goin', they knock my shit
Stick to the plan and ignore 'em, I can't acknowledge it
They don't make statues of critics, they don't make statues of fans
I'm not no poli-ma-tician, I can't be shakin' them hands
F*ck modest, f*ck polished, f*ck the politics
I pledge allegiance to the motherf*ckin' profit, bitch
Jaylah Hickmon?
Hello?
You in the booth still?
We recordin' right now
You're record-
Nah, man, I'm just really proud of you though, I mean, that's, that's all
I just, just wanna tell you that I'm proud of you, I love you, like
Talk your shit, go crazy
I mean, go be the icon that you are, that's all
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Mike Hector, David A. Duodo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
BOOM BAP
Boom bap
Rap, rap, rappity-rap-rap
Rappity-rap, pfff, boom bap-bap-bap-bap
They said they-
Camper, they said they want me to rap
They want real rap from a bitch like they out-rappin' a bitch
Yeah, she can clap a lil' bit, do that, they ain't sayin' shit
That ass a magnet, I get it, you know, attractive and shit
I just can't sing a lil' bit? I mean, that shit was a hit
You know exactly what it is, the choir gon' sing what it is
Top one hundred, what it is? Numero uno, what it is?
Favorite song, what it is? Turn me on, what it is?
Even the moms know what it is, but y'all niggas can't see what it is
What-? What the-? Well, what the f*ck is it? What it is, what it-
What the f*ck is it? Boom bap cap, boom bap rap
Boom bap cap, boom bap, brrt
Get Top on the phone
Tell them it's a rap, nigga, get Top on the phone
Tell 'em it's all rap, nigga
Say it's real and it's rap
And it boom and it bap
And it bounce and it clap
And it's house and it's trap
It's everything
I'm everything, mh
Boom bap, boom rap
Boom pat-kack-kack
Boom cat in the hat
Boom bap-pat-cat, oh
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Bup-bup-bup-bup) mhm
(Talk to 'em, Doechii)
I gave my soul to this shit
Eight lumps of coal for this shit
Went on the road for this shit
Played humble for this shit
Muggsy Bogues with this shit
Might call J. Cole for this shit
I'm with the bull and the shits
I'm goin' home with this shit, God
Get Top on the phone
Get him on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone (phone)
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone (phone)
Rap, rap, rappity-rap-rap
Rappity-rap, pfff, boom bap-bap-bap-bap
They said they-
Camper, they said they want me to rap
They want real rap from a bitch like they out-rappin' a bitch
Yeah, she can clap a lil' bit, do that, they ain't sayin' shit
That ass a magnet, I get it, you know, attractive and shit
I just can't sing a lil' bit? I mean, that shit was a hit
You know exactly what it is, the choir gon' sing what it is
Top one hundred, what it is? Numero uno, what it is?
Favorite song, what it is? Turn me on, what it is?
Even the moms know what it is, but y'all niggas can't see what it is
What-? What the-? Well, what the f*ck is it? What it is, what it-
What the f*ck is it? Boom bap cap, boom bap rap
Boom bap cap, boom bap, brrt
Get Top on the phone
Tell them it's a rap, nigga, get Top on the phone
Tell 'em it's all rap, nigga
Say it's real and it's rap
And it boom and it bap
And it bounce and it clap
And it's house and it's trap
It's everything
I'm everything, mh
Boom bap, boom rap
Boom pat-kack-kack
Boom cat in the hat
Boom bap-pat-cat, oh
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Bup-bup-bup-bup) mhm
(Talk to 'em, Doechii)
I gave my soul to this shit
Eight lumps of coal for this shit
Went on the road for this shit
Played humble for this shit
Muggsy Bogues with this shit
Might call J. Cole for this shit
I'm with the bull and the shits
I'm goin' home with this shit, God
Get Top on the phone
Get him on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone (phone)
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone (phone)
Writer: Darhyl Camper, Darius Scott, Jaylah Hickmon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
NISSAN ALTIMA
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Doechii (?) She freaky
Cunnilingus, Dalai Lama
Doechii cooler than a fan, but she get hotter than a sauna
Take a trip out of Japan and I tsunami her vagina
Wine and dine her, Benihana
I'm the new hip-hop Madonna
I'm the new hip-hop Madonna
I'm the trap Grace Jones
I don't know what type of motherf*ckin' crack they on
I'm like Carrie Bradshaw with a back brace on
I been carrying you bitches now for way too long
I'm a
Black bitch
Purple cunt
Stack chips
