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Jacquees - King of R&B Album Lyrics



Jacquees - King of R&B Lyrics






King

What's good, y'all, what's good? (Mike Mixer is in the building)
I know I got a pimple on my, my chin
I'ma bust that, later (Trauma Tone)
But
I just wanna let everybody know that
I'm the king of R&B right now
For this generation (no cap, no cap)
I understand who done came and who done did that and that and that
But now it's my turn Jacquees the king of R&B
I just heard him say it
And I, I been feelin' like that
Atl, let's get it, I'm the new king of R&B
Yeah, I gotta dedicate this to all the kings before me
All the greats

Felt like Tip, ridin' on 24s
When my debut hit the stands (uh-huh, skrrt)
Used to be ridin' Mustang
But I know that Lambo' was in the plan
(I'ma get me a motherf*ckin' Lambo', nigga)
Nine years old, karaoke machine and the Michael Jackson hand
(Yeah, shout out my mama, for real)
Singing, "I want you back"
'Cause my girl knowin' one day I'll be the man (uh-huh, yeah, c'mon)
Grandma put me on my first flight
Now I'm in the UK with American bands (no cap, yeah, and I fly private)
If you a big dawg, book me in your city
I shut it down, you become the man (I done proved this shit already)
You can count on me, I knew one day I'd get it (yeah)
Shuttin' shit down, now I'm the king of the city (no cap)
Every day, a star is born (that's a fact)
And if we talkin' kings, there's more than one (on God)

You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (clap)
Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em (clap)
Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em, hey
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (clap)
Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em (clap)
Clap for 'em (clap)
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em
'Cause I'ma clap for 'em (yeah, yeah)
Clap, clap (uh), clap (king), clap (huh)

Kill a nigga for the time that he looked at you
I'll be there when you're throwing that, that too
Put your ass in the air, I'ma kiss that, boo
Your girl over there, I'ma hit that too
Get Kama Sutra freaky sex
Doggy style, missionary
Bless the day I met you
Can't go nowhere, ain't gon' let you, uh-uh
Top off
In convertible, that Birkin ain't no knockoff
Was just with Oprah and Denzel, I'm a player
Ain't no million, then we don't compare
Like Nas said, it ain't hard for you to tell, yeah
From the west side of Atlanta
Change the street name, it don't matter
I say Bankhead, I mean my hood
Where I grew up, f*ck that cracker
No, I don't go to Stone Mountain 'cause that statue on the side
A reminder of that time when we survived genocide, damn

You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (clap)
Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em (clap)
Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em, hey
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (clap)
Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em (clap)
Clap for 'em (clap)
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em
'Cause I'ma clap for 'em
Clap, clap, clap, clap

King shit, let's get it
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Writer: Clifford Joseph Harris Jr., Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Round II

Nash, I'm ready, baby
(Talk that talk), round two
(Uh-huh), whole town ready, let's do it

I still got the sound (Cash Money, Fresh Young Boys), Rich Gang
Yeah, Big Quees, you dig what I'm sayin'?
Finna put FYB on
I don't put niggas on and put niggas out, you dig what I'm sayin'?
(You feel me, baby?) Yeah (Rich Gang)

Round one, it's easy (yeah)
Can we go for round two? Don't tease me (nah)
Tell me, are you ready for round three?
Oh, I love how you giving it up
And you f*cking with me (with me)

It's more than sex, girl I'm making plans
I know I'm not your man
But I can see me right next to you (right next to you)
I got money I'm tryna spend
I got cars I don't drive
I got a 'Benz I could give to you (give to you)

I'm calling you my love and romance
I'm calling you my love and romance
It's creeping in tonight (yeah, it's creep)
Why don't you spend the night? (Spend the night)
(I ain't gon' do nothin')
I know you got shit to do (yeah)
So do I (I'm a boss too)
I say we make time
The world belongs to you and I (it's our world)
I'm willin' to risk it for you (yeah you know it)
I might just come inside and leave you a surprise, yeah

Round one, it's easy (yeah)
Can we go for round two?
Don't tease me (nah)
Tell me, are you ready for round three?
Oh I love you giving it up
And you're f*cking with me (with me)

It's more than sex, girl I'm making plans
I know I'm not your man
But I can see me right next to you (right next to you)
I got money I'm tryna spend
I got cars I don't drive
I got a 'Benz I could give to you (give to you)

Let's come up with some name for kids (tell me what you think?)
Just think about how special it is (it is)
Put you in this house on the Hills (mansion)
No you ain't gotta worry 'bout bills
I feel like you passionate (passionate)
Bitches worry 'bout where you get your fashion at
(Where you get your fashion at)
Yeah to me you're special (special)
So just tell me, when you ready

Round one, it's easy (yeah)
Can we go for round two?
Don't tease me (nah)
Tell me, are you ready for round three?
Oh I love how you giving it up
And you're f*cking with me (with me)

It's more than sex, girl I'm making plans
I know I'm not your man
But I can see me right next to you (right next to you)
I got money I'm tryna spend
I got cars I don't drive
I got a 'Benz I could give to you (give to you)

It's more than sex, girl I'm making plans
I know I'm not your man
But I can see me right next to you (right next to you)
I got money I'm tryna spend
I got cars I don't drive (don't drive)
I got a 'Benz I could give to you (I could give it to you)

Rich Gang
Rich Gang
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Writer: Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing




EEeee

(Trench Work)
(Xl Eagle made it)
(Nard & B)

It's not fast, I'm your man (I'm your man)
It's not hard to see (what? Yeah)
Come across me one time (one time)
You gon' remember me
Forget all your plans (yeah)
You belong to me (uh-uh)
You belong to me (yeah, yeah, what, uh-uh)
You belong to me

