Can I get this?
Now DJ Run I run amuck and run to hit this
"Hit it Run!" My name is Joe I need hoe
Can I get a witness (Hoe!)
And when I come you're lookin' dumb
You say who did this (Did this) did this (Did this)
Face you're lookin' dumb on, hum could you hum on
Beats are droppin' now and what and why and when and how
Drop it come on, come on, I got some on, my tip
Get me up and goin' for the vickie vickie vick
beefin' through your teeth and what you see is what you get
Suckers what you lack is what you lickie lickie lick
Now off into esophagus that be coughin' out a rhyme
Now some are dumb make fun of dem but Run and dem be kind
So come on, come on, got you swingin' on my bo
Suckers seek my facial but you see I lay you low
I flow (flow) you know (know) a pro (pro) and so (so)
Let me get a hoe on the down-low "God damn!"
Ah can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
My name is Darryl Mac and I'm fat y'all (fat y'all)
Back one more time [time] here to get mine [mine]
Fresh in the flesh with the hardcore rhymes (rhymes)
Me, DMC (Cee) the only MC (Cee)
Rock shock the house and I'm still cock-dee (Dee)
Brothers know my style (style) D Mac buckwild (wild)
You wonder where I've been? I've been gone for a while (while)
Back to attack [tack] the wick-wick-wack (wack)
Me Darryl Mac [Mac] suckers on my bozack
Down with Run [Run] so don't act stunned [stunned]
Run-DMC, shootin' like a shotgun (boom!)
In effect, 'cause I'm still rulin'
"I'm the King," and I'm still coolin'
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
C-can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
My name is Jay, the Jam Master, gettin' loose
Tupac had some, but now I got the "Juice"
I'm gettin' stupid, you wonder why I'm ill?
'Cause I've been around, and still got these skills
(one one one) Two mic check gettin' wreck
A real street nigga, so yo show respect
I make you want to jump jump around wicked
Run-DMC, and Jam Master kickin' it
With the flow that's slow 'cause I'm good to go
Still rock a show, gettin' dough, and Ey yo (Ey yo)
Straight from Hollis, Queens, yeah you heard me
"Jay!" Peace, arreviderci
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Still the King of Rock, hoe around the tick-tock
Rappers sweatin Joseph Simmons, ever since I dropped Rock Box
Multiplatinum, waxin' 'em while I'm maxin' 'em
"Who's House?" God's House, so chill while I'm taxin' 'em
Rappers poppin' mad smack, about the King of Rap
Ten million sold, seven digit contract
JMJ, gettin' busy on the crossfader
Beats hardcore, diesel like the Schwarzenegger
Respect the black crown
Sounds underground
Any stage they built
Run tore it down!
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
(God damn!)
DRAM - Big Baby DRAM Album Lyrics
DRAM - Big Baby DRAM Lyrics
Writer: ERICK S SERMON, PARRISH JOSEFF SMITH, DARRYL MATTHEWS MC DANIELS, JASON WILLIAM MIZELL, JOSEPH WARD SIMMONS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Misunderstood
[ Featuring Young Thug ]
Oh what a world
That we live in
Where all our words
Are just never given
I call your name
My voice filled a silence
My cry's inane
This ship without guidance
My mistake took you
A realization full through
It pushed me on all fours
My scream now locked the door
Oh I loved you
And now it's through
I miss all the things that we had used to share together
And I need you
Didn't see the clue
Now my mess has made your mind up, and you're gone forever
You said we'd last,
Once a promise, now in the past
You called me cold
But in my heart I, felt like gold
When you were near
A soothing sense, removed my fear
I hid my soul
Oh how I've messed up, left crumbled
My feelings unknown
But my words filled of spite were shown
My hatred grew on
Messed it up now, you've withdrawn
Oh I loved you
And now it's through
I miss all the things that we had used to share together
And I need you
Didn't see the clue
Now my mess has made your mind up, and you're gone forever
Ohh oh
I need you
Baby come back
I was so wrong
I'm so sorry
Oh I loved you
And now it's through
I miss all the things that we had used to share together
And I need you
Didn't see the clue
Now my mess has made your mind up, and you're gone forever
Writer: William Davie
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
In A Minute / In House
Sometimes on this journey
I get lost in my mistakes
What looks to me like weakness
Is a canvas for Your strength
My story isn't over
c story's just begun
cnd failure won't define me
'Cause that's what my Father does
My fear doesn't stand a chance
When I stand in Your love
My fear doesn't stand a chance
When I stand in Your love
My fear doesn't stand a chance
When I stand in Your love
When darkness tries to roll over my bones
When sorrow comes to steal the joy I own
When brokenness and pain is all I know
Oh, I won't be shaken, no, I won't be shaken
Ooh, lay your burdens down
Ooh, here in the Father's house
Check your shame at the door
'Cause it ain't welcome anymore
Ooh, you're in the Father's house
There's power that can break off every chain
There's power that can empty out a grave
There's resurrection power that can save
There's power in Your name, power in Your name
