Welcome to the funeral, yeah
Closed casket as usual
Yeah, welcome to the funeral
The choir's singin' musicals
Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in with that Uzi, though
And they look like they saw Lucifer (rr)
Welcome to the funeral
We not welcome, we intruded, though
You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke
That's just inexcusable
Welcome to the funeral, where we from, we ruin them
We been to quite a few of 'em
The reverend talk, we booin' him
We throw up the Piru at him
Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Soul snatching as usual
Amen, hallelujah though
Whole family delusional
Niggas crying like two year olds
Bullet holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
Everybody knew you, bro
Ain't nobody shootin' though
Gotta die to see who you know
Damn, welcome to the funeral
Where we from, we ruin 'em
The preacher preach, we shootin' him
Now we need one for you and him
That's why they should cremate ya
Hope when you die they commemorate you
Life is a movie and it's in theaters
Some of y'alls already went to cable
Get shot from afar, you can get a facial
Black gun, chrome gun, interracial
Weed so strong, need ventilation
Funeral home need renovation
I got your mom's teary eyed, that's precipitation
Nigga when you died, did your bitch a favor
Nigga, we gon' mob like the Genovese's
Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes from a hundred feet away, now it's a halo
That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57
Catch up nigga, you behind, where I left you
I hate your bitch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins, uncles, aunts, and your nephews
Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastard
Tears running down his bitch face, romantic
Two straps on me like the old Bo Jacksons (bah)
In his face, closed casket
Send him on the highway to heaven, no traffic
My lil' nigga just caught a body, he ecstatic
He cried tears of joy, then he got him tatted
Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Whole family delusional
Amen, hallelujah though
Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in with the Uzi, though
They look like they saw Lucifer
Yeah, welcome to the funeral, everybody knew your bro
Ain't nobody shootin' though
That's just inexcusable
Damn, welcome to the funeral
Where we from, we ruin 'em
I've been to quite a few of 'em
My nigga, got immune to them
Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
Goddamn, drive bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes from a hundred feet away, now it's a halo
In other words, a nigga dead
Lil Wayne - Funeral Album Lyrics
Lil Wayne - Funeral Lyrics
Writer: Byron Thomaz, David Jackson, Dwayne Carter, Eryn Allen Kane, Jeremy Fedryk
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mahogany
Check
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Gas to the floor, I'm pressin' fast forward
I'm racin' NASCAR, transport, just what you asked for
Don't ask me what I asked for if you can't answer
Now who them Xans for?
I'll pop Dans for muscle relaxation
I'm a patient, pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I'm racin'
Yeah, I'm spacin', I'm spacin' out, oh you faded?
I'm faded out, oh you made it? I made it out
But you shady like 8 Mile
8 Ball from Orange, my letdown, I lay it down
Like an eagle, she spread it out
Air it out, yeah I ate it out
I'm a Libra, I weigh it out
Hope the reaper don't take me out
I'm too eager to wait it out, stuck the heater in Satan's mouth
Pray polices don't raid the house, pay my taxes and baby moms
Ain't no cappin', don't play around, hate me back and then hate me now
In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste
I got mansions with gates, feel like I'm NASA with space
Don't feel like answerin' my phone, I feel like thrashin' today
I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe
Catchin' spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked
And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up
I stunt when I rolled up, with a bad bitch sittin' in the front with her nose up
You know what's in my soda
And your trap house closin', your glass house broken
And my mad house open and my lighthouse glowin'
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
I think in my backyard, I need an airport
Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm
Mahogany skin touch me I cut your hands off
Mahogany door handle, to match the floor panel
Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals
Mahogany dash, slime, I do the dash, slime
Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line
Good times, no hard times, uh oh, it's that time
We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time
Bang, bang, brrat time, I'm reppin' Bad Vibes
Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire
Plug was a f*ckin' Arabi, no cap, slime
Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time
Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it
I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin'
Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin'
Let's get in bed and break these mahogany head boards
Oh, whoa, mahogany, yeah, whoa
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Uh, yeah, I do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard
Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
Maho-mahogany sand
Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
I ain't arguin', I'm sayin'
Ooh, mahogany
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Gas to the floor, I'm pressin' fast forward
I'm racin' NASCAR, transport, just what you asked for
Don't ask me what I asked for if you can't answer
Now who them Xans for?
I'll pop Dans for muscle relaxation
I'm a patient, pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I'm racin'
Yeah, I'm spacin', I'm spacin' out, oh you faded?
I'm faded out, oh you made it? I made it out
But you shady like 8 Mile
8 Ball from Orange, my letdown, I lay it down
Like an eagle, she spread it out
Air it out, yeah I ate it out
I'm a Libra, I weigh it out
Hope the reaper don't take me out
I'm too eager to wait it out, stuck the heater in Satan's mouth
Pray polices don't raid the house, pay my taxes and baby moms
Ain't no cappin', don't play around, hate me back and then hate me now
In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste
I got mansions with gates, feel like I'm NASA with space
Don't feel like answerin' my phone, I feel like thrashin' today
I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe
Catchin' spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked
And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up
I stunt when I rolled up, with a bad bitch sittin' in the front with her nose up
You know what's in my soda
And your trap house closin', your glass house broken
And my mad house open and my lighthouse glowin'
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
I think in my backyard, I need an airport
Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm
Mahogany skin touch me I cut your hands off
Mahogany door handle, to match the floor panel
Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals
Mahogany dash, slime, I do the dash, slime
Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line
Good times, no hard times, uh oh, it's that time
We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time
Bang, bang, brrat time, I'm reppin' Bad Vibes
Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire
Plug was a f*ckin' Arabi, no cap, slime
Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time
Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it
I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin'
Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin'
Let's get in bed and break these mahogany head boards
Oh, whoa, mahogany, yeah, whoa
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Uh, yeah, I do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard
Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
Maho-mahogany sand
Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
I ain't arguin', I'm sayin'
Ooh, mahogany
Writer: Darius Ginn, Dwayne Carter, Jonathan Buice, Mario Jefferson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mama Mia
What's good, brother?
Beat around the bush, I'ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you
You niggas talkin' too much shit
I'm about to find a good plumber
Y'all lil' niggas is some foot soldiers, I'm a foot fungus
You dead, brother
I ain't a killer but don't push me, like a red button
The gun headbutt you like "Bang, bang, bang, bang"
'Til your heart stop drummin'
I shoot you while the sun don't shine, it's a hot summer
But fall dawg, I knock a wall off with this sawed-off
This bitch sound like hard cough
I'm a wizard with the muhf*cka like I went to Hogwarts
Cut the hog head and the tail off
I'm the nigga bitches put a spell on
And once it wear off
Then bitch don't touch me like a air ball
Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8'9"
But I'm still starvin' like a skinny model in LA slime, that plate mine
Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime
I don't FaceTime, with my new thang
New thang clan, like Raekwon, I'm stupid, nigga
Dumb, dead, brazy, cray-cray, blind
But I still see in the dark, nigga
Dark nigga, Akon
I'm on my shit like maggots
And they then they grow and they fly
Got real bitches with fake asses
With real views and fake eyes
It's stupid, I'm stupid
I'm out of my Kufi, narcotic abuser
No needles, 'cause my pockets balloonin'
Your partners is poodles
Your bears is cubs, your crocodile's toothless
Titty-f*ck your baby mama
She breastfeed your child while I do it
I'm stupid
Your crocodile's toothless
Titty-f*ck your baby mama
She breastfeed your child while I do it
I looped it
(Mama mia)
I'm out of my Tunechi, I'm mindin' my Tunechi
I'm shinin' my Uzi
They find 'em, I lose 'em, I'm hidin' out
Hopin' I don't smell like all these f*ckin' vaginas I'm douchin'
Droppin' these jewels, it's precious like I'm droppin' my jewelry
I'm out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that's not an exclusive
Designers, excuse me
Massagers masseuse me, oops I mean masseuses massage me
I'm gruesome, I'm grimey
Turn you and lil' mami to tuna salami
You pukin', she vomit, that's beautiful science
That's Tune in a Masi', that's who in a Hyundai
You stupid or drowsy? I pew in the 'Gatti
Pew, pew and I got 'em
Pew, pew and I got 'em
Lil' Tunechi a shotta, come through with my shottas
Catch you and your thotta, turn a nigga noodle to nada
Find it amusin', it's like it's a movie
This life is a movie, you died in the movie
I write and produce it, I cried as I view it
I'm lyin', I'm goofin', I'm tyin' my nooses
Lightin' my fluids, ignitin' influence, wait
Retire like Ewings, I'm high like I flew in
My wife lookin' Jewish, wait
My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban
My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait
She European and she from Aruba, she from the States
Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we over ate
We throw them B's up high as the moon, SuWoo in space
I come from Mars, but I act like I'm from the Planet of the Apes
Mansion with a gate, with some nice landscapes
The Atlantic across the way, don't ask me what I make
I'ma be answerin' all day
Got a hammock, I'ma lay with a naked bitch with just a bandanna on her face
And I just psstt, took off, errr and landed on her face
I cannonballed her face
F*ck her to some Diana Ross and faint
Damn, I lost the faith, don't judge me, I took the stand and fought the case
You can't avoid the Drac', drip Bayless, I'm feelin' Shannon Sharpe today
Big rocks in my mouth, can't remember how many asteroids I ate
Your pastor called today, I told him that your casket on the way
Now pass the phone to bae
I'm bringin' a pole, you dancin' on his grave
He faker than the lashes on his babe
I'm like lashes on a slave
I'm ashin' on his head
He ain't got no credit and his Apple card is dead
What's in your wallet?
(Mama mia)
Funeral
Beat around the bush, I'ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you
You niggas talkin' too much shit
I'm about to find a good plumber
Y'all lil' niggas is some foot soldiers, I'm a foot fungus
You dead, brother
I ain't a killer but don't push me, like a red button
The gun headbutt you like "Bang, bang, bang, bang"
'Til your heart stop drummin'
I shoot you while the sun don't shine, it's a hot summer
But fall dawg, I knock a wall off with this sawed-off
This bitch sound like hard cough
I'm a wizard with the muhf*cka like I went to Hogwarts
Cut the hog head and the tail off
I'm the nigga bitches put a spell on
And once it wear off
Then bitch don't touch me like a air ball
Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8'9"
But I'm still starvin' like a skinny model in LA slime, that plate mine
Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime
I don't FaceTime, with my new thang
New thang clan, like Raekwon, I'm stupid, nigga
Dumb, dead, brazy, cray-cray, blind
But I still see in the dark, nigga
Dark nigga, Akon
I'm on my shit like maggots
And they then they grow and they fly
Got real bitches with fake asses
With real views and fake eyes
It's stupid, I'm stupid
I'm out of my Kufi, narcotic abuser
No needles, 'cause my pockets balloonin'
Your partners is poodles
Your bears is cubs, your crocodile's toothless
Titty-f*ck your baby mama
She breastfeed your child while I do it
I'm stupid
Your crocodile's toothless
Titty-f*ck your baby mama
She breastfeed your child while I do it
I looped it
(Mama mia)
I'm out of my Tunechi, I'm mindin' my Tunechi
I'm shinin' my Uzi
They find 'em, I lose 'em, I'm hidin' out
Hopin' I don't smell like all these f*ckin' vaginas I'm douchin'
Droppin' these jewels, it's precious like I'm droppin' my jewelry
I'm out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that's not an exclusive
Designers, excuse me
Massagers masseuse me, oops I mean masseuses massage me
I'm gruesome, I'm grimey
Turn you and lil' mami to tuna salami
You pukin', she vomit, that's beautiful science
That's Tune in a Masi', that's who in a Hyundai
You stupid or drowsy? I pew in the 'Gatti
Pew, pew and I got 'em
Pew, pew and I got 'em
Lil' Tunechi a shotta, come through with my shottas
Catch you and your thotta, turn a nigga noodle to nada
Find it amusin', it's like it's a movie
This life is a movie, you died in the movie
I write and produce it, I cried as I view it
I'm lyin', I'm goofin', I'm tyin' my nooses
Lightin' my fluids, ignitin' influence, wait
Retire like Ewings, I'm high like I flew in
My wife lookin' Jewish, wait
My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban
My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait
She European and she from Aruba, she from the States
Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we over ate
We throw them B's up high as the moon, SuWoo in space
I come from Mars, but I act like I'm from the Planet of the Apes
Mansion with a gate, with some nice landscapes
The Atlantic across the way, don't ask me what I make
I'ma be answerin' all day
Got a hammock, I'ma lay with a naked bitch with just a bandanna on her face
And I just psstt, took off, errr and landed on her face
I cannonballed her face
F*ck her to some Diana Ross and faint
Damn, I lost the faith, don't judge me, I took the stand and fought the case
You can't avoid the Drac', drip Bayless, I'm feelin' Shannon Sharpe today
Big rocks in my mouth, can't remember how many asteroids I ate
Your pastor called today, I told him that your casket on the way
Now pass the phone to bae
I'm bringin' a pole, you dancin' on his grave
He faker than the lashes on his babe
I'm like lashes on a slave
I'm ashin' on his head
He ain't got no credit and his Apple card is dead
What's in your wallet?