Yeah
Do you know who I am?
Yeah, my zodiac is a ram, yeah
Yeah, I'm head first in it
I thank God for it
Like the church send it (yeah)
They got my name in they mouth like a f*ckin' dinner (yeah)
If you with me you for life
Like you caught a sentence (yeah)
Ayy, what I gotta do to tell you baby I'm the realest? (I'm the realest)
I'm not lyin' but I hope that you feel it (feel it)

It's not fast, I'm your man (I'm your man)
It's not hard to see (what? Yeah)
Come across me one time (one time)
You gon' remember me
Forget all your plans (yeah)
You belong to me (uh-uh)
You belong to me (yeah, yeah, what, uh-uh)
You belong to me

Yeah, I know I got my vices
Life is enticin' (yeah), can't sacrifice this (yeah)
Show me the blueprint to our love (yeah)
Where would I be? Where would you be without us?
Look me in my eyes and pay attention (yeah)
I'ma need that 20/20 vision
This is a head on collision
It didn't take long for this decision

It's not fast, I'm your man (I'm your man)
It's not hard to see (what? Yeah)
Come across me one time (one time)
You gon' remember me
Forget all your plans (yeah)
You belong to me (uh-uh)
You belong to me (yeah, yeah, what, uh-uh)
You belong to me
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Writer: Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, Tevin Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Come Get It

Girl, tonight it is your night, yeah
We gonna run every light, yeah

Booty and thigh
Sitting on the edge of my bed, posted
Wrapped up tight in an all-black terrycloth towel
On FaceTime showing your bad bitch what we doing tonight, yeah
(See what you're doing tonight)
She act like she pissed (oh)
Ain't that the one we was just in Japan with?
That brought through three of them things
In the silk robes, dancing with the incense
Said she gon' crunk up the party, she gon' act a fool tonight
(She's coming to get it tonight) I told her

Come get it
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it, (I'ma start off with two)
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it (I might end up with three)
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it (yeah, yeah, Issa)

Put the addy in the GPS (come get it)
Hard work, keep a hundred in the desk (gotta get it)
No blur, this a VVS (that's shine)
Got her jumpin' like a bunny out the dress
When I hit it, she gon' turn to the chef (chop it up)
Got her cookin' these thighs and breasts
Yes indeed, (got the) recipe (woo)
We can make a child like Destiny (hah)
Tell your old nigga he can rest in peace

Doorbell ring
Two standing at the door, standin' 'bout 5'9"
Immediately came in the foyer, then one put the other in the six-nine
Then my main bitch came runnin' from the back, taking all the shine, yeah
(She just so greedy, taking all the shine)
Two-fifths (two-fifths)
One drank a whole thing, she lit (she lit)
The other two standing in front of me
Spread out thicker than a steak at Ruth Chris (Ruth Chris)
Got up on the head with a tight grip (tight grip)
Told me she love how the pipe feel (pipe feel)
After that scene, I told all three of them
Get up on the bed and let me see you fight, yeah

Come get it
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it (I'ma start off with two)
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it (I might end up with three)
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it (and they gon' act a fool)
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it (trill)

Say she want trill, come get me
Call me big daddy when I'm in it
The pussy give me life and I'ma kill it
She know that I'm hot like a skillet
We just f*ck and travel, no pivot (no pivot)
I'm tied to the money, no ribbon (money)
She give me dumb head, no really (dumb)
But I don't judge, no sentence (no judge)
Money blue, but I ain't Crippin' (nah)

At the end of the night
You want a nigga sittin' on the bank, yeah (I'm sittin' on the bank)
You ain't gotta think about it too long
End of the night, come get it on (think too hard 'bout it)
Whole lot of weed (yeah)
Smoking, drinking, what you need? (Yeah, yeah)
If this shit adventure, baby, I can put you to sleep
Exotic in your lungs, reachin' your peak

It's eight AM, been eight hours straight (mmh-mmh)
And they keep eating off each other's plate (mmh-mmh)
I don't stop (I don't stop), I don't stop (I don't stop)
They won't stop (they won't stop)
They can't stop (they can't stop)
No one's safe (no one's safe)
No one's safe (no one's safe)
Get her straight (get her straight)
Get her straight (get her straight)
No one's safe (no one)
No one's safe (no one' safe)
Eat her plate (her plate)
Eat her plate, come
Come and get (FYB, yeah, yeah)

You know you smoking exotic
Whenever you kicking shit with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna play on that body
But I'm just handling business, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She never trippin'
She know I got it
She know that I'm with it, ayy (she know that I'm with it, ayy)
When I'm in the city
I shut it down and I feel like I'm Diddy, yeah (I shut the shit down)

She like how I kick it, life so exquisite
Don't get offensive, no we ain't kissing (no)
Sometimes I Frisbee
When they come back, I might f*ck 'em again
And I hit the car lot and I bought a Benz
She like how it's sittin'
Whole lot of diamonds and they ain't from Tiffany
Move out of town but she still payin' visits
She ain't got time, but got time to come get it

She sent me a text, she was beggin' for sex
She told me come get it, I only want neck
I could buy the coochie, I'd rather buy Pucci
Her head was so good that I bought her some Gucci
Her pussy Aquafina (yeah, yeah)
I could be Martin, you be Gina (yeah, yeah)
Like a new movie, I gotta see you (yeah, yeah)
And you know I'm tryna get it, I'm with it

Come get it
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it
(Feelin' that vibe)
('Bout two or three times)
(All three of you mine)
(Rich Gang) come get it, come get it, come get it
Come get it (come and get it), come get it, come get it, come get it
Come get it, come get it, come get it, come get it
Come get it (yeah), come get it, come get it, come get it
Come get it, come get it
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Writer: Sean Garrett, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Good Lovin

Oh-oh-oh
Hey, hey (hey), what?