Prodigals come home
The helpless find hope
Love is on the move
When the Father's in the room
'Cause my fear doesn't stand a chance
When I stand in Your love
Check your shame at the door
'Cause it ain't welcome anymore
My fear doesn't stand a chance
In the Father's house
I get lost in my mistakes
What looks to me like weakness
Is a canvas for Your strength
My story isn't over
c story's just begun
cnd failure won't define me
'Cause that's what my Father does
My fear doesn't stand a chance
When I stand in Your love
My fear doesn't stand a chance
When I stand in Your love
My fear doesn't stand a chance
When I stand in Your love
When darkness tries to roll over my bones
When sorrow comes to steal the joy I own
When brokenness and pain is all I know
Oh, I won't be shaken, no, I won't be shaken
Ooh, lay your burdens down
Ooh, here in the Father's house
Check your shame at the door
'Cause it ain't welcome anymore
Ooh, you're in the Father's house
There's power that can break off every chain
There's power that can empty out a grave
There's resurrection power that can save
There's power in Your name, power in Your name
Prodigals come home
The helpless find hope
Love is on the move
When the Father's in the room
'Cause my fear doesn't stand a chance
When I stand in Your love
Check your shame at the door
'Cause it ain't welcome anymore
My fear doesn't stand a chance
In the Father's house
Writer: BENJAMIN HASTINGS, CORY HUNTER ASBURY, ETHAN GREGORY HULSE, JOSH BALDWI, MARK HARRIS, RITA E SPRINGER
Copyright: Lyrics © CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, ESSENTIAL MUSIC PUBLISHING, Capitol CMG Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, ESSENTIAL MUSIC PUBLISHING, Capitol CMG Publishing
Monticello Ave
Uh, I do remember, girl, I do remember
How you said I was your temper, made me feel like a contender
You acknowledge other niggas who you knew was out to get you (That ain't right)
F*ckin' with the camera man andstill ain't get the picture (Snapshot)
I can toss a thousand words to you quick band
But I'ma say nothin' 'cause I need you as my kickstand
Tired of all these hoes that be claimin' that they big fans
Soon as I'm in town they blow my line about a wristband
All access and bad sex but head fire
Just to do the same to the headliner
Even at my own shows they conspire (They do)
Make me miss my old thing, it's still quiet
But we can up the volume for the evening
And I only mean evening, by sunrise you're leavin'
You still ain't my girl, we damn sure ain't friends
So we can cut that whole how you been and where you been?
'Cause that's the end
Girl you know where the f*ck I'm at
Bute Street, off of Monticello Ave
And girl you know where the f*ck I've been
On the road, tryna enlarge my dividends
I toss and turn, Backwoods got burned
Many nights, contemplating about you
And all the compalinin' I do
'Bout these hoes and how I know they ain't true
I'm still mad at you for the shit you did
But not that mad, so just come to where I'm is
I've text you once but did not send
Erase what's typed, type back again
Indecisive about the very next move
Fool me once, I don't want number two
And I'm still mad at you for not handling biz
But you can still get the biz
So just come to where I'm is
Please 'cause I really just can't take thsi shit no more
Oh, it seems that I got win from losin'
All these triflin' hoes hate, I don't know which to be choosin'
Sometimes I turn to you
In the lowest times, when I'm sad and blue
'Cause you know that we got history
So just come to where I'm finna be
Girl you know where the f*ck I'm at
Bute Street, off of Monticello Ave
And girl you know where the f*ck I've been
I'm tryna enlarge my dividends
Girl you know where the f*ck I'm at
Off of Monticello Ave
And girl you know where the f*ck I've been
On the road, I'm tryna enlarge my dividends
Soon as, you get on the avenue
Move that pretty little ass
To my room in the back
No words, lay back, relax
Quiet, don't you apologize
Quiet, hush up with all them lies
You in? One night of rough sex
But after I still won't answer your text
Soon as, you get on the avenue
Move that pretty little ass
To my room in the back
No words, lay back, relax
Quiet, don't you dare apologize
Quiet, hush up with all them lies
You in? One night of rough sex
But after I still won't answer your text
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm on Monticello
How you said I was your temper, made me feel like a contender
You acknowledge other niggas who you knew was out to get you (That ain't right)
F*ckin' with the camera man andstill ain't get the picture (Snapshot)
I can toss a thousand words to you quick band
But I'ma say nothin' 'cause I need you as my kickstand
Tired of all these hoes that be claimin' that they big fans
Soon as I'm in town they blow my line about a wristband
All access and bad sex but head fire
Just to do the same to the headliner
Even at my own shows they conspire (They do)
Make me miss my old thing, it's still quiet
But we can up the volume for the evening
And I only mean evening, by sunrise you're leavin'
You still ain't my girl, we damn sure ain't friends
So we can cut that whole how you been and where you been?
