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[Produced by No I.D.]
[Intro]
Mhm, I look up
Yeah, and I take my time, nigga
I'ma take my time, woah
Mhm, power moves only, nigga
[Verse 1]
Boy, I'm 'bout my business on business, I drink liquor on liquor
I had women on women: yeah, that's bunk-bed bitches
I've done lived more than an 80-year-old man still kickin'
‘Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls who barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
'Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit
They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall, bitch
Like a drought, but you gon' get this rain like it's May weather
G.O.O.D. Music, 'Ye weather
Champagne just tastes better
They told me I never, boy, never say "never"
Swear flow special like an infant's first steps
I got paid then reversed debts
Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress
So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death
Yep, so I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride
Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind in my mind
But fuck tryin' and not doin'
'Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin' (doin', doin')
I said, "fuck tryin' and not doin'"
‘Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac, bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that "Juicy" vid
Bitch, I can't motherfuckin' stop movin' (stop movin')
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome
Niggas get sprayed up like A.K. was cologne for a paycheck or loan
Yeah, I know that shit ain't fair
They say Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor
You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
I knew the world was for the taking and wouldn't take long
We on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit vers' everybody
I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up on every pilot
The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolic
And I'm over niggas sayin' they're the hottest niggas
Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot
I'm one of the hottest because I flame drop
Drop fire, and not because I'm namedroppin', Hall of Fame droppin'
And I ain't takin' shit from nobody unless they're OGs
‘Cause that ain't the way of a OG
So I G-O collect mo' Gs, every dollar
Never changed though, I'm just the new version of old me
Forever hot-headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game, won't look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don
[Bridge]
Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or demise
I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it!
Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't you pop me no fuckin' pill, I'ma pop you, then give you this
[Verse 2]
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch
One at a time, I line them up and bomb on they mom while she watchin' the kids
I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists
I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York
King of the Coast; one hand, I juggle 'em both
The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews, and funeral faces
Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in Vegas
Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, fuck y'all clubs!
Fuck y'all pictures! Your Instagram can gobble these nuts!
Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
(West, West, West, West, West, West)
I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich-ass white girls lookin' for parties
Playin' with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key
Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it!
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
I'm aimin' straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me? You plan on stumpin' me?
Bitch, I've been jumped before you put a gun on me
Bitch, I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
James Bonding with none of you niggas climbin' 100 mil in front of me
And I'm gon' get it even if you're in the way
And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
'Bout who's the best MC: Kendrick, Jigga, and Nas
Eminem, André 3000; the rest of y'all
New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
And I ain't rockin' no more designer shit
White T's and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous
I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' with
But this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale
Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller
I got love for you all, but I'm tryna murder you niggas
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas
What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of five G5's with five grand
With your granddad as the pilot, he drunk as fuck, tryna land
With the hand full of arthritis and poppin' prosthetic leg
Bumpin' Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread
West Coast
[Verse 3]
You could check my name on the books
I Earth Wind & Fire'd the verse, then reigned on the hook
The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof
The tale of a magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia (woo-hoo!), mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
Watch over your shoulders
And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turn the coldest
The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over
Put your trust in the Lord, but tether your Chevy Nova, I'm spittin' this shit for closure
And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova
To all you magicians that's fidgetin' with the cobra
I'm solid as a rock, 'cause I came from a rock
That's why I came with the rock, then signed my name on the Roc
Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot
'Cause I endured a lot of pain for everythang that I got
The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rain from the heart
And the tissue is like an angel kissin' you in the dark
You go from blind sight to hindsight, passion of the Christ right
To baskin' in the limelight, it take time to get your mind right
Jay Electricity, PBS Mysteries
In a lofty place tanglin' with Satan over history
You can't say shit to me, alhamdulillah
It's strictly by faith that we made it this far | Control | Big Sean |
[Intro]
What of the dollar you murdered for?
Is that the one fighting for your soul?
Or your brother's the one that you're running from?
But if you got money, fuck it, ‘cause I want some
B-I-G
Who fuckin' with me?
Oh, God!
Woah
[Chorus]
Okay, ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muhfuckin' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the- (B-I-G, oh God)
Go
[Verse 1]
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say (Yup)
My block behind me, like I'm coming out the driveway (Swerve)
It's grind day, from Friday to next Friday (Woah)
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (Spa day)
Yup, she try and gimme that poon-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang (Woah)
I'm rollin' with, ha, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Skrrt! I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne
But I'm the fuckin' villain, man, they kneelin' when I'm walking in the buildin'
Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'
What a feelin'! Ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see for the dough
[Chorus]
Okay, ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the-
Go
[Verse 2]
(Click clack, stick 'em up)
Yeah, I'm talkin' Ye (Clique) yeah, I'm talkin' Rih (Clique)
Yeah, I'm talkin' B (Clique) nigga, I'm talkin' me
Yeah, I'm talkin' bossy, I ain't talkin' Kelis
Your money too short, you can't be talkin' to me
Yeah, I'm talkin' LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothin' fuckin' with we
Me, turn that sixty-two to one-twenty-five, one-twenty-five to a two-fifty
Two-fifty to a half a, man, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now, who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation: I'm the shit, 'least that what my neck say
'Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like twelve years, ain't hug his son since the second grade
Uh, he never told—who he gon' tell?
We top of the totem pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green, it only means one thing: you ain't fuckin' with the clique
[Chorus]
Okay, ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the-
[Verse 3]
Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the un-American idols
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hangin' off the Eiffel
Yeah, I'm talkin' business, we talkin' CIA
I'm talkin' George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know, white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy eighty gold chains and go ign'ant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we livin' no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I'm lookin' at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really drunk, he just had a frew brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve, homie, watch out for the waves
I'm way too Black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screamin' like, "He's Elvis"
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real, got me feelin' Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele—no, that's Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my mama passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
But I been talkin' to God for so long
That if you look at my life I guess He talkin' back
Fuckin' with my clique
[Outro]
Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the- they want the-
Go
[Produced by Kanye West, Hit-Boy, Anthony Kilhoffer, and Noah Goldstein] | Clique | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Uh-huh
Fuck?
[Chorus]
I don't fuck with you (Mustard on the beat, ho)
You lil' stupid-ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
You lil', you lil' dumb-ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do
Than to be fuckin' with you (You), lil' stupid ass
[Post-Chorus]
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do
Don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do
[Verse 1]
I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic (Woah)
Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick
Brr, brr, I see you callin', I be makin' it quick
I'ma answer that shit like, "I don't fuck with you"
Bitch, I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean, for real, fuck how you feel
Fuck your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah
And every day I wake up celebratin' shit, why?
‘Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch, I
Stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich
That's what put me on, that's what got me here, that's what made me this (This)
And everything that I do is my first name (B-I-G)
These hoes chase bread, aw, damn, she got a bird brain
Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw, man, silly me
I just bought a crib, three stories, that bitch a trilogy
And you know I'm rollin' weed that's fuckin' up the ozone
I got a bitch that text me she ain't got no clothes on (Swerve)
And then another one text (Swerve, swerve), then your ass next
And I'ma text your ass back like
[Chorus]
I don't fuck with you
You lil' stupid-ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
You lil', you lil' dumb-ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do
Than to be fuckin' with you, lil' stupid ass
[Post-Chorus]
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do (E-40)
Don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do (Hawoo)
[Verse 2]
Got a million things on my mind, executive deals online, limited amount of time
Chasin' these dollar signs and you ain't on your grind
You liable to find me up in the MGM casino in the D (D)
Fuckin' off fetty I could've put on property ('Ty)
From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my niggas pull murder missions
She choosin', that's her decision, free my niggas in prison (Yee)
On the phone with a bitch who can't do shit
For a pimp but make a nigga hella rich (Hella rich)
Got a blunt in my dental, blowin' hemp in a rental
On my way to Sacramento, late night, Arsenio (Arsenio)
I'm never sentimental, go hard or go homeless
Barely Harley, I'm chromeless (Uh), you might end up domeless (Uh)
I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin' me
I'll make a bitch stand outside forever like the Statue of Liberty (Mm)
Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South
I raise my styrofoam up and pour some drink in my mouth (Pour up)
Why you always comin' around with bad news? (Bad news)
Say you want me to win, but hope I lose (Hope I lose)
Askin' if I rock with other niggas in the crew (Crew)
But them niggas cool (Cool)
It's just that
[Chorus]
Bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you (Lil' bitch)
You lil' stupid-ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you (Uh-uh)
You lil', you lil' dumb-ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do
Than to be fuckin' with you, lil' stupid ass
[Post-Chorus]
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do
Don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do
Don't give a fuck about you or anything that you do
[Verse 3]
I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for (God)
I got a new whip that I gotta thank the lot for (Swerve, swerve, swerve)
Yeah, I got a lot, but want a lot more
Yeah, we in the building, but I'm tryna take it to the top floor (Floor)
I swear I hear some new bullshit every day I'm wakin' up (Up)
It seem like nowadays, everybody breakin' up (Up)
That shit can break you down, if you lose a good girl
I guess you need a bad bitch to come around and make it up (Yup)
I guess drama makes for the best content
Everything got a bad side, even a conscience
Now you're drinkin' 'til you're unconscious (Woah), feel me?
When you get a fine bitch, just don't forget to read the fine print
Life got me meditatin' like I'm in the Himalayas
Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator
Yeah, I know that karma too real, so I hope you doin' cool
[Outro]
But still, stupid-ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
Lil' stupid-ass, I ain't fuckin' with (Woah)
I ain't fuckin', I ain't, I ain't fuckin' with you (Woah)
I ain't fuckin' with you, hah
Straight up, yeah, yeah
Woah | I Don’t Fuck with You | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Look
I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed (Uh-huh)
Straight up, look
[Verse 1]
I live the life I deserve, blessed
Fuck a vacay, I feel better at work
I mean, whatever it's worth, I'll give whatever I'm worth
For my niggas who gon' go to Hell and back for me, I'ma give 'em Heaven on Earth
Or a hell of a check, yeah, whichever come first
Blessings on blessings on blessings
Look at my life, man, that's lessons on lessons on lessons
I treat the beat like it's a reverend
I tell the truth like, "Father, forgive me, these are all my confessions"
Man, this wasn't luck, it was destined
I done lost homies who been with me since Ed, Edd n Eddy
Who flip like confetti
And then when you back, they back to call you "dog," that shit get-get petty
Bitch, don't give no dap to me, nigga
Funny thing about talking behind my back is that it just keep comin' back to me, nigga
Was off for a sec, now it's back to me, nigga, you mad at me
This ain't what I want, man, this what it had to be
This is that late night working after 3
Man, this is why my old girl was mad at me
This why I'm your majesty
Man, the clique is the tightest, the pussy the tightest
The drinks are the coldest, the future the brightest
The fee not divided, the love is divided
And I just gotta thank God that we got it
Blessed
I don't know what I would do without it
Crew look like we robbed a bank, but all we make is deposits
Young prophet with profit, oh God
[Chorus]
I'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know I
I haven't had a good time in a long time, you know I
I'm way up, I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed (Straight up)
I'm way up, I feel blessed (Straight up, straight up)
Way up, I feel blessed
[Verse 2]
Look, I ain't gon' say that we back or nothin'
‘Cause that implies that we're back from somethin'
If we're back from somethin', it's some checks you owe us
I expect that payment, nothing less or over
I don't need them favors that you ask me for
I could give two fucks 'bout where the Grammys go
I just gave out Grammys on my Instagram
Them OVO boys the business, man
It is what it is, trust me, you get what you give, yeah
You gotta come to my side and see how we live, yeah
I cannot see Heaven being much better than this, yeah
Blessings on blessings for me and my niggas from the 6, look at what we did, yeah
Be quiet, I'm doin' a toast
For niggas that don't really do shit, I swear y'all be doin' the most
Stop worryin' 'bout whoever's next
I am just worried 'bout my mama worryin' less
I think I'm famous enough, I don't need any more press
I am convinced I'm the only one left that's still doin' this shit, man
[Verse 3]
My grandma just died, I'm the man of the house
So every morning I'm up 'cause I can't let them down, down
Always down for the cause, never down for the count
I guess when your stars align, you do like the solar system and plan it out
So I'm going over time on the overtime
Yeah, I'm that invested, but you can't attest it
Million-dollar goals, managed to manifest it
The family never goin' anorexic
I pay my own mortgage and electric
Never goin' under, even with anesthetics
At the top of the rap game and progressin'
Check after check, checkin' off my checklist
Try and blow my cake, just know that's a death wish
No mistakes in life ever, it's only lessons
Shit feel like Shaq and Penny got back together
You tore the game apart, who put it back together?
I
[Verse 4]
Since the truth keep niggas traumatized
They tryna compromise my condom size
So I Snapchat that whole shit
Tryna see titties, tryna show dick
And I swear to God, I hope they post it, I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three POs like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So I go extra hard on the hard floor
Right now, I'm callin' you from my home gym
Right after that, nigga, I'm gon' swim
Just did a couple laps in my home pool
And my daughter right there gettin' homeschooled, I'm blessed
And I was thinking 'bout starting up my own school, a Montessori
And the hallway lookin' like a monastery, oh, yes
I'm way up, I feel blessed | Blessings | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Hitmaka
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
[Chorus]
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back
[Verse 1]
Don’t owe nobody, owe nobody
Always on the fuckin' job, I got no hobbies
Got the city fuckin' with me 'cause I'm homegrown
Vibin' out more than my phone though
Leave me ‘lone, me on my own though
Look, I cut that bitch off like a edit
My daddy a G, it's genetics (Straight up)
I heard ya new shit, it's pathetic
Ya contract should be shredded
Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
I kept it G, yeah, one thousand
Clique star-studded like the Paramount mountain
Everything I do is righteous
Betting on me is the right risk
Even in a fucking crisis
I’m never on some switching sides shit
I switch gears to the night shift
Blacking out 'cause I’m enlightened
God talk to me in silence
But I hear him every time, mane
(Thank you, God, God bless you, thank you so much)
[Verse 2]
Look, I woke up in beast mode
With my girl, that's beauty and the beast though
Been top 5, these niggas sleep though
Only thing that sold out is the seats though
(Never sold my soul, never will never have)
Nigga how dare you stand before me and not respect my authority
If you fuck with my glory, I'ma drop the L and get gory
I done did everything except worry
Hella drama, my life story
Faith of a mustard seed, I kept growing
I knew that this life was meant for me
Niggas change up more than wishin' wells
Karma come around I'll wish 'em well
Livin' like I’m on a limitless pill
I kill the scene like I’m Denzel
Crazy like my jacket strapped up
Nigga, I don’t act but I'll act up
Brown paper bag like the lunch packed up
Back, back, back, back up
Nigga, I'ma need like 10 feet
Or get stomped out with ten feet
I'ma always lose my temper
You cannot “count to ten” me
If I lose 1, I bounce back like 2, 3 did with 4, 5
Seen courtrooms and court sides, ain’t too many seen both sides
Nigga, fuck what you know
Nigga, I’m takin' back control
The underdog just turned into the wolf and the hunger steady grows
Yeah, I call shots while you call off
Never takin' summer or fall off
When you stay that committed to it, you just fall down and never fall off, so
[Outro]
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bitch, bounce (Yeah)
Is you a real one?
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Don | Bounce Back | Big Sean |
[Chorus]
When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart?
Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart
[Verse 1]
Yeah, praying to a sky all black
Looking at the stars like they finna talk back
Looking at my phone like she finna call back
But last night I feel like probably ended all that
'Cause by now, she woulda sent a text in all caps
Then another one tryna take it all back
Saying "Fuck you," "I miss you," or "I hate you so much"
'Cause girls only say "hate you" to the guys that they love
I know, I know, I know
The highs, the lows it comes, it goes
You say "Be real," I try, I don't
'Cause you take anything and just make it everything (God)
Kept my phone on silent ever since you got a ring, funny, right?
And I never cheated; I mean, maybe once or twice
But one time don't change everything
She ask why I don't feel the same, I'm still the same
She's still insane and now she's saying
[Interlude]
Okay, skeet, smoke, sleep, call, miss, text, woke, spoke
Lie, feel, Lisa, ew, time, kill, months, still
[Verse 2]
I got somebody baby mama calling me daddy (Yup)
I drank too much, please call me a cabby (Swerve)
Penthouse afterparty, hoes want the addy (Swerve)
Fuck, they can ride with us, crawl in the Caddy
Third row, that's when you call, I hit cancel
Really, I hit answer, fuck, I hate when that happens
Phone in my pocket for the whole night
And you heard bitches screaming 'til my phone died
Then she text me like, "Why you still talk to my mama?
How the fuck you run around with condoms?
Why you make me get this tattoo? Man, fuck this tattoo
You the reason I wasn't single in college
What, all because I had you?
Nigga, I don't even have you
How I'm supposed to get past you?"
Then she called the next guy, spillin' some real shit
Now they problems that he got to deal with
[Verse 3]
Girl, don't believe them hoes
'Cause they don't wanna see us together
And you already know you're too fly
But baby, don't get your hair caught in the propellers
I be tryna tell her these hoes is jealous
You know they never like it when you never say never
Long hair, red bone, but her pussy is hairless
Mwah, I french kiss it like we in Paris
I be screaming out, "Ain't no woman like the one I got!"
But she be always worrying about the one I fucked
She said it's gonna be me, myself and I
Damn, that'd make me a one-eyed fuck
I was so mad
Damn, you used to ride a nigga like a moped
But players fuck up, my bad
And just to keep from crying, I laughed
[Chorus]
When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart (Tunechi)
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart
Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start (Damn)
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart
[Outro]
Baby, last time calling me baby
Last time calling me crazy, crazy, crazy
Baby, last time calling me baby
Last time calling me crazy, crazy, crazy | Beware | Big Sean |
[Chorus]
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Stop! Now make that motherfucker hammer time like
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
[Verse 1]
Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble
I’m st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a bible
I got girlies half naked that shit look like the grotto
How your waist anorexic and then your ass is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off, bitch I’m Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gon' get a tip today
Fuck that you gonna get some dick today
I walk in with my crew and I’m breaking they necks
I’m looking all good I’m making her wet
They pay me respect they pay me in checks
And if she look good she pay me in sex (do it)
Bounce that ass (ass) it’s the roundest
You the best, you deserve a crown bitch, right on that ass
[Verse 2]
Wobbledy wobble, wo-wo-wobble, wobbin’
Ass so fat, all these bitches’ pussies is throbbin’
Bad bitches, I’m your leader, Phantom by the meter
Somebody point me to the best ass eater
Tell 'em "Pussy clean" I tell them "Pussy squeaky"
Niggas give me brain ’cause all of them niggas geeky
If he got a Mandingo, then I buy him a dashiki
And bust this pussy open in the islands of Waikiki
Kiss my ass and my anus, ’cause it’s finally famous
And it’s finally soft, yeah, it’s finally solved
I don’t know, man, guess them ass shots wore off
Bitches ain’t poppin’, Google, my ass
Only time you on the net is when you Google my ass
Y-y-you fuckin’ little whores, fu-fuckin’ up my decors
Couldn’t get Michael Kors if you was fuckin’ Michael Kors
B-B-Big Sean, b-boy, how big is you
Give me all your money and give me all your residuals
Then slap it on my ass, ass, ass
[Chorus]
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Stop! Now make that motherfucker hammer time like
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
H-h-h-h-h-hammer time
[Bridge]
Woah, white girls, black girls, tall girls, fat girls
Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
Go, go
Short girls, small girls, skinny girls, all girls
Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
And I want all of that
[Chorus]
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Stop! Now make that motherfucker hammer time like
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid! | Dance (A$$) (Remix) | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Uh huh
[Chorus]
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it (Make it)
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin' (For the takin')
And what I need from 'em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors (No)
What I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the takin' (Yeah-yeah)
And what I need from 'em? No favors (Look)
[Verse 1]
I'm about gettin' the job done, boy, up every night
I'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the dice (Dice)
I'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with ice
I'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your life (Woah)
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (Brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?
I'm like, "Niggas took the flow, but I'm still standin' too"
Thought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum too
Motherfuck all your comparisons (Fuck 'em)
I've been talkin' to God like that's my therapist
I'm African-American in America, I ain't inherit shit
But a millionaire under 30 so He must be hearin' shit
Don, don, don life (Don), I do this for the crib, the D to Flint (Woah)
Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead
From where they need a handout, but they tell you put hands up (No)
Only deals I had was from the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins, though you know what I came for
Born in a world goin' where they told me I can't go
In my lane though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so the head's what I aim for
When my grandma died I realized I got an angel
Show me everything's a blessing dependin' on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies
That's my new lifetime policy
Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship (Swerve, swerve)
How many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin'
The pictures we been paintin'? My nigga
Connected to a higher power—how I know?
'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga (Goddamn)
Look, all I ever did was beat the odds
'Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out
Never stoppin' like we hypnotized
Watch what we visualize on the rise (Woah)
Be the GOAT while we alive, when we die, we gon' be the Gods
[Chorus]
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
[Verse 2]
If she was flavor, I won't save her
No taste buds, ho, later
Fuck you lookin' at, hater?
I saw them eyes like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate
I'll be the last face you see 'fore you pass
When you get your fuckin' ass graded like a math paper
So ahead of my time, "late" means I'm early
My age is reversing, I'm basically thirty
Amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty
Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
A piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthy
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81
Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planet's having panic attacks
Brady's returning, matter of fact I may be deserving
Of a pat on the back like a Patriots jersey
Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it
Like a fuckin' Terrier hid in it
Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouth
Like a missile, a thunder cloud
Hundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will sound
And you'll get a round like Digital Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door handle, shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener
A candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, sucker
Some hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole cover
Hand over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner
Go ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of her
That's for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando
Hannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubborn
I'm anti, can't no government handle a commando
Your man don't want it
Trump's a bitch, I'll make his whole brand go under (Yeah)
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A.
White Bronco like Elway, speeding
I'm 'bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females stay beating 'em
Bet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "wait," pleading
But screaming is pointless like feeding Michel'le helium
Leaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized welt
Straight treating 'em like a cellmate
Seedy, I'm climbing hell's gate
Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-made
Meaning someone else's help ain't needed, 'cause I'ma—
[Chorus]
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
What I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
[Outro]
I know you feeling yourself right now
But I'm not sure she's the one
I wouldn't call her, man
Hey, I'm outside
What are you doing here?
[Produced by FrancisGotHeat & WondaGurl] | No Favors | Big Sean |
[Intro]
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
[Chorus]
I know you've been goin' through some things, uh-huh
I know you don't even love the same, do you? Do you?
I know you've been runnin' on empty, runnin' on empty
The way you move it's like you could use a vacation
Drink in your hand and the harder you dance
I swear right now, it look like you on a vacation
Gotta get away, make it happen
Whatever happened just had to happen
On vacation, yeah
I know you've been, I know you've been
[Verse 1]
Dancin', dancin', dancin' like you fuckin' got a reason
Dancin' like it's something to believe in
Dancin' like it's fuckin' dancing season
Blame it on the alcohol or blame it on sativa
The harder your heart'll keep beatin'
Only feel bad while you're thinkin'
Pop, pop, pop like PepsiCo, the best we smoke
Plus that tan look like you flew in from México
Go, go, let me see how wild it get, bust it wide as it get
You need to be taken care of and pampered
But just like a Pamper, he on that childish shit, yeah
I know you've been silencing your phone
(Silencin' your phone, ignorin' calls from home), uh-huh
I know you've been tryna get alone (I know)
What's up (What's up), it's on (It's on), no games (No games), we grown (I know, I know, I know)
I know you feel like sometimes that y'all don't speak the same language
(I know you feel like sometimes y'all don't speak the same), uh-huh
I know that you just wanna let it go with all the bitches that you came with
(I know that you just wanna let it go, let it go)
[Verse 2]
I know you've been going through some things
Wanna get away, baby, let me be your vacation
That other trick you've been fuckin' with is a trip
You know she be playin', baby, I am just sayin'
I know you know I am down for whatever, yeah
You know I'm just here to make you feel better, yeah, uh
Take a load off on my private island
Come inside and go into hidin'
I know that you've been sacrificin' your time and need time to unwind and let go
So let go and let's go and let's roll and we roll (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Excited, activated, get ignited
So many charges on my card, aw God, I think it got indicted (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get a, get a night, get a day, get a room, get a place
Get a drink, pop a bottle, maybe we can get away
You a star, you need space, we can shoot up out of town
Have you ever been to Texas? (Texas), South by Southwestern
Where we can smoke a zip like we can't get arrested
Where they might know us off any intersection (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I mean, baby, I know you've been, wanna be the baddest
Wanna be with somebody who ain't never had it
No status, just all cinematics, you just gotta cast it
[Bridge]
I know you've been cryin' and poutin' (Yeah, yeah)
Know you're tired of arguin', but not screamin' and shoutin'
And you know we on a roll like we did good in college
Throwin' hundreds and thousands like they not hundreds and thousands
[Chorus]
Why? 'Cause I know you've been goin' through some things
I know you've been going through some things you can't explain
With your main thing, that shit insane (Uh-huh)
I know you just tryna maintain, that shit is lame, you can't complain (I know you don't even love the same)
Don't love the same, I know you divin' through pain (Do you? Do you?)
I know you goin' so crazy, I know you runnin' on empty (I know you've been runnin' on empty)
That shit can fuck with your menty (Runnin' on empty)
I know this shit, don't you tempt me, I know you (The way you move, it's like you could use a vacation)
I know you, I know you
Drink in your hand and the harder you dance
I swear it's lookin' like right now, you want a vacation (You need a vacation, how 'bout Hawaii, Jamaica?)
Gotta get away, make it happen
Whatever happened just had to happen
On vacation, yeah
I know you've been, I know you've been
[Outro]
I know it look like like you need a vacation
How 'bout Hawaii? Maybe Jamaica, maybe Asia
Take you places that other niggas can't take you
Don't forget the makeup, yeah | I Know | Big Sean |
[Intro]
They used to tell me
Used to tell me
[Chorus]
I hope you learn to make it on your own
And if you love yourself, just know you'll never be alone
I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose
I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know
Hope you get the pretty girls that's pretty at everything
Million-dollar cribs, havin' million-dollar dreams
And when you get it all, just remember one thing, remember one thing
That one man could change the world
That one man could change the world
[Verse 1]
All I, all I wanted was a hundred million dollars and a bad chick
Imagined it so much, some nights, it felt like that I had it
Back on the mattress
Starin' at the ceilin' tryna connect the dots, but it's hard makin' those attachments
I'm talkin' dreamin' so hard, some nights, it felt like draft day, you know
My, my stepbrother used to flip them bags outside the crib like it was trash day
No Kim K, but he bagged yay (Yay)
But when you're gettin' fast money, slow down, don't crash
With all the drive in the world, swear you still need gas, look
Think about it, close your eyes, dream about it
Tell your team about it, go make million-dollar schemes about it
Success is on the way, I feel it in the distance
Used to look up at the stars and be like, "Ain't too much that's different"
I be shinin', they be shinin', get your one shot, don't you miss it
What you know 'bout wakin' up every day like you on a mission?
[Chorus]
And I hope you learn to make it on your own
And if you love yourself, just know you'll never be alone
I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose
I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know
Hope you get the pretty girls that's pretty and everything
Million-dollar cribs, havin' million-dollar dreams
And when you get it all, just remember one thing, remember one thing
One man could change the world
One man could change the world
[Verse 2]
My grandma told me, "If you write your name in stone, you'll never get the White-Out"
I grinded out that black hole, then performed up at the White House
Standin' next to Jim Carrey, we traded stories, then laughed
I said, "You not the only one I know got rich wearin' masks"
Where I'm from, I swear they broke, they need way more than a cast
We need more than what you have and then we need more than that
But how I'm supposed to say I'm tired?
If that girl from West Virginia came up in conditions that I couldn't survive?
Went to war, came back alive
On top of that, became a female Black captain when, bein' Black, you had to extra-extra try
Way before James Brown made us proud
She bought a crib on the same street as Marvin Gaye right there on Outer Drive
And she taught me how to drive
And she raised her kids, then her kids' kids, and she did it right
Taught me how to love, taught me not to cry
When I die, I hope you teach me how to fly
All my life, you've been that angel in disguise, and I
[Chorus]
I hope you learn to make it on your own
And if you love yourself, just know you'll never be alone
I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose
I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know
Hope you get the pretty girls that's pretty at everything
Million-dollar cribs, havin' million-dollar dreams (Oh)
And when you get it all, just remember one thing, remember one thing
That one man can change the world
That one man can change the world
[Outro]
Thank you for callin' me and thinkin' about me
It's all good, I love you, grandma
Bye | One Man Can Change the World | Big Sean |
[Intro]
God, oh, God
Boi, boi
I've been workin' all god damn year, I just got my check
I'm 'bout to spend it all on me, I'm worth it, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Hol' up, hol' up, tell me what you see (What you see)
Pull up (Swerve), watch these mothafuckas freak (Watch 'em freak)
S-say what up though when you see me in the streets
G.O.O.D. Music in this bitch, now drop that mothafuckin' beat, woah
[Chorus]
Okay, this to all of my enemies that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, see me gettin' guap right now (Yeah)
This to all of my hatin' hoes that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now (Haan?)
This to all my old hoes that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now (Yeah)
See me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, I won't stop right now (Big Sean)
Hell nah, I won't stop right now, see me gettin' guap right now
[Verse 1]
Okay, I need 50k large (Right now)
My mama need a new crib (Right now)
My daddy need a new car (Right now)
So I be goin' so hard (Right now)
Detroit is my yard (Right now)
I need a 17 car garage (Right now)
I need a 17 broad menage (Right now)
I need a jail house to free my dogs (Right now)
I done paid taxes, paid dues, paid bills my whole life
So I'ma throw money in the air, like I'm tryin' to pay the sky
Told myself that man if I can't live like this, I'd rather die
I give it up to God, and he always replies:
"Control yo' hoes, you let her talk 'til you crazy
You got baby mama drama, you ain't even got you no baby!
You fugazi, b-boss up, boss up with your time dog
You ain't got time for no hoes, I ain't even got time for no time off!"
I'm on
[Chorus]
Okay, this to all of my enemies that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, see me gettin' guap right now
This to all of my hatin' hoes that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
This to all my old hoes that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now (Oh God)
See me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, I won't stop right now (Oh God, boi, boi, boi)
Hell nah, I won't stop right now, see me gettin' guap right now
[Verse 2]
Okay, I need 50k large (Right now)
My homie just beat the charge (Right now)
My brother need a new job (Right now)
So I be goin' so hard (Right now)
I need my face on a black card (Right now)
My iPhone need a charge (Right now)
My fish tank need sharks (right now)
I need a blimp to say the worlds ours (Right now)
So these niggas can know I do what they can't
I'm stuntin' for all the people who ain't
You still hatin'? You should be fuckin' ashamed
Far as I came, guess when you're running the game they want you to sprain
Yeah, I know, I know, but I don't get my stress on
Takin' shots, swear it's like my stomachs made of Teflon
They like, "Boy, won't you get your rest on?"
Bitch, cause I'm up for every hour I was slept on
And last night I dreamed about two girls, bisexual
They was tryin' things, trisexual
Then I woke up in a city where the population match the death toll
Drew my blueprint, got it illustrated, F.F. affiliated
Millions chasin' go to sleep wake up continuated
Life of a Don, Chandon sippin', never had a palm readin'
Always had my palms itchin' time to get it
Boy, I was taught to get it 'til it's gone
Even when I got it, watch me get it like I don't
[Chorus]
Okay, this to all of my enemies that see me gettin' guap right now (D-Town)
See me gettin' guap right now, see me gettin' guap right now
This to all of my hatin' hoes that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
This to all my old hoes that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, I won't stop right now
Hell nah, I won't stop right now, see me gettin' guap right now
[Outro]
Right now, woah
Right now, woah
Right now, woah
Right now, woah
Right now, woah
Right now, woah, woah
Four, three, two, one
This to all my enemies that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, won't stop right now
Four, three, two, one
See me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, won't stop right now
Hell nah, won't stop right now, see me gettin' guap right now
Four, three, two, one | Guap | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Yeah
(Ear Drummers)
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
[Chorus]
I always wanted to stunt so hard (Yeah)
I always wanted to ride that whip (Always)
I always wanted to fuck that bitch (I always)
Thank you, God, I fucked that bitch (God)
I always wanted to live this life (Life)
I always wanted to wear that ice (All this ice)
I always wanted paradise
I always wanted paradise, look
[Post-Chorus]
Now it don't take a lot to make you rich (To make you rich)
I'm addicted to a lot of crazy shit (I'm addicted to a lot of crazy shit, straight up)
But I feel like money is the best drug (Best drug)
Sometimes, hate can be the best love
[Verse 1]
Walkin' in like I got cameras on me
Niggas can't control me, ain't no handles on me
Shit don't get out of hand, it get handled, homie
Got a pretty young girl, look like Janet on me (Word)
She a pretty penny and she know I'm doing numbers 'til we crash up the whole database (Word)
I bring it home like I'm base to base to base (Yeah)
Closet lookin' like Planet of the Bathing Apes (Yeah)
What you think, this life just landed on me?
My whole city look like it's abandoned, homie
And we came straight out of those abandoned homies (Yeah)
Every wish we ever had got granted, homie
And I'll never take that shit for granted
Even when the marble floor and countertop is all granite
Back before I got paid any advances
Back when my Rollie was tickin', no dancin'
Nigga, never did I slip or I panic
Even if I was the captain of Titanic
Ridin' through the North Atlantic, homie
I never jumped crew or abandoned, homie
All the fruits of my labor organic, homie
Makin' sure my family tree got hammocks on it
And a good guy can change, 'specially if he short-changed
So fuck is my ransom, homie?
[Bridge]
Money bag, money bag, money bag
Money bag, money bag, money bag (Yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag
Money bag, money bag, money bag (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I always wanted to stunt so hard (Yeah)
I always wanted to ride that whip (Always)
I always wanted to fuck that bitch (I always)
Thank you, God, I fucked that bitch (God)
I always wanted to live that life (Life)
I always wanted to wear that ice (All this ice)
I always wanted paradise
I always wanted paradise (Always wanted paradise)
[Interlude]
(Uh-huh), straight up
Finally Famous, nigga (Yeah)
(Ear Drummers)
Aw, damn
Damn
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
[Verse 2]
Aw, damn, I'm illuminated
Man, I knew I'd make it and I kept that shit accumulatin'
Never throwin' money out, I boomerang it
Finally Famous over everything, that's the numerator
Weed lit, yeah, it's 'luminated
Room lookin' like it's fumigated, bitch, my crew invaded
When I walk in, man, they body to body
Hold up, everybody, don't worry, man, I got it, I got it
I need a hundred-dollar bill, photocopy the email and copy
Man, I'm goin' hard all season
These hoes goin' both ways, offense, defense
Livin' life on the deep end
F-F allegiance, beat the odds and got even
What you think, that we just started, nigga?
Boy, the sword just got sharpened, nigga
This ain't war, we just sparrin', nigga
I was on the rooftop with my nigga Mike Carson, nigga
Shootin' that "Too Fake" video, my nigga, we all in
We set ourselves apart from all our apartments
Was up in Florida, no Marlins, nigga
I'm that Sean, no Marlon, nigga, uh
Look at my girl, nigga, fuck your bae list
Fuck your night list, fuck your day list, fuck your playlist
I'm from the D, fuck your A-list
I been workin' eight days a week, I don't even know what the fuck today is
I hit the booth and I just went Super Saiyan
I run with the purp like I play with the Ravens
These bitches rantin', ravin'
Hope I never have to go back watchin' Everybody Loves Raymond
Eating ramen, nigga, this paradise
Life's a fuckin' paradox and pair of dice
If they not rollin' with you, then they parasites, nigga
I had that vision, it was clear in sight, nigga, Sean Don | Paradise (Extended) | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, we good
Keep talkin' about this shit or whatever, we can go back and forth all day
[Chorus]
(How much I live, I live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby (Straight up)
[Verse 1]
That's that don't play, woo, that's that new Ye
People sayin' I'm the closest thing to Mike since Janet, woo
Tom Cruise, homie, we jumpin' up on them couches
That's a fresh house, is that a guest house? Your house got another house?
Your bitch got a bitch, your spouse got another spouse
Young Walt Disney, I'ma tell you truthfully
If you leave Mickey, you gon' end up with a goofy
I imagine that's what Chris told Karrueche
Girls be actin' like it's diamonds in they coochie
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
But cops chokin' niggas out in the media
We finna have to protest and tear the city up
We 'bout to tear this whole place up, pretty much
(How much I live), woo
[Bridge]
And you know it's all your fault
Nobody, nobody, nobody, babe
You know it's all your fault
Nobody, nobody, nobody, but me (How much I live, I live for your love)
[Chorus]
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby (Live for your love, straight up)
[Verse 2]
Ho, we done made it through hell and disaster
My crib done got bigger, my women got badder
You wonderin' how do you get in the game?
I'm wonderin' how do I get to the rafters?