Smoke a blunt
All beef
Gets smoked
I'm a real fly bitch, you in coach hoe
I'm a real Bi bitch, every coast hoe
She was talkin' on the net
She won't approach though
I got these bitches white face, you a ghost hoe
You a Doechii stan
Stand on the post hoe
Suck it up, stand up, say that shit with your chest
You bitches barking over bones, I got digits to fetch
I can't do pictures, I'm too busy, I don't deal with the press
You the type of hoe to leave a broke nigga impressed
You look a mess, hoe
Broke dick got you lookin' real stressed, hoe
These broke niggas ain't cunt or fetch, hoe
Stay up, stay woke, stay blessed hoe
You need to
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin'
Put the motherf*ckin' money in my motherf*ckin' hands
I'm in Gucci in a bonnet, spendin' motherf*ckin' bands
I got haters, I got fans
I got stans in the stands
Do they love her or do they hate her? Either way they spendin' bands
I could really give a damn
I could really give a f*ck
Long as you bitches know what's up
It's Doechii bitch
Miss D-O-E
Don Dada, bitch
You notice me
They like "Doechii, you delulu
You a loose screw
She really givin' cunt and the pussy voodoo
She swapped the old nigga for a bitch named new new
She munchin' on the box while she watchin' Hulu"
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Doechii (?) She freaky
Cunnilingus, Dalai Lama
Doechii cooler than a fan, but she get hotter than a sauna
Take a trip out of Japan and I tsunami her vagina
Wine and dine her, Benihana
I'm the new hip-hop Madonna
I'm the new hip-hop Madonna
I'm the trap Grace Jones
I don't know what type of motherf*ckin' crack they on
I'm like Carrie Bradshaw with a back brace on
I been carrying you bitches now for way too long
I'm a
Black bitch
Purple cunt
Stack chips
Smoke a blunt
All beef
Gets smoked
I'm a real fly bitch, you in coach hoe
I'm a real Bi bitch, every coast hoe
She was talkin' on the net
She won't approach though
I got these bitches white face, you a ghost hoe
You a Doechii stan
Stand on the post hoe
Suck it up, stand up, say that shit with your chest
You bitches barking over bones, I got digits to fetch
I can't do pictures, I'm too busy, I don't deal with the press
You the type of hoe to leave a broke nigga impressed
You look a mess, hoe
Broke dick got you lookin' real stressed, hoe
These broke niggas ain't cunt or fetch, hoe
Stay up, stay woke, stay blessed hoe
You need to
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin'
Put the motherf*ckin' money in my motherf*ckin' hands
I'm in Gucci in a bonnet, spendin' motherf*ckin' bands
I got haters, I got fans
I got stans in the stands
Do they love her or do they hate her? Either way they spendin' bands
I could really give a damn
I could really give a f*ck
Long as you bitches know what's up
It's Doechii bitch
Miss D-O-E
Don Dada, bitch
You notice me
They like "Doechii, you delulu
You a loose screw
She really givin' cunt and the pussy voodoo
She swapped the old nigga for a bitch named new new
She munchin' on the box while she watchin' Hulu"
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Randle Markus Alandrus
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
GTFO
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Yeah, ah
Come right, move
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (uh)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Move, bitch, get out the way
If you plan on heavy steppin', girl, you better chassé
Peter Piper pimpin' poker, call me Mrs. Parlay
And I'm carryin' these bitches like my period late
Why you say I do that shit when I didn't do that shit?
Pull up lookin' like a lick, then I sped off in a Benz
Victoria's Secret, she in lingerie and shit
Two feet, kickin' shit, we on lean just doin' shit
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (uh)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move, uh)
Get the f*ck out my way (bitch)
Pussy bitch, get thee f*ck
Get the whip, my Bentley truck
Pussy ho keep startin' shit
Blicky make her dive and duck
Blicky make her dive and duck, extendo make her hokey-po
Line these pussy bitches up and make 'em do the do-si-do
Go on, bitch, I got the clip and the banana, two-tone, bitch
I feel like Thanos in this bitch, I'm too stoned, bitch
I be like, fft, fft, fft, fft, then I'm gone, bitch
I be like, fft, then I'm gone
Higher than a drone, pussy ho, leave me alone
I be on these bitches minds, in they heads just like a comb
I'm too grown, I'm too on, I'm too rich, and I'm too stoned
What the f*ck is you on?