(Mama mia)
Funeral
Writer: Daniel Klein, Dwayne Carter, Matt Campfield
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Do It
I got young money up
And now I got my feet up
Tune in this bitch
Tell my niggas throw them b's up
Doin what the f*ck I want
Hate me all the f*ck you want
Real niggas f*ck with me and I don't give a f*ck who don't
Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, f*ck
Present infarerary and I ain't in no rush
Drink till I throw up
Nigga roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man I gotta go pro once
Hit em with the shotgun
Call that shit the stock butt
Call me doctor carta
Aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga
AK click clack Pow nigga
F*ckin with the kid you'll be missin like balile nigga
Yeah, swagga stupid
Pack a Uzi
Twenty clips nigga, that's a movie
Aim at your toupee
You sweet as kool-aid
Cr??mbrule
I'm sharp as blu-ray
I f*ck her today
Then she gotta skate,young lupe
I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher
I keep the twos on me, nigga screw face
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
LV's nigga on every suitcase
YM nigga, it's a new day
We the champions, nigga hooray
Hammer in the Loui'd up
Take the nigga's bitch, she give me brains until I knew enough
Will it come too fast to adjust
I don't give a f*ck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and the coupe sped up
Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm weezy F. and the f is for flame
Eat these rappers and chef up the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat, the beat is slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame
He killin everybody's song
Versatile as f*ck, I switch it up like in this rhyming dumb
No homo rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam
Now you won't know what I'll be on
Get off my dick, my cock,my bone
Big money, my pockets long
New Orleans I got my home
And they got my back, pause
No homo no mighty comb
Smokin on that private grown
It put me where I belong
All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella provolone
F*ck her for an hour long
Let her take a shower, go
Sorry baby but I'm in my "I don't wanna be bothered zone"
Yeah, you're a groupie
Get on your duty
Two women give me head, call it two faced
Bitch I'm two great
Take your food tray
I was born on dooms-day
Ain't no nigga like me
Wassup to my gang
Big B's like a brightling
Take a nigga's bitch she ride dick like she's cycling
Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men
The f*ck you niggas wanna do?
No ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F. the f is for f*ck what you're going through
Make your people mourn you
Okay let's do it
And now I got my feet up
Tune in this bitch
Tell my niggas throw them b's up
Doin what the f*ck I want
Hate me all the f*ck you want
Real niggas f*ck with me and I don't give a f*ck who don't
Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, f*ck
Present infarerary and I ain't in no rush
Drink till I throw up
Nigga roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man I gotta go pro once
Hit em with the shotgun
Call that shit the stock butt
Call me doctor carta
Aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga
AK click clack Pow nigga
F*ckin with the kid you'll be missin like balile nigga
Yeah, swagga stupid
Pack a Uzi
Twenty clips nigga, that's a movie
Aim at your toupee
You sweet as kool-aid
Cr??mbrule
I'm sharp as blu-ray
I f*ck her today
Then she gotta skate,young lupe
I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher
I keep the twos on me, nigga screw face
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
LV's nigga on every suitcase
YM nigga, it's a new day
We the champions, nigga hooray
Hammer in the Loui'd up
Take the nigga's bitch, she give me brains until I knew enough
Will it come too fast to adjust
I don't give a f*ck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and the coupe sped up
Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm weezy F. and the f is for flame
Eat these rappers and chef up the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat, the beat is slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame
He killin everybody's song
Versatile as f*ck, I switch it up like in this rhyming dumb
No homo rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam
Now you won't know what I'll be on
Get off my dick, my cock,my bone
Big money, my pockets long
New Orleans I got my home
And they got my back, pause
No homo no mighty comb
Smokin on that private grown
It put me where I belong
All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella provolone
F*ck her for an hour long
Let her take a shower, go
Sorry baby but I'm in my "I don't wanna be bothered zone"
Yeah, you're a groupie
Get on your duty
Two women give me head, call it two faced
Bitch I'm two great
Take your food tray
I was born on dooms-day
Ain't no nigga like me
Wassup to my gang
Big B's like a brightling
Take a nigga's bitch she ride dick like she's cycling
Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men
The f*ck you niggas wanna do?
No ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F. the f is for f*ck what you're going through
Make your people mourn you
Okay let's do it
Writer: Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Dreams
Turn the music down in my headphones, (yeah) that noise in the background thats my skateboard...that nigga Mack crazy..
I put my shooters on they feet
I just give em' yo address and go to sleep
The money turn my niggas into monsters
The white don' turned my niggas into Nazi's lord
The money turn my face into a stocking
Don't make me Turn yo baby to a hostage boyyy
Don't make me turn the kid to a Foster
My Woman turn my dick into a mazda lord
Body ports in the duffel, the bullets turn your body to a puzzle
The money turn my bitch into a monster she know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma lord
The money turn my niggas into killas
The sugar turned the cocaine to Vanilla
The money turned the bitches into hoes
The money turned my niggas into foes lord...
I put my shooters on they feet
Give em' yo address and I go out to eat
Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
She from the hood but look like she from overseas
I say "Girl you know I Love You and I care for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
She say "F*ck these other niggas they ain't half of ya
Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
I got a stay at home Gun and a Travel gun
Boy we can sell white in Africa
It's like I can't explain, yall asked me to spit
Now I'm drooling on my chain what happened to Wayne?
I'm like hold up wait a second, yall thought I was second?
Hating on a champ throwing salt and not confetti
We pull up and we shoot then we park the car and at it
Watch me pull up with no roof that's cause I walk the dog and pet it,
I'm like hold up wait a minute yall thought I was finished?
Shoot you in your head then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch I'm like a smart bone with the digits, Bitch!
Riding round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to yo block it's the f*cking other way around
My bitch say I'm too wild she don't even know why she stay around
I get home and I dick her down now she talking bout' exchange the vows
If these bullets was paint balls I could f*ck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I pimpin' the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out
I bring Wine to Amy House we smoke it out and we drank it out,
and talk about these pussy niggas that ain't about what Wayne about
I'm hanging out a mussane without a brain is outta his mind
I pull over I push a button it change like Optimus Prime
Speaking of change it's a shame how these lames dropping them dimes
We aim at your grape knock it off now you just Vines
Blood Gang red rain on these niggas hot if you dry
My gang top of the line yelling out "Squad Take it outside!"
Imma tax player, imma Axe player, getting in through the back wayer,
Red double to the Blue collar unenvelope black mail
Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my package
My white girls say "Yeah nigga" my white homies act blackish
Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
Should've been in N.W.A. f*ck the police, 5-0 and 12
One time If you don't mind bitch, never say nevermind bitch
You a penny short of a dime bitch no nonsense outta nonsense [?] that was non bitch, Yeah!
Born to murder bank account on fat bustin' out the girdle
Tellem boys and nothing sweet it's sauerkraut Ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans from Mardi Gras on Bourbon
Like oh lord! Humphrey Bogart
It's a bird it's a plane, it's a crowbar
For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard...
Ak-47 spitting flame like a blow torch
Sorry 4 The Wait
I put my shooters on they feet
I just give em' yo address and go to sleep
The money turn my niggas into monsters
The white don' turned my niggas into Nazi's lord
The money turn my face into a stocking
Don't make me Turn yo baby to a hostage boyyy
Don't make me turn the kid to a Foster
My Woman turn my dick into a mazda lord
Body ports in the duffel, the bullets turn your body to a puzzle
The money turn my bitch into a monster she know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma lord
The money turn my niggas into killas
The sugar turned the cocaine to Vanilla
The money turned the bitches into hoes
The money turned my niggas into foes lord...
I put my shooters on they feet
Give em' yo address and I go out to eat
Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
She from the hood but look like she from overseas
I say "Girl you know I Love You and I care for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
She say "F*ck these other niggas they ain't half of ya
Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
I got a stay at home Gun and a Travel gun
Boy we can sell white in Africa
It's like I can't explain, yall asked me to spit
Now I'm drooling on my chain what happened to Wayne?
I'm like hold up wait a second, yall thought I was second?
Hating on a champ throwing salt and not confetti
We pull up and we shoot then we park the car and at it
Watch me pull up with no roof that's cause I walk the dog and pet it,
I'm like hold up wait a minute yall thought I was finished?
Shoot you in your head then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch I'm like a smart bone with the digits, Bitch!
Riding round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to yo block it's the f*cking other way around
My bitch say I'm too wild she don't even know why she stay around
I get home and I dick her down now she talking bout' exchange the vows
If these bullets was paint balls I could f*ck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I pimpin' the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out
I bring Wine to Amy House we smoke it out and we drank it out,
and talk about these pussy niggas that ain't about what Wayne about
I'm hanging out a mussane without a brain is outta his mind
I pull over I push a button it change like Optimus Prime
Speaking of change it's a shame how these lames dropping them dimes
We aim at your grape knock it off now you just Vines
Blood Gang red rain on these niggas hot if you dry
My gang top of the line yelling out "Squad Take it outside!"
Imma tax player, imma Axe player, getting in through the back wayer,
Red double to the Blue collar unenvelope black mail
Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my package
My white girls say "Yeah nigga" my white homies act blackish
Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
Should've been in N.W.A. f*ck the police, 5-0 and 12
One time If you don't mind bitch, never say nevermind bitch
You a penny short of a dime bitch no nonsense outta nonsense [?] that was non bitch, Yeah!
Born to murder bank account on fat bustin' out the girdle
Tellem boys and nothing sweet it's sauerkraut Ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans from Mardi Gras on Bourbon
Like oh lord! Humphrey Bogart
It's a bird it's a plane, it's a crowbar
For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard...
Ak-47 spitting flame like a blow torch
Sorry 4 The Wait
Writer: BEYONCE KNOWLES, J. SCHEFFER, JAMES SCHEFFER, RICHARD BUTLER, RICO LOVE, WAYNE WILKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stop Playin With Me
(Chill Stump on the beat)
Ooh, I got a plus sized model
But she my lil' mama
I make her bust it open for me like a piñata
And as the world turns, she was my spin doctor
'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden
I know that times changed, I don't think I've changed
I changed my mind a bunch of times, but that's just mind games
Baby stop playing with me
Do I look like I'm playing with you?
I was running from myself, and that's just who I ran into
Closed my eyes last night, and had a dream I was dying, when I woke up, I was surprised
And I hate surprises
I hate to love, that love to hate
But when it's all synchronizin'
It feel just like the flames have died up in this cold state of mind
Promethazine tranquilizers as I say my goodbyes
Paid them no mind, and as I wait for my receipt
I just got my face tatted and it felt orgasming
I got on a straitjacket, then it must me Fashion Week
I just look like this, hoe, don't be comparing me
Shit is so embarrassing, low-key flattering
They rather battle royale, way before they battle me
Long live my skateboard and rest in peace to Adam Z
Motherf*cker stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch it's been a long time
For a long time, time sure flies but its on a long flight
No I don't need air time, 'cause I got hang time
You think its play time?