Panties to the side how you like (how you like)
Pull you in the party, skip the line, yeah, yeah
That ass is somethin' that I could get behind (get behind)
I put your love on top like Beyoncé, yeah
Nothin', you don't owe a nigga nothin'
Poppin' up at every function
Let me put you onto somethin'
Put you on game for a minute
A player, I admit it
Been at it for a minute
You say you want commitment, no

I can't be that man, no, no, no
Tell me that I need to mature
May not be what you lookin' for
But I got what you need, that's for sure

Good lovin' (yeah, yeah)
(Good love, good love) call me when you need
Good lovin' (yeah, yeah)
(You're worthy of) ask and you receive
Good lovin'? (Ooh, yeah)
(Good love, good love) and you know I give
Good lovin' (yeah, yeah)
You're worthy of good lovin' (love)

Yeah, know I got what you desire
Don't worry 'bout what you done heard, yeah
That's absurd, now (what? Yeah, let him talk)
I'm a gentleman, let you cum first
When I peeped that you been on a search, yeah (on a search)
For somethin' that you've been missin' (woo)
Strip you down (yee)
With no clothes on you (clothes)
Yeah, I'ma love you down
And snatch your soul from you (soul)
I'm havin' this money now (money)
Let me strike this pose on you (this pose)
Let me strike this pose on you (this pose)
I know you want somethin' more, but

I can't be that man, no, no, no
Tell me that I need to mature
May not be what you lookin' for
But I got what you need that's for sure

Good lovin' (yeah, yeah)
(Good love, good love) call me when you need
Good lovin' (yeah, yeah)
(You're worthy of) ask and you receive
Good lovin'? (Ooh, yeah)
(Good love, good love) and you know I give
Good lovin' (yeah, yeah)
You're worthy of good lovin' (yeah, yeah)
(Good love, good love) call me when you need
Good lovin' (yeah, yeah)
(You're worthy of) ask and you receive
Good lovin'? (Ooh, yeah)
(Good love, good love) and you know I give
Good lovin' (yeah, yeah)
You're worthy of good lovin' (love)

Rich Gang
Rich Gang
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Writer: Troy Taylor, Daniel Breland
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Out of the Ordinary

This is out the ordinary
'Cause I miss you, wanna kiss you, and be with you, yeah
This is out the ordinary
Don't wanna put nobody else above you
It's gettin' kinda scary, what you doin' baby?
This is out the ordinary
'Cause I miss you, wanna kiss you, and be with you, yeah

I don't know what you do to me (yeah)
But I like it, baby
I don't know, but whatever it is
Keep it goin', goin', yeah
I ain't used to this, no, no, no (nah)
But I like it, oh
I ain't used to this, but I don't
Mind it, mind it, mind it, oh

This is out the ordinary (yes it is)
'Cause I miss you, wanna kiss you, and be with you, yeah
This is out the ordinary
Don't wanna put nobody else above you (above you)
It's gettin' kinda scary, what you doin' baby?
This is out the ordinary ('cause I)
'Cause I miss you, wanna kiss you, and be with you, yeah

There's something 'bout the way that you came in here (yeah)
Sexy and you know it (uh-huh)
I'm just tryna show you I'm serious (right)
Feel it in my stomach
You are more than money
You're the one I want
I got a spot for you 'cause you pure (yeah)
Russian Roulette, kiss on my neck, shawty (shawty)
Show me that ass, tell me that that's all me
It's movin' too fast, can't let it pass at all
You get on your back when you on that alcohol

This is out the ordinary
'Cause I miss you, wanna kiss you, and be with you, yeah
This is out the ordinary ('cause I)
Don't wanna put nobody else above you (above you, ooh)
It's gettin' kinda scary (scary, oh woah)
what you doin' baby? (Mm)
This is out the ordinary
'Cause I miss you, wanna kiss you, and be with you, yeah

Rich Gang
Rich Gang
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Writer: Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Risk It All

Jacquees, what?
(SK)

I was cool being your rebound
Love when we creepin' 'round
He ain't gotta know about us
I ain't tryna do too much
Baby, lemme give you just enough (give you just enough)
You're safe with me now
Come to my safehouse
And lemme put the pressure on you
And let me put that body on tuck (tuck)
Give you good sex, that lovin' (lovin')

I know you a rider, girl, what you desire?
I could take you higher (I could take you higher)
From the game make me retire, you should be my final
Walking down an aisle

No, we ain't gotta talk about it, don't talk about it
I'd risk it all about you
I'm standing tall behind you
If you fall, I gotcha
No, we ain't gotta talk about it, I'ma walk about it
I'd risk it all about you
If you're lost, I'll find you
Rip them panties off you

Oh no, baby, you got me focused on your body
Come on and put this ladi-dadi in the air
I'm sittin', them vibes beside me up in there
Got all of these vibes, but baby, all of my eyes are on
You and your body, movin' all too exotic
Got me havin' withdrawals, like what I'm gon' do without it?
You sexy lil' baby, you be drivin' me crazy
Only thing on my mind is gettin' back to my baby (yeah)
Shawty, the way you make me feel
Got something on your sex appeal (sex appeal)
Let's have sex, keep on them sexy heels
And then let's just chill

No, we ain't gotta talk about it, don't talk about it
I'd risk it all about you
I'm standing tall behind you (I'm standing tall)
If you fall, I gotcha (won't let you fall)
No, we ain't gotta talk about it, I'ma walk about it
I'd risk it all about you (yeah)
If you're lost, I'll find you (whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa)
Rip them panties off you (yeah)

Without the right intentions (oh no)
You got my attention (ooh)
Those girls in my mentions (yeah)
Ain't the one I'm missing (nah)
It gotta be (gotta be)
You and me (you and me)
I'll lead you wrong (lead you wrong)
If you been using me (using me)
I'll keep you satisfied (satisfied)
Truthfully (truthfully)
But if he's around (he's around)
Don't get used to me
I'll love you better than he can
I wanna be your man