Get the f*ck out my home, uh, yeah
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (uh-huh)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move, bitch)
Get the f*ck out my way
Bitch, move, bitch, scram, I go apeshit, I go ham
Swear I f*ck me up a bitch, swear I fight me up a man
Talkin' shit on Instagram, see me and start stutterin'
I stomp a bitch out in my fancy Timberlands
I'm drinking porn-star martinis
In my itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot bikini
You wanna be me, you can't be me
Hoes give me the heebie jeebies, hoes give me the, uh
I don't wanna mingle, you know what to do when you see me
No, I'm serious, though
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (uh-huh)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move, uh)
Get the f*ck out my way
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Yeah, ah
Come right, move
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (uh)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Move, bitch, get out the way
If you plan on heavy steppin', girl, you better chassé
Peter Piper pimpin' poker, call me Mrs. Parlay
And I'm carryin' these bitches like my period late
Why you say I do that shit when I didn't do that shit?
Pull up lookin' like a lick, then I sped off in a Benz
Victoria's Secret, she in lingerie and shit
Two feet, kickin' shit, we on lean just doin' shit
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (uh)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move, uh)
Get the f*ck out my way (bitch)
Pussy bitch, get thee f*ck
Get the whip, my Bentley truck
Pussy ho keep startin' shit
Blicky make her dive and duck
Blicky make her dive and duck, extendo make her hokey-po
Line these pussy bitches up and make 'em do the do-si-do
Go on, bitch, I got the clip and the banana, two-tone, bitch
I feel like Thanos in this bitch, I'm too stoned, bitch
I be like, fft, fft, fft, fft, then I'm gone, bitch
I be like, fft, then I'm gone
Higher than a drone, pussy ho, leave me alone
I be on these bitches minds, in they heads just like a comb
I'm too grown, I'm too on, I'm too rich, and I'm too stoned
What the f*ck is you on?
Get the f*ck out my home, uh, yeah
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (uh-huh)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move, bitch)
Get the f*ck out my way
Bitch, move, bitch, scram, I go apeshit, I go ham
Swear I f*ck me up a bitch, swear I fight me up a man
Talkin' shit on Instagram, see me and start stutterin'
I stomp a bitch out in my fancy Timberlands
I'm drinking porn-star martinis
In my itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot bikini
You wanna be me, you can't be me
Hoes give me the heebie jeebies, hoes give me the, uh
I don't wanna mingle, you know what to do when you see me
No, I'm serious, though
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (uh-huh)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (move, uh)
Get the f*ck out my way
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Devin Malik
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
HUH!
Top on, yeah, give me a top, uh-huh
You top? Uh-huh, give me a top, uh-huh
Give me a top, uh-huh
5AM, Top Hill, okay
New Richard Mille on my wrist, okay
Top floor maid, that mean she paid
Five hundred bill for my meal, okay
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
Five hundred K on my wrist, okay
5AM Top Hill, okay
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Mm, huh, huh, huh
Uh, huh, huh
Mm, huh, huh, huh (okay)
Niggas, let's face it, niggas too basic
Niggas complacent, face it
Niggas front page then shapeshift
Niggas turn page, they changin', I'm gaugin'
Niggas switch lanes, no face, no case
Niggas switch states, new name, new face
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Mm, huh, huh, huh (exactly)
Uh, huh, huh (exactly)
Mm, huh, huh, huh (okay)
He want my stash, uh-huh
He want my bag, uh-huh
Shawty got thrashed, uh-huh
She got ass (in the trunk)
He want my bag, can't let him have it
He want my bag, uh-huh
Broke niggas spazzin', uh-huh
The have and the haven'ts, uh-huh, huh
5AM Top Hill, okay
New Richard Mille on my wrist, okay
Top floor maid, that mean she paid
Five hundred bill for my meal, okay
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
Five hundred K on my wrist, okay
5AM Top Hill, okay
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Mm, huh, huh, huh (exactly)
Uh, huh, huh (exactly)
Mm, huh, huh, huh (okay, okay, okay)
You top? Uh-huh, give me a top, uh-huh
Give me a top, uh-huh
5AM, Top Hill, okay
New Richard Mille on my wrist, okay
Top floor maid, that mean she paid
Five hundred bill for my meal, okay
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
Five hundred K on my wrist, okay
5AM Top Hill, okay
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Mm, huh, huh, huh
Uh, huh, huh
Mm, huh, huh, huh (okay)
Niggas, let's face it, niggas too basic
Niggas complacent, face it
Niggas front page then shapeshift
Niggas turn page, they changin', I'm gaugin'
Niggas switch lanes, no face, no case
Niggas switch states, new name, new face
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Mm, huh, huh, huh (exactly)
Uh, huh, huh (exactly)
Mm, huh, huh, huh (okay)
He want my stash, uh-huh
He want my bag, uh-huh
Shawty got thrashed, uh-huh
She got ass (in the trunk)
He want my bag, can't let him have it