Well bitch it's game time, and you gon' stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, stop playing with me
Ouu, I've been feeling like a, killer since the diapers
I've been feeling like a, hitter since the minors
Sticky icky like a, itsy bitsy spider
They say to be or not to be
Bitch I'm indecisive
I'm in the building like the, interior designer
You in your feelings like a, bitch when she get her cycle
Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch, I'm yelling please don't wife her
Dwayne Carter, niggas wanna be the DC sniper
Motherf*cker I'm thuggin' on the low
I'm ballin' on the high
I'm f*ckin' on the floor
She can crawl but can't hide
I'm Bloodin' with my bros
Goin' hard with my slimes
It ain't nothin' to a GOAT, but the roar of a lion
Jungle book hoe, its another book show
No car keys needed, button push, go
We gon' ghost ride in the whip, and she believe in ghosts
I'm a snow plow on that bitch until she freezing cold
She gon' slope style on the dick until she eat the snow
Put my foot down in this bitch, these nigga twinkle toes
Nigga, sit down, you a bitch, I heard your seat unfold
Way up in the nose bleeds, hold your head back, squeeze your nose
Nigga, stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
It's been a long time, a long time, long, long time since she loved me long time
Told her stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
No, I don't need air time, 'cause I got hang time
You think it's play time?
Well then it's game time, you gon' stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, yes, I've been on time
For a long time, and time sure flies, but it's on a long flight
And you gon' stop playing with me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, I got a plus sized model
But she my lil' mama
I make her bust it open for me like a piñata
And as the world turns, she was my spin doctor
'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden
I know that times changed, I don't think I've changed
I changed my mind a bunch of times, but that's just mind games
Baby stop playing with me
Do I look like I'm playing with you?
I was running from myself, and that's just who I ran into
Closed my eyes last night, and had a dream I was dying, when I woke up, I was surprised
And I hate surprises
I hate to love, that love to hate
But when it's all synchronizin'
It feel just like the flames have died up in this cold state of mind
Promethazine tranquilizers as I say my goodbyes
Paid them no mind, and as I wait for my receipt
I just got my face tatted and it felt orgasming
I got on a straitjacket, then it must me Fashion Week
I just look like this, hoe, don't be comparing me
Shit is so embarrassing, low-key flattering
They rather battle royale, way before they battle me
Long live my skateboard and rest in peace to Adam Z
Motherf*cker stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch it's been a long time
For a long time, time sure flies but its on a long flight
No I don't need air time, 'cause I got hang time
You think its play time?
Well bitch it's game time, and you gon' stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, stop playing with me
Ouu, I've been feeling like a, killer since the diapers
I've been feeling like a, hitter since the minors
Sticky icky like a, itsy bitsy spider
They say to be or not to be
Bitch I'm indecisive
I'm in the building like the, interior designer
You in your feelings like a, bitch when she get her cycle
Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch, I'm yelling please don't wife her
Dwayne Carter, niggas wanna be the DC sniper
Motherf*cker I'm thuggin' on the low
I'm ballin' on the high
I'm f*ckin' on the floor
She can crawl but can't hide
I'm Bloodin' with my bros
Goin' hard with my slimes
It ain't nothin' to a GOAT, but the roar of a lion
Jungle book hoe, its another book show
No car keys needed, button push, go
We gon' ghost ride in the whip, and she believe in ghosts
I'm a snow plow on that bitch until she freezing cold
She gon' slope style on the dick until she eat the snow
Put my foot down in this bitch, these nigga twinkle toes
Nigga, sit down, you a bitch, I heard your seat unfold
Way up in the nose bleeds, hold your head back, squeeze your nose
Nigga, stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
It's been a long time, a long time, long, long time since she loved me long time
Told her stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
No, I don't need air time, 'cause I got hang time
You think it's play time?
Well then it's game time, you gon' stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, yes, I've been on time
For a long time, and time sure flies, but it's on a long flight
And you gon' stop playing with me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Jonathan Rivera, Marco Rodriguez, Marquan Shumpert-Reid
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Clap For Em
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
Girl, take that cash from them ball players
Yeah, lemme see you make that pussy open-close
For some Gucci open-toes and some OVOs
I hit it like a bullet hole, leave that pussy swole
You lookin' like a pot of gold on that silver pole
Clap, encore, pussy lips, drum roll
Make that pearl tongue go (rrrr)
Round of applause, make a round of applause
Bounce for your boy, up and down, bungee cord
One cheek at a time, girl, you asinine
Left, right, right, left, girl, I can't decide
Uh, bae just got off work, lemme pop a Perc
Garbage bag full of ones, don't know what she worth
I'ma f*ck her 'til she squirt, then she go to church
Clap it like a choir
(Oh, yes, hoes)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Take, take that cash, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
She just got a fake ass, it be soft later
Don't take that trash from them heart-breakers
Take, take that cash (Jahlil Beats, holla at me)
Hold up, shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause, make that ass)
Wobble-dickwobble, lil' mama ass is colossal
Give me head like a bobble head, bobble-di-bobble
Then she gobble and gargle and swallow until I'm hollow
She gon' do it for the culture, then go viral and viral (woo)
Viral and viral, ooh, viral and viral
Pull that grande out my pants and grind it like Ariana
Grind it like Ariana, grind it like marijuana
I make her holla like a virgin Madonna, go soprano
Call me Kurt Cocaine, wilin' like I'm Nirvana
I eat it like a piranha, she got a tongue like iguana
She wear her hair like E. Honda, a birthday suit for pajamas
I'm only here 'til mañana, she say, "No hable España"
I say for shit sho' make that shit go pa-pa-pa-pa- like my pistol
Bitch, go sicko on my pickle, my lollipop, my Popsicle
This Y-M-O-N-E Beno, I been poppin' since my demo
Shout out Pluto, this that N.O., make that ass clap like some cymbals, ow
(Rrrr)
(Oh, yes, hoes)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
You got a fake ass, it be soft later (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
You got a fake ass, it be soft later (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
Girl, take that cash from them ball players
Yeah, lemme see you make that pussy open-close
For some Gucci open-toes and some OVOs
I hit it like a bullet hole, leave that pussy swole
You lookin' like a pot of gold on that silver pole
Clap, encore, pussy lips, drum roll
Make that pearl tongue go (rrrr)
Round of applause, make a round of applause
Bounce for your boy, up and down, bungee cord
One cheek at a time, girl, you asinine
Left, right, right, left, girl, I can't decide
Uh, bae just got off work, lemme pop a Perc
Garbage bag full of ones, don't know what she worth
I'ma f*ck her 'til she squirt, then she go to church
Clap it like a choir
(Oh, yes, hoes)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Take, take that cash, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
She just got a fake ass, it be soft later
Don't take that trash from them heart-breakers
Take, take that cash (Jahlil Beats, holla at me)
Hold up, shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause, make that ass)
Wobble-dickwobble, lil' mama ass is colossal
Give me head like a bobble head, bobble-di-bobble
Then she gobble and gargle and swallow until I'm hollow
She gon' do it for the culture, then go viral and viral (woo)
Viral and viral, ooh, viral and viral
Pull that grande out my pants and grind it like Ariana
Grind it like Ariana, grind it like marijuana
I make her holla like a virgin Madonna, go soprano
Call me Kurt Cocaine, wilin' like I'm Nirvana
I eat it like a piranha, she got a tongue like iguana
She wear her hair like E. Honda, a birthday suit for pajamas
I'm only here 'til mañana, she say, "No hable España"
I say for shit sho' make that shit go pa-pa-pa-pa- like my pistol
Bitch, go sicko on my pickle, my lollipop, my Popsicle
This Y-M-O-N-E Beno, I been poppin' since my demo
Shout out Pluto, this that N.O., make that ass clap like some cymbals, ow
(Rrrr)
(Oh, yes, hoes)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
You got a fake ass, it be soft later (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
You got a fake ass, it be soft later (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Writer: Derrick Milano, Desmond Peterson, Dewayne Carter, Kenneth Jr. Hurst, Orlando Jahlil Tucker, Orville Erwin Hall, Phillip Glen Price, Ronald M. Jr. Ferebee
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bing James
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank
Gang gang
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang
Strong, strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames
Big crown on lil' nigga, Bing James
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game
Okay, red team, (yeah) lit up like a light beam
Sipping ice cream, (yeah) dripping like some Visine
Since Spike Lee, (yeah) I've been doing the right thing
Take my dirty money, (yeah) and teach it about hygiene
That banana blip, (blip) aiming at a rapper lip
'Cause he captain cap, (cap) we call 'em Colin Kapernick
This ain't no rapping shit (oh no)
We wrap your ass and wrap it quick
I don't be actin' lit, I'm on too much Actavis
I'm reppin' Blood gang
Put some Molly on her motherf*cking tongue ring (yeah)
Birkin bag for her baby, that was chump change (yeah)
Red carpet on the concrete, that's a blood stain (yeah)
Yeah, drove off screaming, "Gang gang" (huh)
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (huh, huh)
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (huh, huh)
Strong, strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (huh, huh)
Big crown on lil' nigga, Bing James (yeah, yeah)
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (yeah, yeah)
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (yeah, yeah)
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game (east side)
Motion picture shit
At you with my.40 Glock
When I'm on my savage shit
Bodies on that black top
Weapons in the stash box
Keep a couple lamb chops
All we serve is hearses, you don't get no ambulance ride
All we know is big B's, yeah, you know, that's gang, gang
This ain't what you want, you don't wanna lose your brain, brain
Been focused on this bag now, yeah, we from the projects (yeah)
We got that PTSD like some Vietnam vets
Miss me with that bullshit, I'm just tryna make a play
White Lamborghini truck, bitches call it yola-yay
Sharp as razor blades, Smith N Wesson in my breakaway
Peep the different shit from behind these Aviator shades
Gang gang (yeah)
Rose gold Richard Mille, plain Jane (yeah)
Two twin blickers, yeah, ying-yang (yeah)
Strong, strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (strong, strong)
Big crown on, nigga, Bing James (crown)
Bust down glowin', nigga, Bling James (woo)
Bust down froze, nigga, freeze frame
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Drove off screaming, "Gang gang"
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang
Strong, strong weed, like nigga Ving Rhames
Big crown on lil' nigga, Bing James
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Freeze frame (mula, brazy)
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank
Gang gang
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang
Strong, strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames
Big crown on lil' nigga, Bing James
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game
Okay, red team, (yeah) lit up like a light beam
Sipping ice cream, (yeah) dripping like some Visine
Since Spike Lee, (yeah) I've been doing the right thing
Take my dirty money, (yeah) and teach it about hygiene
That banana blip, (blip) aiming at a rapper lip
'Cause he captain cap, (cap) we call 'em Colin Kapernick
This ain't no rapping shit (oh no)
We wrap your ass and wrap it quick
I don't be actin' lit, I'm on too much Actavis
I'm reppin' Blood gang
Put some Molly on her motherf*cking tongue ring (yeah)
Birkin bag for her baby, that was chump change (yeah)
Red carpet on the concrete, that's a blood stain (yeah)
Yeah, drove off screaming, "Gang gang" (huh)
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (huh, huh)
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (huh, huh)
Strong, strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (huh, huh)
Big crown on lil' nigga, Bing James (yeah, yeah)
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (yeah, yeah)
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (yeah, yeah)
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game (east side)
Motion picture shit
At you with my.40 Glock
When I'm on my savage shit
Bodies on that black top
Weapons in the stash box
Keep a couple lamb chops
All we serve is hearses, you don't get no ambulance ride
All we know is big B's, yeah, you know, that's gang, gang
This ain't what you want, you don't wanna lose your brain, brain
Been focused on this bag now, yeah, we from the projects (yeah)
We got that PTSD like some Vietnam vets
Miss me with that bullshit, I'm just tryna make a play
White Lamborghini truck, bitches call it yola-yay
Sharp as razor blades, Smith N Wesson in my breakaway
Peep the different shit from behind these Aviator shades
Gang gang (yeah)
Rose gold Richard Mille, plain Jane (yeah)
Two twin blickers, yeah, ying-yang (yeah)
Strong, strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (strong, strong)
Big crown on, nigga, Bing James (crown)
Bust down glowin', nigga, Bling James (woo)
Bust down froze, nigga, freeze frame
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Drove off screaming, "Gang gang"
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang
Strong, strong weed, like nigga Ving Rhames
Big crown on lil' nigga, Bing James
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Freeze frame (mula, brazy)
Writer: Bijan Amirkhani, Dwayne Carter, Johnny Reed McKinzie
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Not Me
[Paparue]
Original roughnecks, hear {laughing}
Check!