'Cause that's the end
Girl you know where the f*ck I'm at
Bute Street, off of Monticello Ave
And girl you know where the f*ck I've been
On the road, tryna enlarge my dividends
I toss and turn, Backwoods got burned
Many nights, contemplating about you
And all the compalinin' I do
'Bout these hoes and how I know they ain't true
I'm still mad at you for the shit you did
But not that mad, so just come to where I'm is
I've text you once but did not send
Erase what's typed, type back again
Indecisive about the very next move
Fool me once, I don't want number two
And I'm still mad at you for not handling biz
But you can still get the biz
So just come to where I'm is
Please 'cause I really just can't take thsi shit no more
Oh, it seems that I got win from losin'
All these triflin' hoes hate, I don't know which to be choosin'
Sometimes I turn to you
In the lowest times, when I'm sad and blue
'Cause you know that we got history
So just come to where I'm finna be
Girl you know where the f*ck I'm at
Bute Street, off of Monticello Ave
And girl you know where the f*ck I've been
I'm tryna enlarge my dividends
Girl you know where the f*ck I'm at
Off of Monticello Ave
And girl you know where the f*ck I've been
On the road, I'm tryna enlarge my dividends
Soon as, you get on the avenue
Move that pretty little ass
To my room in the back
No words, lay back, relax
Quiet, don't you apologize
Quiet, hush up with all them lies
You in? One night of rough sex
But after I still won't answer your text
Soon as, you get on the avenue
Move that pretty little ass
To my room in the back
No words, lay back, relax
Quiet, don't you dare apologize
Quiet, hush up with all them lies
You in? One night of rough sex
But after I still won't answer your text
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm on Monticello
Writer: KARL RUBIN BRUTUS, ROGET CHAHAYED, SHAMA JOSEPH, SHELLEY MASSENBURG-SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management, CYPMP
WiFi
[ Featuring Erykah Badu ]
Bitches always want the wifi
No Go home
What the hell you thought this was
What you want some more of my time
No go home
Ain't got time for silly games
Oh you must think that you a wise guy
You gone learn
They think they slicker then some oil
So on the phone you told a Lie Lie
You gone learned
That Uber pulling up in 5, be outside
WiFi diss
WiFi dat
I'm tryna Netflix n stick
Don't need no WiFi for dat
Stop playin baby girl you came to the crib
Now my meat is on swole, look what you did
You better get to, breath through it
Don't be gagging, you could do it
Cuz you the truest
Dicksucker
Quick nutter
Tryna hit it like the stifs mother
Human gusher
Spray ya lips until it smothers
be knowing she a hoe,tryna dodge da fam
And when I need the good neck, now you wanna change
Like you ashamed
Giving good pinky and some brain
Better Warner brother
Soon as I get rock
I need that sloppy Jill Scott
Don't be a chicken get this cock
Like a semi automatic, pull da trigga watch me pop
When she suck I do the wop until she stop
Unlock the WiFi, shit was never locked
Bitches always want the wifi
No Go home
What the hell you thought this was
What you want some more of my time
No go home
Ain't got time for silly games
Oh you must think that you a wise guy
You gone learn
They think they slicker then some oil
So on the phone you told a Lie Lie
You gone learned
That Uber pulling up in 5, be outside
See you came to the crib,
While searching for a connection
Told you we cud get up,
Now you questioning my erection
I'm hard, fuc thought this was
Dunkin' Donuts mickeys d
Playin childish games
With no internet, fuc your kiddin me
Get open like a new tab
My presence, with this gift of gab
Searching for ya handles, f*ck site handles
Now I'm in my bag
You ain't in your right mind
You browsing round for dot coms-
Got them DSL
So the mode-im in fucc a landline
Fuc you need ya fone for?!
Lemme press that red button
Since you been all in my site
Initially, seen head coming
Guess we onna different page
Fuc it ima scroll up
Try na get ya bottoms down
Then get the top , like scrolling up
Try na empty out this clip
Then minutes later, load up
Feeling so refreshed
F5, u gotta jet
Since a nigga shot his shot
It's been only in the net
Glad we cud network
But after this I'm gone forget
Bitches always want the wifi
No Go home
What the hell you thought this was
What you want some more of my time
No go home
Ain't got time for silly games
Oh you must think that you a wise guy
You gone learn
They think they slicker then some oil
So on the phone you told a Lie Lie
You gone learned
That Uber pulling up in 5, be outside
Writer: Jerome Monroe, Travon Mckenzie
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Cash Machine
I ain't talkin' to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody's talkin' like a nigga actin' funny now
That don't matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
Don't you know that I got that bag
And best believe my mama straight
I sent some bands to Tatiana
And if I brought you out I'll pay your way
I copped a second set of goldens, these ones way more colder
I'm in the sky like all the time and now it's no layover
My records all across the wave and there was no payola
This money new, these hundreds blue, I'm talkin' no Crayola
My credit card is a plastic bankroll
Still keep that knot cause I get guap from paid shows
Got a palace in the cut layin' low
Talkin' to that-
It does whatever I say so
I ain't talkin' to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody's talkin' like a nigga actin' funny now
That don't matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
I used to get the coldest shoulders
But now I get the hottest ass
How I feel bout you is lukewarm
It burns you up cause I got all this cash
I'm askin', "Where you work at
What kind of car you drive"
Beat down Accord, cashier up at Five Guys
I get thousands for the walk through inside
Night clubs, strip clubs, big bucks, yes sir that's right
You done got left if you don't got my new number
A rich man told me it's a part of the come up
Remember when they used to want me to shut up
Now it's ironic cause I only conversate with those hundreds
I ain't talkin' to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody's talkin' like a nigga actin' funny now
They don't matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody's talkin' like a nigga actin' funny now
That don't matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
Don't you know that I got that bag
And best believe my mama straight
I sent some bands to Tatiana
And if I brought you out I'll pay your way
I copped a second set of goldens, these ones way more colder
I'm in the sky like all the time and now it's no layover
My records all across the wave and there was no payola
This money new, these hundreds blue, I'm talkin' no Crayola
My credit card is a plastic bankroll
Still keep that knot cause I get guap from paid shows
Got a palace in the cut layin' low
Talkin' to that-
It does whatever I say so
I ain't talkin' to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody's talkin' like a nigga actin' funny now
That don't matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
I used to get the coldest shoulders
But now I get the hottest ass
How I feel bout you is lukewarm
It burns you up cause I got all this cash
I'm askin', "Where you work at
What kind of car you drive"
Beat down Accord, cashier up at Five Guys
I get thousands for the walk through inside