Oh, boy, I'm at it 'til these records gettin' shattered
'Til I'm MJ and Magic, ooh, and she just want the status
So you the man she got, but I'm the man that she been after
She done sent so many naked pics, my phone ain't got no data
I walk off in New York like my name Derek Jeter
Headed home to the D where you know I keep a Gina (Gina)
I'm the good with the evil (Evil), fuck you, nice to meet you
You can't have a peace sign, man, without the middle finger
With the clique when you see us, that's my family to me
That's my family tree, they're my arms, legs, hands, and my feet
And I can't cut them off with even diabetes
Hit the beat and kerosene it, scratch that, I white sheet it
A hundred-dollar fade every single time you see us
Been a king all my life, so I shoulda got a Caesar (Caesar)
Somewhere off in Vegas rollin' dice up at the Caesars
Got me thinkin' back on how I used to roll to Little Caesars
Piece of pizza with Tanisha, now I'm with a boniqua (Boniqua)
She finna blow at that
I got your dream girl, yeah, she actin' like a ho at that
Throw her to me, I'ma throw that back (How much I live, I live for your love)
Top spot, I'm finna go at that (Straight up)
[Chorus]
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)
Lit for your love, baby (Straight up)
[Verse 3]
Ho, you gotta move quick
World in my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip
I don't like loose pussy or loose lips
And I done did the impossible a few times, Tom Cruise shit
Ho, and I ain't satisfied bein' on that top-five list
I ain't satisfied until I'm on that all-time list
'Til everything I spit is all timeless
My girl on that all-fine list
My life a little luck, a lot of grind, bitch
No "maybe," ho, I gotta make it, been one
Fuck your nomination, man, fuck the world
I'm repopulatin'
Wrap my Rollie 'round her waist, yeah, time's a-wastin'
Niggas want the comma-comma-combination
Long as I'm around, it's gon' be dot-dot-dot, a lot of waitin'
Got my pinky on her brain while I'm gettin' brain, plottin' world domination
People ask me how to make it
I'm just like, "Man, if you want the crown, bitch, you gotta take it"
Straight up
[Outro]
Straight up | All Your Fault | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Girl, it's true
You do, you do, you do
It's true (Oh)
It's waitin' for you (Uh-huh)
Girl, it's true
[Verse 1]
Okay, I won't deny it
Half the time you send a text, yep, you know I'm not replyin'
Just to let you know, I'm not one of them niggas you be dodgin'
I'm the one that you dodge with (Swerve)
I'm the one that you gon' take that dress you're savin' out the closet (Woah)
I'm the one you need alone
I'm the one that when you're 'round your friends that you gotta put on speakerphone
Just so you can let them know what we be on
Like he the one, yeah, yeah
I know I'm young, but you respect me like a father figure
Young mobbish nigga, probably make your father figures
Sean Don Perrier out in Paris with a pair of Yays goin'
Well, I would tell you, but I gotta paraphrase
And even when you trippin', we trippin', I'll pay for you
Gourmet for you, chauffeur arranged for you
I'll take that flight alone earlier in the day for you
Just to beat you there, prepare, and let you know I'm waitin' for you
Finally Famous
[Chorus]
I ain't like them other niggas (Other niggas)
And I ain't 'bout to play no games with you (Play no games)
You know what your problem is? (No)
You don't ever see the big picture
Ooh-wee, I want you to take me serious
Oh, baby, I want you to take me serious (Aw, yeah, yeah, waitin' for you)
[Verse 2]
Wait, wait, waitin' for you
I be wait, wait, waitin' for you (Girl, it's true)
You got a young boss nigga like me waitin' for you
You got that bomb-ass pussy, I'll be waitin' for you (Yeah)
Who you love? (Tell me), tell me who you fuckin' love (Tell me)
Tell me who you wanna fuck and love
I left that sexy dress out on the bed with a note there layin' for you
With directions where I'm waitin' with dinner and waiter for you (For you)
I'm the nigga (Nigga), she tell me I'm that nigga
I'm the nigga that's your nigga even when you got a nigga (Huh?)
That you make love with, but right before, take drugs with
Then right after, hit the tub, wait on me with suds
Then you back that ass up on me like it's '99 (Woah)
Wine fine like a bottle from the '99 (Uh-huh)
Hit you with the ninety-nine like it's fuckin' Primetime (Time)
Killed the pussy, had to hit that shit like nine times (Woo)
Girl, even when I'm gone, just know I'm there for you (There for ya)
I'm all ears, in other words here for you (Here for you)
I'd probably rob a fuckin' bank and go to jail for you (Uh-huh)
As long as I can smack that ass and pull that hair for you
Finally Famous (Famous)
[Bridge]
I've been waitin' on that ass all night, though
Girl, don't keep me waitin' no more
Yeah
Yeah
It's true
Got some things I wanna do to you, baby
Oh
Ooh, yeah | Play No Games | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Metro on the beat, Metro on the beat
Ayy, Lil' Metro on that beat
[Chorus]
Head so good, pussy so good
If I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit, I would
Yeah, I would, yeah, I would
If I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit, I would
Head so good, pussy so good
If I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit, I would
Yeah, I would, yeah, I would
If I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit, I would
[Verse 1]
I'ma splash, I'ma splash, pop a pill, I won't even do the half
Do the whole thing, I'ma last, I'ma last
Pussy so good, I never fuck you in the ass
Got a long dick, that shit barely fit
Like O.J. glove, you must acquit
All these other hoes, I must had quit
When you ask me, "What other bitch you fuckin' with?"
I grab you up on some hood shit, you look back like, "Good shit"
Got so deep in that bitch, it felt spiritual
Flooded in that pussy, it's a miracle
Yeah, how the hell you sucked the soul out my dick?
Then made me a feast and started rollin' up the zip
See, that's the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, that's why I fuck with you
I had told all my niggas, they want fuck you too
Got mad, told my niggas they can't fuck with you
'Cause last time we fucked, I fell in love with you
I know my face the perfect tat
You lil' baby, I'm the dad, tryna fuck so bad 'cause that
[Verse 2]
Head so good, dick is so good
If I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit I would
Yeah, I would, yeah, I would
If I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit I would
You can smash, you can smash
Hood nigga, you don't even need a pass
But do you think you up for the task?
'Cause this a big body Benz, please don't crash
Last time I let you fuck, it was amazin', shit
Love a nigga who ain't scared to put his face in it
And I still remember every single place you licked
So I sucked the soul outcha just to thank that dick
I'm a nasty bitch, I can take that shit
Pussy tight as long johns, I'ma make that fit
And I never tell a chick about the pipe I get
'Cause if she ever disrespect, I have to fight that bitch
You know that beef stick so bomb
My nigga ask who pussy is it, I said, "Big Sean"
Tryna make me fall in love, nigga, don't play
If I could quit my job, then I lay up and fuck you all day
[Verse 3]
You got such a pretty mind (Oh, my God)
I be damned if I didn't sixty-nine
I can hit this shit until I'm sixty-nine
Nah, fuck it, I can hit this shit until I'm six feet down
Deep in that dirt (Dirt), what you gotta snooker just to leave in that skirt? (Skirt)
Got everybody watchin' while you leavin' from work (Work)
Got the preacher watchin' while you leavin' from church
Baby, you know what you worth
I'm the only one that know what to do when you take that ass out
Sit it on my lap, that shit make me wanna cash out
Cum inside your face, aw, baby, now you can't smile
Cum inside that pussy, I'ma give your mom a grandchild
I'ma make you cum three times
Four times, five times, baby, six times (Damn)
I'ma ask you, "Is this pussy mine?" (Is it mine?)
If you say no, bitch, you lyin' (Bitch, you lyin')
'Cause when I take it out, you start cryin' (Start cryin')
I'd done fucked around and realigned your spine (Goddamn)
You look good from the front and the back
You lil' baby, I'm the dad, tryna fuck so bad, 'cause that
[Outro]
Oh God, oh my God | So Good | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Yeah
Sex game had her ass blowing me up (Brrr)
Sex game had her ass texting me up
Yeah (808 Mafia!)
Woah
[Chorus]
I got the moves
I got the moves (Woah)
I'm making moves
You gotta move (You gotta move)
She make that back move (Damn)
She made her titties move (Goddamn)
I make the city move (Like woah)
I make the city move
I got the moves (I'm making—)
I got the moves (I got the moves)
I'm making moves (I'm making moves)
You gotta move (You gotta—)
She make that back move (Damn)
She made her titties move (Goddamn)
I make the city move (l do)
I make the city move (I do)
[Verse]
Look, give me the ball and I won't have to pass it
I ain't passing out until I'm asthma attacking (Woah)
I take a plan and then I back-to-back it
Hit after hit, check the batting average (Check)
I take the work, flip it, acrobatic
Got a little time and a lot of talent
Do a little talking and a lot of action
Seen the competition, hm, not a challenge
I lean, I move, I walk through in this bitch
Packed out, but I can count on my hands who I'ma talk to in this bitch
Girls from law school in this bitch
Yeah, they paralegals
Barely 21, that's very legal
But they doing shit that's probably barely legal, aw, man
It's that nigga that you probably least expected
I just had a couple dots that need connecting (Yeah, yeah)
Now your top five getting redirected
From here on out, it'll be consecutive
We making moves like Tarantino, like J.J. Abrams (Woah)
Moving like Channing Tatum (Woah)
Moving like Jason Statham (Damn)
Motherfuck the whole industry
Half of these niggas my mini-me's (Uh huh)
I got this bitch going off more than breaking and entering
You hot for a minute, me (Brr, brr)
I make the shit that last for infinity
Hop in the booth, man, that shit like a gym to me, don't test the agility (Don't)
Silly, silly, thinking that the negativity you talking could ever fuck up the tranquility, look
Okay, okay, okay, I'm on Rodeo for the day
If you owe me then you better pay your layaway, away
Stay away, or your ass might get K.O., kay today
Man, that "Pew! Pew!" hit your ass from like way, a-ways, away (Goddamn)
[Chorus]
I got the moves
I got the moves (Woah)
I'm making moves
You gotta move (You gotta move)
She make that back move (Damn)
She made her titties move (Goddamn)
I make the city move (Like woah)
I make the city move
I got the moves (I'm making—)
I got the moves (I got the moves)
I'm making moves (I'm making moves)
You gotta move (You gotta—)
She make that back move (Damn)
She made her titties move (Goddamn)
I make the city move (I do)
I make the city move (Yeah, I do)
[Outro]
Look, I'm a Don, I'm a Don, I'm a Don (Don)
I gave my whole family jobs and I take care of my mom
Me and my girl been through so much, that's my partner in crime (808 Mafia!)
Touch any of the above, now you harder to find
Gone | Moves | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Brrt
I look up, so many (On my don shit)
So, so many
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
[Chorus]
I done made sacrifices (I, I)
So many sacrifices (Straight, straight up)
I done gave up so much free time knowing time ain’t free
Fuck it, I sacrificed it (Fuck it, I sacrificed it)
My girl show me love, she know I made sacrifices (I, I)
And if it's real, real love then you make sacrifices (Straight up)
To get ahead, man, you gotta make sacrifices (Woah)
Fuck it though, that's how hungry my appetite is, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Fuck what you telling me, I sense the jealousy
I got telepathy, I got the recipe
I got the streets and I don’t got no felonies
Forward thinking, yeah, my mind is ahead of me
Momma said, "It's gonna be whatever you let it be"
It's some homies I grew up with that's dead to me
It's some niggas that I just met in debt to me
What's in common is they both pay respect to me
I get it my way from Friday to Friday
My girl is a mix of Aaliyah and Sade
I came a long way from that "Marvin and Chardonnay"
I pull out the driveway like I'm in a car chase speeding!
And if my bitch cheat, she know I'm leaving!
No text, no call, boy
That bitch airplane mode, cold
No peacoat, no time to change clothes
Same clothes, love if you living by the same code
G-code, leave, ho
Fuck it, you dead to me, back to my destiny
Penthouse, birds eye view, that's a nest for me
I got my self out of debt
So when you see me, know you're somebody I'll never need
[Chorus]
Sacrifices (I, I)
So many sacrifices (Straight, straight up)
I done gave up so much free time knowing time ain’t free (Free)
Fuck it, I sacrificed it (Fuck it, I sacrificed it)
My girl show me love, she know I made sacrifices (I, I)
And if it's real, real love then you make sacrifices (Straight up)
To get ahead, man, you gotta make sacrifices (Woah)
Fuck it though, that's how hungry my appetite is, yeah, yeah
[Bridge]
I cut the fuck shit drama out my energy
Focused on the inner me, never on the enemy
And I done sacrificed my own time, I done sacrificed my own mind
I done sacrificed the club life, I done sacrificed my love life
Look, I cut the fuck shit drama out my energy
Focused on the inner me, never on the enemy
And I done sacrificed my own time, I done sacrificed my own mind
I done sacrificed the club life, I done sacrificed my love life (Offset)
[Verse 2]
I done sacrificed the thug life (Hey)
Diamonds shining ain't no dull life (Shine)
Drop my top to get my mind right (Skrt)
Pull up in the 'Rari, loud pipes (Skrr)
Bitch, I'm the don, my wrist a hundon (Patek)
Ooh, yeah, Gucci python (Yeah)
Ooh, yeah, she play with her tongue
Yeah, I bought that bitch a new charm (Woo)
Lit nigga pop one, I told her come see about me (Come on, come see me)
The devil had entered my soul, my momma had beat it out me (The devil, my momma)
Remember my grandmama had told me you better be somebody (Be somebody)
Hop in my seats massaging (Ah!)
Watch how I lead the posse (Come on), I made an M deposit (Hey)
[Verse 3]
Paid all these dues with the game (Yeah, yeah)
Sacrificed yo' stripes for that stain (Sacrifice)
Heard you sacrificed your life for that chain (Yeah, yeah)
She sacrificed that money for cocaine (White, phew, coco)
Left hand got three rings, that's Bron Bron, we up one
Bad bitch, she a savage, take her to the mall and buy her something (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's gonna wanna make your friends come (Yeah, hey)
Make way with the tommy gun (Tommy gun, brrt)
Why can't y'all recognize that we all came from sacrifice? (Woo, woo)
Why can't y'all recognize that we all came from sacrifice? (Hey)
Ten toes, yeah, you gotta stay down, ayy (Woo)
Just some young niggas looking for a way out, ayy (Woo)
People watchin', yeah, I gotta skip town, ayy (Woo)
Hit my phone if you need a whole pound, ayy
[Chorus]
I done made sacrifices (I, I)
So many sacrifices (Straight, straight up)
I done gave up so much free time knowing time ain’t free (Free)
Fuck it, I sacrificed it (Fuck it, I sacrificed it)
My girl show me love, she know I made sacrifices (I, I)
And if it's real, real love then you make sacrifices (Straight up)
To get ahead, man, you gotta make sacrifices (Woah)
Fuck it though, that's how hungry my appetite is, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
I know my great, great, great aunty was a slave (I know)
I could only imagine all the sacrifice she made (I can only imagine)
I could only imagine all the shit she had to take (I can only imagine)
I'ma make sure all the blood she gave wasn't in vain (Damn)
I sacrificed for your entertainment, boy, I'm Mr. Anderson in the Matrix
Check the last name it's all facts and the human race is all about pacing (Damn)
Look at all the ones I outlasted, I'm the one at the end like I count backwards
Never satisfied, details classified 'til the afterlife, make a sacrifice, Don (Don)
Why can’t y’all recognize that we all came from sacrifice?
Why can’t y’all recognize that we all came from sacrifice? | Sacrifices | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G. Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
[Verse 1]
Yellow bands around them hundreds, you know how much that is (Tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the backend (Send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough, you know that I got mag in (What?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (You see it)
Bandman like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head? Come find me (Come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin', he ain't tryna come home cocky (He chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (Dollar), and a mansion and a chopper (What else?)
In the desert on a dirt bike (Skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (Fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (Woah)
Paid ninety for my grill, then lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (Damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz
Kash Doll'll paint you red, throw you in the water, they gon' think you a lobster, nigga
Gang (Uh)
[Verse 2]
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news
All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose?
Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move
Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle, I used to shop at Pinnacle
Your nigga still drink Pinnacle, bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit
Call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash, kid
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit
I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be cappin', uh
Me, Sean, Tee off that Pusha T, ain't no pushin' me
Bro might put you on a tee, dot my I's and cross my T's
Bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
But bro can't put you onto me
A-plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here
[Verse 3]
I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I stay woke
Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke
Try me, 40 make you back up off me like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered down, Jhené Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny
Nigga, you not finna ham me, huh
Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
Niggas tryna ride my wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six in a Lam', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby, Four-One)
[Verse 4]
They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance
In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winnin'
Rap failed, oh well, give me back my scale
And a burn-out cell, I'll grow clientele (Yup)
Four-One P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's (Uh)
Want halves, nigga, don't call me, don't insult me (Boy)
Wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit cost me
Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee
I run with hustlers and bosses, bosses and hustlers (Yeah)
Had to find my hustle, I was lost in the gutter
Got out that jam, now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers
[Interlude]
(Let's go)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 5]
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in
Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten
I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm throwin' dubs still
I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free
Told 'em keep the G-Wagon plain, don't even tint these
Can't be fuckin' with a lame, dog, you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn still, codeword for reggies
I ain't signed a deal yet, fuck it, I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eatin', free my niggas 'til I see 'em
He ain't dead, we ain't even, Jet back, ante up, bitch
Free them boys
[Interlude]
(Shit hard)
(Where you at, Bo?)
[Verse 6]
We gon' make it off the ave, get a half, then I shake it
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me for raises
Took me six hours to count it, bubble wrap it up, and tape it
All my bitches want allowance, plug askin' me for favors
I been out of town so long, had to get reacquainted
With the neighbors on the block, all this cash we been rakin'
[Verse 7]
Way before the rap when I was writin' verses
We was beatin' up the Ike like I was Tina Turner
We was loadin' up the Glock and fillin' up the hearses
Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday, tryna teach the sermon
Tryna teach 'em how to get it, fill up they mamas' purses
So they ain't standin' front the judge, listen to the verdicts
'Cause we was standin' on the block, thuggin' with the serpents (Yeah)
Get caught with Kurtis Blow on me and they gon' close the curtains
[Verse 8]
Million-dollar calls you can't merge in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift
She gon' play her part so well, you thought that she rehearsed it
Don life worship
Holy temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches
[Interlude]
Yeah (Hit-Boy)
Look
[Verse 9]
I can't even chill, I get active
Overdoin' everythin' my best and worst habit
Shit be impossible 'til it happens
I never thought I'd see Kobe go before Magic
That taught me first, no seconds to waste
Only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face
Fuck you think she doin' over here? Watchin' Netflix?
Beard game, might just let it grow down to my necklace, uh
I don't hope for wins, I expect it, uh
Adrenaline in me like it got injected
My girl say I got communication issues, no, I don't
I just don't like sharin' all my problems more than the results
I bring the plan back to my team, tell 'em go wild
Godbody my physique and my profile
I did every single goal that I wrote down
Checked it off, it's old now
And that shit give me chills, fuck I gotta take yours?
I'm the originator, make it, then I make more
Written in stone, you can't forge
You ain't on my level even if we in the same buildin' on the same floor
Old boy black out
Dough boy cash out, payroll, contract maxed out
Cash kid, cash cow
Tapped in, I can't tap out
Bitch, keep thinkin' I'm sleepin' in
Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creepin' in
Lil' bitch, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist, you get the gist?
Fuck a cease and desist, they shootin' up seats and exits
Throwin' plays to my bros, I'm leadin' the league in assists
Hopscotch, blacktop, I ain't been skippin' a step since
Real estate, Zillow every day, bitch, I might just change my profession
Dodged so many rainy days, it changed my complexion
Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection
I turned out to be the man that I manifested
[Interlude]
(Let's go then)
[Verse 10]
Hmm, fuck the bullshit
I ain't here to make no friends, can't get bool with me
Since an adolescent, I was ignorant, up in school trippin'
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick, both balls licked, and do it to me
Ain't go to college, I ain't want no pussy nigga roomin' with me
Still could've went to college, Sada ain't no fool, nigga
Every clip we got extended, yellow Perkies look like minions
Put Church's Chicken on your niggas, scrape them boys for half a biscuit
Know I like the burner, but I'll beat your ass, this shit personal, huh
Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh
[Interlude]
(Let's go, Royce)
[Verse 11]
Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me
I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key
I did it all without a college degree
I went from hottest signed artists, don dada, to G
Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather, and P
D-Boy, Rottweiler, Sean, Sada, and Tee
Standin' on the corner three days
Phone is on Motorola prepaid
Diadora or gold Ellesses
These are ordered from the older East Bays
She either rollin' with the owners or the lessees
A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges
A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin'
I thought I told you motherfuckers I ain't need a budget
I ride with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide, got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell that Cole and Adele
Or go NFL, be Kobe or Kells
The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail
The fight has been fixed since the openin' bell
And you know who postin' your bail? Who promotin' your L?
Who be hopin' you fail? Nigga, Oprah and Gayle
Ignore the hate, show the world that we love the opps
Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs
Nah
[Interlude]
(Okay, yeah)
(Hit-Boy)
Yeah
(G. Ry got me)
[Verse 12]
Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever
You murdering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured, I'ma treat this roof like I'm peelin' off (What?)
The plastic on a pill bottle, I'm tearin' the ceilin' off, yeah
Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, bitch
And I'm strapped up with ammunition
And single-handedly takin' over the game like I had an actual hand missing
But I only need one to clap
Animal ambition
The only butt-fuckin' way that you're strapped is for cash
Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfuckin' imaginary little handgun you're brandishin'
Bitch, if you pull up with the stick
It's a car with a manual transmission
The chances are low to none that I will overcome my bipolar one
Voodoo dolls, I'm just pokin' fun, pins to me are like loaded guns
When I'm holdin' one, if I'm just fiddlin' with it
This motherfucker discharges like me checkin' myself out of the fucking mental hospital
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka
And walkin' right up in the middle of a little kids' fuckin' pillow fight with it
You want smoke? I'm like hookah
Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my fucking Pumas
Run home and go fuck my room up
These streets will try to vacuum you up
That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile and Hoover (What?)
'Cause it sucked like a Roomba
But even if I would've went the indie route
I don't have any doubt
I would still get blown like it's windy out
Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out
This is the beginning of the ending, but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds
If I dig deep down when I'm in my bag like Fendi
Who am I offending now?
Got so many fucking detractors, feels like I'm gettin' plowed
Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many pounds
You would think I'm turnin' pages the way that I'm flippin' paper
Middle fingers, them bitches get to wavin' like friendly neighbors
I'm talkin' loot like I'm rioting
Dick is so big, I can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing
I don't think it'd be logic for me to say that I'm retirin'
But I should say bye-bye, earthlings
'Cause I'm back on Uranus fuckin' up this "Grindin'" beat, yeah
I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song
You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart
So when I'm rippin', it's hard to tell whether if it is really because
Of how offensive I am, or just what a bitch that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes at fucking St. Vincent de Paul
Like I don't make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil is sharp, and I'm quick on the draw
Yeah, so when I pull it, surprise (Pull it, surprise), like Kendrick Lamar
You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog
'Cause y'all are missing a heart
Plus your bitch is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz
This shit is like sitting in the principal's office getting scolded for skipping
Y'all got detention tomorrow
I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal
Bitch, your skin's gonna crawl
I'm invincible, I've been through it all
Like I never thought about just ending it 'til I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall
My back was against
Now I rap like I'm possessed, that's nine-tenths of the law
Oh
Oh, fuck it | Friday Night Cypher | Big Sean |
[Hook]
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for anything
No, no, not anything and you
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got a brand new Benz, crazy right? Brand new Benz
Got less miles on it than I do friends
Remember when we laid at you and Paige’s crib?
Was there so long, I coulda paid rent
Remember when we couldn’t get shit?
Best thing 'bout being broke is you don’t spend shit
Remember that Christmas? We had a wish list
We couldn’t afford nothin' but we still get shit
Ironically, those were the times I felt the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking about when we went to London and Paris
And gave each other times that we cherished
Remember when you saw the Eiffel Tower
And you got so drunk, threw up? Yup, you were so embarrassed
See those are times I can’t let go, I can’t let go
Man, I hate to see you single in the club
Looking for kisses and hugs, so you sipping on XO
'Til I snatch you up like "Let’s go"
[Hook]
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for anything
No, no, not anything and you
Can't nobody do it like (Do it), like (Do it), like (Do it), like
[Verse 2]
My bad for those long, long nights
Long nights when I left you in the sheets
Sorry for when you had to cry yourself to sleep
Tried to count on me and I made you count sheep
Sorry when you put your faith in me
I was unfaithful, disgraceful, distasteful
Yeah I know you’re not supposed to have your cake and eat it too
Crazy how these hoes always kept my plate full
But what about the emails you hacked in?
I know we hate to live in the past-tense
It’s been weird since I went out West
And did an album with No I.D. and ain’t came back since
Now we the best in the city, I rep for the city
That’s about the time that you left for the city
You and all your girls moved to NY
I shoulda known now how you watch "Sex and the City"
I know we ain’t close but, I gotta focus on blowing up
I know I promised that I’d be there, and really did I ever show up?
I know I wasn’t honest to ya girl
Almost broke every promise to ya girl, brought problems to your world
And you said "How could you just lie to me? I thought you’d die for me?”
I was scared you’d find somebody who would treat you like you supposed to
You the type niggas get close to, get close to and then propose to
And when Thanksgiving come around
I ain't tryna bring hoes through to momma
So it’s back to the drama
“No, I don’t know that number”
“Well why the hell you text it?”
Heartbreak Hotel man, with no exit, just checked in
Young and living reckless
[Outro]
I can't imagine myself without you
I need a whole lot of help without you
Me and my granny both agreed
Damn you're such a G I’ll hold you down forever, B | Ashley | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah-woah
Ah-ah
Oh, woah, woah
[Chorus]
I think I'm ready to jump out the window
And turn that nigga that you with right back into your friend, though (Oh yeah)
We already wasted too much time
And your time is the only thing I wish was mine
So yeah (Oh yeah), I think I'm ready to jump out the window
[Verse 1]
Straight up, straight up, look
Know ya momma didn't raise you to take no disrespect, yeah (No disrespect)
I feel, I feel like real queens know how to keep the game in check, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, in checks)
You, you cried on my phone the whole night
That time he crossed the line, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, I was there)
I, I went to straighten his ass out
And you told me, "Never mind", yeah, yeah, yeah
The question isn't, "Do he love ya?", the question is, "Do ya love yourself?"
You give the best advice to your friends and not take it for yourself (Woah)
Remember when you used to come through and hit the Mario Kart
And you always picked the princess, I realized you was princess way back then
We the best thing that never happened, but
[Chorus]
I think I'm ready to jump out the window
And turn that nigga that you with right back into your friend, though (Oh yeah)
We already wasted too much time
And your time is the only thing I wish was mine
So yeah (Oh yeah), I think I'm ready to jump out the window (Oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
You been up at night, sleep deprivation
What's the hesitation? What's ya reservation?
You been trippin', trippin' with no destination
You need separation, you need recreation
Y'all been arguing every other day
Ya friends gotta step in and break it up like chill, chill, chill
It's no need to turn this into Kill Bill (Woah, woah, woah), look
Funny we ran into each other while we leaving
You walked in with a perm
And now yo' hair look like The Weeknd's
I know that you been needin' clarity
Don't mean to sit ya down and turn this into therapy
But you gave too much time to that boy charity, hear me
[Chorus]
I think I'm ready to jump out the window (Jumpin', jumpin')
And turn that nigga that you with right back into your friend, though (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
We already wasted too much time
And your time is the only thing I wish was mine
So yeah (Oh yeah), I think I'm ready to jump out the window, yeah, yeah (I think I'm ready, jump out the window)
[Outro]
Look, I don't mean to sound like the jealous type, but you oughta know (Oughta know)
I think me and you should get together sometimes on the low, low, low (On the—)
Sometimes I wonder if you even know how much you worth, I gotta know (I gotta know)
Sometimes I wonder if you even know how much you worth, I gotta know (Gotta know)
I don't mean to sound like the jealous type, but you oughta know (Oughta know)
I think me and you should get together sometimes on the low, low, low (On the—)
Sometimes I wonder if you even know how much you worth, I gotta know (Gotta know)
Sometimes I wonder if you even know how much you worth, I gotta know
I gotta know (Gotta), I gotta know (Know), I gotta know
I think I'm ready to jump out the window (Ah-ah)
Yeah, this one's for you, you, you, you, you, you, you | Jump Out the Window | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Uh-huh, oh, yeah, look
[Verse 1]
Okay I know what it feel like to be young and single
You know the life when your pockets got a bunch of singles
You know taking double shots, saying fuck a single
You know, hardly getting sleep but it's the fuckin' dream though
Look, I know what it feel like to think you found the one
Told mom that so many times that I'm sounding dumb
Cause she started to mix Ashley up with Tanesha
And saying "Hi Britney" when I'm on the phone with Lisa
Fuck it, I got some new hoes, I mean some XXX girls
Pussy get wet as an S-Curl
Then I started thinkin' 'bout my ex-ex-ex girl
And how it was the worst times but she was the best girl
You know, good girl, bad time, right place, wrong mind
Got my mind right, hit her back, brrr, the wrong line
(The number you dialed has been disconnected)
Man, but before I started feeling bad
My nigga text me like "I got some hoes, hit me back"
Fuck it
[Chorus]
Oh I could let you down
When you trip, I'll take you anywhere, I take ya
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn right
You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn right
You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
[Verse 2]
You be the momma, you be the daddy
Baby, we could play house, I'll change your addy
Or even change my palate and fuck with salad
Put me in the picture, let's change your avi, oh, oh, oh
Can't even stunt I was sprung from the jump
Never got head while flaming up the blunt
You were my first, I'm just saying
More folks should try it, it's crazy
Focus, selfish moments, on road, I done have my share
Flying out of town like baby don't mind my player
Sleepy arguments via texts while I buy my beer
And the air so tired I forget to recline my chair
Picture you in my head, a souvenir by my legs
Some scuba gear for the bed, we do it 'cause Simon says
Ain't a single living thing that likes living single
We good over here, that's all that we know
[Chorus]
Oh I could let you down
When you trip, I'll take you anywhere, I take ya
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn right
You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn right
You know it right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
[Verse 3]
To the one girl guys who claim they don't need more
Like my nigga Henry, he married at 24
I'm like why nigga, why?
You supposed to be with her longer than your ass been alive?
He like, "ahhh"
Fuck it, we about to do therapy
Ayy, at least when I hit the doctor I'm carefree with no plan b's
You probably never got tested and have that type of clarity
I'd rather live my life with that lifetime guarantee
But I'm down to hear the stories about what your hoes do
It’s probably more entertaining than me talking about my wife down in Whole Foods
Or how when I'm with her I feel whole too
Go on, keep living that life you niggas know you too old to
Fuck it, I started laughing and pretend like I ain't listen
Even though he on target with everything I've been missing
The closest thing I had to that came in at 4 AM and out at 8 for work
And I'm the reason we ain't make it work
That's what makes it worse
Damn | Living Single | Big Sean |
[Part I]
[Chorus]
Voices in my head sayin' I could do better, damn
Voices in my head sayin' that I knew better
(You know better, what the fuck!)
I done seen this shit happen a hundred times on the regular
But I still crossed the line like I'm blind, damn
Voices in my head saying I could do better
(You always do the same shit)
[Verse]
This was supposed to be the last time, last hit
Last call, last feel, last trip, last run
That's what I always tell myself, huh, damn
This was supposed to be the last one, last two
Last flip, last you, last me, last night
Doing every single thing my parents warned me 'bout
(You're a fucking disappointment) 'Til I wore 'em out, shit
[Chorus]
Voices in my head saying I could do better
(Voices in my head saying that I could do better)
Voices in my head saying that I knew better
(Yeah, you know what's about to go down)
I done seen this shit happen a hundred times on the regular
But I still, fuck
(That's your problem, you don't listen!)
[Part II]
[Intro]
Voices in my head, conscience talking to me like
Look
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
[Chorus]
Stick to the plan, stick to the plan
Stick to the plan, bitch quit playing
Stick to the, plan, to the plan
Stick to the plan, bitch quit playing
Stick to the, plan
[Verse 1]
Stay focused
Don't let these niggas see your emotions
Stick to the notion, stay in motion
Remember soon as you stand still
So will everything else you notice
Make sure all your inner actions end with actions
If you stacking fronting and back in
Subtract if it isn't adding
Plus who hurt you don't let back in
Plan it out, yeah, tit for tat it
Extra pussy get distracted
Put that into what's worth having (boy)
[Verse 2]
Stay focused (stay focused)
Pay attention who you getting close with
Distance yourself from negative energy
Voices in my head, they say it's meant for me
I, I, I, you in my way, bitch it's no sympathy
I, I, I, been plotting this since elementary
I, I, I, no you need to buckle down
Have people asking where you at
And wondering why you never wanna come around
You know that effort gon' come around
Big face like Zordon
You bought the watch but can't afford the time
Even if you running out of breath
Weight of the world doing lots of reps
Time to get this generation
Last one and then the next two outta debt
And they gon' pay you back with respect
Just stick to the plan, still, we can chill
Back when I rocked the white and blue Grant Hills
I realized there's no dream that I can't fill
I manifested all while I'm the man still
(Bitch I'm the man)
[Verse 3]
Voices in my head attacking what I'm thinking
Bullet to the head might be the way to free it
If I leave my body I can free the spirits
Swear to God my death of fear just keep on shrinking
Wishing I could go back to the nineties
Back when I was dreaming
Me and my dog was on a mission like we Kel and Kenan
Early 2000s Detroit might as well been the hell with demons
Wondering when I started losing it, the losing grip
Feeling like I'm in the middle of the ocean
You either drown or canoe through it
Voices in my head said I'm used to it
Some help me to lose and some help me maneuv' through it
When I talk to myself I'm confused on who's who it
I know in life you either blow it or blew it
And at the end of life, it's gonna feel like you flew through it
I just hope by then I cut the voices in my head | Voices In My Head / Stick to the Plan | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Do or die, nigga
I'ma keep poppin' this champagne (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Done worryin' about shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Finally famous, nigga
[Chorus]
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground or would I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes, I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep (That shit just get so deep)
Man, I swear to God that shit just get so deep
Deep, deep, deep, uh
[Verse 1]
Man, I swear to God it get so deep, though (Deep, God)
That, sometimes, I just gotta wake my ass up out my sleep, though (Sometimes, I wake my ass up)
And wonder what if all the shit I reaped went and got repoed? (Huh?)
And the girl I gave it all up for ain't love me for me, though? (Huh?)
See, I got a stack of problems that could use a fuckin' steamroll (Woah)
Got off in the game, don't need no cheat code as long as I know the G code
Bein' paranoid done turned me to a creep
You ain't got that metal on your side, police gon' work it like Magneto if they need to, it get deep (Deep)
Deep, deeper than telekinesis
Deeper than your sister dyin' and you tellin' your nieces
The deeper it gets, boy, the pressure increases
But pressure make diamonds and my name is Sean 'cause I shine, it's self-explanatory
I architect the flow, rappin' all of these stories on stories, you know the story
If my back against the ropes, then I'm finna Stone Cold it (Oh)
My opponent probably praying for postponement (Shit)
You fuck with the best rapper, don't even know it
It's written in the stars, man, the sky is the author
I pulled the sword out of the stone, I'm King Arthur
Motherfuck your armor, nigga, only weapon I'm scared of is karma
You're watchin' the son turn to father, fuckin' life and her daughter
Nigga, that shit just get deep
[Chorus]
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground or would I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes, I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep (That shit just get so deep)
Man, I swear to God that shit just get so deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep, uh
[Verse 2]
Been goin' hard all day
Wish a nigga would fuck with me, then I blow the candles out on my cake
And niggas always thinkin' it's a game 'til we ran 'em out the arcade
Stuntin' in my Southernplayalistic Cadillac, Andre
I talk that cash money shit
YM plus CMB, you can do the math for me, bitch
Jail time a slap on the wrist
Cut your head off, it get mailed out, stamp on your lips
You can tell I'm grindin' by my wrist
Anything can happen 'cause a broke man is an optimist
Well, tell 'em I'll be waitin' in suspense
I got some miles on me, but it's cool 'cause I never gave an inch
And I don't give two fucks about what your mouth say
'Cause this shit is deeper than rap, I cannot say
That shit enough times like somebody rewind me
Like this shit is deeper than rap, I cannot say that shit enough times
I feel like Sean don't get enough shine
Is it because he ain't got the tattoos? He ain't throwin' up signs?