[Chorus: x2]
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
[Lil' Wayne]
Look, it's little rhymecholy
Legendary like "bymolly"
17 ward superstar, feel me
I tell ya, shorty million dollar, nigga
Don't test, cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my click behind me, every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with the pump, with your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound, I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown, and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiosity kills
Send chills up my trigga finger, blast the dummy
'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have the money
Take tha hit, even if it's below the average money
Got to make it through the week, and feed my family uppy
I'm just a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can suck what
The price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what, what
[Chorus: x2]
[Mannie Fresh]
What, what
What, you think I'm scared, cause of the threats that you sendin' me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you tellin' people 'bout the people you done
But look, every time I brought me to ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight, now that's not right!
Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo
I don't know, what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken, ride ta Texas and back
I drive the rental car while you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold, sell they soul
Treat'cha like Chicago in the winter, ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and Calicos
Keep a clean nose
And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes
[Chorus]
Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) (no)
(What? What?)
Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!)
(What? What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) (For real!)
[Baby]
Nigga outta line, get smoked
I don't kidd, or joke
F*ckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
I don't play with these niggas
I get, low down and dirty
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha ground
I'm the number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four niggas in your hood in my hummer
I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change
[B.G.]
Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, the price the same
[Baby]
My money long, but it don't run with the airport
I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos love my grill, hos love my crib
[B.G.]
These hos just love the way that, Baby live
[Baby]
But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some taps
Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back
You don't want funk with me, I don't think you do, nigga
[B.G.]
We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew
[Baby]
What!
[Chorus: x4]
Original roughnecks, hear {laughing}
Check!
[Chorus: x2]
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
[Lil' Wayne]
Look, it's little rhymecholy
Legendary like "bymolly"
17 ward superstar, feel me
I tell ya, shorty million dollar, nigga
Don't test, cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my click behind me, every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with the pump, with your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound, I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown, and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiosity kills
Send chills up my trigga finger, blast the dummy
'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have the money
Take tha hit, even if it's below the average money
Got to make it through the week, and feed my family uppy
I'm just a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can suck what
The price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what, what
[Chorus: x2]
[Mannie Fresh]
What, what
What, you think I'm scared, cause of the threats that you sendin' me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you tellin' people 'bout the people you done
But look, every time I brought me to ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight, now that's not right!
Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo
I don't know, what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken, ride ta Texas and back
I drive the rental car while you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold, sell they soul
Treat'cha like Chicago in the winter, ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and Calicos
Keep a clean nose
And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes
[Chorus]
Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) (no)
(What? What?)
Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!)
(What? What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) (For real!)
[Baby]
Nigga outta line, get smoked
I don't kidd, or joke
F*ckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
I don't play with these niggas
I get, low down and dirty
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha ground
I'm the number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four niggas in your hood in my hummer
I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change
[B.G.]
Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, the price the same
[Baby]
My money long, but it don't run with the airport
I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos love my grill, hos love my crib
[B.G.]
These hos just love the way that, Baby live
[Baby]
But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some taps
Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back
You don't want funk with me, I don't think you do, nigga
[B.G.]
We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew
[Baby]
What!
[Chorus: x4]
Writer: Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Trust Nobody
I don't trust nobody, not my lovers not my friends
I don't make no promises 'cause I know just how they'll end
I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself
If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me"
I've been lookin' for some love but it ain't lookin' for me
It's why she bite her tongue, when she tell me that pussy for me
I've been lookin' at the cross and it look like a tee
Two fingers, I keep 'em crossed, I can't be lookin' for peace
I've been lookin' at the stars and they don't glisten for me
I've been lookin' in the mirror, he don't listen to me, yeah
If I die before I wake (yeah)
Pray the Lord, my soul to take (uh)
I lost count of my mistakes (shit)
At least I learned along the way
And I don't trust nobody (nobody), not my lovers not my friends
I don't make no promises (no promises) 'cause I know just how they'll end
And I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else (nobody else)
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself
If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
You gon' find a bunch of motherf*ckers lookin' like me
I ain't ever lookin' back because the light always green
Safe to say I lost my way but I never lost the lead
Safe to say I lost the breaks but I never lost the speed
Wakey-wake, I lost some sleep but I never lost the dream
If you out there at the crossroads lookin' for me
You gon' find me with my eyes closed lookin' for grief
If I die before I wake (yeah)
Pray the Lord, my soul to take (uh)
I lost count of my mistakes
At least I learned along the way
I don't trust nobody, not my lovers not my friends
I don't make no promises 'cause I know just how they'll end
I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself, yeah
If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me," f*ck
I don't make no promises 'cause I know just how they'll end
I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself
If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me"
I've been lookin' for some love but it ain't lookin' for me
It's why she bite her tongue, when she tell me that pussy for me
I've been lookin' at the cross and it look like a tee
Two fingers, I keep 'em crossed, I can't be lookin' for peace
I've been lookin' at the stars and they don't glisten for me
I've been lookin' in the mirror, he don't listen to me, yeah
If I die before I wake (yeah)
Pray the Lord, my soul to take (uh)
I lost count of my mistakes (shit)
At least I learned along the way
And I don't trust nobody (nobody), not my lovers not my friends
I don't make no promises (no promises) 'cause I know just how they'll end
And I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else (nobody else)
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself
If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
You gon' find a bunch of motherf*ckers lookin' like me
I ain't ever lookin' back because the light always green
Safe to say I lost my way but I never lost the lead
Safe to say I lost the breaks but I never lost the speed
Wakey-wake, I lost some sleep but I never lost the dream
If you out there at the crossroads lookin' for me
You gon' find me with my eyes closed lookin' for grief
If I die before I wake (yeah)
Pray the Lord, my soul to take (uh)
I lost count of my mistakes
At least I learned along the way
I don't trust nobody, not my lovers not my friends
I don't make no promises 'cause I know just how they'll end
I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself, yeah
If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me," f*ck
Writer: Adam Noah Levine, Ben Diehl, Brandon Hamlin, Dwayne Carter, Jacob Kasher Hindlin, Jake Torrey, Michael Matosic, Ryan Ogren
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Know You Know
Lil' mama not no thief, she not no thief
Steal a show, she still a hoe, yeah
She steal a show, she still a hoe
Yeah, ha
Tony
Check the vernacular
It ain't no room, so she lapping up
Shawty a blood, and I'm Dracula
In a Tom Ford and I'm blacking up
In a Maybach and I'm backing up
Either protect or attacking us
I just might buy her a Acura
Tell her to drive it to Africa
This how a rich nigga take the trash out
But I'm not a janitor
I'm an ex drug dealer
Get a rush when the egg sizzle
Pocket full of dead people
She mine, I don't share people
If the feds watch me they can see how many times I done fed people
I hit, but I can't date you baby
You on the side, like a baked potato
A lil' crazy, I don't wanna change you
If you a car, I would candy paint you
That's a bar, that's an indicator
Deep breath, hyperventilation
Shorty gon' share that throat (dope)
She got the best, let's vote
And nigga, if you know your hoe
That hoe a hoe
You know that hoe gon' hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
Still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
If you know you know, that hoe a hoe
That hoe is still gon' hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
She still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
Shorty not a thief, but steal a show, but she still a hoe
I'm a need a million dollar bitch, and a million more
She know I'm a million dollar nigga, with a million hoes
Chillin' way up in my condominium on the millionth floor
She say that these niggas broke, they make her sick, she healing slow
She say she sick and tired of being sick and tired like Mystikal
I got cash from years ago
I ball 'til my Achilles tore
You say you stackin' money to the roof, lil' boy, your ceiling low
She been catching feelings, though
Well all my bitches like Siri, though
I don't believe in no miracles
She swallow my bacterial
I f*cked your hoe, conduct your hoe
You don't believe it, there's video
That ain't your hoe, that was your hoe
She just a hoe, she been a hoe
And nigga, if you know your hoe
That hoe a hoe
You know that hoe gon' hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
Still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
If you know you know, that hoe a hoe
You know that hoe gon' hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
Still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
Lil' mama not no thief, (she not no thief) she not no thief
Steal a show, but she still a hoe, yeah
She steal a show, but she still a hoe, yeah
I just might buy her a Acura
Tell her to drive it to Africa (what?)
Steal a show, she still a hoe, yeah
She steal a show, she still a hoe
Yeah, ha
Tony
Check the vernacular
It ain't no room, so she lapping up
Shawty a blood, and I'm Dracula
In a Tom Ford and I'm blacking up
In a Maybach and I'm backing up
Either protect or attacking us
I just might buy her a Acura
Tell her to drive it to Africa
This how a rich nigga take the trash out
But I'm not a janitor
I'm an ex drug dealer
Get a rush when the egg sizzle
Pocket full of dead people
She mine, I don't share people
If the feds watch me they can see how many times I done fed people
I hit, but I can't date you baby
You on the side, like a baked potato
A lil' crazy, I don't wanna change you
If you a car, I would candy paint you
That's a bar, that's an indicator
Deep breath, hyperventilation
Shorty gon' share that throat (dope)
She got the best, let's vote
And nigga, if you know your hoe
That hoe a hoe
You know that hoe gon' hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
Still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
If you know you know, that hoe a hoe
That hoe is still gon' hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
She still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
Shorty not a thief, but steal a show, but she still a hoe
I'm a need a million dollar bitch, and a million more
She know I'm a million dollar nigga, with a million hoes
Chillin' way up in my condominium on the millionth floor
She say that these niggas broke, they make her sick, she healing slow
She say she sick and tired of being sick and tired like Mystikal
I got cash from years ago
I ball 'til my Achilles tore
You say you stackin' money to the roof, lil' boy, your ceiling low
She been catching feelings, though
Well all my bitches like Siri, though
I don't believe in no miracles
She swallow my bacterial
I f*cked your hoe, conduct your hoe
You don't believe it, there's video
That ain't your hoe, that was your hoe
She just a hoe, she been a hoe
And nigga, if you know your hoe
That hoe a hoe
You know that hoe gon' hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
Still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
If you know you know, that hoe a hoe
You know that hoe gon' hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
Still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
Lil' mama not no thief, (she not no thief) she not no thief
Steal a show, but she still a hoe, yeah
She steal a show, but she still a hoe, yeah
I just might buy her a Acura
Tell her to drive it to Africa (what?)