No, we ain't gotta talk about it, don't talk about it
I'd risk it all about you (about you)
I'm standing tall behind you
If you fall, I gotcha (I gotcha)
No, we ain't gotta talk about it, I'ma walk about it
I'd risk it all about you (about you)
If you're lost, I'll find you (find you, ooh-ooh)
Rip them panties off you (yeah)

Ooh-ooh
I'd risk it all about you (yeah)
Risk it all about you (right, yeah)
If you're lost, I'll find you (come on)
Oh-oh
Risk it all about you (Jacquees)
If you're lost, I'll find you (what?)
If you're lost, I'll find you (Rich Gang)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (yeah)
(Rich Gang)
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Writer: Daystar Peterson, John Steven Mcgee, Kendricke Brown, Keyiara Sallie, Mbeng Denzel Ayukokata, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, John Mcgee, Mbeng Ayukokata, Rodriquez Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Warning

Can you let me hold you
For a few days?
Oh I ain't seen ya, hope you're okay
I can't resist your lovin'
Damn, I wish you'd stay
Left without a warnin'
(Xl Eagle made it)
Oh! (Major)
Jacquees, uh-huh
Let's go get 'em
Sk (Ayy) let's get it

You came and stole a nigga heart
Escaped without a warnin'
And you was so gangsta with it
Gave me no direction you were goin' in, yeah
And you done gave me no time to buckle up
And brace while you were throwin' it
But girl I gotta thousand one me
But realize that you're the warnin'
(Yeah, what's up, big Quees, ayy)

I know they gon' lie (oh)
Tell you ain't nothin' good for you heart to get you runnin' (oh-oh)
But this the second time (oh)
You done gave me the nigga, pull up in it if you want it (oh-oh)
Call me 2Pac (oh)
Once I hit it two times got another two comin' (oh-oh)
Whether you with him or not (oh)
He was never the one and, you comin'

Make me readjust it babe
Even just my day
For a second thought 'bout settling down
Knowing it ain't my wave
Don't know what the blogs are talking 'bout
They never see me chase
Never met no one that brought this out
You changin' up my ways, hey

You came and stole a nigga heart
Escaped without a warnin' (warnin', yeah)
And you was so gangsta wit' it, gave me no direction
You were goin' in, yeah
And you done gave me no time to buckle up
Brace while you were throwin' it (the way you were throwin' it)
But girl I got a thousand on me
But realize that you're the warnin' (realize you're the warnin')

Make me readjust it babe
Even just my day (just my day)
For a second thought 'bout settlin' down
Knowing it ain't my wave (ain't my wave)
Don't know what the blogs are talking 'bout
They never see me chase
Never met no one that brought this out
You changin' up my ways, hey

Tell me right now (huh)
Where you at? I'm pullin' up, baby girl you jumpin' on it (oh-oh)
I touch down in your town (oh)
Homegirl done tell me the facility you roamin' (oh-oh)
I'll have your city shut down (oh)
If I don't find out where the f*ck my baby went runnin' (oh-oh)
Oh you gon' put 'em down (oh)
Pop up on a nigga with no warnin'

You came and stole a nigga heart
Escaped without a warnin' (you came in and stole it)
And you was so gangsta wit' it, gave me no direction
You were goin' in, yeah (no direction, no way)
And you done gave me no time to buckle up
Brace what you while you were throwin' it (throwin' it)
But girl I got a thousand on me
But realize that you're the warnin'(girl you the warnin', yeah)

You came and stole a nigga heart
Escaped without a warnin' (came and stole my heart)
And you was so gangsta wit' it, gave me no direction
You were goin' in, yeah (no direction, no way)
And you done gave me no time to buckle up
Brace what you while you were throwin' it (no time to buckle up for you)
But girl I got a thousand on me
But realize that you're the warnin' (Well girl you're my warnin', yeah)

Rich Gang
Rich Gang
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Writer: Sean Garrett, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




All You Need

Yeah, what?
Jacquees (Rich Gang, mhm), uh-huh (XL Eagle baby)

You can find me somewhere in the spot on a mission (a mission, mission)
You can find me in the spot lookin' for me a missus (a missus, missus)
Got my eyes locked on this brown-tone, sexy, well-known woman (Rich girl), woman
She got a vibe and I can't miss it (miss it)
I wanna put it down on this mission (this mission)
I wonder, will she go there with me? (With me)
I'm MJ with my shot, twenty-three (twenty-three)
She a boss, she got drive, niggas fail, but they tried
Nobody's hittin' it (nobody's hittin' it)

You say you need someone real
I got somethin' (I got somethin')
You been stressin' 'bout your bills, that ain't 'bout nothin' (ain't 'bout nothin')
I know I could be your light
I wanna shine with you (shine with you)
I'll flood your follie on your wrist
Won't waste my time with you (my time with you)

Girl, all you need is me
Girl, I just wanna lift your spirits (yeah)
For anyone that ever hurt your feelings
Girl, all you need is me (right)
Be my partner in this life of sinnin' (for sure)
My love for life, girl, like I caught a sentence

I can see your dress flowin' down the runway (uh, uh-huh)
'Cause I'ma put a ring on it one day
Ooh, she drippin' wet now (drippin')
She got my respect now
We came from the bottom and she stayed down
I know that she worth it
She shaped like a bottle, it's no servin'
She don't cut no corners, she's so perfect
Lookin' like she straight off the runway
She get my braggin' rights, her little ass is nice
I'ma be in my bag tonight, she wanna dance tonight
We lit like dynamite, I wanna make you my wife
Put this pipe in your life, she'll be goin' all night
She like it inside, yeah (inside)
She told me keep it inside (inside)

Girl, all you need is me
Girl, I just wanna lift your spirits (yeah)
For anyone that ever hurt your feelings
Girl, all you need is me (right)
Be my partner in this life of sinnin' (for sure)
My love for life, girl, like I caught a sentence (yeah, yeah)