Well, let me throw up mine
And also let me share this vision of mine
Fuck the finish line, just finish your lines
And if gettin' your point across crosses the line
Some of the time, then cross it with pride
That's real, my nigga, remember that
It ain't about if they remember you, they remember rap
So just spit it back and hope somebody diggin' that
'Cause this shit is deep
Deep
Deep as empty pockets, nigga
We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets, slime
That shit get deep
[Chorus]
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground or would I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep, deep (Deep)
Man, I swear to God that shit just get so deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, uh (Yeah)
[Outro]
That shit get deep, deep, deep (Deep as empty pockets)
Deep, yeah (We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets)
Oh my God, this shit so deep, yeah, yeah (Deep as empty pockets)
(We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets)
Sometimes, I wonder if I already died, that shit get deep | Deep | Big Sean |
[Intro]
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? (Straight)
Do you know?
[Chorus]
Me and my best friend, 7-Eleven (Yeah)
We go legend, we go legend (Yeah, yeah)
We go legend, we go legend (Alright)
We go legend, we go legend, yeah
Me and my best friend (Woah), 7-Eleven, yeah (Woah, yeah)
We go legend (Go), we go legend (Go, yeah, yeah)
We go legend (Go), we go legend (Go legend, it's lit)
We go legend (Straight), we go legend, yeah (Straight up, yeah)
With my best friend (Alright, woah), 7-Eleven (Woah)
We go legend (Yeah), we go legend
Codeine legend (Yeah, yeah), microphone legend
We go legend, yeah
[Bridge]
In my house, yeah
Hear alarms, ringin' through my house (Through my house)
Got 'em goin', comin' in and out (In and out)
What you knowin'? Never run your mouth (Never run your mouth, look)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, this not a drill, this the real thing (Woah)
I do what the fuck I feel, fuck your feelings, yeah
Made my blueprints, so my life got no ceilings (I don't see 'em)
I create the energy that they keep stealin', yeah
Detroit legend (Woah), microphone legend, yeah
Sean a legend, my bro is John Legend, yeah (Woah, woah)
All this sunshine, it's still rainin' blessings (Woah)
Skrrt out that Maybach, I'm dressed fresher than my reverend, yeah
Oh my God, oh my God, you cockblocked
Bitch, I sock you out yo' socks (Bitch)
Me and all my inner circle, we keep thinkin' out the box
Dawg, when life go too hard on you, you gon' go legend or not?
Me, I got no other op—(Got no other op')—tion
I go so hard, I might wake up with a concussion (I go hard)
The way I piece this shit together, man, it's puzzlin' (I go hard)
I do this for the dawgs and nowadays, we husky
God as my witness, you lil' bitches, you can't judge me (God)
[Chorus]
Me and my best friend (Oh, God), 7-Eleven (No, no, yeah)
We go legend, we go legend (Yeah, yeah)
We go legend, we go legend (Alright)
We go legend, we go legend, yeah
With my best friend (Woah), 7-Eleven, yeah (Woah, yeah)
We go legend (Go), we go legend (Go, yeah, yeah), yeah (Yeah)
We go legend (Go), we go legend (Go legend, it's lit)
We go legend (Straight), we go legend, yeah (Straight up, yeah)
With my best friend (Alright, woah), 7-Eleven (Woah)
We go legend (Yeah), we go legend
Codeine legend (Yeah, yeah, woah), microphone legend (Woah)
We go legend, yeah
[Verse 2]
I go legend, I mean, Michael Jackson, hol' up
Prince in action, okay, I'm an original, you just a reenactment
Okay, peace sign and flashes
I live that picture perfect life you lie 'bout in your captions (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
When I was down, I swear they made me feel inferior (Straight up)
Judgin' me by my outside, that's just my exterior (Straight up)
Not seein' what I was made of, that's my interior (Real shit)
Didn't let that shit break me, instead, I broke the barriers (Yeah, yeah)
So fuck all y'all, praise Allah
It's my perog' like Bobby, bruh, massages by Nautia
In my castle like Mario, I give this shit my heart and soul
You boys got no cardio, all of my soldiers rock army clothes
'Head of my time like Marty though
Watchin' the Rick and Morty show, while I smoke
All these bands, still fuck her on the floor
Came from the dirt, all I had to do was grow (Grow)
Remember when my shit got repossessed (Damn)
Mmm, that shit had us workin' like we possessed (Goddamn)
[Chorus]
Me and my best friend (Boy), 7-Eleven (Yeah, boy)
We go legend, we go legend (Yeah, yeah)
We go legend, we go legend (Alright)
We go legend, we go legend, yeah
With my best friend (Woah), 7-Eleven, yeah (Woah, yeah)
We go legend (Go), we go legend (Yeah, yeah, go), yeah (Yeah)
We go legend (Go), we go legend (Go legend, it's lit)
We go legend (Straight), we go legend, yeah (Straight up, yeah)
With my best friend (Alright, woah), 7-Eleven (Woah)
We go legend (Yeah), we go legend
Codeine legend (Yeah, yeah), microphone legend
We go legend, yeah | Go Legend | Big Sean |
[Intro]
I am ready right now
Uh huh
I look up I don't even know no more
I think it's funny how it go down
I don't even know no more, official shit
[Chorus]
I'm hangin' halfway off the balcony
Overthinkin' 'cause my job is way more than a salary
Everything around me gold like I just practiced alchemy
I realized when it comes to girls
That chemistry means way more than anatomy
She mad at me, she been mad at me
[Verse 1]
I'm the livin' proof
That you don't need a master's just to be a masterpiece
People passin' faster than I'm passin' weed
My daddy tell me, "Stay strong, son
And be the man you have to be
Holdin' ship down, don't crash at sea"
Brrrt! Paper on my phone line
It's on my phone like fax for me, that's facts to me
But I don't want it if it can't change shit drastically, dramatically
'Cause actually, I realized time's the most valuable, actually
So I'ma call my favorite girl and she gon' bring that ass for me
And as for me, I'ma text the room number right now
So you ain't gotta hit the front desk and go ask for me
Don't ask for me, don't ask for me
Don't ask for me
Lot of shit been goin' on, things goin' wrong
So don't ask for me
[Verse 2]
She been mad, I've been on the go, on the road
On a roll more than a roller coaster
They can't throw me off track or slow
If I did, I got a long list of hoes on hoes
That quote on quote, say I told you so
Heaven on earth, every night is paradise
I pray I didn't die or overdose, never that
I kept it a hundred, never change, not even for five 20s
Still smokin' at 5:20 like it's 4:20
On a quest for more money, more hungry
Just got my fortune read, she said it's more comin'
Yeah I got the force but never force nothin'
Do it for the love, I'm Forrest Gumpin'
In my city I'm Warren Buffett
I mean business, the shirt is tucked in
The gun's tungsten, fuck it, I'm who not to fuck with
Who the bad bitches gon' fuck with and lames just don't fuck with
My stock's risin', I'm goin' public, if I write it, it's gon' publish
You're fuckin' with the best, no discussion
[Interlude]
So disgusting
It's that 3 and a third shit
Straight up
[Chorus]
I'm hangin' halfway off the balcony
Overthinkin' 'cause my job is way more than a salary
Everything around me gold like I just practiced alchemy
I realized when it comes to girls
That chemistry means way more than anatomy
She mad at me, she been mad at me
She been mad
[Outro]
Elder Big Sean: I think you should answer...
Man: Yo, yo your mom callin' you
Big Sean: Um, I'ma call her back
Man: You sure dawg? She keep callin'
Big Sean: Yeah for sure, for sure, bruh, I'ma call her back | Halfway Off the Balcony | Big Sean |
[Intro]
Whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house (Hol' up)
I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo (Ah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
[Verse 1]
Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge
Extra large and extra hard
Put this pussy right in your face
Swipe your nose like a credit card
Hop on top, I wanna ride
I do a kegel while it's inside
Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes
This pussy is wet, come take a dive
Tie me up like I'm a surprise
Let's roleplay, I'll wear a disguise
I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage
Make it cream, make me scream
Out in public, make a scene
I don't cook, I don't clean
But let me tell you how I got this ring (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (Yeah)
Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (Yeah)
I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be (Huh)
I'll run down on him 'fore I have a nigga runnin' me (Pow, pow, pow)
Talk your shit, bite your lip (Yeah)
Ask for a car while you ride that dick (While you ride that dick)
You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang (Yeah)
He already made his mind up 'fore he came (Ayy, ah)
Now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass pussy (Ah, ah, ah)
He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy (Click, click, click)
Paid my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass pussy (Mwah, mwah, mwah)
Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pussy (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Look, I need a hard hitter, need a deep stroker
Need a Henny drinker, need a weed smoker
Not a garter snake, I need a king cobra
With a hook in it, hope it lean over
He got some money, then that's where I'm headed
Pussy A1 just like his credit
He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it
I let him taste it, now he diabetic
I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp
I wanna gag, I wanna choke
I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat
My head game is fire, punani Dasani
It's goin' in dry and it's comin' out soggy
I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me (Yeah, ah)
I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo
[Verse 4]
Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes
Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin'
Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in
Never lost a fight, but I'm lookin' for a beatin' (Ah)
In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya
If he ate my ass, he's a bottom-feeder
Big D stand for big demeanor
I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya
If it don't hang, then he can't bang
You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain
If he fuck me and ask "Whose is it?"
When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet-ass pussy
Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet-ass pussy
I'm talkin' wap, wap, wap, that's some wet-ass pussy
Macaroni in a pot, that's some wet-ass pussy, huh
[Outro]
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house | WAP | Cardi B |
[Intro]
KSR
It's Cardi, ayy
Said I'm the shit, they can't fuck with me if they wanted to
I don't gotta dance
[Chorus]
Said, "Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to"
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look
I don't dance now, I make money moves (Ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves
[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon' do what to who? Let's find out and see
Cardi B, you know where I'm at, you know where I be
You in the club just to party, I'm there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much, I know they're tired of me
Honestly, don't give a fuck 'bout who ain't fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don't bother with these hoes, don't let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say, "Goals," bitch, I'm who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo, I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face, I'm like, "Okay"
I'll let him get what he want, he buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip, when I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front (Vroom, vroom)
I'm the hottest in the street, know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth, hope you hoes know it ain't cheap
And I pay my mama bills, I ain't got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me, their baby father run a bill
[Chorus]
Said, "Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to"
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look
I don't dance now, I make money moves
Say I don't gotta dance, I make money moves
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves
[Verse 2]
If you a pussy, you get popped, you a goofy, you a opp
Don't you come around my way, you can't hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts, turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich
I put my hand above my hip, I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go, this shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter is gold, tell that lil' bitch play her role
I just arrove in a Rolls, I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank, no, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know that none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak, only the real can relate
I used to live in the P's, now it's a crib with a gate
Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes
Had to let these bitches know, just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail, another check from Mona Scott
[Chorus]
Said, "Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to"
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look
I don't dance now, I make money moves
Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves | Bodak Yellow | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Yeah, baby, I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like—
[Verse 1]
Now I like dollars, I like diamonds
I like stuntin', I like shinin' (Yeah)
I like million dollar deals
Where's my pen? Bitch, I'm signin' (Signin')
I like those Balenciagas (Those)
The ones that look like socks
I like going to the jeweler
I put rocks all in my watch (Cha-ching)
I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance (What?)
I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't
They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body
Spicy mami, hot tamale
Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari (Rrr, woo)
Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (Coupe)
Big Dipper on top of the roof
Flexing on bitches as hard as I can
Eating halal, driving the Lam'
Told that bitch I'm sorry, though (Sorry, though)
'Bout my coins like Mario (Mario)
Yeah, they call me Cardi B
I run this shit like cardio (Woo, facts)
[Chorus]
Diamond district in the chain, chain (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—woo)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (I said I like it like that; woo)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (Woo, facts, I said I like it)
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, I need the dollars (I said I like it like that; cha-ching)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—; uh)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that; skrrt)
Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it)
Cardi B
[Verse 2]
Chambean, chambean, pero no jalan (¡Jalan!)
Tú compras to'a las Jordan, bo, a mí me las regalan (Jeje)
I spend in the club what you have in the bank (¡Wuh; ¡yeh!)
This is the new religion bang in Latino gang, gang, ¡yeh!
Trato de hacer dieta, pero es que en el closet tengo mucha grasa (¡Yeh!; ¡wuh!)
Ya mudé la' Gucci pa' dentro de casa, yeh (¡Wuh!)
Cabrón, a ti no te conocen ni en Plaza (No)
El Diablo me llama, pero Jesucristo me abraza (Amén)
Guerrero como Eddie, que viva la raza, yeh
Me gustan boricuas, me gustan cubanas
Me gusta el acento de las colombianas (¿Qué hubo pues?)
Como mueve el culo la dominicana (¿Qué lo que?)
Lo rico que me chingan las venezolanas (¡Wuh!)
Andamos activos, Perico Pin Pin (Wuh)
Billetes de cien en el maletín (¡Ching!)
Que retumbe el bajo, Bobby Valentín, yeh (¡Buh!)
Aquí es prohibido amar, diles, Charytín
Que pa'l picor les tengo Claritín
Yo llego a la disco y se forma el motín (¡Rrrah!)
[Chorus]
Diamond district in the chain (I said I like it like that; Bad Bunny baby, bebé, bebé)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—woo)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (I said I like it like that; woo)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (Woo, yeh, I said I like it)
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, I need the dollars, cha-ching (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that; skrrt)
Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it)
[Verse 3]
Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (Azúca')
Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (Ah)
Te vamos a tumbar la peluca
Y arranca pa'l carajo, cabrón, que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah (Hookah, hookah)
Mis tenis Balenciaga me reciben en la entrada (Wuh)
Pa-Pa-Paparazzi like I'm Lady Gaga (Wuh)
Y no te me hagas (Eh)
Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (Eh)
No salgo de tu mente (Wuh)
Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente"
Yo no soy hype, soy como el Testarossa (Hype; 'rossa)
Yo soy el que se la vive y también el que la goza (Goza, goza)
Es la cosa, mami es la cosa (Cosa, cosa)
El que mira sufre y el que toca goza (Goza, goza, goza)
[Bridge]
I said I like it like that
I said I like it like that (Rrr)
I said I like it like that (Woo)
I said I like it like that
[Chorus]
Diamond district in the chain (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang (I said I like it like—)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (I said I like it) | I Like It | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Up, up, up (Ayy), up (Uh), up, look (This is fire)
Once upon a time, man, I heard that I was ugly
Came from a bitch who nigga wanna fuck on me
[Refrain]
I said my face bomb, ass tight
Racks stack up Shaq height
Jewelry on me, flashlight
I been lit since last night
Hit him with that good good
Make a nigga act right
Broke boys don't deserve no pussy
(I know that's right)
[Pre-Chorus]
Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked
It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man
Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked
[Chorus]
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Ayy)
Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck (Huh)
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Woo)
[Verse 1]
I could make the party hot, I could make your body rock
Bitches say they fuckin' with me, chances are they probably not
If I had a dick, you'd probably lick it like a lollipop
Hoes speakin' cap-enese, hit 'em with karate chop
I'm forever poppin' shit, pullin' up and droppin' shit
Gotta argue with him 'cause a nigga love a toxic bitch
Niggas out here playin', gotta make 'em understand
If ain't no ring on my finger, you ain't goin' on my 'Gram
[Refrain]
I said my face bomb, ass tight (Yeah)
Racks stack up Shaq height (Yeah)
Jewelry on me, flashlight (Huh)
I been lit since last night (Woo)
Hit him with that good good
Make a nigga act right (Ah)
Broke boys don't deserve no pussy
(I know that's right)
[Pre-Chorus]
Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked (Woo)
It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man
Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked
[Chorus]
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Ayy)
Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Bitches ain't fuckin' with me now and I can see why
Dirty-ass, dusty-ass bitch, you got pink eye
Bitches want smoke until I bring it to they doorstep
Tell that bitch back back, breath smell like horse sex (Ha)
Put it on him now, he will never be the same (He won't)
Tatted on my ass 'cause I really like the pain (Ah)
He nutted on my butt, I said, "I'm glad that you came"
If that nigga had a twin, I would let 'em run a train (Skrrt)
[Pre-Chorus]
Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked (Woo)
It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man
Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked (Ooh)
[Chorus]
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Woo)
Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck (Woo)
If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh
[Outro]
Look, gotta play it safe, huh
No face, no case (Hahaha) | Up | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Bardi in a 'Rari, diamonds all over my body
(30, you a fool for this one)
Shinin' all over my body
Bardi, put that lil' bitch on molly, Bardi
Bitch on molly (Cheeze)
21, diamonds all over my body
Fucked that bitch on molly (KSR)
Ask him if I'm 'bout it
[Chorus]
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (Skrt-skrrt, 21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (My body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck, lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame
[Post-Chorus]
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who? Cardi?)
[Verse 1]
Who get this motherfucker started? Cardi
Who took your bitch out to party? Cardi
I took your bitch and departed Cardi
Who that be fly as a Martian? Cardi
Who that on fleek in the cut? Cardi
Who got the bricks in the truck? Cardi
Them diamonds gon' hit like a bitch on a bitchy-ass bitch
Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi
Red bottom MJ, moonwalk on a bitch
Moonwalkin' through your clique
I'm moonwalkin' in the 6
.50 with the kick, moonrocks in this bitch
I'm from the motherfuckin' Bronx (Bronx)
I keep the pump in the trunk (Trunk)
Bitch, if you bad then jump (Jump)
Might leave your bitch in a slump (Your back)
[Post-Chorus]
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset
[Verse 2]
Your bitch wanna party with a Savage (21)
Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (Yeah)
High end cars and fashion (21)
I don't eat pussy, I'm fastin' (On God)
I'm a Blood, my brother Crippin'
Bitch, I'm drippin', ho, you trippin'
Told the waitress, I ain't tippin'
I like hot sauce on my chicken (On God)
I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her titties (21)
I'm in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin' like it's tinted (21)
All these VVSs, nigga, my sperm worth millions (On God)
The bitch so bad, I popped a molly 'fore I hit it (21, 21)
[Verse 3]
Step in this bitch in Givenchy (Cash)
Fuck up a check in Givenchy (Cash)
Boss out the coupe and them inches
I fuck up a bag at the Fendi, I fuck up a bag in a minute
Who you know drip like this?
Who you know built like this?
I'm poppin' shit like a dude
Pull up to pop at your crew, brrrt, poppin' at you (Woo)
They say you basic, I flooded the Rollie with diamonds
I flooded the Patek and bracelet
I got your bitch and she naked
Ice on the cake when I bake it
I'm switchin' lanes in the Range
Swap out the dick for the brain
Swap out your bitch for your main
Swap out the trap for the fame
Ice on them Cardi B Cartier frames, bitch | Bartier Cardi | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Yeah
Care for me, care for me, care for me, uh
Yeah, look
[Verse 1]
I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit
But we more like Belly, Tommy and Keisha shit
Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
Man, I thought you woulda learned your lesson
'Bout likin' pictures, not returnin' texts
I guess it's fine, man, I get the message
You still stutter after certain questions
You keep in contact with certain exes
Do you, though? Trust me, nigga, it's cool, though
Said that you was workin', but you out here chasin' culo
And putas, chillin' poolside, livin' two lives
I coulda did what you did to me to you a few times
But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga
Fuck him, suck his dick, you would've been pissed
But that's not my M.O., I'm not that type of bitch
And karma for you is gon' be who you end up with
You make me sick, nigga
[Pre-Chorus]
The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
[Chorus]
Be careful with me (Mmm)
Do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you losin'?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me
[Bridge]
Care for me, care for me
Always said that you'd be there for me, there for me
Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look
[Verse 2]
I was here before all of this
Guess you actin' out now, you got an audience
Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what's the coordinates?
You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon' be misfortunate, nigga
Tell me, this lust got you this fucked up in the head
You want some random bitch up in your bed?
She don't even know your middle name, watch her 'cause she might steal your chain
You don't want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though
It's blatant disrespect, you nothin' like the nigga I met
Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget
You even got me trippin', you got me lookin' in the mirror different
Thinkin' I'm flawed because you inconsistent
Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt
It's gon' hurt me to hate you, but lovin' you's worse
It all stopped so abrupt, you started switchin' it up
Teach me to be like you so I can not give a fuck
Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt
'Cause you don't care about a thing except your mothafuckin' self
You make me sick, nigga
[Chorus]
Be careful with me (Mmm)
Do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you losin'?
Be careful with me (Mmm)
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me | Be Careful | Cardi B |
[Verse 1]
Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real
I ride on his dick in some big tall heels
Big fat checks, big large bills
Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels
Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (Woo)
[Chorus]
I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
Shake a lil ass (Money)
Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Get a little cash (Money)
Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
Bustin' out the roof (Cardi)
[Verse 2]
I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit
I need room for my legs
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
I need cheese for my egg
All y'all bitches in trouble
Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
I heard that Cardi went pop
Yeah, I did go pop (Pop)
That's me bustin' they bubble
I'm Dasani with the drip
Baby mommy with the clip
Walk out Follie's with a bitch
Bring a thottie to the whip
If she fine or she thick, goddamn
Walkin' past the mirror, ooh
Damn, I'm fine (Fine)
Let a bitch try me, boom (Boom)
Hammer time, uh
[Chorus]
I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
Shake a lil ass (Money)
Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Get a little cash (Money)
Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops)
Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)
You know who pop the most shit? (Who?)
The people whose shit not together (Okay)
You'da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)
All my pajamas is leather (Uh)
Bitch, I will black on your ass (Yeah)
Wakanda forever
Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun
Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Cardi at the tip-top, bitch
Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Mwah)
Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)
Make that nigga put down 2K
I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ
He gonna eat this ass like soufflé
[Chorus]
I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture
(Kulture, Kulture, Kulture)
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the
K.K.C (Woo)
[Outro]
(Money)
Money
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
(Money) | Money | Cardi B |
[Intro]
(Monsta's gon' tear it up)
Bardi
Woo, yeah
Bitches be pressed (Woo)
Bitches be pressed (Pressed)
Woo, yeah, yeah, woo
[Verse 1]
Bitches be pressed (Pressed)
They know how I'm coming, real bitch in the flesh (Woo)
Who the fuck she gon' check? (Who?)
She be talking that shit, talkin' out of her neck (Brr)
Put blood on her dress (Woo)
Bitches be mad when they see Cardi step in the spot (Woah)
Said that you 'bout it, we know that you not
I'ma pull up on bitches as soon as I drop
Bought a new foreign, I might cop a yacht (Skrrt)
Bitches in my business, they tryna plot (Woo)
Hoes poppin' shit like they hot but they not (No)
Just flooded the wrist, the Patek, the watch (Woah)
Niggas be flexing, we know what you got
Cardi done had got the game in a knot
Fuckin' your nigga, I got him on lock
This go bang bang like I'm choppin' them chops
VVS chain, I'm in love with the rocks (Woah)
You said you gon' take it, bitch, you got me chopped (Woah)
They throwin' shade 'cause they see me on top
Tell that bitch to pull up, I'ma send you the drop
[Chorus]
Press, press, press, press, press
Cardi don't need more press
Kill 'em all, put them hoes to rest
Walk in, bulletproof vest
Please tell me who she gon' check
Murder scene, Cardi made a mess
Pop up, guess who, bitch?
Pop up, guess who, bitch?
[Verse 2]
Ding dong
Must be that whip that I ordered
And a new crib for my daughter
You know a bad bitch gon' spoil her
Got one in New York, need one in Georgia (Yeah)
New Bentley truck cost a quarter (Quarter)
My money still long like weave (Woo)
Pussy still wet like Florida (Woo)
Everyone drop on the floor
She was talkin' but not anymore (No)
MAC to your face like contour (Brr)
This chopper come straight from Dior
Done with the talkin', I'm open to violence
Ask anybody, they know I'm about it
Hashtag whip that ho ass
Fuck around, we gon' start a new challenge (Woo)
I come in this bitch and I'm strapped up and ready
Ride on that dick like I'm Cardi Andretti (Yoom)
Fuck at your crib, we don't go to no 'telly
I sit on his face whenever I'm ready (Woo)
Bitch I'm a freak like Greek (Like Greek)
Got the biggest house on my street (My street)
All you little hoes look cheap (Look cheap)
They suckin' on my dick with no teeth
[Outro]
Press, press, press, press, press
Press, press, press, press, press
Press, press, press, press, press
Pop up, guess who, bitch?
Pop up, guess who, bitch? | Press | Cardi B |
[Verse 1]
Look, I just want to break up all your shit
Call your mama phone, let her know that she raised a bitch
Then dial tone, click
And fuck your little fake-ass friends
Comin' round actin' like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram? Lil' bitch
I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feelin', it turns out you lie to me
I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
How you out fuckin' with bitches that follow me?
[Pre-Chorus]
My heart is beating like it's bleedin' out
You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin'
You sleepin' like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin', you creepin', you creepin'
[Chorus]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
[Verse 2]
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat
I'ma make you a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
Look, did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a ho from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no bad bitches
This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully
Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbin' you
Don't even know that you this close to dyin'
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
[Pre-Chorus]
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin'
You sleepin' like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin', you creepin', you creepin'
[Bridge]
It's killin' me
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
It's killin' me
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
It's killin' me
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh
It's killin' me | Thru Your Phone | Cardi B |
[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda
[Chorus]
Left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
[Verse 1]
I think us, bad bitches is a gift from God (Gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (Get a job)
Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex (Yeah)
I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it (Yeah)
Gucci shoes and a belt like it (Woo)
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it
I'm in a boss bitch mood, ayy, these heels are Givenchy, ho
These are some boss bitch shoes
If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ayy
For the record, I set record record sales (Huh?)
I like niggas that been in and outta jail (Huh?)
They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can't tell)
My little fifteen minutes lasting long as hell, huh?
[Verse 2]
Look, broke hoes do what they can (Can)
Good girls do what they told (Told)
Bad bitches do what they want (They want)
That's why a bitch is so cold (Woo)
I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed
Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest (Brrt)
The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it
I'm provocative, it's my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it
Cardi rockin' it, go buy stock in it
Spend what I want, ain't no limit
I say what I want, I ain't never been timid
Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through (Woo)
Here's a word to my ladies, don't you give these niggas none (Give 'em none)
If they can't make you richer, they can't make you cum, huh? (Egh!)
[Chorus]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do | I Do | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Uh, uh, yeah, come on
[Chorus]
Please me, baby
Turn around and just tease me, baby
You know what I want and what I need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
Please me, baby
Turn around and just tease me, baby
You know what I want and what I need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
[Verse 1]
Lollipoppin' (Poppin'), twerkin' in some J's (Ooh)
On the dance floor (Uh-huh), no panties in the way (Nope)
I take my time with it (Ow), bring you close to me (Ow)
Don't want no young dumb shit
Better fuck me like we listenin' to Jodeci
I was tryna lay low (Low), takin' it slow (Slow)
When I'm fuckin' again (Ayy)
Gotta celebrate, do you man look good? Better put him away
If you can't sweat the weave out, you shouldn't even be out
Dinner reservations like the pussy, you gon' eat out
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm gonna ride it, do it just how you like it
Tonight and after that
Let's do it one more time
Girl, I ain't one for beggin', but now you got me beggin'
[Verse 2]
Booty so round (Round), booty so soft (Soft)
Bet you wanna smack it again (Ayy)
Let me demonstrate
Hit it one time, make it levitate
Titties out like blaka (Blaka)
Broke bitches watch out now (Watch out)
Your pussy basura (Basura)
My pussy horchata (Oh)
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm gonna ride it, do it just how you like it
Tonight and after that (Ooh)
Let's do it one more time
Girl, I ain't one for beggin', but now you got me beggin'
[Chorus]
Please me, baby
Turn around and just tease me, baby
You know what I want and what I need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
[Bridge]
Come on
Come on, back it up for me
Come on
Ooh, twerk it on me slowly
Come on
Girl, let me put this lovin' on you
You better say that shit (Uh)
Cardi don't play that shit (Yeah)
Do my back like I do these records, break that shit
[Chorus]
Please me, baby (Uh)
Turn around and tease me, baby (Uh, ooh)
You got what I want and need, baby (Yes)
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo)
Please me, baby
Turn around and tease me, baby
You got what I want and need, baby
(Let me hear you say)
Please
(Let me hear you say)
Please (Woo) | Please Me | Cardi B |
[Intro]
That boy Cassius!
Cardi!
N-N-Non-stop
[Chorus]
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!)
[Verse 1]
Give me little something to remember (Cardi!)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter (Yeah)
Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba (Go)
Lookin' like a right swipe on Tinder (Woo)
Shit on these hoes (Shit)
Light up my wrist on these hoes (Wrist)
Now I look down on these bitches (Down)
I feel like I'm on stilts on these hoes (Woo)
Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (Right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (Pound)
Go down, eat it up, don't drown
Mac n' cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (sound)
I got that gushy
Yeah that's a fact, but I never been pussy
I've been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won MVP, and I'm still a rookie, like woo
I gotta work on my anger (Ayy)
Might kill a bitch with my fingers (Ayy)
I gotta stay outta Gucci (Woo)
I'm finna run outta hangers (Woo)
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I'm busting bucks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like "Bitch, I'm the mayor!"
You not my bitch, then bitch you in danger
[Chorus]
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!)
[Refrain]
Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (Thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (Lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (Drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Hey)
[Verse 2]
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (Nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga (Brrt)
Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (Fuck 'em)
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (Dud)
Diamonds on me, what's the price? (Price)
I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (Hype)
I'm too rich to get into a fight (Too rich)
50 racks got my jeans fittin' tight (50 racks)
Pay the price and them boys come and wipe ya' (Wipe ya')
We had to dispose of the diaper (Dispose)
Yeah we trap every week, every night (Woah)
Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (Hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightnin' (Lightnin')
57 90 in this Breitling (Breit')
When I got a mil I got excited (Million)
For the cash I'ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, droppin' (Drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (Watch)
Told the bitch, "Jump on my dick and pop it" (Yeah)
Get a little bitch a deposit (Hey, brrt)
[Chorus]
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Came through drippin' (Drip, drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!)
[Refrain]
Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (Thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (Uh, drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Hey)
[Verse 3]
Take-Takeoff
Came through drippin' (Drippin')
I ain't never slippin', I'm a pimp (Pimp)
Fuckin' with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin' (Feelin')
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin' off and squealin' (Squealin')
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (Splash)
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (Wet willy)
Came through drippin', spillin'
Walkin' with the bag (Bag)
Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin' (Ceilin')
Shootin' at civilians ('villians)
I'm the one dealin', I could make a killin' (Killin')
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (Uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don't care about your feelings (Fuck 'em)
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin'? I be drippin' (What)
Cal Ripken's hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (Home run)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I'ma fly her back to the city (For sure)
[Verse 4]
Go get the bag on the day off (Tacks)
Go get the rings out the playoffs (Rings)
Pots in the beat, it's a bake off (Packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (Smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (Big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a Draco (Dance)
Walkin' with the cheese, that queso (Cheese)
That's Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don't do layover (Whew)
One call, I'm havin' your bae over (Brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (Woo)
Got her addicted to payola (Addicted, hey) | Drip | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Ring, ring, ring, ring
[Chorus]
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
[Verse 1]
Should I call first? I can't decide
I want to, but a bitch got pride
The switchin' up shit is what I can't fuck with
I'm feelin' you, but you hard to get in touch with
And you ain't hit me up in a while
Actin' like you don't know what number to dial
If you quit, then that's it, I'ma throw in the towel
'Cause a nigga only gon' do what you allow
You don't want this gun smoke
Learn to text with your nose if your thumb broke
I don't care if we get into it and I stall on your ass
Better still wake up to missed calls from your ass, nigga (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low (Low)
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
[Verse 2]
Nah, nigga, now you gon' have to call me (Call me)
'Cause I'm lookin' at these messages, they all me (Yeah)
Actin' like they ain't niggas that want me
Let another nigga in your spot, and you gon' be hot, nigga, coffee
You gon' be sick to your stomach
Hit me when you free, 1-800
It's emergency, call me 911
'Cause right now I'm out here tryna find someone
The ring on my phone, ring on my finger (Brrr)
You actin' like you ain't tryna do either (Yeah)
Once a good girl, watch me turn diva
Here goes my heart, I put it on speaker (Oh)
[Bridge]
You used to be on my line
On my tip, all the time, yeah
Love it when you make me feel
Like you don't mind when I ain't got time for you
And, no, it don't go to my head, I'm only arrogant in bed
I just love to know you wanna spend time with me instead
Now you all caught up
Yeah, you all caught up and you done left me alone, yeah
You was all fed up
Ready for the next step, wanna be on your own
Said, I just miss you, I just miss us, baby
All I know is
[Chorus]
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring (You don't ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring)
I can't keep this on the low (Yeah, yeah, oh)
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring | Ring | Cardi B |
[Verse]
Look, they gave a bitch two options: strippin' or lose
Used to dance in a club right across from my school
I said "dance" not "fuck", don't get it confused
Had to set the record straight 'cause bitches love to assume
Mama couldn't give it to me, had to get it at Sue's
Lord only knows how I got in those shoes
I was covered in dollars, now I'm drippin' in jewels
A bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my food
Bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool
Went from makin' tuna sandwiches to makin' the news
I started speakin' my mind and tripled my views
Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs
Get money, go hard, you're mothafuckin' right
Never been a fraud in my mothafuckin' life
Get money, go hard, damn fuckin' right
Stunting on these bitches out of mothafuckin' spite
Ain't no runnin' up on me, went from nothin' to glory
I ain't tellin' y'all to do it, I'm just tellin' my story
I don't hang with these bitches 'cause these bitches be corny
And I got enough bras, y'all ain't gotta support me
I went from rag to riches, went from WIC to lit, nigga
Only person in my fam to see six figures
The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders
When you gotta make sure that everybody straight
Bitches stab you in your back while they smilin' in your face
Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case
I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas
Climbed to the top floor so I can spit on niggas
Said "I was just tryna chill and make bangers" (Bangers)
Tell all these old bitches they in danger (Stop)
The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape (Brrrt)
That's what I call a fuckin' waist trainer
You gon' run up on who and do what? (Who?)
I think y'all got your story screwed up (Yeah)
I came here to ball, is you nuts?
I don't want your punk-ass man, I'm too tough (Facts)
I'm the one that's killin' shit, hands down (Hands down)
If you got a problem with me, say it now (Say it)
'Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissin' (Huh?)
'Specially not from one you weak bitches
I'm on go like I don't see no stop lights (Skrrt)
I'm steppin' out every day, prom night (Facts)
So if it's all love, show me love then (Huh?)
'Cause you hatin' on a bitch, that's what it sounds like
Beast mode, that's how I give it up, nigga
Hoodie, low, that's how I'm pullin' up
Just 'cause I been on the road don't mean I been on the run
And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun (Brrrt, woo)
And we all know you ain't that type (No)
I smack you and the bitch that you act like (Yeah)
I started gettin' money, bitches upset (Cash)
They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight
Nails done, hair laid, keep 'em both laced (Laced)
Co-come through shinin' with a Rollie bust face (Shine)
He-headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case
Ain't no bitch spittin' like this since '08
I don't trust no nigga, I don't fear no bitch (Fear no bitch)
Whole life been through some fucked up shit (Fucked up shit)
They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this
When you see what I've seen, you end up like this (Woo)
I walked into the label, "Where the check at?" ("Where the check?")
Cardi B on the charts, ain't expect that
Where that bitch that was claimin' she a threat? (Where?)
I'ma put a Louboutin where her neck at
They say I'm too ratchet, they say I act wild (I act wild, wild)
I'm tryna whip the foreign like a bad ass child (Bad ass child, skrrt)
They caught me slippin' once, tell 'em try that now (Try that now)
Cardi B, know it's me, hear that "blap" sound (Blap!)
[Chorus]
Man, I said we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Yeah, but I get up ten
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (Woo)
[Bridge]
I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (Yeah)
Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (Ah)
I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (Grrr)
Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (Grrr)
[Chorus]
We gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten (Woo)
Yeah, I said we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (Grrr) | Get Up 10 | Cardi B |
[Intro]
**** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house (Hol' up)
I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet and gushy, make that pullout game weak, woo (Ah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you dealin' with some wet and gushy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet and gushy
Give me everything you got for this wet and gushy
[Verse 1]
Beat it up, baby, catch a charge
Extra large and extra hard
Put this cookie right in your face
Swipe your nose like a credit card
Hop on top, I wanna ride
I do a kegel, I'm kinda wild
Look at my mouth, look at my thighs
This water is wet, come take a dive
Tie me up like I'm surprised
Let's roleplay, I'll wear a disguise
I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage
Make me dream, make a stream
Out in public, make a scene
I don't cook, I don't clean
But let me tell you how I got this ring (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (Yeah)
Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (Yeah)
I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be (Huh)
I'll run down on him 'fore I have a (Ayy) runnin' me (Pow, pow, pow)
Talk your sh–, bite your lip (Yeah)
Ask for a car while you ride that (Ah) (While you ride that)
You really ain't never gotta (Mwah) him for a thang (Yeah)
He already made his mind up 'fore he came (Ayy, ah)
Now get your boots and your coat for this wet and gushy (Ah, ah, ah)
He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet and gushy
Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet and gushy (Mwah, mwah, mwah)
Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet and gushy (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Look, I need a hard hitter, need a deep (Ah)
Need a Henny drinker, need a (Woo) smoker
Not a garter snake, I need a king cobra
With a hook in it, hope it lean over
He got some money, then that's where I'm headed
Cookie A1 just like his credit
He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it
I let him (Mmm), now he diabetic
I don't wanna (Mmm), I wanna (Woo)
I wanna (Ah), I wanna (Sco')
I want you to touch (Touch that, huh) that swing in the back of my
My talk game is fire, (Dasani) Dasani
It's goin' in dry and it's comin' out soggy
I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me (Yeah, ah)
The way that I spit and now he tryna sign me, woo
[Verse 4]
Your honor, I'm a freak, handcuffs, leashes
Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin'
Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in
Never lost a fight, but I'm lookin' for a beatin' (Ah)
In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya
If he ate my (Ah), he's a bottom-feeder
Big D stand for big demeanor
I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya
If it don't hang, then he can't bang
You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain
If he (Ew) me and ask "Whose is it?"