Night clubs, strip clubs, big bucks, yes sir that's right
You done got left if you don't got my new number
A rich man told me it's a part of the come up
Remember when they used to want me to shut up
Now it's ironic cause I only conversate with those hundreds
I ain't talkin' to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody's talkin' like a nigga actin' funny now
They don't matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
Writer: ERIC FREDERIC, RAY CHARLES, SHELLEY MASSENBURG-SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, CYPMP
Broccoli
[ Featuring Lil Yachty ]
[Intro - D.R.A.M.:]
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that f*ck shit
[Verse 1 - Lil Yachty:]
Hey lil mama would you like to be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang we gon turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3
30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home
All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
Weight up on the scale, boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays
50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if I ain't bout guap I'm gone
Niggas hating cause I'm chosen from the concrete I rose
Shawty staring at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes
I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
[Chorus - D.R.A.M.:]
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily
[Bridge - D.R.A.M.:]
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that f*ck shit
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that f*ck shit
[Verse 2 - D.R.A.M.:]
I got companies and Pesos
I got people on my payroll
She don't do it less I say so
I don't smoke if it ain't fuego
I just sauce em up like Prego
Fettuchini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself ok you're special
But I treat you like my equal never lesser
I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record
Had the world stepping
That's what I call epic
Couple summers later I got paper
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a square plate
At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearing
They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mommy
[Chorus]
Writer: Shelley Massenburg-Smith, Miles McCollum, Julian Gramma, Rogét Chahayed Producer: J Gramm Rogét Chahayed
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, CYPMP
Cute
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Know that shit just happened
But by her reaction
You would think I been the man
You make it look easy
Even though it's cliche I saw you on your Instagram and
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
Baby we can go out to the movies
I know that's something you want to see
Wondering about me, you know I'm a foodie
So you know I'll take you for a bite to eat because
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
Girl we need to go out on a date
We can really do a little something
If it's cool I'll pick you up at 8
We can really do a little something
We can really do a little something baby
Looking at this pretty face, it drives me crazy
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I just had to park my car cause I was finna crash the whip
Scrolling through my feed I saw you just had post a pic
I choose you like a Pokémon
I choose you, you're selection one
I got money, you got money too
So let's go half on rent
When I buy you a new purse it's because you bought my kicks
I move fast like a brand new car
I move fast like a shooting star
If I say we married then God damn we getting married
If you need it and I got it you can have it bitch I'm sharing
If you crying I'm a ask you why you crying bitch I'm caring
If you need me to look out for you I'm posted and I'm staring
Thou should never have another boyfriend I get jealous
Yeah I'm almost red a little bit, I get crazy as a felon
I choose you now you have to deal
But you're so cute you can make me chill
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
Girl we need to go out on a date
We can really do a little something
If it's cool I'll pick you up at 8
We can really do a little something
We can really do a little something baby
Looking at this pretty face, it drives me crazy
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Know that shit just happened
But by her reaction
You would think I been the man
You make it look easy
Even though it's cliche I saw you on your Instagram and
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
Baby we can go out to the movies
I know that's something you want to see
Wondering about me, you know I'm a foodie
So you know I'll take you for a bite to eat because
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
Girl we need to go out on a date
We can really do a little something
If it's cool I'll pick you up at 8
We can really do a little something
We can really do a little something baby
Looking at this pretty face, it drives me crazy
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I just had to park my car cause I was finna crash the whip
Scrolling through my feed I saw you just had post a pic
I choose you like a Pokémon
I choose you, you're selection one
I got money, you got money too
So let's go half on rent
When I buy you a new purse it's because you bought my kicks
I move fast like a brand new car
I move fast like a shooting star
If I say we married then God damn we getting married
If you need it and I got it you can have it bitch I'm sharing
If you crying I'm a ask you why you crying bitch I'm caring
If you need me to look out for you I'm posted and I'm staring
Thou should never have another boyfriend I get jealous
Yeah I'm almost red a little bit, I get crazy as a felon
I choose you now you have to deal
But you're so cute you can make me chill
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
I think you're cute, I think you're cute
Oh yes I do, I think you're cute
Girl we need to go out on a date
We can really do a little something
If it's cool I'll pick you up at 8
We can really do a little something
We can really do a little something baby
Looking at this pretty face, it drives me crazy
Writer: Ernest Brown III, Shelley Massenburg-Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CYPMP
Outta Sight / Dark Lavender Interlude
If I don't call you that means I ain't tryna be on your shit
Even though I'm on your shit
If I ignore you
Don't take it as me being rude
Its just that I have things to do
I know where these females like to be at night
I know, so I know where they be at night, go for it
If I don't text back, shit
That just means I have something to say
And I ain't want you reading that anyway
Girl you need to relax
You know I f*ck with you the long way
So you don't have to call everyday
Just call me a little
Just call me a little bit
Check up on me girl
Just call me a little
Just call me a little bit
Ever since I met ya
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, but I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
If you don't call me, shit
I'mma turn to Petty DRAM
'Cause I'mma think that you moved on
But if you stalk me
It's all good but that's a fact
I'm never gon' call you back
Just call me a little
Just call me a little bit
Check up on me girl
Just call me a little
Just call me a little bit
Ever since I met ya
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, but I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
This for everybody
It's got a little bit of sauce in it though
You know?