Can I get in your business, girl?
Who's been takin' care of you? (Who's been takin' care of you?)
Or are you independent, boo? (Or are you independent, boo?)
If so, then tell me what you do (what you do)
I can take care of you, girl, don't you fight it (don't you fight it)
I got sexual needs, girl, come and ride it (come and ride it)
Ice cube your neck, girl, f*ck a Friday (yeah)
That's bible, like Usher, let's do it my way
I wonder, will she go there with me? (With me)
I'm MJ with my shot, twenty-three (twenty-three)
I know she'd be perfect for me (for me)
Sweet lil' lady is makin' me sing (yeah)
But she's not happy, I can tell (I can tell)
Someone is not treatin' her well, I need you all to myself

You say you need someone real
I got somethin' (I got somethin')
You been stressin' 'bout your bills
That ain't 'bout nothin'
I know I could be your light
I wanna shine with you
I'll flood your follie on your wrist
Won't waste my time with you (won't waste my time)

Girl, all you need is me
Girl, I just wanna lift your spirits (yeah, yeah)
For anyone that ever hurt your feelings
Girl, all you need is me (yeah)
You my partner in this life of sinnin' (my life)
My love for life, girl, like I caught a sentence
You're all I need
Girl, I just wanna lift your spirits (ohh)
For anyone that ever hurt your feelings
You're all I need, yeah
Be my partner in this life of sinnin'
My love for life, girl, like I caught a sentence

Na-na-na, na-na (ooh, yeah)
Na-na-na, na-na (ooh, yeah, Rich Gang)
Na-na-na, na-na (ooh, babe)
Na-na-na, na-na (and ya know, and ya know)
Rich Gang
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Writer: Quavious Keyate Marshall, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, Bluff City
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO




Cross the Line

Rich Gang
Rich Gang

Baby, let me know if I'm outta time
Baby, let me know if I'm outta line
Tryna do my best to prove you on my mind
Might be too late
I might've crossed the line, yeah (yeah, yeah, oh-oh)

Without you, baby, no I can't get right (uh-oh)
I realize why you ain't in my life (uh-oh)
I messed it up, I know I crossed the line, mmh (yeah)

I was out spendin' my money
And f*ckin' these bitches, not worrying 'bout you
I was out lyin' and you was home cryin'
'Cause I wasn't tellin' the truth
I was out winnin' with too many women
And I didn't know how to choose
I gave my baby the blues
Can't buy her heart with no coupe
How did I end up in this situation?
Did my best to give you love and dedication (love)
Now you on the phone talking 'bout replacement
I just can't believe what the hell I'm facin', no

Messin' with the handles, dropped the ball
Now she never answer when I call
And everybody knows it's my fault

Baby, let me know if I'm outta time (if I'm outta time)
Baby, let me know if I'm outta line (if I'm outta line)
Tryna do my best to prove you on my mind (you're on my mind)
Might be too late, I might've crossed the line (Rich Gang)

Without you, baby, no I can't get right (uh-oh, Rich Gang)
I realize why you ain't in my life (uh-oh)
I messed it up, I know I cross the line, mmh
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Writer: Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing




Fact or Fiction

You're trippin', blame me for my past
When you know I'm more than that
Been there once no going' back, I promise
I'ma get it right this time, I'ma prioritize
You better know that ass is mine (Rich Gang)
(Girl) say I got too much baggage
I'll be gone by the mornin' (gone by the mornin', yeah)
Tryna bring another bag in
I'ma run up a fortune (yeah, run up a fortune)
Catch ya face in the mattress, it's a private performance (yeah)
I done taught you all the bad tricks, don't put nobody on it

Shawty, you done caught me in the moment
Got me up bright and early
Thinkin' 'bout you got me worried
Don't you go runnin' from me
Why you in such a hurry?
Baby, tell me how you really feel

Fact or fiction?
Do you trust me?
Would you tell me if I messed up?
Would you give up on my love?
Fact or fiction?
Can we fix it? Is it over?
Can you live with what they told you about me? (Fact)

It's that I love you, babe, even when it's ugly, babe
On our sunny days, on our rainy days
I'm gon' feel the same, ain't nothing change (fact)
Be back, gotta handle some thangs (fact)
I know that I ain't been the same
But I promise I hear you and all your complaints

Shawty, you done caught me in the moment
Got me up bright and early
Thinkin' 'bout you got me worried
Don't you go runnin' from me
Why you in such a hurry?
Baby, tell me how you really feel

Fact or fiction? (Fiction)
Do you trust me?
Would you tell me if I messed up?
Would you give up on my love? (Oh, yeah)
Fact or fiction?
Can we fix it? Is it over?
Can you live with what they told you about me? (Ooh-ooh)
Fact or fiction?
Would you leave me for another?
Would he love you like I loved you? (I gotta know)
Fact or fiction?
Can we fix it? Is it over?
Can you live with what they told you about me? (Ooh-ooh)
Fact or fiction?
Do you love me? (Rich Gang)
Would you tell me if I f*cked up wit' your love?
Fact or fiction?
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Writer: Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




New New

I just skrrt, skrrt, think I need a new whip (whip)
F*cked her, think I need a new bitch (bitch)
New VVS on my necklace (ching)
Out with the old, need the new shit (new)
In my new whip I go vroom, vroom, vroom (oh yeah)
Swerve through the strip like zoom, zoom, zoom (skrrt)
Got the top down, no roof, roof, roof (no roof)
Know I gotta flex in my new, new (skrrt)

Hop out, know I gotta flex (I gotta flex)
Ho, watch out, yeah, know I'm next (yeah, I'm next)
Ooh, she think I'm cute she wanna have sex (ooh-ooh)
Meet me at my new crib in ten minutes, oh (woo)
Touched the floor in Balenciagas (Balenciagas)
Drench me down in that Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
Ooh, yeah, get what I want
When I walk in the door, gotta let 'em know