When I ride the (Yeah), I'ma spell my name, ah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you dealin' with some wet and gushy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet and gushy
Give me everything you got for this wet and gushy
Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet and gushy
Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet and gushy
I'm talkin' wap, wap, wap, that's some wet and gushy
Macaroni in a pot, that's some wet and gushy, huh
[Outro]
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house
There's some **** in this house | WAP (Clean) | Cardi B |
[Intro]
I'm livin' my best life, yeah, yeah
I'm livin' my best life
Made a couple M's, you know (IGH! Huh!)
[Chorus]
Said I'm livin' my best life
Said I'm livin' my best life
Made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt"
Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt"
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like
[Verse 1]
I'm like Big Pop' mixed with 2Pac, I'm like Makaveli (Yeah)
You need some, Little Caesar's pizza, I be hot and ready (Woo)
Nigga, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom and Jerry
Nigga, you ain't ballin', you just talkin', that's that commentary (Huh)
I was in the field, man, I slaved for this (Yeah)
Had to talk to God, dropped down, and prayed for this
To my surprise, He replied, said, "You made for this"
I seen the car I wanted, then I went and paid for it, cash cash
Hit the Tay-K, I hit the race, hit the dash dash
That's when they came for me on Twitter with the backlash
"#CardiBIsSoProblematic" is the hashtag
I can't believe they wanna see me lose that bad
They talkin' junk and they stink, these hoes mad trash
I'm gigglin', can't let the devil have the last laugh
Ain't no more beefin', I'm just keepin' to myself
I'm my own competition, I'm competin' with myself (Brrr)
[Chorus]
I told y'all, I'm livin' my best life (Woo)
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (Ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Like skrrt)
Dreams pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Like skrrt)
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like (Chance, I'm the rapper)
[Verse 2]
You don't like money, I can see it your eye
You don't like winnin', I can see it in your tie
Better be careful with these women when you trickin', send it fly (Sheesh)
She count money in her sleep and she don't ever spend the night
But she trappin' and she had to make it happen for her life
Don't be mad because she havin', shit, you had it your whole life
We had baggage on our flight, we had badges on our asses
You got passes in your life, you had gadgets on your bike
God work magic, God work magic, God work magic in my life (Woo)
And that guala like Iyanla 'cause that bag just fixed my life (Woo, woo)
And y'all know good and damn well I don't want no champagne (Woo)
But can we please get some more champagne? (Ugh)
Please, no Andre, G like 'Venchy
Reach like 'Bron James, pep talk from Yoncé
'Member my hands had ash like Pompeii
Now they hold cash, won't peak like Dante
[Chorus]
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (Ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Skrrt, skrrt, like skrrt)
Dreams fillin' up, I'm like "skrrt" (Like skrrt)
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like
[Verse 3]
I said I never had a problem showin' y'all the real me
Hair when it's fucked up, crib when it's filthy
Way-before-the-deal me, strip-to-pay-the-bills me
'Fore I fixed my teeth, man, those comments used to kill me
But never did I change, never been ashamed
Never did I switch, story stayed the same
I did this on my own, I made this a lane
Y'all gotta bear with me, I been through some things
Went from small-ass apartments to walkin' red carpets
Pissy elevators, now every dress is tailored
This some real-life fairy tale Binderella shit
I got further than them hoes said I will ever get
And that only goes to show that only God knows
I took pictures with Beyoncé, I met Mama Knowles
I'm the rose that came from the concrete and arose
I'm like gold, I'm life goals, man, I'm chosen, I'm floatin', ayy
[Chorus]
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (Ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Like skrrt)
Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt" (Like skrrt)
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like
[Outro]
Skrrt skrrt, it's goin' down right now
Skrrt skrrt, Jamie Foxx in your town like
Skrrt skrrt, money pilin' up, man
All the blessings comin' down
You don't know 'bout nothin' (You don't know)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin'
You don't know 'bout nothin' (I told y'all, I told y'all)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (I t-, I told y'all, I told y'all)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (Told y'all, I t-, I told y'all)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (You don't know)
You don't know 'bout nothin'
You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) | Best Life | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah
(A-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
From across the globe, woo (Hol' up)
This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah
(Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
From across the globe, look, uh
[Verse 1]
Now, I said luxury apartments (Wow)
I'm young and I'm heartless (Yeah)
There's a bitch there in my vision that bitch is a target (Brrr)
Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges
Don't matter if you fuck with me, I get money regardless (cash)
[Chorus]
That guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed
[Verse 2]
Now I said, hoes down, Gs up (Gs up)
You know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (Ice!)
I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghini truck (Skrrt!)
I'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up
Them bitches getting beat up (Blatt)
Slim waist, ass fat (Fat), my shit is caked up
My bad bitch at the bank (Yeah), without no makeup
This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back fat
Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at
Knick-knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone (Bone)
Put it on him, then your nigga never comin' home (Home)
I'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten, she a 'droid
Stupid ho, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed
[Chorus]
Get some guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch, you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, ugh
Guap, guap, get some chicken
[Refrain]
I need that cheese, shorty
Show me where it's at (Boy, please, whatever)
You play with me (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken)
I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)
You make-believe (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken)
Now with me it's only facts (Boy, please, whatever)
Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, ugh
[Verse 3]
Yeah, pop that pussy like you ain't popped that pussy in a while
Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style
Pop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up at church
Pop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove
Make that pussy slip and slide, like you from the 305
Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive
Spread them asscheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile
Lock your legs 'round that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo)
Gimme some neck, gimme a check
Pussy so good, make a nigga invest
Get a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet
I'll get it back up, just give me a sec'
Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag
Give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf
When I'm done, I make him cum, but then, he comin' off that cash
[Chorus]
Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch, you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, ugh
Guap, guap, get some chicken
[Outro]
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright | Bickenhead | Cardi B |
[Intro]
4Hunnid!
Mustard on the beat ho
[Chorus]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
[Verse 1]
Look, look
Momma needs some mill money (Cash)
Prada bag and heel money
See my ex, he still love me (Ha)
New nigga 'gon kill for me (Yeah)
All my chains got diamonds in it (Bling)
My account got commas in it (Cash)
Damn daddy, you fine as hell
I hope your wallet got condoms in it
I'm up, she mad, I'm first, she's last (Yeah)
Rob who? Take what? Click-clack, ski-mask
I'm a boss in a skirt, I'm a dog, I'm a flirt
Write a verse while I twerk, I wear Off-White at church
Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept
Bitch say that she gon' try me, how come I ain't seen it yet?
Give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (Huh?)
Shorty said it's all hers, why her thighs don't match?
[Chorus]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
[Verse 2]
Weave long, pussy bald, suck his dick through his drawers
Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, I evolved
I'm a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
Face down, ass up, I got perfect posture (Woo)
It's lit like a lamp, lick you like a stamp (Yuh)
Beat this pussy up (Yuh), I take it like a champ (Woo)
Balenciaga momma, I know you heard about her
Spoil me in Prada, I'm worth every dollar (Cash)
The one you made, could keep 'em (Yeah)
I need Chrissy Teigen
Know a bad bitch when I see one (Yeah, woo)
Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome
I'm his favorite type of chick, boujee, bad, and thick (Uh)
I could buy designer, but this Fashion Nova fit
All that ass (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
[Verse 3]
She bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
She ride me 'til I crash, 400 minutes, I last
She compliment my swag, all you niggas harass
All them bitches wanna be her friend now, she laugh (Hey now)
Uh, uh, she buy her man a Bentley coupe
Uh, uh, she got niggas and bitches, too
Uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
Uh, only Birkin, not Dooney & Burke, woo
Birkin bag, fuck a tag, fuck me, and she fuck me bad
Whispered in her ear, "You got these bitches beat, they runnin' laps"
You know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
Step out wearin' that dress, showin' that ass and it's a fuckin' wrap | She Bad | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Bong, bong, bong, bong (We good?)
Bong, bong, bong, bong (Like a drum)
Bong, bong, bong, bong (This is fire)
Bong, bong, bong-bong-bong-bong
[Verse 1]
Nigga, eat this ass like a plum (Plum)
This pussy tight like a nun (Nun)
Better chew it up like it's gum (Gum)
Then wipe your mouth when you done, mm (Okay)
I'm hot like Nevada
Pussy get popped, piñata
Bitch, I look like money (Like money)
You could print my face on a dollar
[Refrain]
Beat it up (Bong-bong-bong-bong)
Beat it up (Bong-bong-bong-bong)
Beat it up (Bong-bong-bong-bong)
Beat it up (Bong), okay
[Verse 2]
Five, four, three, two, one, lift off (Hey)
Honey, I'm home, shoes gettin' kicked off (Uh)
Every time I turn around, a bitch pissed off (Ah-ha)
Little dusty-ass hoes need a lint brush (Woo)
You gon' settle down, you gon' livе with him (What?)
I don't even wanna post a pic with him (No)
The bag hе just bought me was a Goyard (Goyard)
That ain't your nigga, he is both ours
Pussy tight like a nun (Nun)
Countin' hundreds up with my thumb (Thumb)
I don't care where you from (From)
Better beat this shit like a drum (Okurrr)
Don't be talkin' shit like you know me (Woo)
I ride dick like a pony
Girl, that nigga look like a brokey (Real hot-girl shit)
Go and fuck with his homie, he a (Ah)
[Verse 3]
This ass sit like the stallion
All these wannabes my lil' ponies
These hoes camped out in the comments
Always talkin' like they know me (Ayy)
Thick bitches in the black truck, packed in
Eat whoever in my way, Ms. Pacman
Hermès, made a real big purchase
Purse so big, had to treat it like a person
Bad bitch (Bad bitch) in real life (In real life)
Show me real love (Yeah, yeah), give a fuck about them likes ('Bout them likes)
Bitch tryna say I ain't fine, oh, aight
They know I'm thick like I'm eatin' beans with the rice
Like lean over ice, got the real meat pies (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I be spillin' like my ass out these jeans when they tight (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the way they watch me, need to be monetized (Ah)
I'ma need a money bag if I sleep overnight
Wait, wait (Hold up), wait, wait (Hold up), wait
Hoes pop pills, but I'm the one they can't take (Yeah)
Hot-girl shit, I'ma make somethin' shake (Brrt)
I know these stiff hoes can't relate (Ah)
[Verse 4]
Shoot your shot like a free throw
Just know this pussy ain't free, though
My BD is a Migo
Bitch, your BD is a zero
My back shots sound like bongos
I ain't scared to admit I'm a freak ho (Ah)
At least I'm gettin' my money (Yeah)
Y'all hoes broke, pussy took more turns than a key hole
[Interlude]
It did
Like a bun
I'ma throw it back like it's Thursday
I got cake, I'm lit, it's my birthday, ah
[Verse 5]
Look, I don't ride it on my knees, bitch, I ride it on my toes (Uh)
Big fat ass, it be eatin' up the thong
Got a garage full of foreign cars that I never drove (Yeah)
A bitch couldn't school me with a student loan
So sexy, I could Met Gala in a robe (Yup)
I could body every look and I could body every pose (Yes)
Neck full of diamonds, yeah, I'm forever froze
Will Cardi ever fall off? Bitch, we'll never know, woo
[Outro]
Beat it up
Wait
Bitch, I'm hot like Nevada
Pussy get popped, piñata (Bop)
Lookin' like money (Cold)
You could print my face on a dollar (Okurrr)
This pussy Dominicana
This pussy Americana, ayy
Si tú quiere' que te toma, toma
Bought a couple cribs on my own, I'm a owner (Woo)
Beat it up
Real hot-girl shit
La Cardi (Ah) | Bongos | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Money bag, money bag
Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag (Yeah)
Money bag
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Cardi
[Chorus]
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's an entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all Bloody Gang, so don't be talkin' sideways
[Verse 1]
He said I'm protein thick, you look like a dope fiend, sis
He make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery list
Now why this bitch tryna look on my Snap?
I take your man and I won't give him back
I just walk into the booth and attack
I hit this grind, the roof gon' collapse
I been broke my whole life, I have no clue what to do with these racks
Wig be laid, waist snatched, ass fat, straight facts
Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, uh
Tramps jumpin' on my dick, that's why they call it trampoline, uh
[Chorus]
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all Bloody Gang, so don't be talkin' sideways
[Verse 2]
These bitches salty, they sodium, they jelly, petroleum
Always talkin' in the background, don't never come to the podium
Chef Cardi B, I'm cookin' up, I see you hoes at the stove again
While you hoes were sleepin' on me, I made forty bands by 4PM
They be taking shots, miss-miss, X and O, kiss-kiss
Everythin' your nigga want, I'm like a walkin' wishlist
I don't understand what this hate is about
How you gon' suck yo' man dick with my name in yo' mouth?
[Chorus]
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like, money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all Bloody Gang, so don't be talkin' sideways | Money Bag | Cardi B |
[Producer Tag]
SwiftOnDemand
[Chorus]
Ran down on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me, I be with whatever
If a bitch beef with me, we gon' beef forever
Ran down on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me, I be with whatever
If a bitch beef with me, we gon' beef forever
[Verse 1]
W—W—Why you always tryna run and hide? (Why?)
Always have my name up in your mouth, you outta line
You gon' make me pop up at your door like "surprise" (Hi)
Like "come outside, lil' bitch, come outside"
Never by my lonely, got my niggas by my side
And all my niggas skrr skrr, yeah, they down to ride
Yeah, my bitches go to work; I'm talking 9 to 5 (Work)
The streets want to fuck around you won't stay alive
Your mouth can cost you, and I’ll make sure that you pay the price
So don't be lackin' when you comin' home from work at night
You run your mouth; I'm poppin' out, now it's on sight
You—You—You gon' be just like my pussy: hella tight
A ho can hate, but don't be fucking with my commas (No)
And if she is, I'll shape her up and she gon' get the line up
Can't be starting all these problems if you cannot solve 'em (Don't do that)
Cardi backing down, I swear to God, that's not an option
[Verse 2]
Some bitches claim they with the shit, but they ain't with a thing
I spin the block, come around like a boomerang
Silence, silence, I don't hear a thing
Worry 'bout me, but your pussy smell like turtle tank
I pull up on that check, nothing less, that's all I do
T—T—Ten bands, fifty bands, ain't nuttin' new
I see some people who still worried 'bout my revenue (Why you worry?)
I'm eating good, you wish you could, don't worry about my food
And niggas hating on a female, ain't no way to live (Lil bitch)
You bitch-made, make me wonder if you got a dick (Lil bitch)
How you feeling like a man envying a chick? (Pussy)
Wake up and go get some money, go and find your niche (Get that money)
Silly motherfucker (Silly,) who raised you? (Who raised you?)
A nigga with a pussy? How disgraceful (Oh my God)
I have my hitters come, and duct tape you
And your bitch could get it too, double date, boo
So let's get it, so let's get it, so let's get it
Let's not waste a minute; you clearly started, so let's finish
I don't do forgiveness; they take your kindness for a gimmick
I'm just here for business, I'm running down and I'm with it, bap | Foreva | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Yeah
Lookin' like I caught a (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Woah
[Chorus]
Lookin' like I've caught a lick (Caught a lick)
Run up on me, you get hit (Grrah!)
And all my bitches with the shits (Woo!)
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (Fact)
Lookin' like I caught a lick
Since Day 1, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin' like I've caught a lick
Lookin' like I've caught a lick
[Verse 1]
Look at me, look at me
They ain't like me before, now they bookin' me
The glow up got bitches so shook at me
They like, "Chef Cardi B, what you cookin', B?"
I say, "Bitches, got me on some new shit"
I swear niggas got me feelin' ruthless
Too much motherfuckers done doubted me (Yeah)
That's why I had to just prove it (Uh-huh)
I remember walkin' in the stores
I couldn't buy nothin', they look at me stank (What you lookin' at?)
Now I just walk in the stores
I like it, I cop it, I don't even think (Gimme that!)
Bank tellers asking for info
'Cause now my deposits on Kimbo
Told that bitch, "Gimme my money" (Gimme my money)
Why the fuck you askin' all this info?
[Pre-Chorus]
Run up, get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn't luck up
Was grindin' all night
Didn't sleep 'til the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I'm that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit
[Chorus]
Lookin' like I've caught a lick (Caught a lick)
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits (Woo!)
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (Fact)
Lookin' like I caught a lick (Woo!)
Since Day 1, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique (Woo, woo, woo, woo!)
Lookin' like I've caught a lick
Lookin' like I've caught a lick
[Verse 2]
See me in my 'bach, now they all surprised
Now they call my phone, I just press decline
Not even six seconds, I don't give 'em Vine
Tell 'em, "Fall back," all must recline
Bitches mad as fuck but I don't give a fuck
Niggas can't believe it, better soak it up
Lookin' like I've caught a lick, bitch
Your nigga got me on his wish-list
Thought I was makin' no moves? (Huh?)
Thought I was gon' be livin' in Sues? (The Sues?)
Thought I was makin' no money? (Huh?)
You fuckin' thought I was gon' lose (Woo!)
Everythin' I did, I swear I got paid
Been 'bout my money, that ain't gon' change
Bitch, you gon' drown tryna ride on my wave
Corny ass bitches, I just can't relate (Woo!) (I just can't relate)
[Chorus]
Lookin' like I've caught a lick (Caught a lick)
Run up on me, you get hit (Grrah!)
And all my bitches with the shits (Woo!)
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (Fact)
Lookin' like I've caught a lick (Woo!)
Since Day 1, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin' like I've caught a lick
Lookin' like I've caught a lick
[Outro]
(Look at me)
(Look at me)
(Look at me)
(Look at me) | Lick | Cardi B |
[Letra de "Bodak Yellow (Latin Trap Remix)" ft. Messiah El Artista]
[Intro]
KSR (ooh)
Hah, it's Cardi, ayy
Said, "I'm the shit, they can't fuck with me if they wanted to"
Umm...
[Coro]
Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras"
That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá
Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar (Chin)
I'm a boss, you a worker, yo a'lante y tú atrás (Wee-ooh)
Esta canción es pa' mis goonies y mis cuero', ¡wuh! (Wuh)
Un show mío lo que tú haces en un año entero
Si me ves no me saludes, tú y yo no somos amiga' (Ajá)
Si tú no hace' dinero tú no eres de las mías
[Verso 1]
¿Di'que que tú puedes contra mi? Vamo' a averiguar
Vamo' allá, soy rapera y también yo sé pelear
You in the club, tú chapeando, yo llegando y cobrando
Siempre estoy depositando, 'tán cansao' de mí en el banco (Wuh)
En verdad, no me importa a quien yo le caiga mal
Llevo dos mixtapes en seis meses, nadie me puede parar
I don't bother with these hoes, don't let these hoes bother me
All these bitches son mis hijas, to'as se copian de mí
Mira, yo me robo a tu novio (Ooh), hago coro con tu esposo
Tu jevo 'tá aficia'o, sé que lo tengo sabroso
Yo se lo pongo en el poso, I'm like, "Okay" (Okay)
Yo le pido lo que quiera, él me compra mi cartera y una jeepeta
Lo tengo tan aficia'o que hasta me paga mi renta
Soy la más dura en la calle, know you prolly heard of me
Me busca, me arreglé los dientes, hope you hoes know it ain't cheap
Pago la renta de mi madre y no dependo de nadie
Si no hablas de dinero es mejor que ni me hables
[Coro]
Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras"
That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá
Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar
I'm a boss, you a worker, yo a'lante y tú atrás
Esta canción es pa' mis goonies y mis cuero' (Wuh, wuh)
Un show mío lo que tú haces en un año entero
Si me ves no me saludes, tú y yo no somos amiga' (Ajá)
Si tú no hace' dinero tú no eres de las mías
[Verso 2]
¿Dique que tú puedes contra mi? Suelta eso, bi
Nigga, please, to mis show son pago, ninguno gratis
Créeme a mí, no hagas que yo coja aquí un felony
I'm the big beef for well, these niggas know my pedigree
Honestly, I got bad bitches that wanna fuck with me
Suck on me, ride me crazy y dejarme seco a mí
Que yo no 'taba sonando, que no 'taba haciendo bulla
Dique que estaba apagao y pegao con la jeva tuya
Ando con mi primo Lucas, un corito sano y con par de putas
Lo que tu gasta' una noche en botellas, eso yo lo gasto en refilles de hookah
Los cueros dicen: "Messiah 'ta de pinga, porque nos da y después se embala"
A lo mejor ella pensaba que yo iba a darle y después mudarla
Andamo' en la calle, o sea en la lleca (Skrt)
Andamo' fumando peyote, purple haze en mi yerba
Hablan mierda a tu espalda y cuando te ven ellos no dicen na'
Ando con mi hermano DJ Hova and tonight we gonna shake the block
[Coro]
Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras"
That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá
Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar
I'm a boss, you a worker, yo alante y tú atrás
Esta canción es pa' mis goonies y mis cueros
Un show mío lo que tú haces en un año entero
Si me ves no me saludes, tú y yo no somos amiga'
Si tú no hace' dinero tú no eres de las mías | Bodak Yellow (Latin Trap Remix) | Cardi B |
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay (Mano)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look (OG Parker)
[Verse 1]
Me verse you and you know who they pickin'
Cheap and expensive, you knowin' the difference
You know that it's hittin', you know what it's givin'
Hair, nails, polar bear
I can survive in the coldest conditions
Hoes better lower they tone when they spittin'
Bitches is washed, soap on the dishes
I apply pressure like boa constrictors
One bitch, two bitch, old bitch, new bitch
None of y'all bitches not gon' do shit
I'm in Miami, I pull up on cruise ship
You in Miami, four hoеs to a room shit (Ah)
[Pre-Chorus]
When I step, it's stampedе
Foot on neck, can't breathe
Lucky Charm, Van Cleef
Diamonds on the dance team
[Chorus]
I see my opps linkin' up, I'm like, "What in the fuck?"
If you scared, then just say that, ho, enough is enough
They was just in my DMs, ain't no trustin' these sluts
I'm about to call up Diamond, bitch, knuck if you—
Opps linkin' up, I'm like, "What in the fuck?"
If you scared then just say that, ho, enough is enough
They was just in my DMs, ain't no trustin' these sluts
I'm about to call up Diamond, bitch, knuck if you buck
[Verse 2]
I'm like, "Ooh, child, cool down"
Too hot, too wild
Mugler, new style
Mmm, how you fuckin' with me? Girl
Give me one shot and I'm raising the glass
Give me two shots and I'm shaking this ass
Give me three shots and I'm ready to fuck
Five, four shots, I be ready to splash
God gave it to me, so I gotta pop it
I'm standing on business, I'm really about it
Bitches be talkin', mouth be bigger than they pockets
Girl, tell me about it
I'm litty, I'm pretty, I'm runnin' the city
I'm shittin' on bitches in every department
This ass heavy and thick like peanut butter and bitches jelly about it
Did a lot of winnin', lot of scorin' (Yeah)
Cardi Bryant, Cardi Jordan (Yeah)
These bitches sore losers (What?)
And they can't do it, it's not important
Look, ayy, I'm gettin' better and better-er
I do not see no competitors (You know it)
You know the gang hit that pussy, said it was regular-degular
Can't see me in fightin', can't see me in fashion, can't see me with money, these bitches is buggin'
Either these bitches is blind or I'm invisible, bitches can't see me in nothing (Mmm)
[Pre-Chorus]
When I hop out, it's stampede
Foot on neck, can't breathe
Lucky Charm, Van Cleef
Diamonds on the dance team | Enough (Miami) | Cardi B |
[Intro]
(Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard)
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(Tay Keith)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Now this that hot shit
Jimmy Snuka off the top ropes, superfly shit (Fly)
Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit (Hot)
Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch
New Chanel, I rock it twice, and it ain't even out yet
All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious
Bought a home and closin' on another, I know I'm blessed
Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots lеft
Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest (Ooh, smokin' dopе)
I'm connected
I don't know what's longer, man, my blocklist or my checklist
I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace
Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfast
Still might slide on a opp (It's electric)
Hatin' didn't work so they lied (So they lied)
These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried (And they fried)
I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died
Tell 'em, "Move, move"
New Chanel on my body, it's a boost
I'm so poppin', I don't ever gotta get introduced ('Duced)
One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce (Truce)
Brand new yappa, can't wait to put that bitch to use (Use)
[Chorus]
Oof (Oof)
Checks comin' fast, sound like swoosh (Swoosh)
Ooh (Ooh)
Give it to 'em straight, hundred proof (Proof)
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two
[Verse 2]
This that block music, this that drop location, drop a opp music (Man)
This ain't for them niggas in the house, this shit for Glock users
And don't talk down on trenches hoes who known to be a cock user
This that pill talk, gotta bust his head, he cut on opp music
Who said you gang? (Who?)
Who said you could come around this bitch and hang? (Who? Who?)
And I fucked your baby mama' mama, and I ain't say a thing (Shh)
They just came outside in 2020, pull up in that '21
I pick my side, switches fully and I'ma die for 21 (Slaughter Gang)
I got plenty cars, I hit plenty stars and didn't cum
I said it plenty times, I pay for bodies, I ain't pay for none
You think I'm finna leave my bitch for you? She fuck Future, too?
I know that Von hit her, she pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo (Smurk)
[Verse 3]
Pinky swear you ain't scared when you heard Ye appear
I'ma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill your man
I'm just sayin', now I start to get used to the pain
'Til one day I said, "Fuck it," brought my masseuse on the plane
Why you playin'? Reach in the gang, lose a hand
"Where you stand? Where was Jay at? Where was them at? Where you done that? Where you live at?"
Another headline, "Where your hat at?"
"Nigga, go home, where your kids at?"
They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve, mm-mm
When we lost Virg', I was on the verge, mm-mm
I just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge, mm-mm
We just made a silent movie with no words, mm
Guess who toppin' now? Uh, God got me now, uh
Guess who at Balenciaga? Guess who shoppin' now? Uh
They can't stop me now, uh, I been poppin' out, uh
Cardi, where your sister at? I need Henny now, mm-mm
I flew in and out, hundred-fifty-thou', mm-mm
Now, even when they shout, gotta shout me out
So ahead, go ahead, mm-mm
Not even close, all of y'all is number two | Hot Shit | Cardi B |
[Chorus]
How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay
Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way
The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas Day
[Verse]
Somebody tell Doja Cat that I'm tryna indulge in that
In my grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that
See the motion clap when you're throwin' it back (When you're throwin' it back)
These females plannin' on doin' me wrong
So I'm grabbin' a 'dom out the Trojan pack
Post the location after we're gone
Can't slip and let them know where we're at
I don't know about you, but I valuе my life (But I value my life)
'Causе imagine I die (Die)
And I ain't made a hundred Ms yet
There's so much things I ain't done yet
Like fuckin' a flight attendant, huh
I don't party, but I heard Cardi there, so fuck it, I might attend it
Gotta kick back sometimes and wonder
How life would've been if I never did take them risks and would have I prospered?
Floatin' and I won't go under
Been outta town for a month
Absence made the love grow fonder
UK rap or UK drill, gotta mention my name if you talk 'bout the genre (Alright)
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[Chorus]
Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? (My bitch is gay)
Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way (Way)
The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas Day
Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay
Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way
The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas Day37Embed
[Verse]
Somebody tell Doja Cat that I'm tryna indulge in that
In my grey tracksuit, see the bulge in that
See the motion clap when you're throwin' it back (When you're throwin' it back)
These females plannin' on doin' me wrong
So I'm grabbin' a 'dom out the Trojan pack
Post the location after we're gone
Can't slip and let them know where we're at
I don't know about you, but I valuе my life (But I value my life)
'Causе imagine I die (Die)
And I ain't made a hundred Ms yet
There's so much things I ain't done yet
Like fuckin' a flight attendant, huh
I don't party, but I heard Cardi there, so fuck it, I might attend it
Gotta kick back sometimes and wonder
How life would've been if I never did take them risks and would have I prospered?
Floatin' and I won't go under
Been outta town for a month
Absence made the love grow fonder
UK rap or UK drill, gotta mention my name if you talk 'bout the genre (Alright)
[Chorus]
Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? (My bitch is gay)
Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way (Way)
The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas Day
Ho-ho-how can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay
Hit man in the top, try see a man topless, even the stick is gay
Huggin' my bruddas and say that I love them, but I don't swing that way
The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas Day | Doja | Central Cee |
[Verse 1]
I'm not in the mood cah my flight delayed
So I jumped on a private jet and I'm askin' the pilot the ETA
Lambo' parked on the landin' strip, everyone in my gang and my DJ paid
Why's my man talkin' 'bout inshallah? These times, he don't even pray
Why's my man wearing a Jesus piece?
How does she squeeze in them jeans? Big behind and petitest waist
Take time with the GBG, we don't beef nobody like GBK
Woke up on the wrong side of bed, so he's gonna get slappеd if I don't have my P's today
I love my young boy, I won't lead him 'stray, I'm stuck to Lil Bro likе PVA
Paid already, I don't need no hit song
We don't need ID, Lil Bro seventeen in the club, he ain't scrollin' TikTok
F's just saw him a thick one, "Which one? Who do you want, bro? Pick one"
If I shoot my shot, I'll hit one, matter of time till I get them all ticked off
Alright
[Chorus]
We can go band for band
Fuck that, we can go M for M
Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck
Double R with the factory rims
I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat
It's got to the point that I don't even care
I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear
[Verse 2]
Uh, bro'll do it for some shoes and some clothes, you'll see what he'll do for a necklace
'Rari truck look like a spider, it's crawlin' a dollar on just accessories (Damn)
She made me wanna go harder, I like her whole aura, I think I'm obsessed with her
They hit him up on his birthday, did him the worst way, he had a death wish
I get right under they skin, I don't even try, I guess I can't help that shit
I'ma have love for bro for life if we talk or not, I step with him, nigga
Of course you can beat me at talkin', ain't no back-and-forth, wait 'til we catch up with them niggas
Knockin' a bag and makin' the opposite mad, I done fell in love with it
UK Selfridges with a cute one (Ooh)
Bank account look good, this a new one (Yeah)
You the type like to type on computers (Wow)
Got a mask, but he ain't no shooter (Haha)
Top ten, but she don't act bougie
Me and your friends can go to Aruba
Hit France, it depend on my mood
This a Maybach van, this ain't no Uber
We can go band for band
Fuck that, we can go M for M
Mama got a body like Kim and them
Mama been killin' that gym
We can go watch for watch, from chain to chain, the rings, I'm him
I done got rich, but I'm still with the shit, land in London and go to the ends
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[Chorus]
We can go band for band
Fuck that, we can go M for M
Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck
Double R with the factory rims
I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat
It's got to the point that I don't even care
I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear11Embed
[Verse 2]
Uh, bro'll do it for some shoes and some clothes, you'll see what he'll do for a necklace
'Rari truck look like a spider, it's crawlin' a dollar on just accessories (Damn)
She made me wanna go harder, I like her whole aura, I think I'm obsessed with her
They hit him up on his birthday, did him the worst way, he had a death wish
I get right under they skin, I don't even try, I guess I can't help that shit
I'ma have love for bro for life if we talk or not, I step with him, nigga
Of course you can beat me at talkin', ain't no back-and-forth, wait 'til we catch up with them niggas
Knockin' a bag and makin' the opposite mad, I done fell in love with it
UK Selfridges with a cute one (Ooh)
Bank account look good, this a new one (Yeah)
You the type like to type on computers (Wow)
Got a mask, but he ain't no shooter (Haha)
Top ten, but she don't act bougie
Me and your friends can go to Aruba
Hit France, it depend on my mood
This a Maybach van, this ain't no Uber
We can go band for band
Fuck that, we can go M for M
Mama got a body like Kim and them
Mama been killin' that gym
We can go watch for watch, from chain to chain, the rings, I'm him
I done got rich, but I'm still with the shit, land in London and go to the ends | BAND4BAND | Central Cee |
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow (Nastylgia)
Only know you love her when you let her go
Alright
[Chorus]
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the roads when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
You said that pussy mine, so why'd you let it go?
Haha, you're such a ho
[Verse 1]
I loved you until you try to get in my head
And that's why I lost respect
You're doin' the most to get my attention, baby, I'm not impressed, uh
I changed my bedsheets, but I still smell your flesh
I don't know how we got in this mess
I rarely get this in-depth
This girl make me question love
This girl make me feel like less of a man 'cause I'm feelin' depressed and stuff
Can't believe I was willing to drop everyone and invest in us
The last time that we fucked was fucked, the way you got up, got dressed and cut
Look, I thought that we could've been
Maybe, I was too optimistic
Tell me what you need, I'll provide everythin'
Baby, you don't know what you're missin'
Our chemistry felt like quantum physics, physics
Feelin' your energy, feelin' your spirit
If this is the end, I need one more visit
They're showin' me love, but I still feel empty
I need somethin' a lot more fulfillin', uh
Move out of London town then move to a rural village
You made me delete that pic off my phone
But I close my eyes, still see that image
Won't chase if my heart ain't in it, it's finished
Too far gone, can't fix it, bitch, this damage is done
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[Pre-Chorus]
Well, you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Alright
[Verse 2]
I called four times on a private caller, I feel like a creep, uh
I know there's plenty of fish in the sea, but I fucked those girls, got you in my mind
When you fucked those guys, did you wish they were me?
Turn 'em around and I put them in doggy, I don't even fuck them in missionary
There's no intimacy and additionally, it's obligatory when I fucked that opp thot
I don't even take my socks off
And I don't even know why I did it, as soon as I'm finished, I'm gettin' them dropped off
And what makes it worse, I know that she's tellin' her friends that I chopped her
I don't know what you're doin' when we're not together, it's drivin' me mad 'cause I can't even stop ya
Typed in your bank details and sent you a bag, I'm rich like, bitch, unblock me
Make it quick, can you do that promptly?
If you won't give me your love for free, I'll buy it, just tell me how much it'll cost me
Your new man ain't got nothin' on me
Fuck your annual wage, I can make that monthly, huh, alright
[Chorus]
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the roads when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
You said that pussy mine, so why'd you let it go?