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Javar Rockamore, Theodore Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wild Dogs
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, I'm
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'ma, bitch, I'ma ball and
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri f*ckin' Alexa
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (rrr)
Fresh out the pot, boy, bitch, I'm a hot boy
Red ass dot, boy, duh-duh-duh-dot boy
Shoot every spot, boy, back, chest, top, boy
Shoot out like cowboys, Dak Prescott, boy
Percs get popped, boy, yes I'm a hostage
Xanny get popped too, that's for my conscience
Addy get popped too, now I'm a zombie
Muscle relaxant, that's for my posture
I'ma do acid, now I'm obnoxious
Sip cotton candy, pop Oxycontin
Hold you for ransom, now you the hostage
Call up your family, give 'em the options
Tell 'em to cash it, put 'em in boxes
Do not deal with 12 'cause you dealing' with monsters
If everything fail, then we killin' your mama
We all go to Hell but right now we on fire
I'm talkin' that shit, yeah
And I'm walkin' that shit like a dog in this bitch
That's your dog? He a bitch, yeah
He was barkin' and shit, now he eatin' his words
Tell 'em gargle and spit, don't be startin' no shit
When you start up in this, put your heart in my fist
Squeeze your heat 'til it squish, then I wash, not rinse
Give your daughter a kiss, then we slaughter that bitch
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'ma, bitch, I'ma ball and
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri f*ckin' Alexa
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dogs don't
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (rrr)
Whoa
All my dogs gon' slide, yeah, bust up in your home, yeah
Home sweet home inside, yeah, all my dogs is wild niggas
Saw your dog, goodbye, yeah
Pet Sematary, I got all your dogs inside, yeah
Yeah, y'all done lost y'all mind, yeah
And all my stars aligned, yeah
So all my dogs gon' shine, yeah
All my dogs and slimes, yeah
It's war like Vietnam, yeah
Throw that dog a bone, wait, that might be a bomb, damn
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'ma, bitch, I'ma ball and
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri f*ckin' Alexa
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dogs don't
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (rrr)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, I'm
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'ma, bitch, I'ma ball and
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri f*ckin' Alexa
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (rrr)
Fresh out the pot, boy, bitch, I'm a hot boy
Red ass dot, boy, duh-duh-duh-dot boy
Shoot every spot, boy, back, chest, top, boy
Shoot out like cowboys, Dak Prescott, boy
Percs get popped, boy, yes I'm a hostage
Xanny get popped too, that's for my conscience
Addy get popped too, now I'm a zombie
Muscle relaxant, that's for my posture
I'ma do acid, now I'm obnoxious
Sip cotton candy, pop Oxycontin
Hold you for ransom, now you the hostage
Call up your family, give 'em the options
Tell 'em to cash it, put 'em in boxes
Do not deal with 12 'cause you dealing' with monsters
If everything fail, then we killin' your mama
We all go to Hell but right now we on fire
I'm talkin' that shit, yeah
And I'm walkin' that shit like a dog in this bitch
That's your dog? He a bitch, yeah
He was barkin' and shit, now he eatin' his words
Tell 'em gargle and spit, don't be startin' no shit
When you start up in this, put your heart in my fist
Squeeze your heat 'til it squish, then I wash, not rinse
Give your daughter a kiss, then we slaughter that bitch
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'ma, bitch, I'ma ball and
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri f*ckin' Alexa
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dogs don't
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (rrr)
Whoa
All my dogs gon' slide, yeah, bust up in your home, yeah
Home sweet home inside, yeah, all my dogs is wild niggas
Saw your dog, goodbye, yeah
Pet Sematary, I got all your dogs inside, yeah
Yeah, y'all done lost y'all mind, yeah
And all my stars aligned, yeah
So all my dogs gon' shine, yeah
All my dogs and slimes, yeah
It's war like Vietnam, yeah
Throw that dog a bone, wait, that might be a bomb, damn
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'ma, bitch, I'ma ball and
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri f*ckin' Alexa
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dogs don't
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (rrr)
Writer: Dwayne Carter, John Fitch
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Harden
No cap
She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason
She don't want a reason, she don't wanna see me
She don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin'
My heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the Reaper, he put me on speaker
He told me to keep you
I know I ain't perfect, I shouldn't need to work on it
A nigga been workin', I know you uncertain
You ride for me and I drive you crazy
I know I've been swervin', I know you've been nervous
I know I've been reckless, now you all heartless
And I was all worthless, I don't deserve it
You don't deserve this, I turned a blessin' into a burden
I'm really sorry, I know it don't fix it
A nigga been wishin', that I could reverse it
I know it don't help it, I know I look selfish
And looks are deceiving, but you lookin' further
And you lookin' past me, I'm just a has been
How did this happen? What is the current?
Where's your endurance?
You actin' like you've never been in love, like you just a tourist
Shit was the purest, 'til you got curious
You know that love don't come with insurance
I blame the juries who put me on trial
They was sick of your smile, now we just cured 'em
That got me furious, people that knew of us
Tell me "They sorry", I said "That made two of us"
Wonder what ruined 'em
Wonder how beautiful you look at your wedding when I'm at my funeral
Goddamn
(Love me or leave me)
Love me or leave me
(Let me go my own way)
She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason
She don't want a reason, she don't wanna see me
She don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin'
My heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the Reaper, he put me on speaker
He told me to keep you
I tried to call, but I couldn't reach you
You blocked my number
I feel like, James Harden, you block my jumper, goddamn
Who you lovin', who you wanna be f*ckin'?
Since it ain't me, just tell that homie he lucky
I'm lonely for nothing', I'm starin'' at the phone and the button
To call em' to come in
I'm starin' at the walls I been punchin' these walls, did me nothin'
I'm thinkin' 'bout the ball I've been fumblin'
When stars were abundant
This shit happened and all of the sudden
The toilet start flushin'
Try to avoid the confrontin', the joy, the consumption
Where outside noises seduction, it's harder to function
Look up at the angels, they hoverin', they show me the light
They told me that I know that I'm wrong, but I don't know what's right
Goddamn
(Love me) You must hate me (or leave me)
Love me or leave me
(Let me go my own way)
She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason
She don't want a reason, she don't wanna see me
She don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin'
My heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the Reaper, he put me on speaker
He told me to keep you
So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya
You blocked my number
I feel like, James Harden, you block my jumper, goddamn
Funeral
She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason
She don't want a reason, she don't wanna see me
She don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin'
My heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the Reaper, he put me on speaker
He told me to keep you
I know I ain't perfect, I shouldn't need to work on it
A nigga been workin', I know you uncertain
You ride for me and I drive you crazy
I know I've been swervin', I know you've been nervous
I know I've been reckless, now you all heartless
And I was all worthless, I don't deserve it
You don't deserve this, I turned a blessin' into a burden
I'm really sorry, I know it don't fix it
A nigga been wishin', that I could reverse it
I know it don't help it, I know I look selfish
And looks are deceiving, but you lookin' further
And you lookin' past me, I'm just a has been
How did this happen? What is the current?
Where's your endurance?
You actin' like you've never been in love, like you just a tourist
Shit was the purest, 'til you got curious
You know that love don't come with insurance
I blame the juries who put me on trial
They was sick of your smile, now we just cured 'em
That got me furious, people that knew of us
Tell me "They sorry", I said "That made two of us"
Wonder what ruined 'em
Wonder how beautiful you look at your wedding when I'm at my funeral
Goddamn
(Love me or leave me)
Love me or leave me
(Let me go my own way)
She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason
She don't want a reason, she don't wanna see me
She don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin'
My heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the Reaper, he put me on speaker
He told me to keep you
I tried to call, but I couldn't reach you
You blocked my number
I feel like, James Harden, you block my jumper, goddamn
Who you lovin', who you wanna be f*ckin'?
Since it ain't me, just tell that homie he lucky
I'm lonely for nothing', I'm starin'' at the phone and the button
To call em' to come in
I'm starin' at the walls I been punchin' these walls, did me nothin'
I'm thinkin' 'bout the ball I've been fumblin'
When stars were abundant
This shit happened and all of the sudden
The toilet start flushin'
Try to avoid the confrontin', the joy, the consumption
Where outside noises seduction, it's harder to function
Look up at the angels, they hoverin', they show me the light
They told me that I know that I'm wrong, but I don't know what's right
Goddamn
(Love me) You must hate me (or leave me)
Love me or leave me
(Let me go my own way)
She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason
She don't want a reason, she don't wanna see me
She don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin'
My heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the Reaper, he put me on speaker
He told me to keep you
So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya
You blocked my number
I feel like, James Harden, you block my jumper, goddamn
Funeral
Writer: Donald Breedlove, Dwayne Carter, Napoleon Crayton, Nicholas Warwar, Tarik Azzouz
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Dont Sleep
Oh, yeah (CMB don't twistle it don't tangle it)
She looks like any other girl that I seen from place to place
But I know she not like any other girl
'cause I couldn't take my eyes off her
She had a cowboy hat (what else), a sun-greased tan
(what else), pants with the ass just right
Now I can tell that me and her are gonna make a baby,
baby tonight
I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
Now it's time to make my approach
'cause its all most 2'o clock (bling, bling)
But I gotta do it now 'cause I'ma get mine when I hit the parking lot
She said I know your name, I know what chu do not
impressed my the things you got (yeah right)
But I ain't gonna lie, yeah I wanna ride
So baby lick the spot
I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
She looks like any other girl
But not like any other girl
I can tell by when she looked at me
She wanted me, and it's not the green
Now I wanna make her mine (what)
I gonna waste no time (what)
I wanna know if you want me like I want you
(listen Weezy come on now)
Now as walk up in the club
It's real dark up in the club
But AND WHAT my diamonds still spark up in the club
I see a bid night in the corner
By midnight I'm a goner
So what your name is Sonya
(Spitting noise) bet I bone her
I'm going to get rid of this last bag of marijuana
So won't cha come outside with me
How bout chu take this ride with me
It's gravy so we hop in the no top, four dot
She fasten it like "ooh this car is so hot" she got
And we stopped over at the Ramada
And I got her to come out on that powder
And right jump on just swallow
And swallow and drain damn she wild
Make her trip out Lil' Wayne
Damn she loud, now
It's all over 'cause I'm finished with mine
I'ma tell her call tomorrow but then I be lying
But that's all in different baby
And pimpin' is me, hot boy Weezy-Wee what
I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she asking what I want it, how I want it
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
Look, Unplugged, Lil' Weezy
CMB doin' it one more time
You know from Philly to the N.O
Don't twistle it and tangle it
They don't understand, it's like the hottest of the hot
Don't get in the way, for real, yeah
She looks like any other girl that I seen from place to place
But I know she not like any other girl
'cause I couldn't take my eyes off her
She had a cowboy hat (what else), a sun-greased tan
(what else), pants with the ass just right
Now I can tell that me and her are gonna make a baby,
baby tonight
I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
Now it's time to make my approach
'cause its all most 2'o clock (bling, bling)
But I gotta do it now 'cause I'ma get mine when I hit the parking lot
She said I know your name, I know what chu do not
impressed my the things you got (yeah right)
But I ain't gonna lie, yeah I wanna ride
So baby lick the spot
I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
She looks like any other girl
But not like any other girl
I can tell by when she looked at me
She wanted me, and it's not the green
Now I wanna make her mine (what)
I gonna waste no time (what)
I wanna know if you want me like I want you
(listen Weezy come on now)
Now as walk up in the club
It's real dark up in the club
But AND WHAT my diamonds still spark up in the club
I see a bid night in the corner
By midnight I'm a goner
So what your name is Sonya
(Spitting noise) bet I bone her
I'm going to get rid of this last bag of marijuana
So won't cha come outside with me
How bout chu take this ride with me
It's gravy so we hop in the no top, four dot
She fasten it like "ooh this car is so hot" she got
And we stopped over at the Ramada
And I got her to come out on that powder
And right jump on just swallow
And swallow and drain damn she wild
Make her trip out Lil' Wayne
Damn she loud, now
It's all over 'cause I'm finished with mine
I'ma tell her call tomorrow but then I be lying
But that's all in different baby
And pimpin' is me, hot boy Weezy-Wee what
I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she asking what I want it, how I want it
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
Look, Unplugged, Lil' Weezy
CMB doin' it one more time
You know from Philly to the N.O
Don't twistle it and tangle it
They don't understand, it's like the hottest of the hot
Don't get in the way, for real, yeah
Writer: JIMMY EDWARD CARTER, SHERWIN CHRISTOPHER CHARLES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Sights And Silencers
(Ear Drummers)
Think that's it, ayy
I think that's it
You see the light
(Mike Will Made-It)
You see the light
Yeah
That's it
Beautiful soul
I'm surprised there's a body that could hold you
Lotus, I'm tryna talk her down, I need to focus
I'm flawless, you knew it in your heart
You are controlless
Just focus, on me
This love is dangerous
It should be locked away
Sights and silencers
You are the end of days
This kind of love is gon' tear up the world
This kind of love is gon' tear up the world
Beautiful lover (yeah)
I'm surprised there's a God that can judge you, yeah
(I'm surprised there's a God that can judge you)
Pink lotus, I been tryna pluck you better
Than the roses, yeah (than the roses)
Girl, I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded)
You know it in your heart, we are explosive (we are explosive)
She said, "Baby, just unload it" (yeah)
On me, yeah
This love is dangerous (this love is dangerous)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It should be locked away (should be locked away)
(Should be locked away, should be locked away)
Sights and silencers (sights and silencers)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You are the end of days
And this kind of love is gon' tear up the world
Yeah, yeah (oh, oh, oh, oh, tear up the world)
Tear up the world, yeah, this kind of love (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Tear up the world
Yeah, this kind of love is gon' tear up the world (oh)
Tear up the world
This kind of love
Think that's it, ayy
I think that's it
You see the light
(Mike Will Made-It)
You see the light
Yeah
That's it
Beautiful soul
I'm surprised there's a body that could hold you
Lotus, I'm tryna talk her down, I need to focus
I'm flawless, you knew it in your heart
You are controlless
Just focus, on me
This love is dangerous
It should be locked away