He want my bag, uh-huh
Broke niggas spazzin', uh-huh
The have and the haven'ts, uh-huh, huh
5AM Top Hill, okay
New Richard Mille on my wrist, okay
Top floor maid, that mean she paid
Five hundred bill for my meal, okay
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
Five hundred K on my wrist, okay
5AM Top Hill, okay
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Mm, huh, huh, huh (exactly)
Uh, huh, huh (exactly)
Mm, huh, huh, huh (okay, okay, okay)
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Devin Malik
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
SLIDE
Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, ha-ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha-ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
You the superstar, I'm the stage
Slide when you want, it's a wave
Call when you want, that's the way it go
Got me, bouta put you on the payroll
You the superstar, I'm the stage
Slide when you want, it's a wave
Call when you want, that's the way it go
Got me, bouta put you on the payroll
You gon' be type to hit it low-low-low-low
Drop it down to the floor now
Try to hit it right but hit it slow-low-low-low
Talkin' fast, bring it lower
He gon' bring the top down, bring the top down
When I hit him, it's a knockout, it's a knockout
Bring it lower, you hit it, I hit it slower
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
I slip, you slide, I whip, you drive
You lie, I trip, we fight
I seal, you sell, I buy, drip, life
Taking me out for a ride
Lime and Patrón, yeah, yeah
You got me gone, yeah, yeah
Face so pretty, need a facelift
Slide 'round on me on the late shift
Ass so big you could bake it
Got a nigga so deep, hope he make it
He gon' bring the top down, bring the top down
When I hit him, it's a knockout, it's a knockout
Bring it lower, you hit it, I hit it slower
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, groupie
Yeah, yeah, toolie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, groupie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, D-O, D-O, D-O
And I do the most when I hop on the dick
Talk that shit when I drop in a split
And he don't need lotion when I fall in the mix
Get that motion and fall in the bliss
And he sip that potion all in the whip
Got that wet, keep 'em all on my hip
And I'm doing the most for ya, yeah
Doing the most for ya, most for ya
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha-ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
You the superstar, I'm the stage
Slide when you want, it's a wave
Call when you want, that's the way it go
Got me, bouta put you on the payroll
You the superstar, I'm the stage
Slide when you want, it's a wave
Call when you want, that's the way it go
Got me, bouta put you on the payroll
You gon' be type to hit it low-low-low-low
Drop it down to the floor now
Try to hit it right but hit it slow-low-low-low
Talkin' fast, bring it lower
He gon' bring the top down, bring the top down
When I hit him, it's a knockout, it's a knockout
Bring it lower, you hit it, I hit it slower
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
I slip, you slide, I whip, you drive
You lie, I trip, we fight
I seal, you sell, I buy, drip, life
Taking me out for a ride
Lime and Patrón, yeah, yeah
You got me gone, yeah, yeah
Face so pretty, need a facelift
Slide 'round on me on the late shift
Ass so big you could bake it
Got a nigga so deep, hope he make it
He gon' bring the top down, bring the top down
When I hit him, it's a knockout, it's a knockout
Bring it lower, you hit it, I hit it slower
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, groupie
Yeah, yeah, toolie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, groupie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, D-O, D-O, D-O
And I do the most when I hop on the dick
Talk that shit when I drop in a split
And he don't need lotion when I fall in the mix
Get that motion and fall in the bliss
And he sip that potion all in the whip
Got that wet, keep 'em all on my hip
And I'm doing the most for ya, yeah
Doing the most for ya, most for ya
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Kalon Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
FIREFLIES
Sick of niggas calling me childish
All I gotta show is my mileage
Niggas ain't cut right, tracing
I been up so late, you been up so late
Thinking 'bout you, no Frank shit
Thinking 'bout you and your fragrance
Tricking on hoes, like Sally on toes
I'm throwing these shots, no picking me up
Throwing these shots, no Smith 'n', yeah
Curling me up like mittens, yeah
Throwing shit back, no photo
All of that shit worth mentioning
Clenching these walls 'til you're calling my name
I'm writing these songs 'til you're hearing my pain
Last Balmain got the last bitch up
So it's one last try in the back of your truck
You gon' want sneak up a Linksters
You gon' want sit, smoke, stare at the blinker
You going way too far with the finger
I'ma fall back, tss-tss, like a sprinkler
Don't call back 'til I bling-bling-bling
And we gon' f*ck 'round, do the same damn thing
We going off the stove like bossa nova
Hotter than Hell's Kitchen, let's
Let's get to f*cking, kissing
Let's get to munching, holding, gripping
'Stead of that, "Niggas ain't worth the mention"
Let's get to biting, soaking, sippin'
My body do things for you that I've never seen her do
I open my spleen for you