Haha, you're such a ho17Embed
[Verse 1]
I loved you until you try to get in my head
And that's why I lost respect
You're doin' the most to get my attention, baby, I'm not impressed, uh
I changed my bedsheets, but I still smell your flesh
I don't know how we got in this mess
I rarely get this in-depth
This girl make me question love
This girl make me feel like less of a man 'cause I'm feelin' depressed and stuff
Can't believe I was willing to drop everyone and invest in us
The last time that we fucked was fucked, the way you got up, got dressed and cut
Look, I thought that we could've been
Maybe, I was too optimistic
Tell me what you need, I'll provide everythin'
Baby, you don't know what you're missin'
Our chemistry felt like quantum physics, physics
Feelin' your energy, feelin' your spirit
If this is the end, I need one more visit
They're showin' me love, but I still feel empty
I need somethin' a lot more fulfillin', uh
Move out of London town then move to a rural village
You made me delete that pic off my phone
But I close my eyes, still see that image
Won't chase if my heart ain't in it, it's finished
Too far gone, can't fix it, bitch, this damage is done | LET GO | Central Cee |
[Intro]
(HARGO Production)
[Chorus]
Cee don't be on the road too tough
But I still cut through with the local thugs (Thugs)
Coulda ran off the plug
But I kept it real and I showed him love (Showed him love)
Lil'-lil' bro got the poker tucked
Where we grow up, it's so corrupt
Fans see me on the block, go nuts
I'm not in my bag, I'm loading, loading
Back then, it was hand-to-hand
Nowadays, I don't have no involvement
In the trap, I'll stay on my own
I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin
WhyJay no commented it
It's complicated, 'cause the case still open
The boys in blue tryna find them clues
In the station, problem-solving
[Verse 1]
Bro just jumped out the ride with a mask on, face likе he dodging COVID (Bah)
Jumped off the porch and wеnt my own way, no way, I don't owe no olders (No way)
Free all the guys and rest in peace to all of the fallen soldiers
The world full up of impactive distractions so we all lose focus (Haha)
I think out loud, what comes out my mouth, I can't control it
Live Yours on the chain, I'm so lit, soon come out with the custom clothing
Fuck sake, you must be joking, CIDs outside of the cut, patrollin'
How-how did they know 'bout the ins and outs? Somebody must've told 'em
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[Chorus]
Cee don't be on the road too tough
But I still cut through with the local thugs (Thugs)
Could've ran off the plug
But I kept it real and I showed him love (Showed him love)
Lil'-lil' bro got the poker tucked (Tucked)
Where we grow up, it's so corrupt (So corrupt)
Fans see me on the block, go nuts
I'm not in my bag, I'm loading, loading
Back then, it was hand-to-hand
Nowadays, I don't have no involvement
In the trap, I'll stay on my own
I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin
WhyJay no commented it
It's complicated, 'cause the case still open
The boys in blue tryna find them clues
In the station, problem-solving
[Verse 2]
Cee don't do no fraud, I trap, say "Yo" to the local cat (Yo)
See me on the road, all black
My foot on the gas and I won't fall back
Bro been in a jail and he won't go back
I fucked bare hoes and they ain't all that
I'm missing their call and I won't phone back
It's time that I find me a wife
More time, I don't have no type
But I wouldn't mind me a Liyah Mai (Okay)
Treat her right, I'd try (Alright)
Finer things in life, I'd buy (Okay)
Wanna wine and dine, that's fine
If we go uptown, gotta hold that (Whoosh)
Wanna fly Dubai tonight? Lastminute.com, I'll book that flight
[Chorus]
Cee don't be on the road too tough
But I still cut through with the local thugs (Thugs)
Could've ran off the plug
But I kept it real and I showed him love (Showed him love)
Lil'-lil' bro got the poker tucked
Where we grow up, it's so corrupt
Fans see me on the block, go nuts
I'm not in my bag, I'm loading, loading
Back then, it was hand-to-hand
Nowadays, I don't have no involvement
In the trap, I'll stay on my own
I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin
WhyJay no commented it
It's complicated, 'cause the case still open
The boys in blue tryna find them clues
In the station, problem-solving
[Outro]
(HARGO Production)15Embed
[Verse 1]
Bro just jumped out the ride with a mask on, face likе he dodging COVID (Bah)
Jumped off the porch and wеnt my own way, no way, I don't owe no olders (No way)
Free all the guys and rest in peace to all of the fallen soldiers
The world full up of impactive distractions so we all lose focus (Haha)
I think out loud, what comes out my mouth, I can't control it
Live Yours on the chain, I'm so lit, soon come out with the custom clothing
Fuck sake, you must be joking, CIDs outside of the cut, patrollin'
How-how did they know 'bout the ins and outs? Somebody must've told 'em
[Outro]
(HARGO Production) | Loading | Central Cee |
[Pre-Chorus]
Your hair's under my pillow, so I sleep (So I sleep)
And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (Nastylgia, at my feet)
I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me? (Me, me, me, me)
[Chorus]
I hope a trap boy's your type (Why?)
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (Alright)
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (Literally, at my feet)
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line
I'll switch it (Calm)
You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys, you're trippin' (When you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me?)
[Bridge]
I followed you, I followed you today, I was in my car (Alright)
I wanted to come see you from afar (At my feet)
If you turned around and saw me I would die
When you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me?
[Verse]
Bad one and she photogenic (Alright)
Instagram got a lot of impressions (Uh-huh, hear it now)
She think I'm a G and I don't need love
But I need some thug affection (Literally, me, me, love me)
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
Man, I got twenty-one questions (Like fifty, just me)
In the trap with the cats, domestics
She doin' lashes, somethin' cosmetic
They shot their shot, she read it
They slid in the DM with somethin' generic (Huh, hear it now)
She don't even like goin' out
Got a new outfit, but nowhere to wear it (Alright)
She think that I'm bein' disloyal when I'm in the streets with couple of killys (You ain't gotta)
You ain't gotta worry 'bout none of these hoes
I'm grown, I'm done with these bitches (Done with these bitches, done with these bitches)
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[Pre-Chorus]
Your hair's under my pillow, so I sleep (So I sleep)
And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (At my feet)
I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for me? (Me, me, me, me)
[Chorus]
I hope a trap boy's your type (Why?)
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five (Alright)
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different (Literally, at my feet)
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line
I'll switch it (Calm)
You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys, you're trippin'
[Outro]
Wipe them just for me? Me, me, me, me
I hope a trap boy's your type
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five
Do you wipe them just for me? Me, me, me, me
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different
I'm pleading on my knees (Knees, knees, knees, knees)
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line
I'll switch it
You said you don't like my life
It's your touch that I need (Need, need, need, need)
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for—106Embed
[Verse]
Bad one and she photogenic (Alright)
Instagram got a lot of impressions (Uh-huh, hear it now)
She think I'm a G and I don't need love
But I need some thug affection (Literally, me, me, love me)
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
Man, I got twenty-one questions (Like fifty, just me)
In the trap with the cats, domestics
She doin' lashes, somethin' cosmetic
They shot their shot, she read it
They slid in the DM with somethin' generic (Huh, hear it now)
She don't even like goin' out
Got a new outfit, but nowhere to wear it (Alright)
She think that I'm bein' disloyal when I'm in the streets with couple of killys (You ain't gotta)
You ain't gotta worry 'bout none of these hoes
I'm grown, I'm done with these bitches (Done with these bitches, done with these bitches)
[Outro]
Wipe them just for me? Me, me, me, me
I hope a trap boy's your type
'Cause I don't have a nine-to-five
Do you wipe them just for me? Me, me, me, me
I get that your standards high
But I'm not a random guy, I'm different
I'm pleading on my knees (Knees, knees, knees, knees)
When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line
I'll switch it
You said you don't like my life
It's your touch that I need (Need, need, need, need)
When you wipe your tears, do you wipe them just for— | Obsessed With You | Central Cee |
[Intro]
(Mokuba)
[Chorus]
I got commitment issues but I'm tryna fix that for you
If I can’t afford that bag that you want then I would lick that for you, huh
I wanna be there for you, I knew that the day I saw you
Too many times we argue, sorry for all of the names I called you
Shoulda never called you a bitch but I did, now you're pissed, tryna cut my clothes (Don't do that)
Should have deleted that text, then you wouldn’t have known that I fucked those hoes (Alright)
Don't act like you care how I feel, don't act like you care how I feel, you don't
Don't like how you act so spoilt, you start move mad when I tell you "No"
[Verse 1]
But I wanna make it known (Alright)
I gotta take my time with love, so we gotta take it slow (Tek time)
I'm not used to this type of stuff but I can still make you moan (Anytime)
Anytime that you want, I can lay that (Lay that)
You wait on the day that I say "I love you too" but I just can't say that (Say that)
You want that bag, I'ma hit that trap, in a week I’ll make that purchase (I’ll buy that)
One touch make her leg start shake, make her legs start shake like I make you nervous
Every time that I rap 'bout hoes, I know that you hate those lyrics
I don’t believe in love but that doesn't mean I don't take you serious
[Chorus]
I got commitment issues but I'm tryna fix that for you
If I can’t afford that bag that you want then I would lick that for you, huh
I wanna be there for you, I knew that the day I saw you
Too many times we argue, sorry for all of the names I called you
Shoulda never called you a bitch but I did, now you're pissed, tryna cut my clothes (Don't do that)
Should have deleted that text, then you wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (Alright)
Don't act like you care how I feel, don't act like you care how I feel, you don't
Don't like how you act so spoilt, you start move mad when I tell you "No"
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[Verse 2]
I got commitment issues (I do)
I know that your ex still miss you (I know)
You can't get enough of my love 'cause I give you a fuck that your ex can't give you, ha
Send the location (Skrrt), I'm speeding 'cause I got no patience
Twenty bags on trainers, think I'm famous, I got a lot of hoes though lately (Ah)
I get a lot of dough though lately, and I get paid on the promo lately
A lot of fake love in the air, can't go nowhere on my solo lately
Me and her just argue daily, she knows that I trap so her marge don't rate me
When I don't text back, I ain't with a yat, I'm in the bando, baby
[Chorus]
I got commitment issues but I'm tryna fix that for you
If I can't afford that bag that you want then I would lick that for you, huh
I wanna be there for you, I knew that the day I saw you
Too many times we argue, sorry for all of the names I called you
Shoulda never called you a bitch but I did, now you're pissed, tryna cut my clothes (Don't do that)
Should have deleted that text, then you wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (Alright)
Don't act like you care how I feel, don't act like you care how I feel, you don't
Don't like how you act so spoilt, you start move mad when I tell you "No"15Embed
[Chorus]
I got commitment issues but I'm tryna fix that for you
If I can’t afford that bag that you want then I would lick that for you, huh
I wanna be there for you, I knew that the day I saw you
Too many times we argue, sorry for all of the names I called you
Shoulda never called you a bitch but I did, now you're pissed, tryna cut my clothes (Don't do that)
Should have deleted that text, then you wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (Alright)
Don't act like you care how I feel, don't act like you care how I feel, you don't
Don't like how you act so spoilt, you start move mad when I tell you "No"
[Chorus]
I got commitment issues but I'm tryna fix that for you
If I can't afford that bag that you want then I would lick that for you, huh
I wanna be there for you, I knew that the day I saw you
Too many times we argue, sorry for all of the names I called you
Shoulda never called you a bitch but I did, now you're pissed, tryna cut my clothes (Don't do that)
Should have deleted that text, then you wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (Alright)
Don't act like you care how I feel, don't act like you care how I feel, you don't
Don't like how you act so spoilt, you start move mad when I tell you "No" | Commitment Issues | Central Cee |
[Intro]
(Strikes in the mix)
[Chorus]
Day in the life
Let's see if you really trap
Turn off the autotune
Let's hear how you really rap
Haha, send a location
Come burn a boy if you're bad, let's see
Your dad left home from young
And you ain't done shit for your mum, ah man, ah man
How are you relying on man like gyal?
You're mad, you mas'a mad
You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lack
Can't keep track, been in the trap
It's hard, I can't keep up (I can't keep up)
Selling them party drugs
I'm the one that got the party turnt
[Verse 1]
Everyone say they T (They T)
Fascinated by the trap
I might put the bando on Airbnb (B)
Leave me a good review, next time you come
Get some, get one for free (Who's that?)
Who's that with the hair on fleek?
She made me beep my horn, it's peak
I try stay low in the Jeep, low-key (Discrete)
The feds ain't dumb, they know wagwan
But the young G's too naive
Little bro got nicked two times this week
Freedom's priceless, not cheap
Fuck you, pay me
Got a booking fee plus VAT (VAT)
R.I.P. A1, it's sad that he didn't see eighteen
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[Chorus]
Day in the life
Let's see if you really trap
Turn off the autotune
Let's hear how you really rap
Haha, send a location
Come burn a boy if you're bad, let's see
Your dad left home from young
And you ain't done shit for your mum, ah man, ah man
How are you relying on man like gyal?
You're mad, you mas'a mad
You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lack
Can't keep track, been in the trap
It's hard, I can't keep up (I can't keep up)
Selling them party drugs
I'm the one that got the party turnt
[Verse 2]
Bro said I'm going all dumb
I won't leave that trap alone
Come like I'm young in love
Got a toxic relationship with Stacey, but she won't cut me off
Can't be breaking even no more, brodie, I must see prof'
Came to the bando healthy, left with a dusty cough
Loving the goldest rose like the England rugby top
These bitches lie, relationship advice, don't trust these thots
Everyone talk gun 'pon beat, but in their real life, no gun beat off (Hahaha)
Keep the convo brief, say no more, my G
Don't you know that talk is cheap?
Like my gyaldem short and sweet
What ya mean can you sit on my face? She listen to too much DBE
Everyone got PTSD, how come now everyone sip on lean?
Don't you know that I grind two fours? I'm on two-fours like Christmas Eve
Bro, why you act surprised? I told you dis and you didn't believe
Can deal with the trap being dirty, can't deal with the dirty D's
If the yard I'm in gets spun, I won't come home 'til I'm thirty-three
[Outro]
You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lack
(You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lack), Frosty8Embed
[Verse 1]
Everyone say they T (They T)
Fascinated by the trap
I might put the bando on Airbnb (B)
Leave me a good review, next time you come
Get some, get one for free (Who's that?)
Who's that with the hair on fleek?
She made me beep my horn, it's peak
I try stay low in the Jeep, low-key (Discrete)
The feds ain't dumb, they know wagwan
But the young G's too naive
Little bro got nicked two times this week
Freedom's priceless, not cheap
Fuck you, pay me
Got a booking fee plus VAT (VAT)
R.I.P. A1, it's sad that he didn't see eighteen
[Outro]
You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lack
(You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lack), Frosty | Day in the Life | Central Cee |
[Intro]
(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
(S/o le Flem)
(Yo, lil' bih, it's NKO on beat)
Dice, ala, mira, L
Ekip, Ekip
Y-Yo, tell 'em Central Cee
Don't get capture
I come straight from Italy
I'm from Arab, click-clack
I still gotta take calculated risks
[Verse 1]
Yo, I come straight from Italy (Ah)
Where your body dissolve in acid (Rondo)
My girl is hot like Takis, no party, I'm rich, no lackin' (No cap)
Se-se parli di drill in Italia, non ho rivali, non siamo uguali (No cap)
Ho un cuore d'oro ma spero che i miei opps muoiano tutti quanti
Mafia talk, for sure (For sure), I'm richer than all my opps
Why they ban me from my city? (Ah) I'm just tryna do my job (Fuck them)
Pull uppo sul tuo blocco, trappin', la tua ho sa tutti i miei versi
Lurkin', twerkin', squirtin' (Ah-ah) solo per una Birkin
[Verse 2]
I'm from Arab, click-clack, no kalām, big booty è ḥarām
Big money, so halal, street boy, Montana (Tana)
One-one Glock ti spara, one shot, in bara
Bad bitch mi ama, bad boy mi chiama (Ah, chiama, chiama)
Vite vite, chop chop, già l'ho mеsso in culo alla trap-trap
Tu l'hai messo in culo al tuo cap-cap
Dov'è la tua gang-gang? Vieni che ti faccio comе: "Clap, clap"
Non fanno entrare Baby Gang-Gang
Conto mila, facts-facts, scappo dalla pula come lag-lag
Faccio fuori tutti con la MAC-MAC
Tu ti senti Pac-Pac perché hai la bandana e sei black-black
Non vuol dire che ora sei 2Pac-Pac (Brr, pow, pow, pow)
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[Verse 3]
I-I still gotta take calculated risks (Alright)
Been six months, she's waitin' to fuck
I had to put gyal on a waitin' list
The paigons doin' up fan behaviour
My name don't stop comin' out of their lips (Uh-huh)
Why they love say that they're outside?
I swear that they're not comin' out of their cribs
These kids keep tryna get under my skin
I'm tryna get money and stay out the way, low-key
But I'm stuck in the public eye
Last year I was sat in a pub with white
This year I made more than enough from rhymes
Made more than enough, I can quit right now (Right now), huh
It's time that I put on the guys
Feels a bit weird when I put on my ice
Can't wait till the whole of the gang dem shine, hm
[Verse 4]
Big ting on my waist (Big one)
Come like I popped a Viagra (Uh)
You-you don't wanna fall, Niagara
The blue phone's hot, so we're talkin' patois (Sii, hm)
Came in like a rapture (Don't get capture), wa-wake up and smell the coffee
In deep where the water choppy
Chopper on me when I try go colly
Don't talk (Talk), just listen (Shh)
Bring it to your door, Jehovah witness
Bro, should've put a hole in his wiggin' (Bap)
I couldn't care less, the world keep spinnin'
Loose lips could've got man nicked (Dice, ala, mira, L)
Look, how many shops we missed, pissed (Pissed)
I took an L when I shot that vid'
The smell when I pop that zip, stinks (Red)
[Verse 5]
Si vamos a buscarte, tú verás un equipo de primera
Primera parte, con tu cabeza, goles a madera
Me gustaría verte y ver cómo tu grupo se altera
Verte y saber cómo era', un pastilla de los parguela'
Los yonqui' aparte y la L juega siempre primero
No comparte', loco, tú eres un embustero
Me gusta verte y verías como una voz te susurra
Ladras como una perra, boca habla, luego se cierra
[Verse 6]
Yo no tengo beef si llaman a otro diciendo que quieren arreglar
En prob—, en problemas Costa, pero me quieren, soy Neymar ('Ar)
Ti— tiran siempre a posta, pero si aprieto, pide el VAR (VAR)
Poli, que no investigue, que ahora quiero solo cantar
Yo-yo tell 'em Central Cee, "I'm the one got the party lit"
Su novia moviendo to' su key, me dice que le gusto, soy kid
No-no intente' ser así, yo te freno en el patín
Y luego en persona siente' el ki, empieza a decir que no e' pa ti
[Verse 7]
J'ai tout mis dans la crypto' (Fah), y a trop de chevaux fiscaux (Fah, fah)
Il m'faut le pied gauche à Robben et la droite de Klitschko (Splash)
Zéro, zéro police, dans mon entourage, y a zéro police
J'suis avec mes frères, des potos solides, pour tout racheter comme au Monopoly
On veut tout pour la familia, ici, nous, on connaît l'omerta
J'charbonne pendant qu'les commères parlent, on se couche toujours à l'heure où nos mères taffent
J'suis à 160, j'suis dans le GTD, j'vais pas vendre mon âme pour quelques CD
J'pull up à Londres pour marquer l'Europe avec une frappe à la Trezeguet (Ekip)
[Verse 8]
Sta-, statique Cali, ça cons' d'Italie jusqu'à Niarry-Tally (Han)
J'suis Koulibaly, t'es Adil Rami (Eh), très loin d'eux comme si j'habite Bali, pétasse
On mange pas d'rosette, allume le frozen, grosse arbalète, s/o au Z
Ra-, rap français, il a des MST, 20-22, que des crypto' et des NFT
Mé-, Métaverse, j'coffre des Decentraland, envoie la prod, elle s'fait descendre à Londres
Parle-moi cash pour parler dans ma langue, Insh'Allah, bientôt j'pull up au bled dans la Lamb'
L'instru' j'l'éclate à la batte, de l'effet j'en mets v'là à la balle
Il m'faut quatre fois l'salaire à Alaba, 2k22, ça pète comme à Jalalabad7Embed
[Verse 2]
I'm from Arab, click-clack, no kalām, big booty è ḥarām
Big money, so halal, street boy, Montana (Tana)
One-one Glock ti spara, one shot, in bara
Bad bitch mi ama, bad boy mi chiama (Ah, chiama, chiama)
Vite vite, chop chop, già l'ho mеsso in culo alla trap-trap
Tu l'hai messo in culo al tuo cap-cap
Dov'è la tua gang-gang? Vieni che ti faccio comе: "Clap, clap"
Non fanno entrare Baby Gang-Gang
Conto mila, facts-facts, scappo dalla pula come lag-lag
Faccio fuori tutti con la MAC-MAC
Tu ti senti Pac-Pac perché hai la bandana e sei black-black
Non vuol dire che ora sei 2Pac-Pac (Brr, pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 8]
Sta-, statique Cali, ça cons' d'Italie jusqu'à Niarry-Tally (Han)
J'suis Koulibaly, t'es Adil Rami (Eh), très loin d'eux comme si j'habite Bali, pétasse
On mange pas d'rosette, allume le frozen, grosse arbalète, s/o au Z
Ra-, rap français, il a des MST, 20-22, que des crypto' et des NFT
Mé-, Métaverse, j'coffre des Decentraland, envoie la prod, elle s'fait descendre à Londres
Parle-moi cash pour parler dans ma langue, Insh'Allah, bientôt j'pull up au bled dans la Lamb'
L'instru' j'l'éclate à la batte, de l'effet j'en mets v'là à la balle
Il m'faut quatre fois l'salaire à Alaba, 2k22, ça pète comme à Jalalabad | Eurovision | Central Cee |
[Intro]
Living my life as a lie
And the sun keeps falling down
Living my life as a lie
And the sun keeps falling down
(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
Put in the work for years for this, this ain't no coincidence
Back then when I weren't so lit, now I'm lit, they're pissed
[Chorus]
Bad B's, they curved the kid
Back then when I weren't so lit, now I'm lit, they're pissed
Told bro-bro that you gotta' take it slow
But he knows crime pays, so he won't go lidge'
Went three-for-three, now I'm six-for-six
Put in the work for years for this, this ain't no coincidence
I did have to take thеm trips
[Verse 1]
Shit, they're talkin' shit and it makes mе sick
I said, "Fuck school" and it made me rich
We did sell crack on an 80's ting
The jakes on us and they pray we slip
Said, "Fuck school" and I broke the law
Told little bro "gotta' stay in school"
Tellin' the kids this shit ain't cool, fuck, I'm so hypocritical
Fuck, I just missed a call
My bro's in the field, not volleying balls
Sold cocaine, and molly, and all
Told mumzy, "Don't worry at all"
Step in the bando, "Honey, I'm home"
The local fiends don't vouch
He won't get served, the cats unknown
I don't owe no-one, made money alone
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[Chorus]
Bad B's, they curved the kid
Back then when I weren't so lit, now I'm lit, they're pissed
Told bro-bro that you gotta' take it slow
But he knows crime pays, so he won't go lidge'
Went three-for-three, now I'm six-for-six
Put in the work for years for this, this ain't no coincidence
I did have to take them trips
[Verse 2]
Could've been in the bin if it weren't for the gloves that I had when I wrapped that rizz
That kid got nicked on an amateur ting
Gotta bank that cling, take precaution
If you knew the risks we took to get paid, you wouldn’t look at me the same
My bro got the wickedest aim
We’re bringing the blicky on stage
They're hating I'm really unfazed (Haha)
Don't test my patience
Half of the hood did show man love, it's bait that the rest are hating
Now I got gyal all around, still, my wild from the west my favourite
These cats are domesticated, jakes in the station investigating
[Chorus]
Bad B's, they curved the kid
Back then when I weren't so lit, now I'm lit, they're pissed
Told bro-bro that you gotta' take it slow
But he knows crime pays, so he won't go lidge'
Went three-for-three, now I'm six-for-six
Put in the work for years for this, this ain't no coincidence
I did have to take them trips
Bad B's, they curved the kid
Back then when I weren't so lit, now I'm lit, they're pissed
Told bro-bro that you gotta' take it slow
But he knows crime pays, so he won't go lidge'
Went three-for-three, now I'm six-for-six
Put in the work for years for this, this ain't no coincidence
I did have to take them trips12Embed
[Verse 1]
Shit, they're talkin' shit and it makes mе sick
I said, "Fuck school" and it made me rich
We did sell crack on an 80's ting
The jakes on us and they pray we slip
Said, "Fuck school" and I broke the law
Told little bro "gotta' stay in school"
Tellin' the kids this shit ain't cool, fuck, I'm so hypocritical
Fuck, I just missed a call
My bro's in the field, not volleying balls
Sold cocaine, and molly, and all
Told mumzy, "Don't worry at all"
Step in the bando, "Honey, I'm home"
The local fiends don't vouch
He won't get served, the cats unknown
I don't owe no-one, made money alone
[Chorus]
Bad B's, they curved the kid
Back then when I weren't so lit, now I'm lit, they're pissed
Told bro-bro that you gotta' take it slow
But he knows crime pays, so he won't go lidge'
Went three-for-three, now I'm six-for-six
Put in the work for years for this, this ain't no coincidence
I did have to take them trips
Bad B's, they curved the kid
Back then when I weren't so lit, now I'm lit, they're pissed
Told bro-bro that you gotta' take it slow
But he knows crime pays, so he won't go lidge'
Went three-for-three, now I'm six-for-six
Put in the work for years for this, this ain't no coincidence
I did have to take them trips | 6 for 6 | Central Cee |
[Intro]
When our children ask us how did we meet, I'm tellin' them, "Gen Z love"
"FYP love, IG love"
[Verse 1]
My crisis ain't from cost of living
I think 'bout death like, "God forbid it"
American Express got no limit
Career consists of lots of women
How can I convince you I'm not the villain?
Shit's dramatic like opera singin'
Down on one knee, I got a proposition
In the past I was not consistent
Out of these girls, you're top division
Can't downgrade and lower my standard
When I first saw you on the 'Gram, bae, I was in awe and showin' the mandem
Askin' advice, "How can I slide in there?"
Usin' words not my usual language
I clocked that you just came out of a breakup
Been on your social media ranting
Slid up and replied to your story, you ain't responded, I wanna unsend it
Got me stalkin' your Facebook page and preeing your friends list
Saw that you followed a fellow acquaintance
You ain't even mine, yet I'm feelin' envious
Promiscuous chick make me wanna risk it, I like how you're real uncensored
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[Chorus]
When our children ask us how did we meet
I'm tellin' them, "Gen Z love, FYP love, IG love"
Saw her on the Explore Page, like, I need to explore deeper
Suggested accounts said that we got mutuals
But you don't fuck with them, me neither
When I'm with you, I get baby fever
I met your mum on the FYP
We're young and our love's Gen Z
Mum said that it ain't gon' last
I'm tellin' her, "We gon' see"
They say our relationship is childish
You're my baby, so I agree
Started with an IG like
Now you're down to ride, just like a G
[Verse 2]
If it weren't for the algorithm, I wouldn't have found my woman
We're messin' around and act like kids, give me a nostalgic feelin'
Took you on all of them trips, now you got my accountant trippin'
Sent you a thousand roses, not like you're local, a thousand miles I've driven
You ain't even gave me the ick yet, I ain't even seen red flags yet
Get mad and you call me a dickhead, got me addicted, feel like a crackhead
Passenger seat just givin' me side-eye, it's giving main-character syndrome
You ain't gotta connect to the Wi-Fi, let's just talk and put down the iPhone
She liked my post, I liked her post
Love at first sight, love at first scroll
I ain't perfect, I'm tryna learn though
I hope it's worth it when we turn old
Still recoverin', I'm not okay
So I'm paranoid that she won't stay
I might catch a whine, this ain't Soul Train
I'm afraid this ain't like the old days
[Chorus]
When our children ask us how did we meet
I'm tellin' them, "Gen Z love, FYP love, IG love"
Saw her on the Explore Page, like, I need to explore deeper
Suggested accounts said that we got mutuals
But you don't fuck with them, me neither
When I'm with you, I get baby fever
I met your mum on the FYP
We're young and our love's Gen Z
Mum said that it ain't gon' last
I'm tellin' her, "We gon' see"
They say our relationship is childish
You're my baby, so I agree
Started with an IG like
Now you're down to ride, just like a G3Embed
[Verse 1]
My crisis ain't from cost of living
I think 'bout death like, "God forbid it"
American Express got no limit
Career consists of lots of women
How can I convince you I'm not the villain?
Shit's dramatic like opera singin'
Down on one knee, I got a proposition
In the past I was not consistent
Out of these girls, you're top division
Can't downgrade and lower my standard
When I first saw you on the 'Gram, bae, I was in awe and showin' the mandem
Askin' advice, "How can I slide in there?"
Usin' words not my usual language
I clocked that you just came out of a breakup
Been on your social media ranting
Slid up and replied to your story, you ain't responded, I wanna unsend it
Got me stalkin' your Facebook page and preeing your friends list
Saw that you followed a fellow acquaintance
You ain't even mine, yet I'm feelin' envious
Promiscuous chick make me wanna risk it, I like how you're real uncensored | Gen Z Luv | Central Cee |
[Intro]
Yo, come on, Mitch, you know I gotta go
Bring your motherfuckin'—
[Chorus]
If it weren’t the UK, would've had a AK-47 with a hundred rounds
Red carpet in my trackie and Air Max, they want a boy with a London style
We ain't got generational wealth, got a couple of mill’ for my unborn child
If I pay a man a hundred thousand pound, I can get man bun right in front of a crowd, uh
That's GBP, the price go up if it's USD
Better watch your words, I'll get you X'd 'bout the shit you tweet (On God)
I told lil' bro if it's personal, he better jump out and do it on feet
We got somethin’ in common with scuba divers, why? ’Cause the guys in deep
[Verse 1]
If it weren't the UK, would’ve had an AK, gang outside with a samurai sword
Nike Tech fleece with the Air Force 1, my ski mask on, but we don't snowboard
Go on a glide, leave your phone at home, what's wrong with these guys? They go and record
So distraught, we was broke as hell, well, until we broke the law
If I lived in Harlem, I would've been Mitch, them man would’ve been like Ace and snitched
If it was Oakland, I would've been a pimp
If it was 1930, North Carolina, I would've been Frank with the mink
If the opps got nominated for the BRITs, would've went to the ceremony with sticks
And the G17 would've came with a switch
[Chorus]
If it weren't the UK, would've had a AK-47 with a hundred rounds
Red carpet in my trackie and Air Max, they want a boy with a London style
We ain't got generational wealth, got a couple of mill' for my unborn child
If I pay man a hundred thousand pound, I can get man bun right in front of a crowd, uh (Pussy)
That's GBP, the price go up if it's USD (21)
Better watch your words, I'll get you X'd 'bout the shit you tweet (On God)
I told lil' bro if it's personal, he better jump out and do it on feet (21)
We got somethin' in common with scuba divers, why? 'Cause the guys in deep
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[Verse 2]
Latex gloves, I'm on a drill, watch 'em fall, Jack and Jill
Up on the opps, seven to nil, Premier League, I'm in the field
Two things that you'll never see is me run from an opp or a bitch in my will
Got day ones, and I'm with them still, fightin' demons, swallowin' pills
I still want a deal with Nike (On God)
I can't get caught on no Ring, so I'm inside-outtin' the shiesty (Straight up)
We go through the front door 'cause they gon' tell when that back door shit get spicy (Rats)
Internet beef, if I catch you in traffic, the fuck you gon' do, nigga, type me? (Pussy)
I put this on God, I hit the bitch once, she already tryna be wifey (Damn)
I'm from the street and I got opps, I don't got time to go sightsee (Damn)
Wake me up with head, put this in your purse and shut the fuck up if you like me (21)
I'll fill up your closet with Birkins, buy you a wagon, and make sure you icy (Alright)
[Chorus]
Alright, if it weren't the UK, would've had an AK-47 with a hundred rounds
Red carpet in my trackie and Air Max, they want a boy with a London style
We ain't got generational wealth, got a couple of mill' for my unborn child
If I pay a man a hundred thousand pound, I can get man bun right in front of a crowd, uh (Pussy)
That's GBP, the price go up if it's USD (21)
Better watch your words, I'll get you X'd 'bout the shit you tweet (On God)
I told lil' bro if it's personal, he better jump out and do it on feet (21)
We got somethin' in common with scuba divers, why? 'Cause the guys in deep2Embed
[Chorus]
If it weren't the UK, would've had a AK-47 with a hundred rounds
Red carpet in my trackie and Air Max, they want a boy with a London style
We ain't got generational wealth, got a couple of mill' for my unborn child
If I pay man a hundred thousand pound, I can get man bun right in front of a crowd, uh (Pussy)
That's GBP, the price go up if it's USD (21)
Better watch your words, I'll get you X'd 'bout the shit you tweet (On God)
I told lil' bro if it's personal, he better jump out and do it on feet (21)
We got somethin' in common with scuba divers, why? 'Cause the guys in deep
[Chorus]
Alright, if it weren't the UK, would've had an AK-47 with a hundred rounds
Red carpet in my trackie and Air Max, they want a boy with a London style
We ain't got generational wealth, got a couple of mill' for my unborn child
If I pay a man a hundred thousand pound, I can get man bun right in front of a crowd, uh (Pussy)
That's GBP, the price go up if it's USD (21)
Better watch your words, I'll get you X'd 'bout the shit you tweet (On God)
I told lil' bro if it's personal, he better jump out and do it on feet (21)
We got somethin' in common with scuba divers, why? 'Cause the guys in deep | GBP | Central Cee |
[Chorus]
So now we're strangers
Darlin', I hate this
I need to see your face
Say you need space
But I'm all over the place
How did we fall from grace?
And I've made my mistakes
That's why you hate my bones
I still hope you find your way
Find your way back home
[Verse]
I could still drive all the way to yours with no sat nav of course
I can still recite your number off by heart
You can leave, but we can't erase the memories
I'm preein' what's ahead of me, and tryna leave the bullshit in the past
My secrets in the dark, don't bring it to the light
Hold it down till the end, I'll pay a substantial price
It's lonely at the top, everybody scared of heights
I know one day I'ma drop, I talk to God and try and bribe
Every time I'm openin' my mouth, it's like a poem
Broke my baby's heart, and now she partyin' and hoein'
If I had a pound for every time I made her cry
Over couple years, then I could probably buy a Boeing
Paint a perfect picture of myself, it was a lie
She put my business on the net and now my true colours showin'
Say your skin's breakin' out because I cause you stress
Then you left, you're lookin' sexier than ever and you're glowin'
Every excuse I could've thought of, girl, I said it
I used up all my chances, and you give up on me now
Anyhow, these guys stop when you're about and try a ting
Are you movin' on already? Would you give your number out?
I said if it ain't you, then I don't want nobody else
I had you and I ended up with many other girls
Try and reassure you're special, I bought plenty of Chanel
Chased money and succeeded, but with love, I kind of failed
Try and buy your love, but you always knew your worth
I admire you're mature, you're probably right, I'll never learn
When you met me, I had issues with my trust, you were concerned
You try and help me heal, but ended up the one that's hurt
Said you joined the run club, tryna get petite
8 in the mornin' and you're joggin' 'round in Heath
We're textin' here and there, but never bare, it's always brief
In your Lululemon and you're drinkin' Blank Street
Without soundin' big-headed, girls would die for your position
Mentally and physically, you're one in a million
Should've showed you off more, never keep you hidden
I ain't tryna push, I let you stand on your decision
I got nothin' left to say, bae, I'm tongue-tied
Smilin' for the fans when I'm in the public eye
But I'm feelin' sad, and I'm really numb inside
You came, and then you left, it feel like conquer and divide, mm
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[Outro]
Send me a sign
I miss you all of the time
You're meant to be mine
I miss you all of the time
It was just the other day, they saw me as a saint
Now they think that I betrayed you and it turned me to a villainEmbed
[Verse]
I could still drive all the way to yours with no sat nav of course
I can still recite your number off by heart
You can leave, but we can't erase the memories
I'm preein' what's ahead of me, and tryna leave the bullshit in the past
My secrets in the dark, don't bring it to the light
Hold it down till the end, I'll pay a substantial price
It's lonely at the top, everybody scared of heights
I know one day I'ma drop, I talk to God and try and bribe
Every time I'm openin' my mouth, it's like a poem
Broke my baby's heart, and now she partyin' and hoein'
If I had a pound for every time I made her cry
Over couple years, then I could probably buy a Boeing
Paint a perfect picture of myself, it was a lie
She put my business on the net and now my true colours showin'
Say your skin's breakin' out because I cause you stress
Then you left, you're lookin' sexier than ever and you're glowin'
Every excuse I could've thought of, girl, I said it
I used up all my chances, and you give up on me now
Anyhow, these guys stop when you're about and try a ting
Are you movin' on already? Would you give your number out?