Sights and silencers
You are the end of days
This kind of love is gon' tear up the world
This kind of love is gon' tear up the world
Beautiful lover (yeah)
I'm surprised there's a God that can judge you, yeah
(I'm surprised there's a God that can judge you)
Pink lotus, I been tryna pluck you better
Than the roses, yeah (than the roses)
Girl, I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded)
You know it in your heart, we are explosive (we are explosive)
She said, "Baby, just unload it" (yeah)
On me, yeah
This love is dangerous (this love is dangerous)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It should be locked away (should be locked away)
(Should be locked away, should be locked away)
Sights and silencers (sights and silencers)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You are the end of days
And this kind of love is gon' tear up the world
Yeah, yeah (oh, oh, oh, oh, tear up the world)
Tear up the world, yeah, this kind of love (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Tear up the world
Yeah, this kind of love is gon' tear up the world (oh)
Tear up the world
This kind of love
Writer: Aaron Wesley Jackson, Dwayne Carter, Michael Len Williams, Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ball Hard
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Taught my bitches how to whip it
Now they whippin', fast learners
Chicken heads, whippin' chickens
I felt like a black colonel
Louis Vuitton, ballin' like Mr. Kareem Abdul-Jabaar
St. Laurent, I even had the green light
I blew the horn, c'mon c'mon
F*ck we waitin' on my nigga, move along
Grass is greener on the other side, I never do the lawn
Deepest water, see, The Carter made me feel like Peter Parker
Be a Dora, Double R her, treat her like Ford Explorer
See no evil, neither horror
My bitch eyes chinky Kamora
Run a mile like Jackie Joyner
Bitch should go read a thesaurus
Pretty Tony, Pretty Ricky, Ricky Martin, Martin Lawrence
Lawrence Taylor, Taylor Swift, Tailor Made, Made in China
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga
Wait, Rihanna she ball hard Sinaed O'Connor, hmm
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba
Baby mama, Lady Gaga, wait, Rihanna
Ball hard, Sinead O'Connor, hmm
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinead O'Connor, yeah
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
It's MULA baby, know you heard me
Got the game, I'm talkin' early
Twizzy baby, got these bitches swallowin' babies talkin' nurseries
Pocket pull up, Black Eyes Peas
The P for Perky's, got me flirty
Model bitches tryna hurt me
Broken mirrors, pull a Fergie
Oh my God it's cocaina
Kim and Gina had to team up
Tried to run away from this dick
And got subpoenaed, had to clean up
Got two strikes out in L.A
I get one more, then new Adidas
Niggas call me hustle Westbrook
Sellin' dope off in the bleachers
Niggas call me hustle Westbrook
Sellin' dope off in the bleachers
Trappin' off a walkie-talkie
Tempo, over, yeah I read you
That my woadie, that my 'migo
Gettin' loaded off sativa
Move the rock like Russell Westbrook
Triple-double the whole season, whoa
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba
Baby mama, Lady Gaga, wait, Rihanna
Ball hard, Sinead O'Connor, hmm
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinead O'Connor, yeah
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba
Baby mama, Lady Gaga, wait Rihanna
Ball hard, Sinead O'Connor, hmm
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Taught my bitches how to whip it
Now they whippin', fast learners
Chicken heads, whippin' chickens
I felt like a black colonel
Louis Vuitton, ballin' like Mr. Kareem Abdul-Jabaar
St. Laurent, I even had the green light
I blew the horn, c'mon c'mon
F*ck we waitin' on my nigga, move along
Grass is greener on the other side, I never do the lawn
Deepest water, see, The Carter made me feel like Peter Parker
Be a Dora, Double R her, treat her like Ford Explorer
See no evil, neither horror
My bitch eyes chinky Kamora
Run a mile like Jackie Joyner
Bitch should go read a thesaurus
Pretty Tony, Pretty Ricky, Ricky Martin, Martin Lawrence
Lawrence Taylor, Taylor Swift, Tailor Made, Made in China
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga
Wait, Rihanna she ball hard Sinaed O'Connor, hmm
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba
Baby mama, Lady Gaga, wait, Rihanna
Ball hard, Sinead O'Connor, hmm
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinead O'Connor, yeah
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
It's MULA baby, know you heard me
Got the game, I'm talkin' early
Twizzy baby, got these bitches swallowin' babies talkin' nurseries
Pocket pull up, Black Eyes Peas
The P for Perky's, got me flirty
Model bitches tryna hurt me
Broken mirrors, pull a Fergie
Oh my God it's cocaina
Kim and Gina had to team up
Tried to run away from this dick
And got subpoenaed, had to clean up
Got two strikes out in L.A
I get one more, then new Adidas
Niggas call me hustle Westbrook
Sellin' dope off in the bleachers
Niggas call me hustle Westbrook
Sellin' dope off in the bleachers
Trappin' off a walkie-talkie
Tempo, over, yeah I read you
That my woadie, that my 'migo
Gettin' loaded off sativa
Move the rock like Russell Westbrook
Triple-double the whole season, whoa
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba
Baby mama, Lady Gaga, wait, Rihanna
Ball hard, Sinead O'Connor, hmm
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinead O'Connor, yeah
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba
Baby mama, Lady Gaga, wait Rihanna
Ball hard, Sinead O'Connor, hmm
Writer: Ben Diehl, Chris Moore, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bastard (Satans Kid)
This is
Huh, mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the f*ck this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)
Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, f*ck a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn off
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey
It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey
Huh, mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Walking on water, this a new world order
These niggas out of order like a fish out of water
I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera
I'ma keep shooting 'til the bitch stop recording
Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguing
A real sharp, sharp shooter, I don't miss my target
I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie
Long walk in closet, I hope you feel like walking
Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn
I know the paper burn for the long term
I know my bih concern when I toss and turn
I know my bih concerned 'bout the long term
I know the paper burn like the fire burn
I know it don't burn unless I confirm
I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch my heart burn
Crossing me is like watching a cross burn
Swag go head to shoe
Bitch I'm fresh as a designer, yeah
Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah
Killers come behind you, can you say, "Murder for hire?"
Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah
Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the f*ck this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)
Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, f*ck a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn off
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey
It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey, nigga
Huh, mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the f*ck this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)
Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, f*ck a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn off
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey
It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey
Huh, mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Walking on water, this a new world order
These niggas out of order like a fish out of water
I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera
I'ma keep shooting 'til the bitch stop recording
Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguing
A real sharp, sharp shooter, I don't miss my target
I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie
Long walk in closet, I hope you feel like walking
Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn
I know the paper burn for the long term
I know my bih concern when I toss and turn
I know my bih concerned 'bout the long term
I know the paper burn like the fire burn
I know it don't burn unless I confirm
I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch my heart burn
Crossing me is like watching a cross burn
Swag go head to shoe
Bitch I'm fresh as a designer, yeah
Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah
Killers come behind you, can you say, "Murder for hire?"
Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah
Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the f*ck this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)
Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, f*ck a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn off
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey
It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey, nigga
Writer: Andre Lyon, Dwayne Carter, Marcello Valenzano
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Get Outta My Head
The brains will start to abandon the religions
And believe in themselves
And the new world order will start
Drop that motherf*cker
Narcissistic, insufficient, deadweight, I've been searchin' (ay)
Lack of coexistin', just don't see them work with other bitches (no)
That's when black and white
When dark at night, that's when I do my searching (ay)
And the Anti-Christ is in my mind, the evolutions lurkin' (yeah)
I got voices in my head, wild horses in my head
Runnin' around, horse playin', breakin' pots up in my head
Waking corpses in my head and they was better off dead
Runnin' forces in my head, stumpin', marchin' in my head
Sun is scorchin' in my head, Archie Bunker's in my head
Talkin' bunkers in my head, Willy Wonkahs in my head
All this junk in my head, then it sunk into my head
Little monkeys in my head, goin' bananas in my head
Shootin' cannons in my head, hittin' targets in my head
Playin' pianos in my head, keyboards and organs in my head
Smash guitars in my head, fast cars in my head
With loud ass horns in my head, horns stickin' out
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head (yeah, yeah)
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
All these voices in my head, they're commitin' arson in my head
Real wars up in my head, crash courses in my head
Fightin' forces in my head, white noises soundin' red
All these voices in my head, all these thoughts up in my head
Like a spark plug in my head, like a torch up in my head
Ain't no shotguns in my head, all these sharks up in my head
All these sharks need to be fed (yeah)
I behead a motherf*cker for his contacts
Take the body where the others can't see
Seen the devil in my eyes without no contacts
So my eyes are blacker than the bottom of the sea, yeah, yeah
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
(The brains will start to abandon the religions)
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
(And believe in themselves)
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
(And the new world order will start)
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head (yeah, yeah)
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
And believe in themselves
And the new world order will start
Drop that motherf*cker
Narcissistic, insufficient, deadweight, I've been searchin' (ay)
Lack of coexistin', just don't see them work with other bitches (no)
That's when black and white
When dark at night, that's when I do my searching (ay)
And the Anti-Christ is in my mind, the evolutions lurkin' (yeah)
I got voices in my head, wild horses in my head
Runnin' around, horse playin', breakin' pots up in my head
Waking corpses in my head and they was better off dead
Runnin' forces in my head, stumpin', marchin' in my head
Sun is scorchin' in my head, Archie Bunker's in my head
Talkin' bunkers in my head, Willy Wonkahs in my head
All this junk in my head, then it sunk into my head
Little monkeys in my head, goin' bananas in my head
Shootin' cannons in my head, hittin' targets in my head
Playin' pianos in my head, keyboards and organs in my head
Smash guitars in my head, fast cars in my head
With loud ass horns in my head, horns stickin' out
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head (yeah, yeah)
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
All these voices in my head, they're commitin' arson in my head
Real wars up in my head, crash courses in my head
Fightin' forces in my head, white noises soundin' red
All these voices in my head, all these thoughts up in my head
Like a spark plug in my head, like a torch up in my head
Ain't no shotguns in my head, all these sharks up in my head
All these sharks need to be fed (yeah)
I behead a motherf*cker for his contacts
Take the body where the others can't see
Seen the devil in my eyes without no contacts
So my eyes are blacker than the bottom of the sea, yeah, yeah
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
(The brains will start to abandon the religions)
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
(And believe in themselves)
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
(And the new world order will start)
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head (yeah, yeah)
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Jahseh Dwayne Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Piano Trap
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud, yeah
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
I'ma thank God for my existence
I'ma thank God for my charisma
I'ma thank God that I'm in the business
And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system
I'ma thank God for the pots I had to piss in
I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics
I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic
All of my jewelry is f*ckin' ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates
Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium
I see y'all ass all in my peripheral
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
She workin' that ass, continuous
I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous
I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem
I got a monogamous smile
I do not know how I do how
I give all of my daughter's no doubt
It's been all about now until now
I've been keepin' it quiet but loud
I've been keepin' it private but proud
I've been treatin' the fire like flowers
I've been keepin' it silent but, "Pow"
And she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child
Yeah, she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Oh my God, she 'bout to surf on the crowd
Pop me a Perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
Pop me a Perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
Damn
Ayy, tell you what you should do, son
Uh, let's get personal
Percocet got me vertical
Them Uzis get so surgical
Shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu
We murder you, then bury you
Dig a hole and throw dirt at you
You disappear like abracadabra
Magic like 32
It is my time, and, when it is, you on timeout
I'm on Cloud 9, and, nigga, you just on iCloud
I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch
Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch
Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit
Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage
Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th
Y'all are witnesses to my battle, I shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice
Poverty to penitentiary, straight to paradise
Took a few L's, without 'em, I couldn't spell, "Life"
Airtight, vagina tight, and it better smell right
Banana clip dick banana up in her tailpipe
Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga
I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick flick, nigga
Tunchi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud, yeah
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
I'ma thank God for my existence
I'ma thank God for my charisma
I'ma thank God that I'm in the business
And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system
I'ma thank God for the pots I had to piss in
I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics
I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic
All of my jewelry is f*ckin' ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates
Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium
I see y'all ass all in my peripheral
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
She workin' that ass, continuous
I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous
I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem
I got a monogamous smile
I do not know how I do how