Oh sexy, so sexy
What makes you mad might make me happy
When I'm with her, sad
Oh it's the truth
I've been playing around skipping with,
Real life, cyber life, and with this life
Oh-ohh
It's not quite blue
But it has a similar hue
Deep lavender
Even though I'm on your shit
If I ignore you
Don't take it as me being rude
Its just that I have things to do
I know where these females like to be at night
I know, so I know where they be at night, go for it
If I don't text back, shit
That just means I have something to say
And I ain't want you reading that anyway
Girl you need to relax
You know I f*ck with you the long way
So you don't have to call everyday
Just call me a little
Just call me a little bit
Check up on me girl
Just call me a little
Just call me a little bit
Ever since I met ya
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, but I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
If you don't call me, shit
I'mma turn to Petty DRAM
'Cause I'mma think that you moved on
But if you stalk me
It's all good but that's a fact
I'm never gon' call you back
Just call me a little
Just call me a little bit
Check up on me girl
Just call me a little
Just call me a little bit
Ever since I met ya
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, but I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind
I do know that
Out of sight, out of mind, I'm still on your mind
This for everybody
It's got a little bit of sauce in it though
You know?
Oh sexy, so sexy
What makes you mad might make me happy
When I'm with her, sad
Oh it's the truth
I've been playing around skipping with,
Real life, cyber life, and with this life
Oh-ohh
It's not quite blue
But it has a similar hue
Deep lavender
Writer: CHRIS MCCLENNEY, SHELLEY MASSENBURG-SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © CYPMP
Change My
Let this be your new favorite song
I won't hold you here for long
I will say what you need me to
Be what you need me to be
I will
Entertain this creeping crush
Intercept your every blush
I will
Take you and twist and tie up your heart
Sip from your veins, I will rip you apart!
Because I...
I will change my name today
To a word you can't pronounce
So I'll never escape from your mouth
I'll never escape from your mouth, no! no!
And your lips will trip over me endlessly
This is not your new favorite song
And I've held you here too long
But I've said what you've needed
I've been what you need me to be
I will
Entertain this creeping crush
Intercept your every blush
I will
Take you! Twist you! Tie up your heart!
Sip from your veins! I will rip you apart!
Because I...
I will change my name today
To a word you can't pronounce
So I'll never escape from your mouth
I'll never escape from your mouth, no! no!
And your lips will trip over me endlessly
And if I ever have kids
And they happen to be twins
I would name the girl Jen
I would name the boy Eric
So that way together they will be:
GENERIC! GENERIC!
I will change my name today
To a word you can't pronounce
And I'll never escape from your mouth
I'll never escape from your mouth, no! no!
And your lips will trip over me endlessly
I will change my name today
To a word you can't pronounce
And I'll never escape from your mouth
I'll never escape from your mouth, no! no!
And your lips will trip over me endlessly
I won't hold you here for long
I will say what you need me to
Be what you need me to be
I will
Entertain this creeping crush
Intercept your every blush
I will
Take you and twist and tie up your heart
Sip from your veins, I will rip you apart!
Because I...
I will change my name today
To a word you can't pronounce
So I'll never escape from your mouth
I'll never escape from your mouth, no! no!
And your lips will trip over me endlessly
This is not your new favorite song
And I've held you here too long
But I've said what you've needed
I've been what you need me to be
I will
Entertain this creeping crush
Intercept your every blush
I will
Take you! Twist you! Tie up your heart!
Sip from your veins! I will rip you apart!
Because I...
I will change my name today
To a word you can't pronounce
So I'll never escape from your mouth
I'll never escape from your mouth, no! no!
And your lips will trip over me endlessly
And if I ever have kids
And they happen to be twins
I would name the girl Jen
I would name the boy Eric
So that way together they will be:
GENERIC! GENERIC!
I will change my name today
To a word you can't pronounce
And I'll never escape from your mouth
I'll never escape from your mouth, no! no!