I said if it ain't you, then I don't want nobody else
I had you and I ended up with many other girls
Try and reassure you're special, I bought plenty of Chanel
Chased money and succeeded, but with love, I kind of failed
Try and buy your love, but you always knew your worth
I admire you're mature, you're probably right, I'll never learn
When you met me, I had issues with my trust, you were concerned
You try and help me heal, but ended up the one that's hurt
Said you joined the run club, tryna get petite
8 in the mornin' and you're joggin' 'round in Heath
We're textin' here and there, but never bare, it's always brief
In your Lululemon and you're drinkin' Blank Street
Without soundin' big-headed, girls would die for your position
Mentally and physically, you're one in a million
Should've showed you off more, never keep you hidden
I ain't tryna push, I let you stand on your decision
I got nothin' left to say, bae, I'm tongue-tied
Smilin' for the fans when I'm in the public eye
But I'm feelin' sad, and I'm really numb inside
You came, and then you left, it feel like conquer and divide, mm
[Outro]
Send me a sign
I miss you all of the time
You're meant to be mine
I miss you all of the time
It was just the other day, they saw me as a saint
Now they think that I betrayed you and it turned me to a villain | Now We’re Strangers | Central Cee |
[Chorus]
Without your love, feelin' suicidal, but I keep my head up
Without the pounds, couldn't count on you, that's why I need my bread up
I told everyone I cut her out, I can't be seen with her
She say I'm a slut, don't give a fuck, I agree with her
Travel 'round the world, and you're the only one that's on my mind
Make me wanna come back home right now, commit a homicide
Treat you like the other side, treat you like you're not my wife
Fuck you like a slut, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the other night
[Verse 1]
There's truth in the lies
You didn't even seem to care when I blew through a five
I took you shoppin', you was coppin' them shoes in your size
I kept it real with you because I thought you wouldn't mind
Baby, if I knew you'd act like that, I would save you the stress
I don't wanna see you mad like that, but you make me regret
I'm takin' back all what I said, let me pay my respect
Unpress the button, let's restart to the day that we met
[Chorus]
Without your love, feelin' suicidal, but I keep my head up
Without the pounds, couldn't count on you, that's why I need my bread up
I told everyone I cut her out, I can't be seen with her
She say I'm a slut, don't give a fuck, I agree with her
Travel 'round the world, and you're the only one that's on my mind
Make me wanna come back home right now, commit a homicide
Treat you like the other side, treat you like you're not my wife
Fuck you like a slut, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the other night (Durkio)
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[Verse 2]
Show me love, I know what it was, I gotta reassure (Yeah, yeah)
Tried to geek her up to take some drugs, she like to keep it pure (Oh)
We can't speak on what we did in Vegas, gotta leave it here
Said her titties small, but one surgery make 'em reappear (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm sick and tired of love songs, I flood her out with diamonds
Leave Chanel with hoods on, I like to shop in private
Palm Jumeirah trip, I'm in Dubai, I'm on an island
You get what you want if you just take care of assignments (Oh)
Hold me back, baby, hold me back, baby (Hold me back)
I'm a savage, I'm a 'Raq baby
I'm just goin' to get this money, I'll be back, baby
Put that pussy on me, wonder why I act crazy (Woah, woah, woah)
My bank account got me dodgin' all the sack chasers (Got me dodgin', got me dodgin')
They just tryna fall in love with me
I be runnin' from the bitches who be lyin' on me
Actin' like they in the club with me
[Chorus]
Without your love, feelin' suicidal, but I keep my head up
Without the pounds, couldn't count on you, that's why I need my bread up
I told everyone I cut her out, I can't be seen with her
She say I'm a slut, don't give a fuck, I agree with her
Travel 'round the world, and you're the only one that's on my mind
Make me wanna come back home right now, commit a homicide
Treat you like the other side, treat you like you're not my wife
Fuck you like a slut, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the other night4Embed
[Chorus]
Without your love, feelin' suicidal, but I keep my head up
Without the pounds, couldn't count on you, that's why I need my bread up
I told everyone I cut her out, I can't be seen with her
She say I'm a slut, don't give a fuck, I agree with her
Travel 'round the world, and you're the only one that's on my mind
Make me wanna come back home right now, commit a homicide
Treat you like the other side, treat you like you're not my wife
Fuck you like a slut, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the other night (Durkio) | Truth In The Lies | Central Cee |
[Intro]
(Yo, 3lack, what the hell man?)
I don't say much, but I hear everything that is said
It don't go over my head
Success is the best revenge, no stress, I still ain't missed, huh
We could've gone 'round there, put it on social media, ruined his cred
Could've grabbed the xabad put two in his head, but I let God do it instead
[Chorus]
They've done man wrong, where are they now?
Nowhere to be seen (Where they at?)
Thе power's strong, where am I now?
I been in thе charts for eighteen weeks
My bro stay knockin' man out, make man tap out
But he stay on his deen like Khabib
Bro, I know it's long time no see, but I'm here whenever you need
[Verse 1]
Sat in the bando watchin' Snap weren't good for my mental health
The things that I see on a daily basis be on the Daily Mail (For real)
Why the hell would I dwell on the past when I make profit off the pain I felt? (Pain)
How the fuck these guys gonna date these girls when they can't even pay for themselves? (How?)
Few of these females left me on read back then, but look now, I bet they regret it
They used to ask what I do for a living, I said that I work in a chemist (Trap)
I had no money, I weren't embarrassed
I'm doin' up road in my Toyota Yaris (Trap)
See squalay tryna cut through traffic
Rule number one, don't panic (Rule number one)
I know they hate that they can't ignore me, I'm all over London Town, huh
It's funny to think that I went OT when I was sixteen for a hundred pound
I get gyal easy, you know
True, LYM we don't run them down
I couldn't care less what they say on the blogs as long as my mumsy proud (Exactly that)
I keep on tellin' the young bulls "Grind, don't quit, cah it's all about timin'"
Bro's on a ped with a brick on him, and he's tryna blend in, so he's wearin' a hi-vis
Always tryna get the party tun't, that's how I got nicked at Wireless (Alright)
I told lil' bro when I stepped outta cells "It's calm, one day I'll headline it" (Uh)
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[Chorus]
They've done man wrong, where are they now?
Nowhere to be seen (Where they at?)
The power's strong, where am I now?
I been in the charts for eighteen weeks
My bro stay knockin' man out, make man tap out
But he stay on his deen like Khabib
Bro, I know it's long time no see, but I'm here whenever you need
[Verse 2]
Put my life on the line to see bro elevate
Some times I feel like I'm way too generous
Step on the gas one time, accelerate (Uh-huh)
I need the same timepiece as Federer's
First flight that I took was a EasyJet, now it's DXB, I'm on Emirates
Live Your Movie, I say it with emphasis, but the flow too effortless
I'm wary, gotta stay on my pivot (Stay on it)
Remindin' myself it's business
Gotta stay out my feelings
Still gotta weigh up my options (Options)
I met a lot of these rappers (And?)
And we ain't got nothin' in common (Alright)
Tryna ship out the bud from Cali
Everyone got bud from Holland
The week that I dropped my tape Wild West
I painted my city orange
I see a lot of videos look like mine
I don't even mind, just pay me homage
Stuck in the trenches, skin go pale
I been in LA, now my skin look olive
I told little bro "Gotta stay in school"
I'm a bad example, I didn't go college
I listen a lot, but I don't speak much
I kept it brief, she think that I'm shy
She's down for the cause, I told her I'm done
She said she want more, I brang in my guy
I was dead broke, I had no hope
I sat and I thought 'bout endin' my life
I was down bad and they asked how I am
I got up like a man and I said "I'm alright"
I got on my grind, didn't make excuses
Stayed in the trap, got hot, got humid
The hood just full up of drug consumers, so we abuse it
If I don't do it, then someone gon' do it
Trusted the man and he done me like Judas
Bare opportunist, no opportunity
Trusting the government, but they all clueless
[Outro]
So, I wanna say Alhamdulillah
God give me everything (God give me everything)
Alhamdulillah
I know you guys, this, you don't like this
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)6Embed
[Verse 1]
Sat in the bando watchin' Snap weren't good for my mental health
The things that I see on a daily basis be on the Daily Mail (For real)
Why the hell would I dwell on the past when I make profit off the pain I felt? (Pain)
How the fuck these guys gonna date these girls when they can't even pay for themselves? (How?)
Few of these females left me on read back then, but look now, I bet they regret it
They used to ask what I do for a living, I said that I work in a chemist (Trap)
I had no money, I weren't embarrassed
I'm doin' up road in my Toyota Yaris (Trap)
See squalay tryna cut through traffic
Rule number one, don't panic (Rule number one)
I know they hate that they can't ignore me, I'm all over London Town, huh
It's funny to think that I went OT when I was sixteen for a hundred pound
I get gyal easy, you know
True, LYM we don't run them down
I couldn't care less what they say on the blogs as long as my mumsy proud (Exactly that)
I keep on tellin' the young bulls "Grind, don't quit, cah it's all about timin'"
Bro's on a ped with a brick on him, and he's tryna blend in, so he's wearin' a hi-vis
Always tryna get the party tun't, that's how I got nicked at Wireless (Alright)
I told lil' bro when I stepped outta cells "It's calm, one day I'll headline it" (Uh)
[Outro]
So, I wanna say Alhamdulillah
God give me everything (God give me everything)
Alhamdulillah
I know you guys, this, you don't like this
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah) | Khabib | Central Cee |
[Verse]
They think I'm the one that can bridge the gap, huh
I came to LA to work, but first, where the bitches at?
They're tellin' me Tao or The Highlight Room
If you wanna go through, you gotta bring the strap (Okay)
No way could I trust these hoes, I'm takin' their phone if we bring them back
I don't wanna get done, like, nah (Come on)
They don't understand, I'm givin' them U.K. slang
My brudda, my fam', my akh
You say "The feds just done a sweep"
We say, "The boy dem run in my gaff"
You say "On God, no cap"
We say "Swear on your life, don't gass"
You say "Spin the block"
We say "Jump out and slide and crash"
You call it "machine," we call it a "mash"
Strip club and they're shakin' ass
But in my words, they're shakin' nyash
We don't trap in abandoned buildings
Shots get hit out of vacant flats
In other words, "apartments," hidden compartments get detached
Free all the members that got bagged
You say "What's up?," we say, "Wagwan"
Got shotguns from a farm
We don't eat pork, we say it's Haram
You call her "shawty," we call her "jawn"
Sexy gyal and we call them "leng"
Back then, we would call them "peng"
Bare words that we got for guns
Like "waps" and "skengs"
You call them "Js", we call them "cats"
There's not much crystal meth
My hoods got junkies hooked on crack
Flick knives, we call them "nanks"
Zombie killers, we call them "ZKs"
Rambo knife by the name of "Ramz"
We say "cash," "Ps," "racks," "Gs"
We don't really call them "bands"
In L.A, it's Escalades
In the ends, it's Mercedes Vans
Watch my back, I'm paranoid
That's what I mean when I say that I'm prang
Clench my fist and I fist bump man
Anti-social, I don't shake much hands, huh
Well, it depends
You say "the trenches", we say "the ends"
You say "y'all", we say "you lot"
You say "restroom", we say "toilet"
We do have guns, but they might be
So man pull it apart and oil it
If a man violate, say a man boyed it
Live Yours ain't a gang, can't join it
We both whip crack the same
We fill up the Pyrex pot and boil it
In London, I'm verified
In N.Y, I'm valid
Twelve hours away, I'm M.I.A, I can pull up on DJ Khaled
It's only an hour away from the ends, that's why I spend time in Paris
If I pull up on Saturday Night, I ain't come here to talk, this ain't Jimmy Fallon (Ah, yeah)
I just pulled up with a chick bro said that he hit, I'm a bit embarrassed, huh
All she's gettin' is dick and Chick-Fil-A, we ain't eatin' salmon
I might hit one time and vanish, I got unlimited funds on the Amex
One day, I'm on the block in London, next day, I'm chillin' in the sun on a hammock, huh
Controversy sells
I said, "How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay" and it flew off the shelf
Thinkin', "Should I go with a label or stay independent and do it myself?"
Sat down with the boss and said I ain't signed, but, bro, I ain't new to deals, uh
Stood outside of the night club, try make the trap line kick like Flight Club
All of my drip from Rodeo Drive, ain't none of this shit from China, huh
I don't want Nobu, I need me a yard food, so I'm in Inglewood
Darg dem—
My darg dem serve like Wimbledon
My darg dem smart like Beethoven
I'm from where the JackBoys active
Fam, don't sleep with your window open
Hoes gon' line man up and get a commission
Back shot give a gyal whiplash
Hit that, impact like a collision
I don't care if I'm givin' the lo'
Tell Rubi Rose that I'm in the Edition
(Okay)
(That boy, man, West London is in here, man, Central Cee)
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[Verse]
They think I'm the one that can bridge the gap, huh
I came to LA to work, but first, where the bitches at?
They're tellin' me Tao or The Highlight Room
If you wanna go through, you gotta bring the strap (Okay)
No way could I trust these hoes, I'm takin' their phone if we bring them back
I don't wanna get done, like, nah (Come on)
They don't understand, I'm givin' them U.K. slang
My brudda, my fam', my akh
You say "The feds just done a sweep"
We say, "The boy dem run in my gaff"
You say "On God, no cap"
We say "Swear on your life, don't gass"
You say "Spin the block"
We say "Jump out and slide and crash"
You call it "machine," we call it a "mash"
Strip club and they're shakin' ass
But in my words, they're shakin' nyash
We don't trap in abandoned buildings
Shots get hit out of vacant flats
In other words, "apartments," hidden compartments get detached
Free all the members that got bagged
You say "What's up?," we say, "Wagwan"
Got shotguns from a farm
We don't eat pork, we say it's Haram
You call her "shawty," we call her "jawn"
Sexy gyal and we call them "leng"
Back then, we would call them "peng"
Bare words that we got for guns
Like "waps" and "skengs"
You call them "Js", we call them "cats"
There's not much crystal meth
My hoods got junkies hooked on crack
Flick knives, we call them "nanks"
Zombie killers, we call them "ZKs"
Rambo knife by the name of "Ramz"
We say "cash," "Ps," "racks," "Gs"
We don't really call them "bands"
In L.A, it's Escalades
In the ends, it's Mercedes Vans
Watch my back, I'm paranoid
That's what I mean when I say that I'm prang
Clench my fist and I fist bump man
Anti-social, I don't shake much hands, huh
Well, it depends
You say "the trenches", we say "the ends"
You say "y'all", we say "you lot"
You say "restroom", we say "toilet"
We do have guns, but they might be
So man pull it apart and oil it
If a man violate, say a man boyed it
Live Yours ain't a gang, can't join it
We both whip crack the same
We fill up the Pyrex pot and boil it
In London, I'm verified
In N.Y, I'm valid
Twelve hours away, I'm M.I.A, I can pull up on DJ Khaled
It's only an hour away from the ends, that's why I spend time in Paris
If I pull up on Saturday Night, I ain't come here to talk, this ain't Jimmy Fallon (Ah, yeah)
I just pulled up with a chick bro said that he hit, I'm a bit embarrassed, huh
All she's gettin' is dick and Chick-Fil-A, we ain't eatin' salmon
I might hit one time and vanish, I got unlimited funds on the Amex
One day, I'm on the block in London, next day, I'm chillin' in the sun on a hammock, huh
Controversy sells
I said, "How can I be homophobic? My bitch is gay" and it flew off the shelf
Thinkin', "Should I go with a label or stay independent and do it myself?"
Sat down with the boss and said I ain't signed, but, bro, I ain't new to deals, uh
Stood outside of the night club, try make the trap line kick like Flight Club
All of my drip from Rodeo Drive, ain't none of this shit from China, huh
I don't want Nobu, I need me a yard food, so I'm in Inglewood
Darg dem—
My darg dem serve like Wimbledon
My darg dem smart like Beethoven
I'm from where the JackBoys active
Fam, don't sleep with your window open
Hoes gon' line man up and get a commission
Back shot give a gyal whiplash
Hit that, impact like a collision
I don't care if I'm givin' the lo'
Tell Rubi Rose that I'm in the Edition
(Okay)
(That boy, man, West London is in here, man, Central Cee)
(Touchin' LA Leakers, baby) | LA Leakers Freestyle | Central Cee |
[Chorus]
Slow down with the greatness, gotta take time
Poles out on a bait ting on a date night
They try imitate mine, that's a hate crime
Bro’s in the can throwin' hands, that's a cage fight
Big crib and the gate’s high, got the K9
ZK knife sit right at the waistline
Heard through the grapevine, it don't make wine
They hope and they pray I don't stay high
I changed when I got famous, I'll explain it
My fam hatin', they say that I got favourites
Paid, but I got payments upon payments
I'm in pain, but I'm not blamin', I’m just sayin’
And my bro's bloodthirsty, he’s got cravings
If he lean out the window, he's not aimin'
'Member hearin’ a door knock and it's bailiffs
Now it's acres, I ain't even got neighbours (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Forty thousand square feet off of this pain
Look at me, I got heart acres
He don't know what heartache is
I can't ask no one for a teaspoon of sugar, it's tough, got no neighbours
My uncles had no papers
We sold sweets in school, made sense that the mandem grew up and sold flavours
Wanted a million so much, went to the perfume store, bought Paco Rabanne
TSG had me in the back of the van and prang
Wanna book a flight, Japan
I'm on the private jet and the pilot's tellin' me jokes, sellin' me land
I'm drivin' on a ban, true say, I got disqualifications
Askin' God, why bless me? I'm a sinner, why bless me when I've sinned?
I don't care if the next man lose, I just wanna see us man win
Business class is free, so my mum takes every snack and every drink
For the times that we struggled and we never had
I get on my—, I'm tellin' 'em
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[Chorus]
Slow down with the greatness, gotta take time
Poles out on a bait ting on a date night
They try imitate mine, that's a hate crime
Bro's in the can throwin' hands, that's a cage fight
Big crib and the gate's high, got the K9
ZK knife sit right at the waistline
Heard through the grapevine, it don't make wine
They hope and they pray I don't stay high
I changed when I got famous, I'll explain it
My fam hatin', they say that I got favourites
Paid, but I got payments upon payments
I'm in pain, but I'm not blamin', I'm just sayin'
And my bro's bloodthirsty, he's got cravings
If he lean out the window, he's not aimin'
'Member hearin' a door knock and it's bailiffs
Now it's acres, I ain't even got neighbours
[Verse 2]
You know that you're rich when you get a new crib
But it don't have a number, shit's got a name
My white ting said she only listen to house
But she listen to rap if it's Cench or Dave
Twenty-five and I'm sittin' on twenty-five M
Mummy ain't gotta stress, now the rent get paid
And they wonder why they ain't gettin' blessed same way
'Cause they ain't on takin' the risk that we—
Practice makes perfect, and I'm scratchin' the surface, expandin'
I was sofa surfin', no mattress
And I slept in the trap, smelled like cat piss
Now I'm with a Scarlett Johansson
A-list actress said I'm so handsome
When I wanted a 'fit, I would go Camden
Now it's Rodeo Drive, let's go Lanvin
Nobody else from London's gone Hollywood, just Cee or the boy Damson
Twenty bags for the sofa and one lamp
And I got marble floors, I ain't got damp any more
Tom Ford fragrance well pampered
And my passport full, so they can't stamp it
In Dubai and I'm stayin' in Atlantis
I ain't snapped it once 'cause I'm not gassed
I'm front row at the fashion show, tryna see which model that I wanna fuck next
She watchin' her weight 'cause she doin' campaigns
Tell her, "Ride this dick", she ain't done enough steps
I see those guys from other side
On a keto diet, 'cause they don't get bread
Money don't buy happiness 'cause I'm upset
The more money that you get, make you give a fuck less
[Outro]
Slow down with the greatness
Gotta take time
Poles out on a bait ting on a date night
They try imitate mine, that's a hate crime
Bro's in the can throwin' hands, that's a cage fight
Big crib and the gate's high, got the K9
ZK knife sit right at the waistline
Heard through the grapevine, it don't make wineEmbed
[Verse 1]
Forty thousand square feet off of this pain
Look at me, I got heart acres
He don't know what heartache is
I can't ask no one for a teaspoon of sugar, it's tough, got no neighbours
My uncles had no papers
We sold sweets in school, made sense that the mandem grew up and sold flavours
Wanted a million so much, went to the perfume store, bought Paco Rabanne
TSG had me in the back of the van and prang
Wanna book a flight, Japan
I'm on the private jet and the pilot's tellin' me jokes, sellin' me land
I'm drivin' on a ban, true say, I got disqualifications
Askin' God, why bless me? I'm a sinner, why bless me when I've sinned?
I don't care if the next man lose, I just wanna see us man win
Business class is free, so my mum takes every snack and every drink
For the times that we struggled and we never had
I get on my—, I'm tellin' 'em
[Outro]
Slow down with the greatness
Gotta take time
Poles out on a bait ting on a date night
They try imitate mine, that's a hate crime
Bro's in the can throwin' hands, that's a cage fight
Big crib and the gate's high, got the K9
ZK knife sit right at the waistline
Heard through the grapevine, it don't make wine | CRG | Central Cee |
[Part I]
[Intro]
Strip it back, huh
(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
[Verse]
Aight, look, my flow's unmatched
I talk to myself on my own, I'm tapped
Columbus the way I took over the map
Composure, women lose that around man
My accountant's monthly fee's a grand
They don't wanna see me and Ybeeez expand
I got a— got a strategic plan
I'm a big man now, gotta feed the fam
Serious, nah, it's not a joke
Live Yours not a gang, it's more like a cult
Big-boy Ranges, Vogue, not Evoque
White G-Wagen, I ride like the Pope
Girls stressed that they can't get a hold of me no more
GRM nomination, I got four awards
Ten-point lead, my team got the scoreboard
Cench, he a warlord, only want more gore
I don't know many that done it like man
MDMA same colour as man
Bare blue ticks in my DM requests
Got bare bad B's that I ain't hollered back
I've fucked famous tings that I've wanked over
I bust that nut into existence
If I get a feeling that you're fugazi
I'm trustin' my gut and my instinct
True colours show when they see a man blow
They switch, what the fuck was I thinkin'?
For the love of my siblings
Man, I gotta double my income, better yet, triple it
Wobble it, wiggle it, swallowin', dribblin'
Jobless, IG modellin'
I saw you commentin', squabblin', I don't do politics
I heard your tape, it don't sound too promisin'
Need me a— need me a crib same road as Abramovich
Undies right on my arse, I ain't panickin'
Stand up tall for my rights, I'm an activist
Pen game come like 45 calibre
Stress, I'll manage it, strong mentality
Almost fell off and lost my sanity
Course I'm plannin' it, causin' an anarchy
Psycho, hangin' him, put him in a gallery
I got label execs tryna sway me
I'm tryna fuck on the A&R lady
M's on the paper, can't persuade me
I got a blueprint similar to JAY-Z
I'm matchin' the car with the Rollie
I've got the same pattern as Pastor Tobi, huh
R.I.P. Marcus Garvey, the Babylon can't control me, nah
Remain— Remainin' calm through the madness
Flex, then a man get jacked, no Cactus
Mixtape dropped, but it's more like chapter
My shooter in the 6 is sort of like a Raptor
I don't know why you thought that you could hack this
Send a man up to the north of the atlas
I was manifestin' a kilo, I'm breakin' the law with the law of attraction
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[Part II]
[Intro]
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
[Verse]
These rappers never been paid, they get a lil' famous, spend all their bands
They spend their whole fuckin' advance, these rubbed-out stars keep fuckin' their fans, huh
It's a bit different for me, if I had it my way, my bae wouldn't know me
But no matter what country I'm in, the females there all know who I am
My gang's not a play-play ting, it's a serious type of organisation
We need the type of wealth that'll stay in the world for a few generations
They're doing whatever just to go viral, some internet-sensation rappers
Big men on the 'net just bitchin', I swear that they're agin' backwards
I just got the pendant full of baguettes, I feel like Frank when he put on the mink
They're plottin', I'm not surprised, I've been broke too, I know how they think
You inherited dough, we inherited debt, so I gotta catch up, I'm behind on the rent
What you know about takin' risks? Had my last five bags and declined an M
A lot of man came and went, I might do the same, get out of here sooner
Fake my death like 2Pac, move out the fam to a crib in Cuba
They wanna see a man go out like Biggie, but I ain't ready to die
They're saying that time is money, I got some money, ain't got any time
Don't be a fuckin' fool and put your family's life in jeopardy
They ain't makin' it out of the hood, it ain't hard to find my enemies, huh
I gotta watch what I say these days, it's long now I'm a celebrity
I don't wanna chit-chat, If it ain't about money, please don't message me
My ting clear, uh, look in my rear and I don't see a single soul
Should've seen what we did with snow, had London like we was in North Pole, uh
Done with these Insta hoes, uh, tryna get the kid exposed, uh
Didn't wanna link me, though, when the bag weren't there and the whip was old
Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh
Tour life out of the country, truth be told, I ain't missin' home
Told the kids to stay in school, they ain't hearin' that, they just hit the roads
Pavin' the way for the mandem, I come back down to uplift my bros
'Fore I leave my guys, I'll slit my throat
Nah, can't mix pleasure with business, but this A&R lady's fire
Gotta keep this one quiet, gotta deny it, she might get fired
As long as your pussy's tight, I don't care who you fucked on prior
Chasin' bags, not bitches, which is the reason that my eyes look tired
We get paid to go to the club, the fuck? You think that we're there for fun?
You know that you're in for some serious head when she puts her hair in a bun
I can't look at them man the same, I've seen them lie and swear on their mums
Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3K on Air Force 1s
Me and Wadz were sharing clothes, new J's just dropped, got two pairs each
Two-bed flat and it's just for me, got a room for bro whenever he needs
What d'you mean, "Breathe, breathe"? Don't tell me to breathe
Bae, be yourself with me, what d'you mean it's only me? Don't sell me a dream7Embed
[Verse]
Aight, look, my flow's unmatched
I talk to myself on my own, I'm tapped
Columbus the way I took over the map
Composure, women lose that around man
My accountant's monthly fee's a grand
They don't wanna see me and Ybeeez expand
I got a— got a strategic plan
I'm a big man now, gotta feed the fam
Serious, nah, it's not a joke
Live Yours not a gang, it's more like a cult
Big-boy Ranges, Vogue, not Evoque
White G-Wagen, I ride like the Pope
Girls stressed that they can't get a hold of me no more
GRM nomination, I got four awards
Ten-point lead, my team got the scoreboard
Cench, he a warlord, only want more gore
I don't know many that done it like man
MDMA same colour as man
Bare blue ticks in my DM requests
Got bare bad B's that I ain't hollered back
I've fucked famous tings that I've wanked over
I bust that nut into existence
If I get a feeling that you're fugazi
I'm trustin' my gut and my instinct
True colours show when they see a man blow
They switch, what the fuck was I thinkin'?
For the love of my siblings
Man, I gotta double my income, better yet, triple it
Wobble it, wiggle it, swallowin', dribblin'
Jobless, IG modellin'
I saw you commentin', squabblin', I don't do politics
I heard your tape, it don't sound too promisin'
Need me a— need me a crib same road as Abramovich
Undies right on my arse, I ain't panickin'
Stand up tall for my rights, I'm an activist
Pen game come like 45 calibre
Stress, I'll manage it, strong mentality
Almost fell off and lost my sanity
Course I'm plannin' it, causin' an anarchy
Psycho, hangin' him, put him in a gallery
I got label execs tryna sway me
I'm tryna fuck on the A&R lady
M's on the paper, can't persuade me
I got a blueprint similar to JAY-Z
I'm matchin' the car with the Rollie
I've got the same pattern as Pastor Tobi, huh
R.I.P. Marcus Garvey, the Babylon can't control me, nah
Remain— Remainin' calm through the madness
Flex, then a man get jacked, no Cactus
Mixtape dropped, but it's more like chapter
My shooter in the 6 is sort of like a Raptor
I don't know why you thought that you could hack this
Send a man up to the north of the atlas
I was manifestin' a kilo, I'm breakin' the law with the law of attraction
[Verse]
These rappers never been paid, they get a lil' famous, spend all their bands
They spend their whole fuckin' advance, these rubbed-out stars keep fuckin' their fans, huh
It's a bit different for me, if I had it my way, my bae wouldn't know me
But no matter what country I'm in, the females there all know who I am
My gang's not a play-play ting, it's a serious type of organisation
We need the type of wealth that'll stay in the world for a few generations
They're doing whatever just to go viral, some internet-sensation rappers
Big men on the 'net just bitchin', I swear that they're agin' backwards
I just got the pendant full of baguettes, I feel like Frank when he put on the mink
They're plottin', I'm not surprised, I've been broke too, I know how they think
You inherited dough, we inherited debt, so I gotta catch up, I'm behind on the rent
What you know about takin' risks? Had my last five bags and declined an M
A lot of man came and went, I might do the same, get out of here sooner
Fake my death like 2Pac, move out the fam to a crib in Cuba
They wanna see a man go out like Biggie, but I ain't ready to die
They're saying that time is money, I got some money, ain't got any time
Don't be a fuckin' fool and put your family's life in jeopardy
They ain't makin' it out of the hood, it ain't hard to find my enemies, huh
I gotta watch what I say these days, it's long now I'm a celebrity
I don't wanna chit-chat, If it ain't about money, please don't message me
My ting clear, uh, look in my rear and I don't see a single soul
Should've seen what we did with snow, had London like we was in North Pole, uh
Done with these Insta hoes, uh, tryna get the kid exposed, uh
Didn't wanna link me, though, when the bag weren't there and the whip was old
Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh
Tour life out of the country, truth be told, I ain't missin' home
Told the kids to stay in school, they ain't hearin' that, they just hit the roads
Pavin' the way for the mandem, I come back down to uplift my bros
'Fore I leave my guys, I'll slit my throat
Nah, can't mix pleasure with business, but this A&R lady's fire
Gotta keep this one quiet, gotta deny it, she might get fired
As long as your pussy's tight, I don't care who you fucked on prior
Chasin' bags, not bitches, which is the reason that my eyes look tired
We get paid to go to the club, the fuck? You think that we're there for fun?
You know that you're in for some serious head when she puts her hair in a bun
I can't look at them man the same, I've seen them lie and swear on their mums
Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3K on Air Force 1s
Me and Wadz were sharing clothes, new J's just dropped, got two pairs each
Two-bed flat and it's just for me, got a room for bro whenever he needs
What d'you mean, "Breathe, breathe"? Don't tell me to breathe
Bae, be yourself with me, what d'you mean it's only me? Don't sell me a dream | Daily Duppy | Central Cee |
[Chorus]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now the guys askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now the guys askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
[Verse 1]
Look, your love's a contagious feelin'
Real is rare, it's harder to come by, you're an endangered species on top of the food chain
Don't post whеre we eat, thеy're prayin' to see me
Well educated, good vocab, when I don't understand, she explain the meanin'
Look, I gotta rearrange the sequence, uh
You say that you're too young for a baby, I get that, so I just pay the abortion
I'm protectin' my heart as well, so I understand that you're takin' precaution
Lonely, like I was raised as an orphan
I got paper, now they say that I'm important
Rap boy on a footballer's wage, I'm on the same pay as the players at Dortmund
Private plane, that's normal
Pilates class, you can work on your abs, Bahamas trip and snorkel
Find out how deep is your love
I won't give you a reason to cut
Buy you the Porsche, twin-turbo exhaust
What's mine is yours, not "Me," it's "Us"
Alright
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[Verse 2]
You don't need me, it's true, uh, I guess
But you'll reap the rewards if you see this through, alright
Like the fact that you ain't slept with no idiot yutes, uh, trust
Your girls on WhatsApp bitchin', I beg you just leave that group, huh
They don't know what we been through
I'll send you a car, just jump in, if you're busy we can reschedule, uh
I know that your mum's gonna hear this, so I don't wanna be sexual
But you make me feel like a young boy again, horny like a teen at school
Uh, I beg you be reasonable
Whether it's public or on a low
My behaviour ain't tolerable, the way that you're acting's honourable
I don't wanna feel like I'm botherin' you
So let me know if I invade your space
When I said that my bitch was gay, I didn't mean that shit in a degradin' way
Uh, alright
[Chorus]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now the guys askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now the guys askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alrightEmbed
[Verse 1]
Look, your love's a contagious feelin'
Real is rare, it's harder to come by, you're an endangered species on top of the food chain
Don't post whеre we eat, thеy're prayin' to see me
Well educated, good vocab, when I don't understand, she explain the meanin'
Look, I gotta rearrange the sequence, uh
You say that you're too young for a baby, I get that, so I just pay the abortion
I'm protectin' my heart as well, so I understand that you're takin' precaution
Lonely, like I was raised as an orphan
I got paper, now they say that I'm important
Rap boy on a footballer's wage, I'm on the same pay as the players at Dortmund
Private plane, that's normal
Pilates class, you can work on your abs, Bahamas trip and snorkel
Find out how deep is your love
I won't give you a reason to cut
Buy you the Porsche, twin-turbo exhaust
What's mine is yours, not "Me," it's "Us"
Alright | Me & You | Central Cee |
[Intro]
Je pense à toi
J'aimerais te voir ce soir
Je ne suis pas amoureuse de toi (Fais semblant)
Fais semblant avec moi
I wonder why
There's a stone-cold breeze as I kiss him goodbye
Paris is the city of love, they say
But not for him and I
C'est la dernière fois, fois, pour toi et moi
Ouais, ouais, j'ai compris que même les bad bitches pleurent
Je rentre à la maison en Eurostar
Ce soir, fais semblant avec moi
[Chorus]
What's that smell in the chеst of drawers?
Young boy sellin' them bеnz and scores
Gotta get rich in desperate cause
Talk about drill, gotta mention moi
No homo, but I slept with bro
Broke, I was sharin' my bredrin's clothes
Then I got rich and I kept them close
Talk about real, gotta mention moi
[Verse 1]
I can't have one girl, I need un, deux, trois
Two plus one, tell her, "Come over"
Gave her the dick like I'm on Adderall
I don't take drugs though, I fuck sober
French girl ask do I know Koba?
I'm in Champs-Élysées in a Jeep chauffeur
She try ask, "Will I eat?" No, suh
I used to sleep on a cheap sofa
'019 we was kitchen whippin'
If they had TikTok them times and a man asked me what I do for a livin'
Then I would've started fibbin'
Sirens, they had my heartbeat skippin'
I was a good boy till I started sinnin'
Car full of bud, park the habad
They can't even judge 'cause I came from the mud
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[Refrain]
What would you do in Cee's position?
They gave me a fish, they ain't teach me fishing
Back in the day, I had decent bitches
But they ain't got nothin' on my recent women
What would you do in Cee's position?
They gave me a fish, they ain't teach me fishing
Back in the day, I had decent
But they ain't got nothin' on my recent
[Chorus]
What's that smell in the chest of drawers?
Young boy sellin' them benz and scores
Gotta get rich in desperate cause
Talk about drill, gotta mention moi
No homo, but I slept with bro
Broke, I was sharin' my bredrin's clothes
Then I got rich and I kept them close
Talk about real, gotta mention moi
[Verse 2]
I value my life, I can't die this young, there's so much fun that I'm yet to have
I got a thing for India Love, there's so much gyal that I'm yet to bang
The way that I'm in and out of these countries, fuck and duck, I don't get to hang
Put on my cape and set her free, I'm the reason that she left her man
Good things come to those who wait, I don't believe that, bro, you gotta grind
Two iPhones, gotta switch devices, bro's showin' me which sticks to buy
I'm here tonight but gone tomorrow, if you wanna fuck, then quick, decide
The United Kingdom tax too high, so I might leave and dip Dubai
[Chorus]
What's that smell in the chest of drawers?
Young boy sellin' them benz and scores
Gotta get rich in desperate cause
Talk about drill, gotta mention moi
No homo, but I slept with bro
Broke, I was sharin' my bredrin's clothes
Then I got rich and I kept them close
Talk about real, gotta mention moi1Embed
[Verse 1]
I can't have one girl, I need un, deux, trois
Two plus one, tell her, "Come over"
Gave her the dick like I'm on Adderall
I don't take drugs though, I fuck sober
French girl ask do I know Koba?