I give all of my daughter's no doubt
It's been all about now until now
I've been keepin' it quiet but loud
I've been keepin' it private but proud
I've been treatin' the fire like flowers
I've been keepin' it silent but, "Pow"
And she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child
Yeah, she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Oh my God, she 'bout to surf on the crowd
Pop me a Perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
Pop me a Perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
Damn
Ayy, tell you what you should do, son
Uh, let's get personal
Percocet got me vertical
Them Uzis get so surgical
Shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu
We murder you, then bury you
Dig a hole and throw dirt at you
You disappear like abracadabra
Magic like 32
It is my time, and, when it is, you on timeout
I'm on Cloud 9, and, nigga, you just on iCloud
I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch
Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch
Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit
Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage
Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th
Y'all are witnesses to my battle, I shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice
Poverty to penitentiary, straight to paradise
Took a few L's, without 'em, I couldn't spell, "Life"
Airtight, vagina tight, and it better smell right
Banana clip dick banana up in her tailpipe
Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga
I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick flick, nigga
Tunchi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
Writer: Byron Thomaz, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Line Em Up
I tried to talk to him
Quit talkin', I'm a hang ya by your tongue, yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't f*** wit' n****s like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bulls*** n**** quit the diarrhea
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a n**** down in his own mess, don't mess
Playa f*** around wit' the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you n****s is harmless
I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)
Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him
Don't get close to him
Shootouts and nothin' but rock n roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood
'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin' it don't make it if you no good
I tried to talk to him, but then a n**** had to
[Chorus]
Hit 'em up,
Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really,
I was try'na be calm
But, uh, that chopper rocked,
Put his head in his arms
And man,
I tried to talk to him,
I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up,
Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up,
F*** it make a n**** get loose
He had too much talk, not enough proof
I tried to talk to him,
I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up,
Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em
But I hit 'em up
I tried to talk to him,
I tried to talk to him
Y'all take them shoes off your teeth
Stop runnin' your mouth
No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth
I'll come to your house, me and my goons
Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon
Throwin' up fingers sayin' "My side rule"
If a n**** disagree, that's when my side prove
That Maybach coupe a c***-eyed fool
And I'm "in it like Bennett" hoe, aren't I cool
But if that thermostat switch and that needle move
Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move
I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool
Meet a disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe
Swallow the truth, belch reality
How does it taste, powder your face,
You a b**** n****
All p****, stop cummin' out your lips n****
I tried to talk him, but then a n**** had to
[Chorus]
Real talk boy, chill wit' the talk boy
That Tommy Gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy
Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy
Start with the wrong boy, it end wit' a song boy
Wit' your friends, to carry you alone
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
F*** discussion, I ain't in to it boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy
Big Uzi, tissue the boy
I'm inside lookin' out, you just an intruder boy
You need sutures on your smooches boy
But, I tried to talk to him, but then a n**** had to
[Chorus]
Quit talkin', I'm a hang ya by your tongue, yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't f*** wit' n****s like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bulls*** n**** quit the diarrhea
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a n**** down in his own mess, don't mess
Playa f*** around wit' the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you n****s is harmless
I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)
Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him
Don't get close to him
Shootouts and nothin' but rock n roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood
'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin' it don't make it if you no good
I tried to talk to him, but then a n**** had to
[Chorus]
Hit 'em up,
Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really,
I was try'na be calm
But, uh, that chopper rocked,
Put his head in his arms
And man,
I tried to talk to him,
I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up,
Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up,
F*** it make a n**** get loose
He had too much talk, not enough proof
I tried to talk to him,
I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up,
Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em
But I hit 'em up
I tried to talk to him,
I tried to talk to him
Y'all take them shoes off your teeth
Stop runnin' your mouth
No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth
I'll come to your house, me and my goons
Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon
Throwin' up fingers sayin' "My side rule"
If a n**** disagree, that's when my side prove
That Maybach coupe a c***-eyed fool
And I'm "in it like Bennett" hoe, aren't I cool
But if that thermostat switch and that needle move
Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move
I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool
Meet a disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe
Swallow the truth, belch reality
How does it taste, powder your face,
You a b**** n****
All p****, stop cummin' out your lips n****
I tried to talk him, but then a n**** had to
[Chorus]
Real talk boy, chill wit' the talk boy
That Tommy Gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy
Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy
Start with the wrong boy, it end wit' a song boy
Wit' your friends, to carry you alone
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
F*** discussion, I ain't in to it boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy
Big Uzi, tissue the boy
I'm inside lookin' out, you just an intruder boy
You need sutures on your smooches boy
But, I tried to talk to him, but then a n**** had to
[Chorus]
Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, BIGRAM ZAYAS, MATTHEW DEL GIORNO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., SHELLY BAY MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., SHELLY BAY MUSIC
Darkside
Darkside, darkside, darkside
Darkside, darkside, darkside
We don't like these niggas, we don't fight these niggas
We goodnight these niggas, you look like these niggas
F*ck, f*ck it, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck 'em up
Hit 'em up, hunt 'em down, hurry up
Shoot 'em up, shut 'em down, shut 'em up
Eat her out, dick her down, cuddle up
But bitches comin' 'round with the funny love
Lick me up, lick me down, done enough
Eat her up, spit her out, bubblegum
Treat her right, treat her out, trouble come
Got some cocaine and a couple blunts
It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.44 plastic, the rubber bust
We don't wear masks, 'cause it must be us
I got the Holy Ghost in my Backwood
On my tippy-toes and them flat-foot
Bitch pigeon-toed and her cat good
I know her pussy hole like my MacBook
She Tootsie-Roll on the black wood
Get her own page in the black book
And it's startin' to fell like I'm attached to her
If it's that good, put a stamp to her
And I'm a warlord to these f*ckin' boys
Double-edged sword in a bubble, boy
I just won a war in the Hummer four
I'm 'bout to come to yours lookin' for a war
I am nothin' more than somethin' more
Than much more as the punch pour
And I slunch more with my lungs sore
I smoke you and your blunt blowers
Let's get on with it, Megatron with it
Telephone like a telethon
Bitches workin' bitches like a Peloton
Finish yellow bones dizzy, very long visits
And I'm talkin' numbers, Jerry Jone digits
I'm at home sippin' and I'm gone sippin'
Got a Draco with my arm in it
Shoot you in your heart, put some charm in it
Sorry, gotta leave your mama tormented
Bah, bah, bah if she come in it
Cops pulled up and they vomited
I am not finished, hope they long-winded
Money long-livin' with a strong finish
Dead presidents, wasn't born with it
I'ma die with it, I'ma mourn with it
Didn't start livin' 'til the war ended
It's wartime, wartime, wartime
Y'all lil' niggas small time
All my niggas ex-cons
And we do not f*ck with y'all kind
Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime
Y'all lil' nigga small time
All my niggas done time
Or they doin' time, that's just lost time
It's still wartime, wartime, wartime
Darkside, darkside, darkside
Pull up, brrt, skrrt
Then we joyride 'til the car die
Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime, wartime
No talk time
Chalk time, all-time
Hard time
Bitch
Darkside, darkside, darkside (darkside)
Darkside, darkside, darkside, bitch
Darkside, darkside, darkside
We don't like these niggas, we don't fight these niggas
We goodnight these niggas, you look like these niggas
F*ck, f*ck it, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck 'em up
Hit 'em up, hunt 'em down, hurry up
Shoot 'em up, shut 'em down, shut 'em up
Eat her out, dick her down, cuddle up
But bitches comin' 'round with the funny love
Lick me up, lick me down, done enough
Eat her up, spit her out, bubblegum
Treat her right, treat her out, trouble come
Got some cocaine and a couple blunts
It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.44 plastic, the rubber bust
We don't wear masks, 'cause it must be us
I got the Holy Ghost in my Backwood
On my tippy-toes and them flat-foot
Bitch pigeon-toed and her cat good
I know her pussy hole like my MacBook
She Tootsie-Roll on the black wood
Get her own page in the black book
And it's startin' to fell like I'm attached to her
If it's that good, put a stamp to her
And I'm a warlord to these f*ckin' boys
Double-edged sword in a bubble, boy
I just won a war in the Hummer four
I'm 'bout to come to yours lookin' for a war
I am nothin' more than somethin' more
Than much more as the punch pour
And I slunch more with my lungs sore
I smoke you and your blunt blowers
Let's get on with it, Megatron with it
Telephone like a telethon
Bitches workin' bitches like a Peloton
Finish yellow bones dizzy, very long visits
And I'm talkin' numbers, Jerry Jone digits
I'm at home sippin' and I'm gone sippin'
Got a Draco with my arm in it
Shoot you in your heart, put some charm in it
Sorry, gotta leave your mama tormented
Bah, bah, bah if she come in it
Cops pulled up and they vomited
I am not finished, hope they long-winded
Money long-livin' with a strong finish
Dead presidents, wasn't born with it
I'ma die with it, I'ma mourn with it
Didn't start livin' 'til the war ended
It's wartime, wartime, wartime
Y'all lil' niggas small time
All my niggas ex-cons
And we do not f*ck with y'all kind
Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime
Y'all lil' nigga small time
All my niggas done time
Or they doin' time, that's just lost time
It's still wartime, wartime, wartime
Darkside, darkside, darkside
Pull up, brrt, skrrt
Then we joyride 'til the car die
Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime, wartime
No talk time
Chalk time, all-time
Hard time
Bitch
Darkside, darkside, darkside (darkside)
Darkside, darkside, darkside, bitch
Writer: Brandon Hamlin, Dwayne Carter, Vaidel Vidal
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Never Mind
I'm a pimp, under pressure but it's necessary
Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary
Never treat her secondary sweet as February
I can turn the best into adversary
I tried, no really, really I tried
Although I'm really, really up, I'm
Still gonna give you all my downtime
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I, I, got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He said, "why?" I said, "why?"
He said, "damn, my nigga, nevermind", oh no
That's why I just get high
I like wonderin' why does time go by? Go, go
Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
Is this love, is this lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
Thought I was done tryna love
I guess I love tryna love
Hey
Not so careful but today I just don't care
Dye my hair
We so faded, we can't make it up my stairs
We f*ck right there
Not so lucky but tonight I just crapped out
Vegas sucks, I'm still gambling with her, no protection
Protect what?
'Cause I mean, I'm the one she sells her soul to
That's because she knows I don't buy dreams
I'm the one, she comes and goes
But whatever, who knows? Nigga, not me
I'm the one she does the most, when she do the most
At least, the most, at least
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a pimp, under pressure but it's necessary
Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary
Eat a bad bitch unless she got that hairy, hairy
I could take her ex out of her vocabulary
I, yeah, got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He said, "why?" I said, "why?"
He said, "damn, my nigga, nevermind," oh no
That's why I just get high
I like wonderin' why does time go by? Go, go
Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
No really, really, I tried
Although I'm really, really up
I'm still gonna give you all my downtime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We ain't no junkies but today we'd like some white
Whatever we like she don't judge me
Though I may need her to be the one to give me life
'Cause I mean, I'm the one she sells her soul to
That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams
I'm the one, she comes and goes
But whatever, who knows? Not me
I'm the one she does the most, when she do the most
At least, the most, at least
I, I, got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He said, "why?" I said, "why?"
He said, "damn, my nigga, nevermind"
Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary
Never treat her secondary sweet as February
I can turn the best into adversary
I tried, no really, really I tried
Although I'm really, really up, I'm
Still gonna give you all my downtime
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I, I, got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He said, "why?" I said, "why?"
He said, "damn, my nigga, nevermind", oh no
That's why I just get high
I like wonderin' why does time go by? Go, go
Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
Is this love, is this lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
Thought I was done tryna love
I guess I love tryna love
Hey
Not so careful but today I just don't care
Dye my hair
We so faded, we can't make it up my stairs
We f*ck right there
Not so lucky but tonight I just crapped out
Vegas sucks, I'm still gambling with her, no protection
Protect what?
'Cause I mean, I'm the one she sells her soul to
That's because she knows I don't buy dreams
I'm the one, she comes and goes
But whatever, who knows? Nigga, not me
I'm the one she does the most, when she do the most
At least, the most, at least
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a pimp, under pressure but it's necessary
Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary
Eat a bad bitch unless she got that hairy, hairy
I could take her ex out of her vocabulary
I, yeah, got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He said, "why?" I said, "why?"
He said, "damn, my nigga, nevermind," oh no
That's why I just get high
I like wonderin' why does time go by? Go, go
Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
No really, really, I tried
Although I'm really, really up
I'm still gonna give you all my downtime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We ain't no junkies but today we'd like some white
Whatever we like she don't judge me
Though I may need her to be the one to give me life
'Cause I mean, I'm the one she sells her soul to
That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams
I'm the one, she comes and goes
But whatever, who knows? Not me
I'm the one she does the most, when she do the most
At least, the most, at least
I, I, got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He said, "why?" I said, "why?"