And your lips will trip over me endlessly
I will change my name today
To a word you can't pronounce
And I'll never escape from your mouth
I'll never escape from your mouth, no! no!
And your lips will trip over me endlessly
Writer: Marty R.
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Password
Uh huh-ha, in the bag
Please stop assuming a snake can't grow legs
Ey, seen a snake slither in light, slip and he be lookin' at the moon like, it got eyes
And it'll strike while we sippin' on budharbour with the sprite, uh
Don't stop my shit, nigga, look at my eyes, see the fire in them
Oh the f*cking lies that you're telling
I don't stop
Thinking about the rhymes I told god when I was praying
Like last night
Think about the days that I saw in my life
When I'm glum I change it up
So I can see my life like woah, say goodbye to the darkness
Say hi to this f*ckin' blunt that I'm lighting
Damn, shit
Tryin' my life like I'm Christ sent, but Christ ain't
See my life like I see K-riced
Damn, shit, gotta think about it twice and save life like Imma live twice
Suspect, Primal, deep in this f*ckin' gangbang shit
Nah, nigga, I just say this f*ckin' whack shit
I see this f*ckin' pictures on the wall, goddamn
You know the Witchtown shit going' ham
You know how these niggas is thick on pam
Ey, shit, we goin' deep in this f*ckin' shit
The anxiety drifts away
Speak so much shit they need get a microphone up in my ass
The anxiety drift away
Goddamn, spazz
If it isn't on the paper, it'll have to be digital, the little green and wired up machine is
Turned on, done loading, and greeting me with that welcome screen
Evolve, snakes, evolve
With time, evolve,
Eventually, they walk the streets
And talk like me
I'm a lizard
You see a shlime like me
Uh, snakes, they evolve
Grow legs, grow tall
Look me in the eye, and the frequencies will change
Can I have the password please
Of this reality
I'm trying to change the matrix here
Trying to
And the clock falls with me into another witching hour
Are you struggling to sleep too
Yeah, I'm struggling to sleep too
I'm struggling to sleep too
So I'm recording the tunes
Guess we better take the nearest device to us and take it off charge
Then log into a coded escapism
Hopefully you will visit the world of Witchtown too
Don't forget everything stays locked without an invitation
That's the truth
Type it in
Please stop assuming a snake can't grow legs
Ey, seen a snake slither in light, slip and he be lookin' at the moon like, it got eyes
And it'll strike while we sippin' on budharbour with the sprite, uh
Don't stop my shit, nigga, look at my eyes, see the fire in them
Oh the f*cking lies that you're telling
I don't stop
Thinking about the rhymes I told god when I was praying
Like last night
Think about the days that I saw in my life
When I'm glum I change it up
So I can see my life like woah, say goodbye to the darkness
Say hi to this f*ckin' blunt that I'm lighting
Damn, shit
Tryin' my life like I'm Christ sent, but Christ ain't
See my life like I see K-riced
Damn, shit, gotta think about it twice and save life like Imma live twice
Suspect, Primal, deep in this f*ckin' gangbang shit
Nah, nigga, I just say this f*ckin' whack shit
I see this f*ckin' pictures on the wall, goddamn
You know the Witchtown shit going' ham
You know how these niggas is thick on pam
Ey, shit, we goin' deep in this f*ckin' shit
The anxiety drifts away
Speak so much shit they need get a microphone up in my ass
The anxiety drift away
Goddamn, spazz
If it isn't on the paper, it'll have to be digital, the little green and wired up machine is
Turned on, done loading, and greeting me with that welcome screen
Evolve, snakes, evolve
With time, evolve,
Eventually, they walk the streets
And talk like me
I'm a lizard
You see a shlime like me
Uh, snakes, they evolve
Grow legs, grow tall
Look me in the eye, and the frequencies will change
Can I have the password please
Of this reality
I'm trying to change the matrix here
Trying to
And the clock falls with me into another witching hour
Are you struggling to sleep too
Yeah, I'm struggling to sleep too
I'm struggling to sleep too
So I'm recording the tunes
Guess we better take the nearest device to us and take it off charge
Then log into a coded escapism
Hopefully you will visit the world of Witchtown too
Don't forget everything stays locked without an invitation
That's the truth
Type it in
Writer: Michael Carelse, Tafara Nyatsanza, Tristan Daniels
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
100%
A simple hey from you
Holds more rank than a love letter from any super star
Or if I ran across how I think
I think I might get dirt on my white jeans for ya
In this park with this shiny wedding ring for ya
Yeah, feelings that I had for you are too real for me to explain
You be finishing my sentences like you lodged up in my brain
I cried, I sweated for ya, and I bleed for ya
And your love is the only thing I need from ya
Hey
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
When we get together girl, that is when we most complete
100% not ninety-nine but you keep it 100
100%, that's because you give me your love, your loving
100, 100, 100
And I can recall every single mistake
Like whenever I make haste to entertain hoes in my face
But baby let me put your worried mind at ease for ya