I just skrrt, skrrt, think I need a new whip (whip)
F*cked her, think I need a new bitch (bitch)
New VVS on my necklace (ching)
Out with the old, need the new shit (new)
In my new whip I go vroom, vroom, vroom (oh yeah)
Swerve through the strip like zoom, zoom, zoom (skrrt)
Got the top down, no roof, roof, roof (no roof)
Know I gotta flex in my new, new (skrrt)

Pop out, diamonds on me wet (wet)
She a knock out, walk in with a check (check)
She bougie and she bad, nothing come impressed (oh yeah)
She got 'em on her ass but I think I'm the best with her (oh yeah)
She lace to floor in Balenciagas (yeah)
She bringing more of that vintage Prada
Ooh, yeah, she get what she want
When she walk out the club, meet her at the door like

I just skrrt, skrrt, think I need a new whip (whip)
F*cked her, think I need a new bitch (bitch)
New VVS on my necklace (ching)
Out with the old, need the new shit (new)
In my new whip I go vroom, vroom, vroom (oh yeah)
Swerve through the strip like zoom, zoom, zoom (skrrt)
Got the top down, no roof, roof, roof (no roof)
Know I gotta flex in my new, new

Rich Gang
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Writer: Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Verify

Yeah
Rich Gang
Uh-huh
Come on

Yes, I love your physical, but it's your energy
I got no fear to put you on a pedestal, but are you trustin' me?
I feel like I picked the right time (what?)
To hit your line (yeah)
Girl, you all mine (uh huh)
Anticipatin' for a long time
Will you verify what I feel inside? (What I feel inside)

Truck the chicken, get a million out the whole ride (yeah)
Fifty Shades of Grey with bitches got 'em all tied (ooh)
Lamborghinis and Ferraris, you're verified (skrrt, skrrt)
Strawberry, kiwis and greens, you got berry eyes (skrrt)
She from Swahili, the color of wild berry eyes (yeah)
How much you sip lean, that lets you know you're verified (yeah)
I got my heart broke, now I keep me a spare tire (spare)
I'm in a tall Rolls Royce truck, I feel very high (Rolls, aye)
F*ck a bus, (what?) Rolls Royce, (skrrt) yeah, yeah
Twist it up, (yeah) roll a Dutch, (yeah) yeah, yeah
I got tires on the 9, yeah, yeah
Sting your body then you die
Yeah, I got vibes all on my line, yeah, yeah
She just wanna be verified, yeah, yeah
Different, I think you one of a kind (Yeah)
She from New York, but she don't like to Milly Rock (Milly Rock)

Yes, I love your physical (yes, I)
But it's your energy (your energy)
I got no fear to put you on a pedestal (no fear)
But are you trustin' me? (Trusting me)
I feel like I picked the right time (aye)
To hit your line (why?)
Girl, you all mine (yeah, yeah, oh-yeah)
Anticipatin' for a long time (what?)
Will you verify what I feel inside? (What I feel inside)

I don't need a Super Bowl team (yeah)
Throw it on me, my position locked down
(I got my position locked down)
Fixin' your heart from shit before me
But you know (yeah) he won't set you up for let downs
(He won't set you up for let downs)
I'm participating
In whatever it is (yeah, whatever)
The charges are your rent (Yeah)
I'll throw the towel all in for you

Yes, I love your physical (yes, I)
But it's your energy (your energy)
I got no fear to put you on a pedestal (no fear)
But are you trustin' me? (Trusting me)
I feel like I picked the right time (aye)
To hit your line (why?)
Girl, you all mine (you're all mine)
Anticipatin' for a long time
Will you verify what I feel inside?

What I feel
Inside, yeah
No fears
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Writer: Dexter Randall, Jeffrey Williams, Kelvin Raynard Brown, Rodriguez Jacquees Broadnax, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Never Say Goodbye

(OG Parker)
(G. Ry got me)
(Murphy Kid)

I could never say, "goodbye"
Will you still ride if I pull up outside?
Will you still ride? Will you still ride?
I know it's hard, don't cry
Don't say, "goodbye"
It's hard to say I'll never see you again (I can't)
Don't say, "goodbye"
So I hold you close, I'll never let this end (this end)

I could never let this end
I could never let my best friend go
You caught me deep in these streets
With a pocket full of cheese and an ego
I prayed on my knees to God
And he sent your heart to my front door
How could you be fine with a mind so sexy?
This is more than love, this an investment

Sweet little heart of mine, when you fall
I'ma be by your side (I'ma be by)
So know that you'll be fine, live your life
'Cause even if we try (oh)

I could never say, "goodbye" (goodbye)
Will you still ride if I pull up outside? (Outside)
Will you still ride? Will you still ride? (Still ride)
I know it's hard, don't cry
Don't say, "goodbye" (goodbye)
It's hard to say I'll never see you again (see you again)
Don't say, "goodbye"
So I hold you close, (you close) I'll never let this end (this end)

Tryna bottle all our problems in
I wish you would just let me know (just let me know somethin')
Complainin' 'bout my confidence
Arrogance got our love on zero (you know we better than that)
Sweet little lady (yeah) of mine (mine)
I'd do anything (what?) To see you shine (for sure)
I've been workin' overtime (uh-huh) but I'm tryin' (hard)
I could never give it up, this for life

Sweet little heart of mine, when you fall (when you fall)
I'ma be by your side (by your side)
So know that you'll be fine, live your life (your life)
'Cause even when I try

I could never say, "goodbye"
Will you still ride if I pull up outside?
Will you still ride? Will you still ride?
I know it's hard, don't cry
Don't say, "goodbye"
It's hard to say (to say it)
I'll never see you again (to see you again)
Don't say, "goodbye"
So I hold you close, (you close)
I'll never let this end (this end)