He said, "damn, my nigga, nevermind"
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Javar Rockamore
Copyright: Lyrics © SHELDON FERGUSON PRODUCTIONS, The Administration MP, Inc., MUSIC BY ATL A PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © SHELDON FERGUSON PRODUCTIONS, The Administration MP, Inc., MUSIC BY ATL A PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
T.O.
Rr
I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos the key to the city
Put some on my thumb and did not make her lick it
She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these fast, they call me fast machine
I drop a four in this, I'm feelin' glorious
Gun on Big Pun, and my clip on Notorious
Bitch, I'm the man, no, the Mandalorian
I'm in a DeLorean, and, nigga, I'm floorin' it
I got my whore in it, that bitch a foreigner
Pourin' her heart out, I'm just ignorin' her
I let my hair down, I'm finna go throw it
Now bury myself in that pussy, no coroner
I can't smoke Reggie, I be too edgy
My bitch a veggie, bitch, I'm a legend
Pull out my flag, and these niggas start pledgin'
Go pull up whenever, we ain't gotta schedule it
Boy, I'm a president, presidential Rollie
Bezzle it heavily, inspect it carefully
I'm smokin' like I'm in the Netherlands
Like I'm a hippie that's stuck in the '70s
You with your buddies, I'm with my bloodies
And that's ain't not flag, lil' nigga, this rugby
Duct-tape that nigga up until he a mummy
Then put him in a freezer until we get hungry
Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (no, no, no) yeah
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (whoa whoa whoa)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (whoa oh oh oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (whoa oh oh oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T. (yeah), my bitch cry like T.O. (yeah)
Cookin' dope in kitchen, 36 (yeah), I got chickens (yeah)
Got the bowl (yeah), I'ma whip it (yeah)
Got the pistol (yeah), get to clickin' (whoa)
Got the dope (yeah), got the scope (yeah)
Got the coke (yeah), off the boat
Got the grams, make it float
Ask my plug, "What's the quote?" (Go)
I shoot at all of my enemies (yeah)
Walk around like I'm Yosemite (yeah)
Extra clip, that's my amenities (ah)
I'ma send shots like a Hennessy (who?)
Bitch, I'ma shoot like a penalty (bang)
Keep me a flag like a penalty (bang)
Niggas know me, O.T. (O.T.)
I got more hook than parentheses (yeah)
Home Depot, keep me a toolie (brrt)
Walk in your house with a Uzi (woo)
Walk in your room like a groupie (yeah)
Wet your ass up like Jacuzzi (yeah)
Everything white, I got Bieber
Cover one eye like I'm Aaliyah
Free Base, bitch, I got Derek Jeter
Rob, strip him naked, just like it's Peter
Bitch
I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos the key to the city
Put some on my thumb and did not make her lick it
She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline, and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these fast, they call this fast machine
Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (no, no, no) yeah
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (whoa whoa whoa)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (whoa oh oh oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (whoa oh oh oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope, yeah (steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T. (yeah), my bitch cry like T.O. (whoa oh oh oh), Funeral
I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos the key to the city
Put some on my thumb and did not make her lick it
She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these fast, they call me fast machine
I drop a four in this, I'm feelin' glorious
Gun on Big Pun, and my clip on Notorious
Bitch, I'm the man, no, the Mandalorian
I'm in a DeLorean, and, nigga, I'm floorin' it
I got my whore in it, that bitch a foreigner
Pourin' her heart out, I'm just ignorin' her
I let my hair down, I'm finna go throw it
Now bury myself in that pussy, no coroner
I can't smoke Reggie, I be too edgy
My bitch a veggie, bitch, I'm a legend
Pull out my flag, and these niggas start pledgin'
Go pull up whenever, we ain't gotta schedule it
Boy, I'm a president, presidential Rollie
Bezzle it heavily, inspect it carefully
I'm smokin' like I'm in the Netherlands
Like I'm a hippie that's stuck in the '70s
You with your buddies, I'm with my bloodies
And that's ain't not flag, lil' nigga, this rugby
Duct-tape that nigga up until he a mummy
Then put him in a freezer until we get hungry
Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (no, no, no) yeah
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (whoa whoa whoa)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (whoa oh oh oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (whoa oh oh oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T. (yeah), my bitch cry like T.O. (yeah)
Cookin' dope in kitchen, 36 (yeah), I got chickens (yeah)
Got the bowl (yeah), I'ma whip it (yeah)
Got the pistol (yeah), get to clickin' (whoa)
Got the dope (yeah), got the scope (yeah)
Got the coke (yeah), off the boat
Got the grams, make it float
Ask my plug, "What's the quote?" (Go)
I shoot at all of my enemies (yeah)
Walk around like I'm Yosemite (yeah)
Extra clip, that's my amenities (ah)
I'ma send shots like a Hennessy (who?)
Bitch, I'ma shoot like a penalty (bang)
Keep me a flag like a penalty (bang)
Niggas know me, O.T. (O.T.)
I got more hook than parentheses (yeah)
Home Depot, keep me a toolie (brrt)
Walk in your house with a Uzi (woo)
Walk in your room like a groupie (yeah)
Wet your ass up like Jacuzzi (yeah)
Everything white, I got Bieber
Cover one eye like I'm Aaliyah
Free Base, bitch, I got Derek Jeter
Rob, strip him naked, just like it's Peter
Bitch
I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos the key to the city
Put some on my thumb and did not make her lick it
She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline, and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these fast, they call this fast machine
Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (no, no, no) yeah
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (whoa whoa whoa)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (whoa oh oh oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (whoa oh oh oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope, yeah (steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T. (yeah), my bitch cry like T.O. (whoa oh oh oh), Funeral
Writer: Daryl Harleaux, Dwayne Carter, John Fitch, Odis Flores
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Waynes World
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Wayne's World, yeah
Let me bring you up to speed
It's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I just said, "Sure, it's Wayne's World"
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, party time, excellent
Pull up on your street and that shit was Sesame
I'm with my Mexican, gang-bangin' heavily (huh)
Throw up your set at me, that I don't recommend (hoo)
I pull up in the Bugatti, we not gon' bother
And in the trunk, we got the elephant
Know who you F'in' with, they don't know where you went
Then they won't find you until you are skeleton
They bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish
These ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements
Party time excellent, pardon my excellence
Pardon my necklace, pardon my neck and wrist
Pardon my neckin' bitch, all of my medicine
All I be askin' is, "where the Promethazine?"
'Cause, pipe the f*ck up (yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
Wish death 'pon me, better wish again
Don't shoot at Maaly G, he ain't listenin'
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, I tried to show him
I pull up in a Bugatti, for real
I pull up on the Ducati, one wheel
Then I take off on the private, the Lear
Up to the clouds until I disappear
Ain't where I live, it's about how I live
I'm outta here, me and my mama mia
I'm in that pussy, ass, and f*ckin'
She shout in my ear, "it's Wayne's World"
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
And I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
I said, "of course, it's Wayne's World
Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
I wanted more (it's Wayne's World)
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow
Party time excellent, harder than yesterday
I gotta medicate so I can resonate
That made me featherweight, so I can levitate
Into a better place, I don't care where you stay
Better they better, but that's how you better stay, wait
Who's that peekin' in my window, pow, nobody now
Two, no buss downs, one bling-bling, one bling-blaow
Just f*cked my ex, don't know why, don't know how
Play with that ex box all night like a child
Oh me, oh wow, baby, show me around
I said, "Show me your world," I said, "Now show me out"
Yeah, laid on the bitch, I skate on the bitch
I wave on to that bitch, I gave her a kiss
Can't get in my world, but I gave her the dick
Yeah, Wayne's World
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
And I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
And I said, "Of course, it's Wayne's World
Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally (it's Wayne's World)
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
I wanted more (it's Wayne's World)
Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally (Wayne's World)
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow
This world is yours, it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
I wanted more (Wayne's World)
Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally (it's Wayne's World)
(Wayne's World)
(And we're out)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Wayne's World, yeah
Let me bring you up to speed
It's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I just said, "Sure, it's Wayne's World"
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, party time, excellent
Pull up on your street and that shit was Sesame
I'm with my Mexican, gang-bangin' heavily (huh)
Throw up your set at me, that I don't recommend (hoo)
I pull up in the Bugatti, we not gon' bother
And in the trunk, we got the elephant
Know who you F'in' with, they don't know where you went
Then they won't find you until you are skeleton
They bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish
These ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements
Party time excellent, pardon my excellence
Pardon my necklace, pardon my neck and wrist
Pardon my neckin' bitch, all of my medicine
All I be askin' is, "where the Promethazine?"
'Cause, pipe the f*ck up (yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
Wish death 'pon me, better wish again
Don't shoot at Maaly G, he ain't listenin'
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, I tried to show him
I pull up in a Bugatti, for real
I pull up on the Ducati, one wheel
Then I take off on the private, the Lear
Up to the clouds until I disappear
Ain't where I live, it's about how I live
I'm outta here, me and my mama mia
I'm in that pussy, ass, and f*ckin'
She shout in my ear, "it's Wayne's World"
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
And I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
I said, "of course, it's Wayne's World
Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
I wanted more (it's Wayne's World)
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow
Party time excellent, harder than yesterday
I gotta medicate so I can resonate
That made me featherweight, so I can levitate
Into a better place, I don't care where you stay
Better they better, but that's how you better stay, wait
Who's that peekin' in my window, pow, nobody now
Two, no buss downs, one bling-bling, one bling-blaow
Just f*cked my ex, don't know why, don't know how
Play with that ex box all night like a child
Oh me, oh wow, baby, show me around
I said, "Show me your world," I said, "Now show me out"
Yeah, laid on the bitch, I skate on the bitch
I wave on to that bitch, I gave her a kiss
Can't get in my world, but I gave her the dick
Yeah, Wayne's World
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
And I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
And I said, "Of course, it's Wayne's World
Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally (it's Wayne's World)
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
I wanted more (it's Wayne's World)
Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally (Wayne's World)
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow
This world is yours, it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "this world is yours"
I wanted more (Wayne's World)
Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally (it's Wayne's World)
(Wayne's World)
(And we're out)
Writer: Adolfo Ramirez, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Funeral is the thirteenth studio album by American rapper Lil Wayne. It was released on January 31, 2020, by Young Money Entertainment and Republic Records. It features guest appearances by Big Sean, Lil Baby, Jay Rock, Adam Levine, 2 Chainz, Takeoff, The-Dream, Lil Twist, the late XXXTentacion and O.T. Genasis.
"I Do It" featuring Big Sean and Lil Baby was released as a single the same day as the album. "Shimmy" featuring Doja Cat was sent to rhythmic contemporary radio on July 28, 2020, as the album's second single.
The album debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, while charting moderately in other territories. It was relatively overlooked by professional review outlets, although several critics were somewhat positive in appraising the album.
Performed By:
Lil Wayne"I Do It" featuring Big Sean and Lil Baby was released as a single the same day as the album. "Shimmy" featuring Doja Cat was sent to rhythmic contemporary radio on July 28, 2020, as the album's second single.
The album debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, while charting moderately in other territories. It was relatively overlooked by professional review outlets, although several critics were somewhat positive in appraising the album.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Aaron Z, Alex Delicata, B Ham, Ben Billions, Benny Wond3r, Bijan Amir, Blue Cheeze, Bobby Keyz, Brandon Finessin, Charlie Handsome, Chill Shump, Cool & Dre, Dunk Rock, Kamo, Loctor Duke, LostKidSamy, Louis Haze, Jahlil Beats, Javar Rockamore, Mannie Fresh, Manny Galvez, Mike Will Made It, MonstaBeatz, Murda Beatz, Prxz, Rex Cudo, R!O, Ryan Ogren, Sarcastic Sounds, Sheldon Ferguson, Smash David, Smurv, Some Randoms, Spanish Josh, Stonii, Streetrunner, Swede, Tarik Azzouz, Timothy Sommers, Young Yonni
Length: 76:04
Released: January 31st, 2020
Year: 2020