You got way more to provide for me than these whores
I ain't had nothing but a dollar and a dream and you
So many things, got in the way when all my dreams came true
So many times I used to want to let you dream for me
But instead I'd rather crown you as a queen for me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
When we get together girl, that is when we most complete
100%, not ninety nine but you keep it 100
100%, that's because you give me your love, your loving
100, 100, 100
And I said ohhhh I wanna be your man
And I said ohhhh I wanna be your man
Ohhhh, I wanna be your man
I said, ohhhh hey-hey
100% not ninety nine but you keep it 100
100%, that's because you give me your love, your loving
100, 100, 100
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
When we get together girl, that is when we most complete
100% not ninety nine but you keep it 100
100%, that's because you give me your love, your loving
100, 100, 100
Holds more rank than a love letter from any super star
Or if I ran across how I think
I think I might get dirt on my white jeans for ya
In this park with this shiny wedding ring for ya
Yeah, feelings that I had for you are too real for me to explain
You be finishing my sentences like you lodged up in my brain
I cried, I sweated for ya, and I bleed for ya
And your love is the only thing I need from ya
Hey
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
When we get together girl, that is when we most complete
100% not ninety-nine but you keep it 100
100%, that's because you give me your love, your loving
100, 100, 100
And I can recall every single mistake
Like whenever I make haste to entertain hoes in my face
But baby let me put your worried mind at ease for ya
You got way more to provide for me than these whores
I ain't had nothing but a dollar and a dream and you
So many things, got in the way when all my dreams came true
So many times I used to want to let you dream for me
But instead I'd rather crown you as a queen for me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
When we get together girl, that is when we most complete
100%, not ninety nine but you keep it 100
100%, that's because you give me your love, your loving
100, 100, 100
And I said ohhhh I wanna be your man
And I said ohhhh I wanna be your man
Ohhhh, I wanna be your man
I said, ohhhh hey-hey
100% not ninety nine but you keep it 100
100%, that's because you give me your love, your loving
100, 100, 100
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
Half of me is all of you, half of you is all of me
When we get together girl, that is when we most complete
100% not ninety nine but you keep it 100
100%, that's because you give me your love, your loving
100, 100, 100
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Sweet Va Breeze
Feeling cooler than a April breeze
As we blow like the summer leaves
Girl I'm just hanging around
And I'll come back down
When you choose to come visit me now
The crazy thing about my tree-house
It's always me bugging me out
It's all of the beautiful sounds
That keeps my mouth quiet
'Cause me I'm being so
Loud
One glad morning
I'll be waiting
With my lighter, to blaze, blaze
'Til that evening
You come over
And let me take you away
Yeah
Hanging on for pops
Singing songs to the trees
So I'm up in the city
Smoke that sweet Virginia breeze
Girl it's looking so nice out
Take your baby, we can step out
And give all the city a stroll
And we can talk about the places where we want to go
'Cause baby I got big dreams
Of Hollywood and the movie screens
Millions of fans all for me
With cars passing by and me hearing them play my CD
One glad morning
You'll be waiting
With your lighter to blaze (To light up)
'Til that evening
I'll come over
And let you take me away
F*ck girl let's get so high that it casts on to the moon
When we get back to daylight we can just keep our mood
All I wish is you'll still be here when I get off tour
When I get back we'll get higher than ever before
Real love, feel love, taste love, smoke love
Real love, real love, feel love, feel love
Taste love, taste love, smoke love, smoke love
Real love, feel love, taste love, smoke love
Real love, real love, feel love, feel love
Taste love, taste love, smoke love, smoke love
As we blow like the summer leaves
Girl I'm just hanging around
And I'll come back down
When you choose to come visit me now
The crazy thing about my tree-house
It's always me bugging me out
It's all of the beautiful sounds
That keeps my mouth quiet
'Cause me I'm being so
Loud
One glad morning
I'll be waiting
With my lighter, to blaze, blaze
'Til that evening
You come over
And let me take you away
Yeah
Hanging on for pops
Singing songs to the trees
So I'm up in the city
Smoke that sweet Virginia breeze
Girl it's looking so nice out
Take your baby, we can step out
And give all the city a stroll
And we can talk about the places where we want to go
'Cause baby I got big dreams
Of Hollywood and the movie screens
Millions of fans all for me
With cars passing by and me hearing them play my CD
One glad morning
You'll be waiting
With your lighter to blaze (To light up)
'Til that evening
I'll come over
And let you take me away
F*ck girl let's get so high that it casts on to the moon
When we get back to daylight we can just keep our mood
All I wish is you'll still be here when I get off tour