Rich Gang
Rich Gang
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Writer: Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Superstar

I'm rollin' late Sunday night (yeah)
Take 'bout ten thou' on the flight (cash)
They book my shows and I'm there (where we goin'?)
You know them bags everywhere
After my show I'm coming straight to you, yeah
I told my chef to make the plates for two, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I cleaned up the coupe for you (for you)
Car wash, my shit look brand new

Can I be your groupie, baby? (Can I?) You be my superstar
I travel the world to see you, no matter how far you are
I pay the valet, they take it and pull off and park my car
Now I'm at your shows to see you, let's show 'em the star you are

Go show 'em the superstar you are 'cause I believe it
And if God be my witness, girl, you here for a reason
Go show 'em the superstar you are, put on your show
You the queen on her throne, go show the world how we go

Pull up and set it off, just like she Queen Latifah (yeah)
She pull up and set it off, just like she Jada Pinkett (yeah)
I'd be wrong if I tell it all, told her I keep her secrets
We don't need no one involved, there's no information I'm leakin'
I'll admit we gettin' closer
My Lamborghini is a Roadster
Plant you on the wall, no poster
Pullin' on your tracks like CDs
Put it in like this DVD, you see, oh

Can I be your groupie, baby? You be my superstar (you be my superstar)
I travel the world to see you, no matter how far you are (no matter)
I pay the valet, they take it and pull off and park my car
Now I'm at your shows to see you, let's show 'em the star you are

Go show 'em the superstar you are 'cause I believe it
And if God be my witness, girl, you here for a reason
Go show 'em the superstar you are, put on your show
You the queen on her throne, go show the world how we go

Book your flight just to see me
Baby, I can't believe it
You know I'm all alone on this road
I be needin' you to come home
Wherever home's at
Missin' you long time and you know that
You do it big every time you walk in the spot
Know who you are, they know who you are

Can I be your groupie, baby? You be my superstar (superstar)
I travel the world to see you, no matter how far you are (yeah, yeah)
I pay the valet, they take it and pull off and park my car (yeah, yeah)
Now I'm at your shows to see you, let's show 'em the star you are

Go show 'em the superstar you are 'cause I believe it
And if God be my witness, girl, you here for a reason (I believe it)
Go show 'em the superstar you are, put on your show
You the queen on her throne, go show the world how we go
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Writer: Kelvin Raynard Brown, Rodriguez Jacquees Broadnax, Summer Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing




What They Gone Do With Me?

Super Future (yeah)
What they gon' do with me?
What they gon', what they gon' do with me? (Jacquees)
They got a load of me but they haven't not got enough for me (what? Yeah)
(But they haven't not got enough for me)

What they gon' do with me?
Oh what they gon', what they gon' do with me? (Right)
They got a load of me
But they haven't not got enough for me (what?)
We on the low
Late night special's all goodie (ha-ha)
I was like, "Yo
I didn't get the chance to take off my hoodie"
You know what I know
You know what I know, know, know? (What? Okay)
Meet me at Hermés, ready to spend like a volcano

Hunnid-fifty on a time piece
You on the team, get assigned seats
We goin' South of France this week
They 'bout to get a whole dose of me (right)

Yes, I like to spend it (spend it)
With this cash I got no limits (no limits)
And my Gucci loafers havin' business (business, for sure)
Wit' my Louis jacket's in the trenches (trenches, right?)
Yeah, last time I done balled
I bought you a lot of things (lot of things)
The way that she puttin' that pussy on me
I'm givin' her all the game (givin' her all the game)
Whenever we need to fly, we takin' the private plane (private plane)
I put Chanel on all of her bags
And all of her diamond rings, yeah
This mission's important we cannot abort it, yeah (we cannot abort it, yeah)
She see all of these diamonds it's makin' her horny (it's makin' her horny)
She know that I'm real
F*ck the fake and the corny (f*ck the fake and the corny, yeah uh-huh)
And it's that life that you said that you wanted
That you said that you wanted, what?

What they gon' do with me?
Oh what they gon', what they gon' do with me? (Hey, what they gon'? What?)
They got a load of me
But they haven't not got enough for me (nah, what?)
We on the low
Late night special's all goodie (it's all good)
I was like, "Yo
I didn't get the chance to take off my hoodie" (what? What?)
You know what I know
You know what I know, know, know? (What? Okay)
Meet me at Hermés, ready to spend like volcano (yeah, yeah)

Hunnid-fifty on a time piece
You on the team, get assigned seats
We goin' South of France this week
They 'bout to get a whole dose of me (dose)

Stella McCartney, oh woo
I'm steppin' it up for you (yeah)
I give you the entire department
I'm steppin' it up for you (oh yeah)
Pretty jawns spendin' hunduns, let 'em run, run, run, run (mhmm)
I could tell you was thoroughbred when you put your hair in a bun (ooh)
They haven't not got enough for me
Tell me, where do we begin? (Mhmm)
You need to sell the presents for me
You need to do it to win (yeah, yeah)
Shop, shoppin' sprees in Vegas, then go 'head (ooh)
Don't let all these bags go to your head (yeah)
Give 'em a load of us, show 'em it ain't no controllin' us (woo)
You got the Backwoods, anywhere we gon' roll 'em up
Anywhere we go, you showin' out, girl, whine it up
Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine it up (what?)