And I can do shit that you wouldn't believe
I'ma surrender my body to please you
Open up, get the f*ck, this a love drug
We go up, up above these assumptions
Push it out, get it out, mister monster, in, out, in, out
Ooh, you could never say I never f*cked with you
And you could never say I never made love to you
You could never say I never tried, in, out, in, out, in, out
(I make love to you)
(And I make love to you)
Baby, drive me crazy
Love my baby
Sun so shady
Like my baby, yeah
Baby, drive me crazy
Don't let me down, fireflies
Keep the night 'til it's over
Underground, overtime
Keep the light 'til there's closure
Tried to take my time with you, you're always on my mind
Always from the side of view, that shadow's what I lack
Please keep me from discrepancies that hold me from my light
I tried to take my time with you but I-
Don't let me down, fireflies
Keep the night 'til it's over
Underground, overtime
Keep the light 'til there's closure
All I gotta show is my mileage
Niggas ain't cut right, tracing
I been up so late, you been up so late
Thinking 'bout you, no Frank shit
Thinking 'bout you and your fragrance
Tricking on hoes, like Sally on toes
I'm throwing these shots, no picking me up
Throwing these shots, no Smith 'n', yeah
Curling me up like mittens, yeah
Throwing shit back, no photo
All of that shit worth mentioning
Clenching these walls 'til you're calling my name
I'm writing these songs 'til you're hearing my pain
Last Balmain got the last bitch up
So it's one last try in the back of your truck
You gon' want sneak up a Linksters
You gon' want sit, smoke, stare at the blinker
You going way too far with the finger
I'ma fall back, tss-tss, like a sprinkler
Don't call back 'til I bling-bling-bling
And we gon' f*ck 'round, do the same damn thing
We going off the stove like bossa nova
Hotter than Hell's Kitchen, let's
Let's get to f*cking, kissing
Let's get to munching, holding, gripping
'Stead of that, "Niggas ain't worth the mention"
Let's get to biting, soaking, sippin'
My body do things for you that I've never seen her do
I open my spleen for you
And I can do shit that you wouldn't believe
I'ma surrender my body to please you
Open up, get the f*ck, this a love drug
We go up, up above these assumptions
Push it out, get it out, mister monster, in, out, in, out
Ooh, you could never say I never f*cked with you
And you could never say I never made love to you
You could never say I never tried, in, out, in, out, in, out
(I make love to you)
(And I make love to you)
Baby, drive me crazy
Love my baby
Sun so shady
Like my baby, yeah
Baby, drive me crazy
Don't let me down, fireflies
Keep the night 'til it's over
Underground, overtime
Keep the light 'til there's closure
Tried to take my time with you, you're always on my mind
Always from the side of view, that shadow's what I lack
Please keep me from discrepancies that hold me from my light
I tried to take my time with you but I-
Don't let me down, fireflies
Keep the night 'til it's over
Underground, overtime
Keep the light 'til there's closure
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Taylor Sader, Ahmanti Booker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
BEVERLY HILLS
(It's done, it's dead)
(I'm not hitting him up anymore)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost-
Seg off
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
(Straight up, yeah)
Thinking 'bout another life without you
(Fed up, yeah)
You never really were my type
(Straight up, yeah)
Let me talk my shit tonight
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (yeah)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (okay)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (yeah)
Had that grip and you lost it (you lost)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (I talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (now walk in)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (but let me talk my shit tonight)
To be so argumentative
I'd rather cut you off somewhere in Beverly Hills (you know)
Recognize who you is
You missing out on, "We could compromise where we live"
And I won't
Try to brag in your will
But every time you speak I'm just interpreting feels
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh
You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh
At the shit-ass jokes that you're talkin'
You should be glad I ain't breakin' the glass
That you broke last year for my birthday
I do big things, I got big plans (mm)
I got big dreams, need a real man (mm)
You down real bad if you think I'ma not talk
Talk how I walk that walk, too broke
To be so argumentative
I'd rather cut you off somewhere in Beverly Hills (you know)
Recognize who you is
You missing out on, "We could compromise where we live" (live)
And I won't
Try to brag in your will
But every time you speak I'm just interpreting feels (feels)
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh
Sick of (yeah)
Tossin' over crumbs in my silk sheets (straight up)
You think about another girl, not me (straight up)
I never really was your type (was I?) Yeah
But, baby, talk your shit tonight
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (talk, talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (walk, walk)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (lock in)
Had that grip and you lost it (to world)
And every sigh is a sign of the times
Fine time to get high