I'm in Champs-Élysées in a Jeep chauffeur
She try ask, "Will I eat?" No, suh
I used to sleep on a cheap sofa
'019 we was kitchen whippin'
If they had TikTok them times and a man asked me what I do for a livin'
Then I would've started fibbin'
Sirens, they had my heartbeat skippin'
I was a good boy till I started sinnin'
Car full of bud, park the habad
They can't even judge 'cause I came from the mud | Moi | Central Cee |
[Intro]
God knows my intention, I sin for the sake of progress
Got a big heart when it comes to my family
(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
But in the streets, my heart is the coldest
My personal life ain't right but I'm puttin' this first, so I won't lose focus
'Member I needed a helpin' hand, reached out and I got cold shoulders
[Verse 1]
They already know I can rap, the mandem trap, I can do that too
I-I picked up the phone, I heard some terrible news that'd ruin your mood
They made some change and forgot their roots
I made somе change and picked up the young Gs
Took thеm shoppin' and copped them shoes
This ho forgot she got fucked
You need a reminder you're not brand new
I should've kicked that one to the curb
There and then, but I'm not that rude
Had-had some hoes back when I was broke
They wanna come home, but I got no room
So many years I slept on the sofa
They don't know the half, they got no clue
Huh? Said I was a one-hit wonder, I took that shot and I followed it through
Don't worry 'bout hollerin' chicks
Get rich, they'll switch and holler at you
Sat in the trap, turned one into two
But that ain't what I wanted to do
The fame get a bit too much sometimes
Fan-page tryna follow the goons
Fan-page tryna follow my pops
The fans love me and I love them too, 'cah, Cench ain't better than none
La─ last time I let that slide, but this time I ain't gonna let that run (They made)
They made a diss track, that shit was too whack to get a response, huh
It's sad, 'cah I love my hood where I'm from but that place ain't where I belong
Clean up the scene, I don't need no mop
Pull up your jeans, all I need is slop
Don't believe in greed, I don't need a lot
Let my Gs all eat off the cream on top
Remember the floorin' peelin' off, had damp all over the ceilin'
We trap for a positive reason, all 'cause the rap weren't bringin' no Ps in
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[Chorus]
God knows my intention, I sin for the sake of progress
Got a big heart when it comes to my family
But in the streets, my heart is the coldest
My personal life ain't right but I'm puttin' this first, so I won't lose focus
'Member I needed a helpin' hand, reached out and I got cold shoulders
[Verse 2]
I stay tryna better my life, but I got pain that I can't get off my mind
I can't get rid of my demons, all of my feelings, I kept inside
I'd never sell my soul or switch on bro in desperate times
My angel there on my shoulder tellin' me, "No"
I'm bipolar, no Jekyll and Hyde
I gotta think twice what come out my mouth these days 'cah I know I got a voice
I'm the head of my family now, I gotta get in my bag, I got no choice
I'm bait, I gotta roll safe, there's a few places that I'd rather avoid
I made it, I might have a baby, I don't mind a daughter, I'd rather a boy
Bro-bro-bro could've went pro in the field, but he broke his Achilles heel
The other, the other day it was free K-Trap, not the one from Gipsy Hill
Fuck a eighty-twenty, I told them, "Send me a fifty-fifty deal"
From Bush to Beverly Hills
I'm lookin' at bro like, "Look at the shit we've built"
O-OT, I seen a man smoke crack on a Red Bull can
I'm throwin' my Ws up like Wu-Tang Clan, I'm a method man
Ask my mum what I'm like, she'll say that I'm selfless and I give back
If you ask my ex what I'm like, she'll say I'm a narcissist and a sociopath (Came a long way)
Came a long way, still got a very long way to go
Just a yute, I was so confused when I saw my family takin' coke
'Cah, I understand it now that I'm grown
Real trap boy, I don't play with my nose
Just the way that it goes
I can't judge them when it made me dough
[Chorus]
God kn— God knows my intention, I sin for the sake of progress
Got a big heart when it comes to my family
But in the streets, my heart is the coldest
My personal life ain't right but I'm puttin' this first, so I won't lose focus
'Member I needed a helpin' hand, reached out and I got cold shoulders
[Outro]
(From Bush to—)
From Bush to Beverly Hills
I'm lookin' at bro like, "Look at the shit we've built"
Said I was a one-hit wonder
I took that shot and I followed it through5Embed
[Verse 1]
They already know I can rap, the mandem trap, I can do that too
I-I picked up the phone, I heard some terrible news that'd ruin your mood
They made some change and forgot their roots
I made somе change and picked up the young Gs
Took thеm shoppin' and copped them shoes
This ho forgot she got fucked
You need a reminder you're not brand new
I should've kicked that one to the curb
There and then, but I'm not that rude
Had-had some hoes back when I was broke
They wanna come home, but I got no room
So many years I slept on the sofa
They don't know the half, they got no clue
Huh? Said I was a one-hit wonder, I took that shot and I followed it through
Don't worry 'bout hollerin' chicks
Get rich, they'll switch and holler at you
Sat in the trap, turned one into two
But that ain't what I wanted to do
The fame get a bit too much sometimes
Fan-page tryna follow the goons
Fan-page tryna follow my pops
The fans love me and I love them too, 'cah, Cench ain't better than none
La─ last time I let that slide, but this time I ain't gonna let that run (They made)
They made a diss track, that shit was too whack to get a response, huh
It's sad, 'cah I love my hood where I'm from but that place ain't where I belong
Clean up the scene, I don't need no mop
Pull up your jeans, all I need is slop
Don't believe in greed, I don't need a lot
Let my Gs all eat off the cream on top
Remember the floorin' peelin' off, had damp all over the ceilin'
We trap for a positive reason, all 'cause the rap weren't bringin' no Ps in
[Outro]
(From Bush to—)
From Bush to Beverly Hills
I'm lookin' at bro like, "Look at the shit we've built"
Said I was a one-hit wonder
I took that shot and I followed it through | Cold Shoulder | Central Cee |
[Intro]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
Don't trust bitches, out all my dargs, there's some I can trust (Huh)
They think they got one up on us (That's what they think)
Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us (Baow, baow, baow)
(Lekaa Beats)
[Verse 1]
The fake do a good job blending in with the real these days, but I still tell the difference
Realness get recognition, I recognised that from a distance
See it from far (Wait)
Bare ANPR, told bro, "Beg you don't smoke weed in the car" ('Low it)
It feels good to see me in the charts, I used to hit shots, sell rock and link in parks (Alright)
You've been warned, I'll ring the alarm
They talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once
YG got the trench coat on, it's black and long like a Christian nun
Tryna locate me a new plate, I don't put trust in vintage guns
Stop whinging and go get some money, what's wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright)
For my livelihood, push white in my hood, but I don't recommend it, there's no longevity
"Central, don't forget me", money don't make me lose my memory
A2 Anti, do man badly, do that gladly (Baow, baow, baow)
I treat every day like a Monday mornin', I treat every month like a January
[Chorus]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
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[Verse 2]
Get some money, relive your childhood
Shawty think that I'm childish (Why?)
Tryna pull down my trousers
Rip man out of my Calvin's (Kleins)
Out of sight, out of mind
We ain't gotta jump out this ride
Unwind the window, keep it simple
Try hit man off his mountain bike
Link up with the ganja farmer
Cuttin' down plants, no agriculture
Leave it to God, we don't practice obeah
Plan it correct, we gon' catch him (Haha)
I can't go broke, that's a no-no
Can't fall off, that's awkward (Awks)
My chain cost sixty thousand
Cool, that's a club performance (Alright)
I don't like braggin'
I'm a lowlife but I like high fashion
Amiri denim, it cost an arm and a leg and the jeans still saggin'
Bro's still chinging, bro's still trapping
Yinging and Yanging, I need more balance
Baby, I just wanna fuck
I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents
[Chorus]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men7Embed
[Chorus]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
[Chorus]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men | One Up | Central Cee |
[Intro]
I don't wanna seem ungrateful, God
But I don't wanna be here
I got some things to get off my chest
But maybe it's best I keep it a secret
31st December, the 1st of Jan'
Same shit, I don't care 'bout the new year
New house somewhere that ain't poverty driven
It's mad in the place that I grew in
[Verse 1]
Yo, served a pregnant lady, it fucked with my head
Couple things I regret tryna earn a wage
48 Laws one book that I read
So if I rеpent, can I turn the page?
Gotta gеt rid of bad vibes, anti-clockwise, gotta burn the sage, uh
I'll say with it chest but I know some things locked in, I prefer not to say
I fucked up, I'm admittin' it
I got no ego, I got no shame
I swallow my pride and say that I'm missin' it
Cree-cree-creep in the changin' room at school and teef from the kids that are privileged, uh
Stolen clothes with a rip in it
Also a stolen phone, no SIM in it
Now I got P's, I give a lot back
No charity work tryna write off tax
Feds got me on a drivin' ban
In the passenger seat 'til my license back, uh
Ghost and fly off the map, uh
Try get my mind off rap
I get some sort of survivor's guilt
When I see YM still supplyin' crack
This life don't come with retirin' plans
It'll come to an end in unfortunate ways
No such thing as positive thinkin', when you're locked in, it feel like a maze
Often lose faith and forget to pray
You don't wanna land on the wing with the guys
Why? 'Cause they might melt your face
Cuz got hit with a eight, why?
Why would he care 'bout some extra days?
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[Chorus]
I-I don't wanna seem ungrateful, God
But I don't wanna be here
I got some things to get off my chest
But maybe it's best I keep it a secret
31st December, the 1st of Jan'
Same shit, I don't care 'bout the new year
New house somewhere that ain't poverty driven
It's mad in the place that I grew in
[Verse 2]
Uh, I ain't been home in some weeks
I seek when a man's in need
I got a family tree to feed
I see dead people in my sleep
I see broke people on the feed
Talk is cheap freedom of speech, I guess
But they ain't even got no P's
Got free Wi-Fi, they ain't got 4G
Uh, I wouldn't be able to do what I do if it weren't for the man before me
I show respect where it's due
Where would I be if I never met YBeeez?
Giggs, Ghetts, Chip, Skep', Konan, Krept
Kano, Dev, Stormz, Hus, Dave
A couple of names, even DBE
Uh, my mum lost faith in her son when I left school with no GCSE's
Told shorty, "Just 'cause I grew up with nothin' don't mean that I'm easy to please"
When you need a handout, you don't get help
Why they all wanna help? I ain't even in need
Had one score for an hour of studio time, I couldn't even lease the beat
Do not disturb me when I'm recordin'
My voice sound clearer than ever, uh
Remember the mic distortin', I grew in a different era
More action, less talkin', he said I'm a dead man walkin'
One in your head, there ain't no respawnin', alright
[Chorus]
I-I don't wanna seem ungrateful, God
But I don't wanna be here
I got some things to get off my chest
But maybe it's best I keep it a secret
31st December, the 1st of Jan'
Same shit, I don't care 'bout the new year
New house somewhere that ain't poverty driven
It's mad in the place that I grew in3Embed
[Verse 1]
Yo, served a pregnant lady, it fucked with my head
Couple things I regret tryna earn a wage
48 Laws one book that I read
So if I rеpent, can I turn the page?
Gotta gеt rid of bad vibes, anti-clockwise, gotta burn the sage, uh
I'll say with it chest but I know some things locked in, I prefer not to say
I fucked up, I'm admittin' it
I got no ego, I got no shame
I swallow my pride and say that I'm missin' it
Cree-cree-creep in the changin' room at school and teef from the kids that are privileged, uh
Stolen clothes with a rip in it
Also a stolen phone, no SIM in it
Now I got P's, I give a lot back
No charity work tryna write off tax
Feds got me on a drivin' ban
In the passenger seat 'til my license back, uh
Ghost and fly off the map, uh
Try get my mind off rap
I get some sort of survivor's guilt
When I see YM still supplyin' crack
This life don't come with retirin' plans
It'll come to an end in unfortunate ways
No such thing as positive thinkin', when you're locked in, it feel like a maze
Often lose faith and forget to pray
You don't wanna land on the wing with the guys
Why? 'Cause they might melt your face
Cuz got hit with a eight, why?
Why would he care 'bout some extra days? | Ungrateful | Central Cee |
[Chorus]
You put on your best 'fit to the club tonight
You're tryna find someone to take you home and show you love
If nobody else will, then I will
If nobody will, I will
Mmm, your pussy shaved, you cleaned your bedroom just in case
And you ain't fucked in couple months, tonight you're tryna misbehave
Is that how you feel?
Is that how you feel?
[Verse 1]
Without soundin' too perverted, close my eyes, I see you naked
Your looks come from your mum and daddy money got that bracelet
But you're actin' bougie like it was you who fuckin' paid
Huh, go and drop that bomb and watch that shit go up in flames
You make me feel young again, I don't wanna grow up
I don't even know her, fuck until my dick don't go up
Movin' your waist, we pick up the pace, I make that shit go slower
Just give me the date and pick a place and go pack the Rimowa
We can go to Phuket if you fuck with this
Tick a couple countries off your bucket list
I'll hold it down, you ain't gotta worry 'bout no other bitches
Divin' deep and you gon' feel it where your stomach is
[Chorus]
You put on your best 'fit to the club tonight
You're tryna find someone to take you home and show you love
If nobody else will, then I will
If nobody will, I will
Mmm, your pussy shaved, you cleaned your bedroom just in case
And you ain't fucked in couple months, tonight you're tryna misbehave
Is that how you feel?
Is that how you feel?
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[Verse 2]
You didn't put on YSL just to go bed all by yourself
You got your coochie shaved just in case you find the right male
Said your body count's twelve, but your pussy tight still
I'm mature, bae, you know real recognize real
You put on your heels and hit the club, I'm outside, I'm on your strip
You got hella options waitin' on you, take your pick
If you fuck with someone else, you're not my girl, I won't be pissed
If I'm awake and I ain't taken, hit my line, I'll give you dick
If they won't, I will
You give me the chance and I can change your title
Let me see you arch it, let me break your spinal
Put you on the 'Gram and make your page go viral
Alright
[Chorus]
You put on your best 'fit to the club tonight
You're tryna find someone to take you home and show you love
If nobody else will, then I will
If nobody will, I will
Mmm, your pussy shaved, you cleaned your bedroom just in case
And you ain't fucked in couple months, tonight you're tryna misbehave
Is that how you feel? (What, that's how you feel?)
Is that how you feel?Embed
[Chorus]
You put on your best 'fit to the club tonight
You're tryna find someone to take you home and show you love
If nobody else will, then I will
If nobody will, I will
Mmm, your pussy shaved, you cleaned your bedroom just in case
And you ain't fucked in couple months, tonight you're tryna misbehave
Is that how you feel? (What, that's how you feel?)
Is that how you feel? | I Will | Central Cee |
[Intro]
Make your mind up
Are you gonna stay with me, lay with me tonight?
Tonight
When life gets rough, how can I complain? I got bros in jail, so it could be worse
I put up the bread for my broski's funeral, that was my first time bookin' a hearse
I sold coke to the white people in the ends, I'm glad that my hood's diverse
I'm writin' a verse, and my sis told me that my niece is listenin', please don't—
[Verse 1]
How do I put this pain into words? Like a bullet from a gun, it burns
Slept on the bando sofa, and I woke up with spots on my face from germs
I feel betrayed by my girl, you were ungrateful when I gave you the Merc'
Even though I'm a man, I should hide it, I swallow my pride and say that it hurts
I'm lit right now, I got motion, but I still need a plan B cah tables turn
Negotiation landed at twenty-five M, I'm makin' the label work
I won't even lie, I put family second, I'm sorry, the money's my main concern
If my funds are low, I get suicidal, so I gotta put paper first
[Chorus]
If I don't pay the bills, then who will?
Remember I felt like the man, got train OT, two days, got two bills
Open my mind, I'm feelin' limitless, just like the film, popped two pills
It's a full-circle moment, I come out the Nike HQ with a shoe deal
[Verse 2]
I still didn't lose ambition
When the shower never got warm and the ceiling leakin', the roof was drippin'
We can go to the same optician, I'm afraid you won't view man's vision
Me and Ybeeez linked up with Columbia, still just us on a two-man mission
If I made a short film and put it on YouTube, it would need viewer's discretion
Livin' a movie, I can't press pause or fast-forward when a scene gets graphic
Five-percent tints on all of the whips, I cannot get seen in traffic
Made some P's and left the street, relieved, but none of my grief did vanish
Me and my girl keep bumpin' heads, I feel like I'm speakin'—
¿Cómo estás? Muy bien, what's good? How you been?
I say I'm alright, but I'm stressed within, deep breaths won't help with the mess I'm in
I hope my good deeds outweigh all the fuckery, I'm tryna repent my sins
Already rich, still grindin', how greedy, I'm still not content with M's
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[Chorus]
If I don't pay the bills, then who will?
Remember I felt like the man, got train OT, two days, got two bills
Open my mind, I'm feelin' limitless, just like the film, popped two pills
It's a full-circle moment, I come out the Nike HQ with a shoe deal
Alright
[Verse 3]
Single-parent household, livin' on benefits, council housin' tenant
Restraining order, cemetery visits, hard drug habits, our life weren't pleasant
Took away our innocence, we don't wanna die, we rely on weapons
Hood ambience, I'm used to fallin' asleep to the sound of sirens
So I don't know if I like this change, it's too quiet
You'll always think that the grass is greener till you step foot over there and try it
You can have financial freedom, but the P don't stop people dyin'
Invest in guns for the ends, won't help them, war won't stop, the beef's still fryin'
I'm not ridin', I'm the one decidin'
Got my brothers for life, through right or wrong, I'm standin' strong beside him
When you're the one providin' in a yes-man environment, everyone biased
More money, less violence, time is free but somehow priceless
So watch how you spend it wisely
[Outro]
Make your mind up
Are you gonna stay with me, lay with me tonight?
Tonight
Girl, make your mind up
Are you gonna stay with me, stay with me tonight?
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah-yeah1Embed
[Verse 2]
I still didn't lose ambition
When the shower never got warm and the ceiling leakin', the roof was drippin'
We can go to the same optician, I'm afraid you won't view man's vision
Me and Ybeeez linked up with Columbia, still just us on a two-man mission
If I made a short film and put it on YouTube, it would need viewer's discretion
Livin' a movie, I can't press pause or fast-forward when a scene gets graphic
Five-percent tints on all of the whips, I cannot get seen in traffic
Made some P's and left the street, relieved, but none of my grief did vanish
Me and my girl keep bumpin' heads, I feel like I'm speakin'—
¿Cómo estás? Muy bien, what's good? How you been?
I say I'm alright, but I'm stressed within, deep breaths won't help with the mess I'm in
I hope my good deeds outweigh all the fuckery, I'm tryna repent my sins
Already rich, still grindin', how greedy, I'm still not content with M's
[Outro]
Make your mind up
Are you gonna stay with me, lay with me tonight?
Tonight
Girl, make your mind up
Are you gonna stay with me, stay with me tonight?
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah-yeah | Limitless | Central Cee |
[Intro]
(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
(Nastylgia)
[Chorus]
Fly, fly uptown when I'm feelin' down
I wanna do retail therapy (I wanna do retail therapy)
B-been with the gang all week
I need some female energy (Need some female energy)
Sucked my soul, I lost my breath
She got me breathin' heavily (She got me breathin' heavily)
Toxic relationship with my queen, but me and the T got chemistry
To-to-told her that I'm a Gemini, now she on Google checkin' the compatibility
She wanna see if I got the agility
She wanna see if I got the ability, huh
I went 'round three, she want round four, she killin' me, huh
ADHD, my trigger finger fidgety
[Verse 1]
My trigger finger fidgetin' (I feel like)
I feel like I need amphetamine
We had the party tun', off the MDMA and ketamine
My-my bro get a box and step on it
Gang make money off rock, Led Zeppelin
One call away from a tent and tape
One call, and they get to steppin' (Get to steppin')
The bando hostile, but if it weren't for the trap house
I'd be popped down
Of course, I would've made an M on tour last year if it weren't for the lockdown
They wanna fuck, now we got the top down
What 'bout when we had the beat-down Honda?
Shoutout FK, I had no sponsor
Most of my team from the West, no Thunder
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[Chorus]
Fly, fly uptown when I'm feelin' down
I wanna do retail therapy (I wanna do retail therapy), uh
B-been with the gang all week
I need some female energy (Need some female energy)
Sucked my soul, I lost my breath
She got me breathin' heavily (She got me breathin' heavily)
Toxic relationship with my queen, but me and the T got chemistry
To-to-told her that I'm a Gemini, now she on Google checkin' the compatibility
She wanna see if I got the agility
She wanna see if I got the ability, huh
I went 'round three, she want round four, she killin' me, huh
ADHD, my trigger finger fidgety
[Verse 2]
Walk in, walk-in wardrobe look like the stockroom
Mum said I'm materialistic, when you're the boss, that shit will cost
I'm buyin' my mumzy a crib for Christmas
I'm livin' a movie, but it ain't scripted
God is my witness, get out my business
Back in the day, I had one pair of trainers
I wore that shit 'til it gave me blisters, huh
None of my cats had whiskers, G-check that if his face familiar
Went OT and I came back skinnier, Pyrex pot full of white like Nivea
Time zone gettin' annoyin', I'm half asleep and gettin' a call from Australia
Two tour buses, I'm doin' up road
One clean, one full up of paraphernalia
[Chorus]
Fly, fly uptown when I'm feelin' down (I wanna do retail therapy)
Uh, b-been with the gang all week (I need some female energy)
Sucked my soul, I lost my breath (She got me breathin' heavily)
Toxic relationship with my queen, but me and the T got chemistry
To-to-told her that I'm a Gemini, now she on Google checkin' the compatibility
She wanna see if I got the agility
She wanna see if I got the ability, huh
I went 'round three, she want round four, she killin' me, huh
ADHD, my trigger finger fidgety
[Outro]
Fly uptown when I'm feelin' down
Fly uptown when I'm feelin' down
I wanna do retail therapy
I wanna do retail therapy7Embed
[Verse 1]
My trigger finger fidgetin' (I feel like)
I feel like I need amphetamine
We had the party tun', off the MDMA and ketamine
My-my bro get a box and step on it
Gang make money off rock, Led Zeppelin
One call away from a tent and tape
One call, and they get to steppin' (Get to steppin')
The bando hostile, but if it weren't for the trap house
I'd be popped down
Of course, I would've made an M on tour last year if it weren't for the lockdown
They wanna fuck, now we got the top down
What 'bout when we had the beat-down Honda?
Shoutout FK, I had no sponsor
Most of my team from the West, no Thunder
[Outro]
Fly uptown when I'm feelin' down
Fly uptown when I'm feelin' down
I wanna do retail therapy
I wanna do retail therapy | Retail Therapy | Central Cee |
[Intro]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh
[Chorus 1]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
[Verse 1]
Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro
Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
Wiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyote
If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky
Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me"
Two weeks she'll be yelling "Fuck me"
Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
Oh, generation above me, I know you still remember me
My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting, blam
[Chorus 1]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank (Innanet)
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Innanet)
(Kisses, kisses)
[Verse 2]
I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale
Everywhere that I go, everywhere, they be asking how's it going
Say the going's well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL
Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom
Like she know me well, I mean normally
You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil
But these kids these days, they get so high
Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit
Shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
Elevated, train, and the craziest thing
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it
Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz
Asshole, absinthe, thumpin' that glass
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
Rip, brain-dead, take a tug and then pass
[Bridge]
I think we all addicted
Yeah, I think we all addicted
Really though, I think we all addicted (Yah)
I think we all addicted
[Chorus 2]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses)
[Chorus 1]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
[Verse 3]
I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter, juicy
Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
You see, I be still a God but a goofy
You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi
That's the dual principle, sometimes I'ma be about some hoes
Sometimes I'ma wanna make a movie
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson (Yeah)
And though my style freakish
I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron
'Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG
Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope, see (What?)
Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics
Cooler like I'm off of codeine, low key
Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing
If I don't know what I miss is
I'ma end up figuring out that it's home
And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
The ones that I praise and I'm thanking
I need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothes
And I wanna get a hug, and I can't 'cause I'm stanking
Never too old for a spanking, IGH!
[Chorus 2]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses)
[Chorus 1]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
[Prod. by Cam & Peter Cottontale]
[Click here to watch the making of the beat with Cam] | Cocoa Butter Kisses | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
You don't want zero problems, big fella!
Yep! Igh!
[Refrain]
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby, huh huh
[Chorus]
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"
[Verse 1]
Ooh, watch me come and put the hinges in their hands
Countin' Benjis while we meetin', make 'em shake my other hand, huh
Milly rockin', scoopin' all the blessings out my lap
Bitch I know you tried to cheat, you shoulda never took a nap, hey
Fuck wrong with you? What you were thinkin'?
Fuck you thought it was?
You talk that talk that make a lame-ass nigga fall in love
Not me, though, bitch, you can keep those
Bruh, I'm at your head like Craig did Deebo
Don't tweak, bro, it's never sweet, ho
My shooters come for free, so
[Refrain]
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby, huh, huh
[Chorus]
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, you bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Yep, yep
Pull up in the new thing, I'm like
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
(Yeah, 2 Chainz)
They be like, "There he go!"
[Verse 2]
You old Petey Pablo, take your shirt off
Wave 'round your head like a helicopter
I ain't put enough weed in the blunt
All you do is smoke tobacco
Where the hell you get them from?
Yeezy said he ain't make them
My niggas chasin' bounty hunters
And gettin' chased by their baby mamas
My first tat was on my stomach
Got a pocket full of money (Money)
And a mind full of ideas
Some of this shit may sound weird
Inside of the Maybach
Look like it came out of Ikea
Run shit like diarrhea (True)
Big yacht, no power steering (Yeah)
Aye, aye, captain (Ooh!)
I'm high, captain (A-alright!)
I'm so high (I'm so high)
Me and God dappin' (Alright)
This is my blessin' (Yeah)
This is my passion
School of hard knocks
I took night classes
[Chorus]
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Yep
Pull up in the new thing, I'm like
They be like, "There he go!"
[Verse 3]
I got problems bigger than these boys, yeah
My deposits, they be on steroids
Lord, free the Carter, niggas need the Carter
Sacrificin' everything, I feel like Jesus Carter
Hold up, I got this sewed up, my soda poured up
My woes up, I'm flippin' those bucks, they doing toe tucks
I rolled up and let the smoke puff
I lay down, toes up
Hold up, get too choked up when I think of old stuff
Move on, put my goons on, they kidnap newborns
In the streets my face a coupon
Her pussy too warm
All these bitches come to do harm
Just bought a new charm
Fuck the watch, I buy a new arm, you lukewarm
I'm Uncle Luke with the hoes
Pretty bitches, centerfolds
Tippy toes around my crib in they robes, just their robes
Half a milli' in the safe, another in the pillowcase
Codeine got me movin' slower than a caterpillar race
Fuck wrong with you? What you were thinkin'?
What you thought it was?
I just popped five Percocets and only caught a buzz
And if that label try to stop me
There gon' be some crazy Weezy fans waitin' in the lobby
Mula, baby
[Outro]
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
They say so, ridin' with the payo'
They be like, "There he go!"
There he go
[Produced by BrassTracks] | No Problem | Chance The Rapper |
[Verse 1]
Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker
Cocky khaki jacket jacker
Slap-happy faggot slapper, bah-bah
Iraqi rocket launcher
Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper
Dang, dang, dang, skeet, skeet, skeet
She do that thing for three retweets
The album feel like '92
Now take that ball 'fore he three-peat
Chance, ho, acid, cruising on that LSD
Asked Joseph about my deal
He looked back said, "Hell yeah, let's eat"
[Chorus]
This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam
[Verse 2]
Young Rascal Flatts, young ass kid ass could rap
Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat
Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack and
Fourths of weed, I'm back to pack on hands
With young Cletus to pat my back
Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right
Just here to rap them songs
Rag on my hair, wrap weed in Vegas, rockin' Vagabonds
Sang a song, oh, you don't know? What?
Well, I still bang with you
Hang with you, sip drank with you
As long as I can sang with you like
[Verse 3]
Niggas, please be focused, that Bino, you know this
He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your hood is so clit
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I'ma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You're fuckin' with the Fifi bag
My stars, egad, she said, "This my favorite song"
"Hold my purse", now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot
You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished
Your mom won't play it in the car 'cause it got cursing in it
Your boy like, "I'm the one who showed you"
He want his percentage
'Cause you were like, "This ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?"
Two-step, white dude's Harlem Shake
Why you laughing? 'Cause you Harlem Shake
I was never fake, I was just too good to be true
That's acid rap, we killed the track
You had your chance, and 'Bino too, ooh | Favorite Song | Chance The Rapper |
[Produced by Nate Fox]
[Refrain]
Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose
I mean, I know I'm pretty cool
My Nitty bag, my kitty boost
I got the juice, I got the juice
[Verse 1]
Chano, Chatham's own
Foolies glad I'm home
Even my haters kinda glad I'm on
Rest In Peace to my Vagabond
Rapper song, singer, suspended, subpoena
For misdemeanors, dreamer
Held back ass is lowkey still a senior
And I still shake up BO Squad, praying for my BroBois
City on the come up, shout that nigga Sosa!
Shout my nigga Fat Trel, shout my nigga Joseph
Playing Buenos Aires while they sleepin': buenas noches!
Wonder if I wrote this, 'cause it's so crisp
The most brokest cold stockbroker, winter solstice
I could win an Oscar, Russian accent husky
Acid addict, costly avid actor, Kevin Costner
[Chorus]
Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!
I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!)
Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!
I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!)
[Verse 2]
God give me one sentence more
Maybe I just gotta get suspended more?
Hashtag it, get mentions for it
Make you love it, get it trending more
And then act humble
Hear some bull that some dude mumble
Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you
Knowin' bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles, IGH!
But I love y'all souls, don't let the juice spill Pac!
Blue pill pop 'til you feel good enough to pop
The popped bitch in the blue heels, yop!
That one, drown in the juice nigga
Hunnid proof get found in a youth nigga
Stop with all the tryna introduce nigga
Everybody know you dude, you the new nigga!
How's it feel to be you? Yo no sé
I ain't really been myself since Rod passed
I ain't even really need that shop class
I ain't really been weak since pop's smashed
I'm a genius, a mothafuckin' pop smash
Hit sensei, master
Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe
Been paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA
[Verse 3]
Jugo, you never tasted paper
Tripped, racing ya'self tryna chase the paper
I just faced a Veg-er
And you love being Kobe when you make the lay-er
'Til you realize everybody in the world fuckin' hates the Lakers
And then everybody wanna sip
'Til the juice spill, everybody wanna bib
And then everybody wanna dip
Told you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth
All you can do is spit a verse of the truth
Merge the mixture with the purest of fruits
And the thirst is the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
[Outro]
(Juice, juice, juice, juice) Yup!
(Juice, juice, juice, juice) Yup!
Yup! Yup!
Yup! | Juice | Chance The Rapper |
[Part I]
[Produced by CeeJ]
[Verse 1]
Ten damn days
And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows
And chauffeurs with road rage
Still the same damn ad-lib, "Igh," old ways
Still got a letterman, no practice
Still got a burner, man, no lacking
Still outtin' Jams nigga, no Jackson
No Jordan, and we toe-tagging
I'll take you to the land where the lake made of sand
And the milk don't pour, and the honey don't dance
And the money ain't yours
Now it's just a red pill
Got a blue and a handful of Advils
I'm the new Nitty, fuck it, Nitty the old me
So I'ma tell the buyer what Nitty told me, igh
[Chorus]
I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn
I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man
Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man
I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn
I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man
Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man
Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man
[Verse 2]
You a lame
And your bitch break down my weed sometimes
See my face in the streets, in the tweets
And a Reader or a RedEye if you read Sun-Times
She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D
Even though I only beat one time
One time, it was one two times
It was two plus me equals threesome time
Shouts out to Nate, I jackball, and I bop, I flex
Got neck from all these thots I sex
Rastafari them shottas, yes
House safari, mi casa, yes
Poppy fields of that popeye
She came to party, she popped a molly
Said, "Come to papá," she said, "Papá, yes"
[Chorus]
I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn
I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man
Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man
I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn
I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man
Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man, igh
[Part II]
[Produced by Nosaj Thing]
[Chorus]
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
[Verse 1]
Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch
Somebody'll steal daddy's Rollie, call it the neighborhood watch
Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch
Captain Save-a-Hood, hood savior, baby boy
Still getting ID'd for Swishers (Mama still wash my clothes)
Still with the Save Money militia (I'ma still watch my bros)
Trapped in the middle of the map
With a little-bitty rock and a little bit of rap
That, with a literary knack
And a little-shitty Mac, and like literally jack
[Verse 2]
They murking kids, they murder kids here
Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here
Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at?
Somebody get Katie Couric in here
Probably scared of all the refugees
Look like we had a fuckin' hurricane here
They'll be shooting whether it's dark or not
I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot
Down here, it's easier to find a gun
Than it is to find a fucking parking spot
No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position
'Cause they've never been in our position
Getting violations from the nation, correlating, you dry snitchin'
[Bridge]
I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared, too
I know you scared
Me too
I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared, too
If you was there
Then we'd just knew you cared, too
[Verse 3]
It just got warm out, this the shit I've been warned 'bout
I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it's pourin' out
I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks
And I ponder what's worse
Between knowing it's over and dyin' first
'Cause everybody dies in the summer
Wanna say your goodbyes, tell them while it's spring
I heard everybody's dying in the summer
So pray to God for a little more spring
[Outro]
I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared, too
If you was there
Then we'd just knew you cared, too | Pusha Man / Paranoia | Chance The Rapper |
[Chorus]
We don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
'Cause she don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
[Verse 1]
When did you change?
Wendy, you've aged
I thought you'd never grow up
I thought you'd never
Window closed, Wendy got old
I was too late, I was too late
A shadow of what I once was
[Chorus]
'Cause we don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
She don't laugh the same way no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
[Verse 2]
Where did you go?
Why would you stay?
You must have lost your marbles
You always were so forgetful
In a hurry, don't wait up
I was too late, I was too late
A shadow of what I once was
'Cause we don't, we don't do what we say we're gonna
You were always perfect, and I was only practice
Don't you miss the days, stranger?
Don't you miss the days?
Don't you miss the danger?
[Chorus]
We don't (We don't) do the same drugs no more (Do the same drugs no more)
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
We don't (We don't) do the same drugs no more (Do the same drugs no more)
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs
[Outro]
Turn it around
I remember when
This age of pathetics
Don't forget the happy thoughts
All you need is happy thoughts
The past tense, past bed time
Way back then when everything we read was real
And everything we said rhymed
Wide eyed kids being kids
Why did you stop?
What did you do to your hair?
Where did you go to end up right back here?
When did you start to forget how to fly?
It's so natural
Tastes like Juicy Fruit
Works like a magic trick
Please give me half of that
We don't, we don't, we don't
Don't you color out
Don't you bleed on out, oh
Stay in the line, stay in the line
Dandelion
We don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
We don't, we don't, we don't
Don't you color out
Don't you bleed on out, oh
Stay in the line, stay in the line
Dandelion | Same Drugs | Chance The Rapper |
[Chorus]
My druggy, love me, when I'm ugly, hug me
When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
[Verse 1]
Damn, I'm in so deep, girl, probably 'cause you're empty
You can't even speak (Igh), damn, your mouth so minty
Ooh, your mama hate me, daddy wouldn't let you
If he ever met me, if he ever met you
Put that shit behind us and put this in your sinus
Mine is all up in my gums, minus all that shit it's lined with
I say oh-oh-oh-oh, you been scratchin', you been fiendin'
I'ma fix you, I'ma fuck you, I'ma get rid of them demons
It's my
[Chorus]
My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me
When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby
Let's get lost, let's get lost
[Verse 2]
Damn, I need a minute, aight, leggo
She fell in love, it fell apart, aight, let go
She met her match, I let her match
She lit her match, she let me smoke
Yeah, me mad petty, yeah, me bogus
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, me know
Yeah, she knew too (Igh), it made her love it
Her pussy like me, her heart like, "Fuck it"
So dance for daddy like Gator
Ain't no partners on this trip
And lose yourself in my room
And find yourself in my grip
I'm sayin'
[Verse 3]
I blessed myself inside your arms one day
Swear to God there I was when the dress
And the silver buttons fade away
Miss Mary Mattress, geriatrics
Fuck me into open caskets, I wanna die with this
I wanna stop seeing my psychiatrist
She said "Pill pop, baby girl, 'cause I promise you, you tweaked
The empty bottled loneliness, this happiness you seek
The masochism that you preach
Practice backflips, tragic actress
On a movie with no screen
When the only time he loves me is naked in my dreams
[Chorus]
My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me
When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby
Let's get lost, let's get lost
Igh | Lost | Chance The Rapper |
[Produced by Jake One]
[Verse]
Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain
Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane
The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace
Spineless bitches in backless dresses
Wore my feelings on my sleeveless
My weed seedless, my trees leafless
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses
And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus
Before I believed in not believing in
Yeah, I inhaled, who believed in me not breathing in
Cigarette stained smile all covered in sin
My big homie died young, just turned older than him
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always
He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways
I trip to make the fall shorter
Fall quarter was just a tall order
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty
As of late, all my verses seem not so verse-y
And all my words just mean controversy
Took the team up off my back, like "That's not your jersey?"
Stressin', pullin' my hair out, hoping I don't get picked
All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick
Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich
'Cause niggas still getting bodied for foams
Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
Sometime the lies get millions of views
Funerals for little girls, is that appealing to you?
From your cubicle desktop, what a beautiful view
I think love is beautiful too
Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do
For future hoopers dead from Rugers
Shooting through the empty alley
Could've threw him an alley-oop
Helping him do good in school
Damn that acid burn when it clean ya
I still miss being a senior
And performing at all those open mic events
Eyes closed, eyes closed seeing arenas
And I still get jealous of Vic
And Vic's still jealous of me
But if you touch my brother
All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you
And the rest of your team
Smoking cigarettes to look cooler
I only stop by to look through ya
And I'm only getting greedier
And I'm still Mr. Youmedia
And I still can't find Talent
And I'm still choosing classmates that wouldn't fuck
Mom still thinks I should go back to school
And Justin still think I'm good enough
And Mama Jan still don't take her meds
And I still be asking God to show his face
And I still be asking God to show his face
[Outro]
I am a new man, I am sanctified
Oh, I am holy, I have been baptized
I have been born again, I am the White Light
Rain, rain don't go away
Igh! | Acid Rain | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Angels (Na-na, na-na, ah)
[Verse 1]
I got my city doing front flips
When every father, mayor, rapper jump ship
I guess that's why they call it where I stay
Clean up the streets so my daughter can have somewhere to play
I'm the blueprint to a real man
Some of these niggas toss they tassel for a deal, man
I ain't goin' to hell or to Hillman
Ah, ah, ah, ah for my real fans
I got caught up with a little Xan
Couldn't stop me, but it slowed me, though
Yeah, a nigga famous, you don't know me though
But every DJ still play me, though
Damn, I don't even need a radio
And my new shit sound like a rodeo
Got the old folks dancing the do-si-do
'Til they fuck around, sign me to OVO
Ooh, I just might share my next one with Keef
Got the industry in disbelief, they be asking for beef
This what it sound like when God split a atom with me
I even had Steve giving out apples for free
[Chorus]
They was talkin', "Woo, this woo wap da bam"
City so damn great, I feel like Alexand'
Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded
[Post-Chorus]
Who is you, and who the fuck is you and who is him?