What they gon' do with me?
Oh what they gon', what they gon' do with me? (Ayy, what they gon'? What?)
They got a load of me
But they haven't not got enough for me (nah, right)
We on the low
Late night special's all goodie (it's all good)
I was like "Yo
I didn't get the chance to take off my hoodie" (what? What?)
You know what I know
You know what I know, know, know (know oh woah)
Meet me at Hermés, ready to spend like volcano

Hunnid-fifty on a time piece (what?)
You on the team, get assigned seats (what?)
We go to South of France this week (South)
They 'bout to get a whole dose of me (dose)

What they gon' do with me?
Oh what they gon', what they gon' do with me?
They got a load of me but they haven't not got enough for me
They 'bout to get a whole dose of me
But they haven't not got enough for me
Rich Gang
Rich Gang
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Writer: Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Hot For Me

Haus
That nigga nice

Baby, can you make it hot for me?
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories (ay)
'Round and 'round we go
How did we end up on the floor baby?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Señorita, just give me your time
I'll slide to see ya, I'm trynna eat ya
Don't mind, mind, that's just my demeanor
You're mighty tender
Would you mind if I took you up out to Spain, yeah?
You can't deny, an even better time, it's the right decision
Don't look at me, that's just my opinion
Look in your eyes, I can find a million
Between your thighs, I can find a feelin'
Tell all your neighbors to stop that trippin'
We can put out the tape and we'll make a killin', ay
That pussy, that worth a million
Put her mouth on that head, ain't no better feelin' (oh)

Baby, can you make it hot for me?
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories (ay)
'Round and 'round we go
How did we end up on the floor, baby? (oh)
(Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Keed talk to 'em)

F*ckin' these hoes on the road
Know they gon' suck 'til they got no knees
I kept a gun on the road
I'm seein' figures, this not the old me (I can't forget on the road)
I just be playin' 'round wit' these numbers (playin' 'round)
All I could dream 'bout was a comma (dream about)
F*ck from the back, I'm f*ckin' up her frontal (yeah)
Pack that we slap, we serve them out the jungle (let's go, let's go)
Girl you can't play 'round here (uh)
I can put real chandeliers on ya ears (yeah)
I can put a whole damn bag on they pills
I can drive the S-R-T in gear (skrrt)
Me and Lil Gotit, know we jumpin' out real (Lil Gotit)
Cartier frames, see the face from the rear
In my own lane, don't swerve over here (swerve)
L.A. vibe, yeah, we came from the hills

Baby, can you make it hot for me? (slat, yeah, slimeball)
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories (ay)
'Round and 'round we go
How did we end up on the floor baby?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I was f*ckin' on your girl
In Fendi and diamonds and pearls (diamonds and pearls)
She gon' put that shit on 360, make her twirl (twirl)
Pull up droppin' shit, yeah, yeah, 'bout her ('bout her)
My right girl, I rock, you know, her lil' world (my right girl)
I'ma dripper all season, Glock .40 squeezin' (drip)
Off a Percocet, not trynna meet him (slat)
Stealin' cars, I'm bleedin', we were really gettin' (skrrt)
Hunnid round in the semi, niggas tryna be me
They wasn't tryin' to listen to us
Now they trynna stand by us (yeah)
All them niggas was holdin' us
Bitch, we up, don't give a f*ck (slat)

Baby, can you make it hot for me?
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories (Rich Gang)
'Round and 'round we go
How did we end up on the floor, baby? (babe)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Rich Gang)
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Writer: Mbeng Denzel Ayuk-okata, Raqhid Render, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, Semaja Z. Render
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Your Peace

SK

Not into wasting time
I was just doing fine
Should I find something new?
Or should I be tripping on you? (What?)
These decisions ain't easy (nah)
Believe me, I know it's hard to read me (what?)
And I know with these girls, I'm getting greedy
'Cause I can't find one that knows how to treat a man (uh-huh)
I'm just really tryna understand (what? Come on, yeah)
Who really tryna know who I am (talk to 'em, yeah)
'Cause right now, I can't even trust my friends

I'm tryna live my life right, right, right, right (that's all I'm tryna do, yeah, yeah)
Won't you to be my peace? My peace, my peace (come on, come on)
Why we taking time, time, time, time? (What? Why we?)
When I could be your peace, when I could be (what? Why we?)
Now, please don't make me wait, wait (please don't)
I'm going out my way, way (I'm going out my way)
I won't make you wait, wait (nah, never)
They couldn't take your place, place (Woo)
Please don't make me wait, wait
I'm going out my way, way
I wouldn't make you wait, wait (nah, nah)
They couldn't take your place, place, no

Everything I get, you get a piece (get a piece)
Why can't you sit back and be my peace? (Be my peace)
Neck was lookin' dry, bought a piece (it's on fleek)
Complainin' 'bout her smile, I bought her teeth (bought her teeth)
She can't buy her own bags, I bought her three (bought her three)
Somethin' 'bout her swag, she like to f*ck to Carter 3 (oh)
Relationship goals on them hoes, Jay and Bey
Every little secret that we got, I'ma keep, oh

So much on my mind
I need to unwind
Can you do that for me, baby?
Yeah (What? What?)
I'm just tryna find a woman that shines (what? Yeah, come on, yeah)
In the dark and the light (right)
And I know she's mine (come on Que, yeah)
And I know you ain't seen (nah)
A young nigga like me (one of a kind)
So let me know if you with me (yeah)
'Cause I'm just tryna live my life

I'm tryna live my life right, right, right, right (what? Woo, what? Yeah)
Won't you to be my peace? My peace, my peace (come on, yeah, yeah, come on)
Why we taking time, time, time, time? (What? Why we?)
When I could be your peace (what? Why we?)
Now, please don't make me wait, wait (please)
I'm going out my way, way (I'm going out my way)
I won't make you wait, wait (nah, never)
They couldn't take your place, place (woo)
Please don't make me wait, wait (right, right)
I'm going out my way, way (going out my way)
I wouldn't make you wait, wait (nah, nah)
They couldn't take your place, place, baby
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Writer: Dominque Jones, John Steven Mcgee, Mbeng Denzel Ayukokata, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, Simon Kemper, Tevin Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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