Get away from a bad vibe
A fine line
'Tween a ho and a dime
I'd die if I tried
Being caught on your sidelines
You drive by
On the car that I bought
You get by
On the way that I walk (walk)
You're down bad
If you think I'ma not talk
Talk how I walk
Gotta walk that walk slow
You don't (you don't)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (and I won't, and I won't)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (it's hard)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (lock in)
Had that grip and you lost, lost, lost
(I'm not hitting him up anymore)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost-
Seg off
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
(Straight up, yeah)
Thinking 'bout another life without you
(Fed up, yeah)
You never really were my type
(Straight up, yeah)
Let me talk my shit tonight
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (yeah)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (okay)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (yeah)
Had that grip and you lost it (you lost)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (I talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (now walk in)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (but let me talk my shit tonight)
To be so argumentative
I'd rather cut you off somewhere in Beverly Hills (you know)
Recognize who you is
You missing out on, "We could compromise where we live"
And I won't
Try to brag in your will
But every time you speak I'm just interpreting feels
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh
You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh
At the shit-ass jokes that you're talkin'
You should be glad I ain't breakin' the glass
That you broke last year for my birthday
I do big things, I got big plans (mm)
I got big dreams, need a real man (mm)
You down real bad if you think I'ma not talk
Talk how I walk that walk, too broke
To be so argumentative
I'd rather cut you off somewhere in Beverly Hills (you know)
Recognize who you is
You missing out on, "We could compromise where we live" (live)
And I won't
Try to brag in your will
But every time you speak I'm just interpreting feels (feels)
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh
Sick of (yeah)
Tossin' over crumbs in my silk sheets (straight up)
You think about another girl, not me (straight up)
I never really was your type (was I?) Yeah
But, baby, talk your shit tonight
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (talk, talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (walk, walk)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (lock in)
Had that grip and you lost it (to world)
And every sigh is a sign of the times
Fine time to get high
Get away from a bad vibe
A fine line
'Tween a ho and a dime
I'd die if I tried
Being caught on your sidelines
You drive by
On the car that I bought
You get by
On the way that I walk (walk)
You're down bad
If you think I'ma not talk
Talk how I walk
Gotta walk that walk slow
You don't (you don't)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (and I won't, and I won't)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (it's hard)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (lock in)
Had that grip and you lost, lost, lost
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Devin Malik
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
ALLIGATOR BITES NEVER HEAL
Better off, here alone
Better off, here alone
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh)
I hurt your feelings
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
Bare-feet in the parking lot
Dancing with the car light on
Gas tank running on and on
(Are you hurt? Are you hurt? Won't you dance for me?)
Farewell to the sunny days
Sashay through the cloudy days
Dancing through the summer haze
Won't you dance? (Are you hurt? Won't you dance for me?)
May I have- (won't you dance with me?)
May I have- (won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?) Ooh
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Would you dance for me?)
You gotta understand, the path that you going on, everybody can't go
And you can't take everybody where you're going
You remember I used to talk to about the story about Abraham and Lot
And how he wanted to take Lot with him?
Everybody can't go where you're going
Better off, here alone
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh)
I hurt your feelings
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
Bare-feet in the parking lot
Dancing with the car light on
Gas tank running on and on
(Are you hurt? Are you hurt? Won't you dance for me?)
Farewell to the sunny days
Sashay through the cloudy days
Dancing through the summer haze
Won't you dance? (Are you hurt? Won't you dance for me?)
May I have- (won't you dance with me?)
May I have- (won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?) Ooh
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Won't you dance with me?)
(Would you dance for me?)
You gotta understand, the path that you going on, everybody can't go
And you can't take everybody where you're going
You remember I used to talk to about the story about Abraham and Lot
And how he wanted to take Lot with him?
Everybody can't go where you're going
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Miles Franklin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