When I get back we'll get higher than ever before
Real love, feel love, taste love, smoke love
Real love, real love, feel love, feel love
Taste love, taste love, smoke love, smoke love
Real love, feel love, taste love, smoke love
Real love, real love, feel love, feel love
Taste love, taste love, smoke love, smoke love
Writer: Shelley Massenburg-Smith, Roget Chahayed, Dan Stuckie
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Workaholic
Said, I'm a weekend alcoholic
Everyday Backwood-aholic
Every night pussy-aholic
I can't give it up
But I'm a morning alcoholic
Be that early bird-aholic
Change the f*cking world-aholic
I can't give it up
'Cause I'm a Wednesday, noon-aholic
Making bar moves-aholic
Dropping bombs on you-aholic
I can't give it up
I'mma make something-aholic
I'mma make money-aholic
Keep it 100-aholic
I can't give it up
'Cause 99 and a half won't be enough
You 50 50 niggas 'bout to have it tough
If its there's work that means workin' they gon' call me up
I'mma come up out the Uber and do my stuff
'Cause I'mma worka-worka holic
I'mma f*ckin' workaholic
Say I'mma worka-workaholic (I can't give it up)
Say I'mma worka-workaholic
I'mma f*ckin' workaholic
Said I'mma worka-workaholic (I can't give it up)
Go to work, hey hey, now go to work
Hey hey, now go to work, aye aye now go to work
Said I'm a weekend alcoholic
Everyday Backwood-aholic
Every night pussy-aholic
I can't, hey
But I'm a morning alcoholic
Be that early bird-aholic
Change the f*cking world-aholic
I can't, hey
'Cause 99 and a half is not a buck
I been keeping shit 100 I deserve to stunt
F*ck my rent is paid my credit go up every month
I work hard so I can purchase what the f*ck I want
Aye aye my hands got calluses, my back is hurt aye aye aye
This shit legit, there are no taxes though
They askin' when I'm on stage why I go berserk
'Cause everytime I step up there I treat it like
Go to work, hey hey, now go to work
Hey hey, now go to work, aye aye now go to work
Said I'mma worka-worka holic
I'mma f*ckin' workaholic
Say I'mma worka-workaholic (I can't give it up)
Say I'mma worka-workaholic
I'mma f*ckin' workaholic
Said I'mma worka-workaholic (I can't give it up)
Everyday Backwood-aholic
Every night pussy-aholic
I can't give it up
But I'm a morning alcoholic
Be that early bird-aholic
Change the f*cking world-aholic
I can't give it up
'Cause I'm a Wednesday, noon-aholic
Making bar moves-aholic
Dropping bombs on you-aholic
I can't give it up
I'mma make something-aholic
I'mma make money-aholic
Keep it 100-aholic
I can't give it up
'Cause 99 and a half won't be enough
You 50 50 niggas 'bout to have it tough
If its there's work that means workin' they gon' call me up
I'mma come up out the Uber and do my stuff
'Cause I'mma worka-worka holic
I'mma f*ckin' workaholic
Say I'mma worka-workaholic (I can't give it up)
Say I'mma worka-workaholic
I'mma f*ckin' workaholic
Said I'mma worka-workaholic (I can't give it up)
Go to work, hey hey, now go to work
Hey hey, now go to work, aye aye now go to work
Said I'm a weekend alcoholic
Everyday Backwood-aholic
Every night pussy-aholic
I can't, hey
But I'm a morning alcoholic
Be that early bird-aholic
Change the f*cking world-aholic
I can't, hey
'Cause 99 and a half is not a buck
I been keeping shit 100 I deserve to stunt
F*ck my rent is paid my credit go up every month
I work hard so I can purchase what the f*ck I want
Aye aye my hands got calluses, my back is hurt aye aye aye
This shit legit, there are no taxes though
They askin' when I'm on stage why I go berserk
'Cause everytime I step up there I treat it like
Go to work, hey hey, now go to work
Hey hey, now go to work, aye aye now go to work
Said I'mma worka-worka holic
I'mma f*ckin' workaholic
Say I'mma worka-workaholic (I can't give it up)
Say I'mma worka-workaholic
I'mma f*ckin' workaholic
Said I'mma worka-workaholic (I can't give it up)
Writer: NATHAN PEREZ, SHELLEY MARSHAUN MASSENBURG-SMITH, MICHAEL CHRISTOPHER HABDY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Big Baby DRAM is the debut studio album by American rapper DRAM. It was released on October 21, 2016, by Empire Distribution and Atlantic Records. The album features guest appearances from Young Thug, Erykah Badu, Lil Yachty, Playboi Carti, Trippie Redd, ASAP Rocky, and Juicy J, while the production was handled by Charlie Heat, Mike Dean, Ricky Reed, and Roofeeo, among others.
Big Baby DRAM received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number 19 on the US Billboard 200. The album was supported by four official singles: "Broccoli", "Cute", "Cash Machine", and "Gilligan".
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DRAMBig Baby DRAM received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number 19 on the US Billboard 200. The album was supported by four official singles: "Broccoli", "Cute", "Cash Machine", and "Gilligan".
Genre(s): Hip hop, R&B, neo soul
Producer(s): Cardo, Charlie Heat, Chris McClenney, Cubeatz, Dan Stuckie, DRAM, Donnie Trumpet, Happy Perez, Heaven in Stereo, J Gramm, Juicy J, Karl Rubin, Louis Bell, Mike Dean, Nate Fox, Nico Chiara, Oz, Pablo Dylan, Ricky Reed, Rogét Chahayed, Roofeeo, Sak Pase, Sam Trax, Slade da Monsta, Sonny Digital, Watson the Great, Yung Exclusive
Length: 52:22
Released: October 21st, 2016
Year: 2016