All of a sudden, woo wap da bam, you can't touch me
Na, na, na, na, I got angels
I got angels
[Verse 2]
I ain't change my number since the seventh grade
This for my day one, ten years, seven days
A week, niggas never tired on they Kevin Gates
And if they rest in peace, they bunny hopping Heaven's gates
It's too many young angels on the southside
Got us scared to let our grandmamas outside
You gon' make me take the campers way downtown
You gon' make me turn my BM to my housewife
I just had a growth spurt
It done took so long, my tippy toes hurt
You can keep the nose ring, I don't have to soul search
I'm still at my old church, only ever sold merch
Grandma say I'm Kosher, mama say I'm culture
GCI, 107.5, angel goin' live
Power 92, angel, juke, angel gon' juke
GCI, 107.5, goin' live
Power 92, angel gon' juke, juke, juke, juke
[Refrain]
Wap da bam (Na, na, na, na)
I got (I got angels)
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded
Na, na, na, na
I got, I got angels
[Post-Chorus]
Who is you, and who the fuck is you and who is him?
All of a sudden, woo wap da bam, you can't touch me
Na, na, na, na, I got angels
I got, I got angels
[Outro]
Na, na
Na, na
I got, I got— | Angels | Chance The Rapper |
[Verse 1]
We used to roll at the Rink, we used to roll at the Rink
I used to talk way too much, you used to know everything
You couldn't stand me, I couldn't stand you
You said I'm steady playin', but you steady playin' too
Your big brother footwork, your play sister juke
The Rink was the place, but in that space and time I was too young for you
As you were for me, too worried 'bout Frooties and Chews
'Til I found out all the shorties with cooties was cute
And realized what booties could do
[Chorus]
We gon' get it poppin', we gon' get it jukin'
We gon' throw a party, and we ain't gotta do shit
You came with your best friend, came here for the weekend
Rollin' with your party, so tell me what you thinkin'
Said we gon' have a juke jam, we gon' have a juke jam
We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do, I'll get close to you
I remember you, you used to, I remember you, 'cause
[Post-Chorus]
We've got so much history, baby (Juke), maybe (Juke)
Maybe you and I were meant to be, maybe (Juke), I'm crazy (Juke)
[Verse 2]
We never rolled at the Rink, we would just go to the Rink
You ain't buy tokens no more, you just hip roll at the Rink
You had a nigga, I couldn't stand him
But when they play "Take You Down," Chris Brown, I am his stand-in
I mean, it's just dancing, it's harmless as fuck
Then I put my waist to your hips and your legs in my arms just to harness you up
Then we hit the floor, all the kiddies stop skating
To see grown folks do what grown folks do when they grown and they dating
[Post-Chorus]
We've got so much history, baby (That's right, that's right), maybe (That's right, that's right)
Maybe you and I were meant to be, maybe I'm crazy
Crazy 'bout you
[Outro]
We've got so much history, baby (Juke), maybe (Juke) | Juke Jam | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
And we back
And we back, and we back, and we back, and we back, and we, huh
And we back, and we back, nah, nah, nah
[Verse 1]
Hey, this ain't no intro, this the entree
Hit that intro with Kanye and sound like André
Tryna turn my baby mama to my fiancée
She like music, she from Houston like Auntie Yoncé
Man my daughter couldn't have a better mother
If she ever find another, he better love her
Man I swear my life is perfect, I could merch it
If I die I'll prolly cry at my own service, igh-igh!
It was a dream, you could not mess with the Beam
This is like this many rings
Y'all know wha' mean?
This for the kids of the king of all kings
This is the holiest thing
This is the beat that played under the Word
This is the sheep that ain't like what it heard
This is officially first
This is the third
[Chorus]
This is the bom-bom-bom
Bom-bom-bom
Bom-bom-bom
Music is all we got
Oh, bom-bom-bom
So we might as well give it all we got
This is the bom-bom-bom (Huh)
Bom-bom-bom
Bom-bom-bom
Music is all we got, got, got
Oh, bom-bom-bom
So we might as well give it all we got
[Verse 2]
Ayy, ayy, I get my word from the sermon
I do not talk to the serpent
That's the holistic discernment
Daddy said I'm so determined
Told me these goofies can't hurt me
I just might make me some Earl tea
I was baptized like real early
I might give Satan a swirlie
Wish I could tell you it's ready
Tell you it's ready today
They don't give nothin' away
You gotta fight for your way
And that don't take nothin' away
'Cause at the end of the day
[Chorus]
Music is all we got
Music is all we got
Music is all we got
Oh, bom-bom-bom
So we might as well give it all we got
Music is all we got (Huh, huh)
Music is all we got (Huh, huh)
[Outro]
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
Music
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
Music
Music is all we got
[Produced by Kanye West & The Social Experiment] | All We Got | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Come on, big fella, you drunk, big fella
Two sips and now you wanna trip, big fella
You not a drinker, I can see it all in your leg, big fella
You wobbly, big fella, you finna fall
Sit down, you drunk, big fella
[Chorus]
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ayy, ayy
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking all night, hey
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Tryna get in)
[Verse 1]
Everybody outside, everybody outside
When I pull up outside all night, though
Everybody high five, everybody wanna smile
Everybody wanna lie, that's nice, no
Oh, now you wanna chill? Oh, now you wanna build?
Oh, now you got the bill? That's cool though
Oh, now you got the gas? Oh, now you wanna laugh?
Oh, now you need a cab? That's true though
All you do is talk, I ain't got shit to say
Can't no one get in my car, I don't even valet
Long discussions, oh, you my cousin?
No you wasn't, you just wanna ride
You just wanna talk about politics, Chicago shit and rocket ships
Shut up, start dancing, ho
[Verse 2]
You just wanna spill fries in the seat
Sprite on the seat, come ride on the seat, ayy
Last girl, she'll lie on the seat, she'll fart on the seat
Now she jog in the streets, say
I don't trust no one faking like a fan, asking for a pic
You should use your phone, call a Uber
You a goofy if you think I don't know you need a Lyft
Is you is or is you ain't got gas money?
No IOU's or debit cards, I need cash money
So back up, back up, I need space now
I need you to slow down, it's not a race now
Can't really hear what you gotta say now
Shut up, start dancing, ho
[Chorus]
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ayy, ayy
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking all night, hey
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ayy, ayy, ayy (Tryna get in) | All Night | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Mmm, igh
Acid Rap
[Chorus]
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
[Verse 1]
Who smokin' in my car? It's that nigga Chano
AKA Mr. Bennett, AK Tony Montano
I've got some folks in low end, I got some folks in C-note
AK hundred dinero, you ever seen Casino?
I just got back with 'Bino, I got a bitch but she know
Her friends done did the Dino, that's that Chicago lingo
Flamin' hots with cheese, and a Kiwi Mistic
My dick won't even call her, 'cause she left all that lipstick
Niggas be on dirt, that's why I stay on petty
I know that bangers jam, that's why my hands stay ready
Flip the candy, yum, that's the fucking bombest
Lean all on the square, that's a fuckin' rhombus
[Chorus]
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
[Verse 2]
Who's sneaking in the club? That's that young sir rapper
Un-saran wrap the purple, wrap that blunt under after
Smoke all out the window, cops could eat a dick
If you ain't the hitter, you just might be the lick
Flame on, flame on, I'm your bitch's ringtone
She like when I rap raps, but better when I sing songs
No Drake, but I get my Trey on, killin' in the hood like Trayvon
Shoppin' like I got a coupon, savin' like I got a cape on
Cookin' crack in my apron, dressed like a nigga had eight proms
Tell shorty I may change and I made it and I napalm
Trippy shit to watch, drugs while on the clock
Acid on the face, that's a work of art
[Verse 3]
Soulo ho-ho twerk somethin' (Soulo)
Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin' (Soulo)
I'm so def, I ain't ever heard nothin'
My name Herb, take herb, smoke herb (Say word?)
How 'bout you? No dap, but I'll take a pound or two
No doubt like Gwen Stefani's group
Look, let me put my mouth where you potty, boo (Igh)
Yeah, them niggas pissed, need potty training
They movement shit, that's a potty train
She ain't left yet, but she probably came
We kicked it then I score, soccer game (Yeah)
She was a phony goalie, I got great aim though, don't insult me (Don't insult me)
I'll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me
My name Soulo, 'cause I'm the one and only
She only got you as a nigga on the side
That's a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie
Then we got out a Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard
Music and tabs of Lucy, take your chance with this rapper
[Chorus]
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again (Soul)
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do | Smoke Again | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Oh, I-I, I-I, I, I-I, I-I-I-I
[Verse]
I speak of promised lands
Soil as soft as mama's hands
Running water standing still
Endless fields of daffodils and chamomile
Rice under black beans
Walked into Apple with cracked screens
And told prophetic stories of freedom
Found warmth in a Black queen for when I get cold like Nat King
I'm doing the dad thing
I speak of wondrous, unfamiliar lessons from childhood
Make you remember how to smile good
I'm pre-currency, post-language, anti-label, pro-famous
I'm Broadway Joe Namath
Kanye's best prodigy
He ain't signed me, but he proud of me
I got some ideas that you gotta see
Make a vid with shorty and they ship it like the Odyssey
They never seen a rapper practice modesty
I never practice, I only perform
I don't even warn, I don't eat it warm, I won't be reborn
I speak to God in public
I speak to God in public, He keep my rhymes in couplets
He think the new shit jam, I think we mutual fans
I used to dance to Michael, I used to dance in high school
I used to pass out music, I still pass out music
The people's champ must be everything the people can't be
I'm getting artsy-fartsy, house full of some Hebru Brantleys
You must've missed the come-up, I must be all I can be
Call me Mister Mufasa, I had to master stampedes
[Chorus]
I made it through, made it through, made it through
And everything I gave to you, I gave to you, I gave to you
You got it, you got it, you got it, it's coming (It's coming, coming, coming)
So are you ready? (Are you ready?)
[Refrain]
Are you ready for your blessings? (Are you ready?)
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings? (Are you ready?)
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready (Are you ready?) for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready (Are you ready?) for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready (Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo) for your miracle? (Are you ready?)
Are you ready (Are you ready?) for your blessings? (Are you ready?)
Are you ready for your miracle? (Aw, yeah)
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
[Outro]
You ready, big fella? | Blessings (Reprise) | Chance The Rapper |
[Chorus]
Even better than I was the last time, baby
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Yo, we back)
I'm good, ooh, yeah, I'm good
Even better than I was the last time, baby
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, I'm good
(We back and we back and we back)
So good (And we back and we back and we back and we back)
Even better than I was the last time
[Verse 1]
Rap just make me anxious, and acid made me crazy
Them squares just made me looser and that wax just made me lazy
And I still make this song, and I'ma make another
If you ever actually hit me, better watch out for my brother
Better bet I'd take that deal, gotta watch out for my mother
Get a watch with all that glitters, come in clutters, different colors
Ben-a-Baller, Benford, butlers, chauffeurs, hit a stain-er, did I stutter?
Did a ton of drugs and did better than all my Alma mater
Motherfucker money dance, hundreds xan, gallon lean
Make a joke 'bout Leno's hair then piggyback on Fallon's spleen
Balancing on sporadicity and fucking pure joy
Nightly searches for a bed and I just came off tour with Troy
But I can't complain, I got some motherfucking bitches
How many lab partners have I fucked since I got suspended?
Mr. Bennett, you done did it, you did it, you did it
You did a good ass job, you did a good ass job, and I'm good, igh
[Chorus]
Even better than I was the last time, baby
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, I'm good
I'm good, so good
Even better than I was the last time, baby
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I'm good (Even better than I was the last time)
So good
[Verse 2]
Work, work, work, work, bang, nigga, bang
Twerk, twerk, merge, swerve, dang, pick a lane
Flip a bird, pigeon, plane, it's a word, it's a shame
But God I'm good, swear I couldn’t be better
Kicking dirt on the shirts of the lames
Keep a tab on my exes, keep some X on my tongue
Keep my work out in Texas, that's just me flexin' my lungs
See them showin' they teeth, that's just them flappin' they gums
If they bite and I'm snappin', clap clap, collapsing they lungs
Call me Chancelor The Rapper, please say, "The Rapper"
Magical word (Poof), please say "Kadabra"
Replay the replays, Green Bay, the Packers
Cremate your teammates and freebase the ashes
Matches to gas leaks, dusted dusk 'til dawn
It's just us, and trust ya bottom, bitch, my stuff the fucking bomb
I'm the motherfucking fucker, fuck, a nigga's fucking dumb
This your favorite fucking album, I ain't even fucking done
I'm good
[Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, I'm good
Ooh, yeah, I'm good, so good (I'm good, I'm good)
Even better than I was the last time, baby
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (I'm better than the last time, yeah, yeah)
I'm good (I'm gonna be)
So good
[Outro]
Even better than I was, even better than I was (I'm gonna be so good)
Even better than I was
(Ooh, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be)
Even better than I was, even better than I was (I'm gonna be so good)
Even better than I was (So good, so good, so good, yeah)
(I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be)
(I'm gonna be so good) So, so, so, so
So, so
So, so, so, so
So, so, so, so
So, so, so, igh
(I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be)
So, so
So, so
So, so
So, so, so
Did a good ass job, did a good ass job
And I'm good
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Igh, igh, igh, igh, igh
Igh | Good Ass Intro | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, incredible
My Lord, incredible
I believe
[Verse 1]
Socks on concrete, Jolly Rancher kids
I was talkin' back and now I gotta stay at grandma's crib
Bunch of tank-top, nappy headed bike-stealin' Chatham boys
None of my niggas ain't had no dad
None of my niggas ain't have no choice
JJ, Mikey, Lil Derek and them
79th Street was America then
Ice cream truck and the beauty supply
Blockbuster movies and Harold's again
We were still catchin' lightnin' bugs when the plague hit the backyard
Had to come in at dark 'cause the big shorties act hard
Okay now, day camp at Grand Crossing
First day, niggas shootin'
Summer school get to losin' students
But the CPD getting new recruitment
Our summer don't, our summer, our summer don't get no shine no more
Our summer die, our summertime don't got no time no more
[Chorus]
'Cause you're my friend
Summer friends don't stay
You're my friend
Summer friends don't stay, stay around
Summer friends, summer friends
You're my friend
Summer friends don't stay
Summer friends don't stay, hey
Stay around here
[Verse 2]
Ooh, I used to kill 'em with the long hair
Mama hair salon doin' perms out the armchair
Dad was workin' late, he treat the crib like it's a timeshare
I would mow some lawns, fold my ones like a lawn chair, hugh, hugh
Now I'm the same way, overtime all the time, every night, hey
Ready my blessin', now I'm ready how I wait
Never let a friendship get in my way
Never let a blog get in my way
Make the whole song do whatever I say
79th, 79th, 79th, hey
79th, 79th, 79th, hey
Some of my homegirls got lost in the paperwork
They was good friends but I faked the flirt
'Cause if it ain't work, can't make it work
It's been a minute since I called on a friend
Fucked up and fucked all my friends
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause you're my friend
All my friends
You're my friend
All my—
Stick around
[Chorus]
Summer friends, summer
You're my friend
Summer friends don't stick around
Stick around, yeah
And some of us
79th, 79th, 79th, hey
79th, 79th, 79th, hey
79th, 79th, 79th, hey, hey, hey
You're my friend
79th, 79th, 79th, hey, 79th
So put your head on my shoulder
Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey
Citywide, citywide, citywide
Citywide, citywide, citywide
Citywide, citywide, citywide
Citywide, citywide, citywide
I will wait around for you
I will wait around for you
So lay your head on my table, lay your, lay your head on my table
[Interlude]
May the Lord give your journey mercy
May you be successful, grant you favor
And bring you back safely, I love you
[Outro]
When I was so young before I could remember
I would always treat my gang like family members
Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up
I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up
When I was so young before I could remember
I would always treat my gang like family members
Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up
I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up | Summer Friends | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Ladies loving my music is like some sex shit
Niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick
(On the mic like it's a dick)
Run around the corner to pick up the new shit (The shit)
Toss this in the deck so niggas can catch rep
Ladies loving my music is like some sex shit
Niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick
Run around the corner to pick up the new shit
Toss this in the deck so niggas can catch rep
[Verse 1]
What's good good? And what's good evil?
And what's good, gangstas? And what's good, people?
And why God phone die every time that I call on Him?
If his son had a Twitter, wonder if I would follow Him
Swallow them synonyms like cinnamon Cinnabon
Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum
Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him
Pics of they genitalia, tallied up ten of 'em
I slurped too many pain-kills down, I'm off a lot
I got a lot of off days, but it ain't often that I'm off the clock
You know what I mean, I got the Chicago Blues
We invented rock before the Stones got through
We just aiming back 'cause the cops shot you
Buck buck, bang bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News"
Booyaka buckle up, motherfuck opps too
Ain't no knuckling up 'em young 'cause it just not cool
[Bridge]
Nice to see you, Father New Year
Middle finger Uncle Samuel
Shooting death with weighted dice
And hitting stains on birthday candles
I know somebody, somebody loves my ass
'Cause they help me beat my demon's ass
[Chorus]
Everybody's somebody's everything
I know you right
Nobody's nothing
That's right
Everybody's somebody's everything
I know you right
Nobody's nothing
That's right
Everybody's somebody's everything
That's right
Nobody's nothing, nobody's nothing (Right? Igh)
I know you're right
[Verse 2]
I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off-white
But I'd fight if a nigga said that I talk white
And both my parents was black
But they saw it fit that I talk right
With my drawers hid but my hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite
But gravity had me up in a submission hold
Like I'm dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I'm pigeon-toed
In two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole
And two missing toes
But it's love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe
[Verse 3]
Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
The type to love from a distance, not the type that told her
Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over
With babies on the block underarms like fighting odors
Coppers and quotas, hold ya head like 2Pac had taught
Obviously, they are on a come up
With better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones
All odds against us, we tryna get lucky, doper than Lucky
You're ending happy, that's only a tugging
Like Satan masturbating, shit come hot, but y'all still love me
Ugh, how Father Time a deadbeat? Maybe I'm adopted
That'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless, igh
[Chorus]
Everybody's somebody's everything, nigga
Nobody's nothing, nigga
Everybody's somebody's everything, nigga
Nobody's nothing at all
Wu-Tang
Everybody's somebody's everything
That's right
Nobody's nothing
I know you're right | Everybody’s Something | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Yup, yup, yerp
And then the smoke got me
Hey
[Verse 1]
I got muscles like Superman's trainer, ayy (Ooh)
Real real rare like Super Saiyan manga
I jump stomp-stomp on Lucifer, Satan (Skrrt)
Now I got a few rings on, Jupiter skating (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I meant to say Saturn, switched up the pattern (Blaow)
Smoking on some shatter (Ooh)
Got me higher than a ladder (Ooh)
Thanks, I'm flattered, my baby mama badder (Yeah)
You look like Mick Jagger, oops, the grease splattered (Ooh, ooh)
Hot, hot (Ooh)
Jumping out the grease
It's a whole lotta degrees
'Bout to come up out the fleece, fleece, fleece
Shh, I don't wanna hear a peep (Skrr)
Tryna catch some sleep (Yeah), tryna count some sheep (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Hot damn, hot water, hot shower (Brrt)
Hotlanta, smoking green, cauliflower (Ooh, ooh)
Tangerine, yeah, I call her sweet and sour (Yeah)
And my lawyer say it's urgent, I'ma call him in a hour
[Verse 2]
Dude, I just called the plug and his phone was unplugged
I was lookin' at Doug like (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Dude, that shit don't even make no fucking sense
Like having fuckin' arguments for payin' fifty extra cents for barbecue
Saucing on the workers at McDonald's
I don't wanna sit and argue, Good Burger shoulda taught you
We all dudes
And I'm all professional and proper
But my baby mama stopped me in a meeting (Skrrt, skrrt)
Just to AirDrop me some nudes
[Chorus]
Hot damn, hot water, hot shower (Brrt)
Hotlanta, smoking green, cauliflower (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tangerine, yeah, I call her sweet and sour
And my lawyer say it's urgent, I'ma call him in a hour (Ooh)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, hopped off the flight, Louis V, Off-White (Ooh)
I just made a dub and she tryna spend the night (Uh)
Heard they need more, yeah, my jeans Dior (Ooh)
Shawty got cake if you tryna eat more (Skrrt, skrrt)
Think they need more, I think they need more (Ooh, brrt, ooh)
This the second round, I'm tryna speed more (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Going stupid, going crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big gas in that Mercedes (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Pull up lit, uh, going 30 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up Vic, uh, in a hurry (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shoot your shot, uh, flex a lot (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Big cheese, uh, hella knots (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Chopped and screwed, Michael Watts (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Point 'em out, air 'em out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Get me right, sippin' Sprite (Skrrt, skrrt)
180, halfpipe (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh
[Chorus]
Hot damn, hot water, hot shower
Hotlanta, smoking green, cauliflower
Tangerine, yeah, I call her sweet and sour
And my lawyer say it's urgent, I'ma call him in a hour
[Verse 4]
Goddamn
Think I got a new lawsuit, I need to come see you (What's that?)
I got a new whip, you know what a car do
Turn your bitch to a eater (Mmh, mmh)
She say we don't got enough room to get freaky in here
'Cause it's just a two-seater (Okay, question)
Am I still considered a trick if I get her a hoopty
And buy me a Bimmer? (Uh-uh)
I had a new case but the judge had to throw it out
My lawyer beat it like Tina
I always find a way to get ahead with my intelligence
When they critique my demeanor (Hah)
Today I'll dress up a Republican (What else?)
And go get some head from a white man's daughter
Her lips aren't big but I'm loving it (Mwah)
I get in, fake ID, I'm McLovin it (Yeah)
BDB ENT like the government (What?)
Except for the cops (Who?), mission impossible
Strapped with the Glock, Danny Gloverin'
Tip a hundred if you let my cousin in
You know everybody my cousin (Cuz)
Oh yeah, and I gotta be thuggin' it
'Cause my hair can get nappy as fuck
I wear jewelry and I got that chocolate coloring
[Interlude]
Well at least, like you know, that's what they make me feel like
Why they make you feel like that?
I don't know, I mean it's America, right?
[Chorus]
Ooh, hot damn, hot water, hot shower
Hotlanta, smoking green, cauliflower (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tangerine, yeah, I call her sweet and sour
And my lawyer say it's urgent, I'ma call him in a hour | Hot Shower | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
If this is my last sh- my last shit
Uh, it definitely be mad important
And it would have to sound like a Prince song
[Chorus]
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muhfucking, motha, shut your mouth
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muhfuckin', motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth
[Verse 1]
Somebody pray for the god, oh lord
I wonder what Michael's on
Son jammin' to his shit, rappin', trappin', trippin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and chewing Vicodin
Shoulda died, yelling YOLO was a lie
And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so young
You and I look just alike
And I'm afraid that this one right here
Might be last time that I write a song
Lot of niggas wanna go out with a bang
But I ain't tryna go out at all
So I ain't tryna go out at all
Got a lot of ideas still to throw out the door
Last Chance joint gotta be a dance joint
From an introspective drugged out standpoint
Throw bands joint, wanna hold hands joint
Old school for my own old man joint
[Chorus]
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muhfuckin', motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth
[Bridge]
This part right here, right now, right here, this part my shit
I play this so loud in the car, I forget to park my whip
I lean back, then spark my shit, I turn up, I talk my shit
Hope you love all of my shit, I hope you love all of my shit (Igh)
[Verse 2]
Why toss my filter when she saving my life?
The same shit that kills us, always feels so right
That's why I pray to the dealer, God know who he be
Truth be told, he juiced me, introduced me to the lucy leaf
Oh-oh-oh, I seen the light, I lost my lighter
Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, fuck your supplier
Lies, Levis on fire, flyer on the wall, I'm brighter
In the darkness of the night, in the sky I get higher, higher
[Chorus]
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muhfucker, motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth
[Chorus]
I'm still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking, muhfuckin', motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken, Frank Ocean listening, stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping, motha, shut your mouth
Igh! | Chain Smoker | Chance The Rapper |
[Part I]
[Intro]
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (Huh)
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (And we back, and we back, and we back, and we back)
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do, do-do, do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (Huh)
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (And we back, and we back)
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do (And we back)
Do-do, do-do, do
[Verse 1]
They ain't teaching taxes in school
It don't even matter, I was acting a fool
But who would think the raps would turn into racks?
Don't matter, matter fact, it could happen to you
Scars on my head, I'm the boy who lived
The boy love playing when the boy too sick
Reclining on a prayer, I'm declining to help
I've been lying to my body, can't rely on myself, oh, no
Last year, I got addicted to Xans
Started forgetting my name and start to missin' my chance
L.A. for four months, end up leaving right back
I'm in love with my city, bitch, I sleep in my hat, uh
I felt hogtied ever since my dog died
He lived to 84, damn, that's a long ride
I know he up there, he just sit and he wait
I'll be racing up the stairs, I'ma get to the gate, singing
[Refrain]
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do, do-do, do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do, do-do, do
[Chorus]
Oh, all my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
Oh, I'm gonna finish mine, yeah
All my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
Gonna finish mine, yeah (Hey)
[Verse 2]
Gimme the water, gimme the water, I need the kind from Space Jam
Get this money, get this budget, KOK to day camp
Me and my girl plan to stay to the end
Hope there never come a day where we be better as friends
We in a marathon we could build a marriage on
Arguments as parents digging deeper than a baritone
I've been getting blocked just tryna make songs with friends
Labels told me to my face that they own my friends
I got to pray, I got to pray, like Hammer after "2 Legit"
I got the power, I could poke Lucifer with crucifix
I cannot scrape off stupid shit, I stand up like I'm Ludacris
I know some folks that talk so much, you'd think they drive an Uber whip, damn
Queen said, "Why we in a queen bed?"
I said, "It's yours, don't worry, lil' beanhead"
I'm just here to catch my breath, I got the world tattooed
She said, "Cool, just bring me some food"
[Chorus]
Oh, all my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
Oh, I'm gonna finish mine, yeah
All my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
I'm gonna finish mine, yeah
[Outro]
Alright, we got it
[Part II]
[Intro]
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
[Verse 1]
Lord rain down on me so I can move on water
Like children at the altar, like God inside my house
I love you, I love you, you looking holy like Mama
You made a church out of feathers, so when she fly to the Father
She know the choir gon' follow and all the offering paid
She gave my name away to your holy house
She like my blessings in disguise
She like her Jesus mountain high
So He can watch her lonely child, I know my God
I know my God, seen His breaks and His edges
Are jagged for giving that pain to His city in gold
Like everything is everything
Like all them days He prayed with me
Like emptiness was tamed in me
And all that was left was His love
And all that was left was His love
And all that was left was His love
And all that was left was His love
[Chorus]
Never, never drown
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
[Verse 2]
Never, never, never (Chance, let me in, come on)
This thirst in my soul (There's a thirst in my soul, it tell me)
Where else can I go? (Where?) but You? (Come on)
I may cry a river (I may cry a thousand tears, but)
But You take each drop and You wash (You wash me new)
Me new (People sing)
This water is deep (Yes, yes and I need You to)
Jesus, rescue me (Come on, save me, I need You to)
Take me to Your mountain (Hallelujah)
So someday Chicago will be free (Someday, we'll all be free)
Be free (Say)
[Chorus]
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown | Finish Line / Drown | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
How great is our God?
Sing with me, how great is our God?
All will see, how great is our God? (Ooh)
How great (How great), is our God? (Oh)
Sing with me, how great (How great), is our God?
All will see, how great, how great, is our God? (Ooh)
Name above all names (Name above all names)
Worthy of all praise (And my heart will)
And my heart will sing how great (How great) is our God?
Name above all names (Name above all name)
Worthy of all praise (Worthy of all praise)
And my heart will sing (My heart will sing), how great is our God? (Woah-oh, oh-oh)
How great (How great), is our God? (Is our God?)
Sing with me (Won't you sing?), how great is our God? (And all will see)
All will see how great (How great, how great), is our God? (Oh)
(How great), how great (How great is), is our God?
Sing with me (Sing with me), how great is our God? (And all will see)
All will see how great (How great), how great (How great)
How great (How great), how great (How great)
How great, how great is our God? Oh
[Interlude]
The first is that God is better than the world's best thing
God is better than the best thing that the world has to offer
[Verse 1]
Magnify, magnify, lift it on high
Spit a Spotify to qualify a spot on his side
I cannot modify or ratify, my mama made me apple pies
Lullabies and alibis, the book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village raised 'em a child, come through the crib and it's bustin'
You meet anyone from my city, they gon' say that we cousins
Shabach, Barak, edify
Electrify the enemy like Hedwig 'til he petrify
Any petty Peter Petigrew could get the pesticide,
79th, 79th
I don't believe in science, I believe in signs
Don't believe in signing, I seen dollar signs, color white collar crime
Good God, the gift of freedom
Hosanna Santa invoked and woke up slaves from Southampton to Chatham Manor
My dream girl's behind me, feel like I'm James Early
The type of worship make Jesus come back a day early
With the faith of a pumpkin seed-sized mustard seed
Hear, for I will speak noble things as entrusted me
Only righteous, I might just shrug at the skullduggery
I couldn't stand to see another rapper lose custody
Exalt, exalt, glorify, descend upon the earth with swords
And fortify the borders where your shortage lies
I used to hide from God, ducked down in the slums like "shhh"
[Verse 2]
I was lost in the jungle like Simba after the death of Mufasa
No hog, no meerkat
Hakuna matata by day, but I spent my night-time fighting tears back
I prayed and prayed and left messages
But never got no hear-back or so it seemed
A mustard seed was all I needed to sow a dream
I build the ark to gently, gently row my boat down Noah's stream
Sometimes the path I took to reach my petty goals was so extreme
I was so far down in the mud
Couldn't even let my light shine
But you was always there when I needed to phone a friend or use a lifeline
From a lofty height we wage war
On the poltergeist with the exalted Christ
Spark the dark with the pulse of light
Strike a corpse with a pulse of life
I spit on the Tidal, it's tidal waves
I spit on the Apple and kill a worm
A fire in Cali'll swallow a valley for every African village burned
Jay Elect would've never made it
O' son of man, O' son of man
Who was the angel in Revelations with a foot on water and a foot on land?
Who was the angel that rode a Harley from the project to the house of Parliament?
And opened the book in the Devil's chamber
And put the true name of the Lord in it?
Old Jerusalem, New Jerusalem
Comes like this beast with a ball of fire
They poisoned the scriptures and gave us the pictures of false messiahs, it was all a lie
Mystery Babylon tumbling down
Satan's establishment crumbling down
This is the year that I come for the crown
Bury my enemies under the ground | How Great | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Smoking the bowl
We just been smoking, uh—
We just been smoking the bowl
We just been smoking the bowl
We just been
We just been smoking the bowl
We just been smoking the bowl
We just been smoking the, we just
The fuck is going on?
When did we buy a bowl?
[Verse 1]
We just been smoking the bowl
We don't got no time to roll
I'm always out on the road
She don't got time for a whole
Lil' bit of time that we have
We used to purchase a half
It don't be no time to smoke
I'm always throwing on clothes
She always throwing a fit
We don't got no time for no sex
I just put milk in the bowl
She don't be cooking at all
She just put weed in the bowl
She don't have time for herself
She putting points on the board, yes
You know she carry her own
You know she carry the child
She wake up at crack of dawn
She don't be cracking a smile
So when she packing the bowl
I grab her, I tell her
[Chorus]
Let me crack this blunt
Slow it down for a second
Break it down, ooh
She said, "Let me lick this blunt"
Slow it down for a second
Break it down, ooh
We deserve, we deserve (We deserve)
We deserve a smoke break
We deserve, we deserve
We deserve a smoke break
[Verse 2]
Truth being told
We used to movies and bowl
We used to Netflix and roll
I used to pass her the smoke
She used to laugh at my jokes
You pat my back when I choke
Wish we were stuck in our ways
We way too young to get old
We stuck together like oowops
We smoke to Fetty, sing "ZooWap"
Traphouse 3, Guwop
I should've knew when I grew up
It would be no time at all
We went from White Owls to Raws
We went from joints to a bowl
She need a second to breathe
We need a actual smoke sesh
[Chorus]
Let me crack your back
Slow it down for a second
Take it down, ooh
Let me run this back
Slow it down for a minute
You deserve, you deserve
We deserve, we deserve (We deserve)
We deserve a smoke break
We deserve, we deserve
We deserve a smoke break
[Verse 3]
I don't have time to finesse
I put some ice on your neck
But I ain't holding you back
I spend my time on the road
Super ain't saving no hoes
I don't have time to patrol
Let me break these bales right down for a second
When it touch down, ooh
I got to lay back the roof
I got her breakin' the rules
She can't be taking no calls
When she involved with a boss
Please don't get lost in the sauce
Please don't get lost in the sauce
She been like this from the door
Told me her mom was a ho
I gave her Percs for herself
I give her Perc for esteem
I'm tryna crown me a queen
You hear the chains when they cling
I take that molly, it's clean
I push the whip with the wings
I gotta be overseas
I gotta be on the pedal
I push it down to the floor
I got designer galore
I keep some Goyard and 'gars
I smoke out all of my cars
You smell the weed in the air
You smell the smoke in the seats
You went and had our child
You didn't abandon the D
You got me twisted at least
You can
[Chorus]
Let me crack your back
Let me rub you all over
Take it down, ooh
Let me make this blunt
Make you dinner or somethin'
You deserve, you deserve
We deserve, we deserve (We deserve)
We deserve a smoke break
We deserve, we deserve
We deserve a smoke break | Smoke Break | Chance The Rapper |
[Produced by brandUn DeShay]
[Intro]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
[Verse 1]
Introducin' Chance the Ruthless, trip 'shrooms and lucy
Dreams is lucid, loosely based on music, swallow my mucus
Hope your pussy get herpes and yo' ass get lupus
Deuces Douches, deuce deuce, I'll shoot ya (Bang)
Shoes might boot ya and a suit might suit ya
They be on bullshit but they really don't do shit
They use of allusion could confuse Confucius
Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing 'til my voice get raspy
Last week suspended, last night kissed Va$htie
Parleyed with Ashley, always in the hallway
So I never been classy (Hahaha)
Shut up
[Chorus]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
(Igh, igh, igh, igh)
[Verse 2]
Acid, acid, get it? Acid
Melts through plastic, I spit fired
Pad my palette, talkin' paper if this was work, I'd get higher
Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with Jack
Lickety-split, look it, he slipped on a shell
From peelin' banana splits back, give me my Kit-Kat
Don't break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch?
Zan with that lean bitch, xan with that lean bitch
Zen with that chakra I eat it like Idi Amin
Ya kna' wha' mean, hit me back when that mean shit
[Chorus]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na (Uh)
Na na na, na na na (It's me, uh)
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Nah-nah-ooh (Uh)
Nah-ooh (Yeah), nah-ooh
Ah-ooh (Uh), ah-ooh, ah-ooh
[Verse 3]
Introducin', it’s Bronsonliño (It's me)
With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino
Three Japanese dykes in my El Camino (Haha)
Lettin' trees blow, oh, I rep the East Coast
I got a team of hoes like Pat Summitt
I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black Hummer
(Get to the chopper)
I splash summer like a fast brother, with a number on his back
Ain’t no fumblin', in fact, I'm back, acid in my hat
Shoot, then pass the gat
It's at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag (Bag)
My new shorty got a gymnastic back
'87 emerald green on a classic jag, uh
She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef’s salad (Okay)
She had the club foot (What else?), with that little arm (Hahaha)
I couldn’t help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm
I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on, it's me
[Outro]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Suck my motherfucking dick
It's the young Randy Velarde
Queens, baby (Uh)
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, ah-uh-uh, uh
Blow me | NaNa | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Chance the motherfuckin' Rapper
With a capitalized, uh, times
Not the times but you know what I'm saying, the times, bruh
Lil Boat
Chance
Thugger!
Lil Boat
[Chorus]
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes? (Hell no!)
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste
(She curious, she curious)
I swear that I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste
[Verse 1]
All I can hear is the third, ayy
All I can hear is the third, ayy
We don't know none of your words, ayy
We don't know none of your words, ayy
I like my women real tall, ayy
Type that can really play ball, ayy
You buy my hat at the park, ayy
Think I might really play ball, ayy
I got a link in my bio
My bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo
They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo
How can they call themselves bosses
When they got so many bosses?
You gotta see what your boss say
I get it straight out the faucet
I ain't felt like this since the third Drought, third Carter drop
Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop
And yeah, my momma got real worried when she heard I college dropped
But now I call the shots
[Chorus]
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
(She curious, she curious)
I swear that I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
[Verse 2]
Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama
She sting like a bumblebee, hot as the sauna
She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma
Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda
That booty gon' roll and it's outta control
And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty
All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me
Rub me down with that lotion, babe, oil me
Drinking Actavis, baby, I'm slowin' me
In that choppa I see your perimeter
Change the culture, 'cause my ring is a solar
Wait one minute, I told you
Yeah, I would like to know you
Yeah, you lucky like clovers
Yeah, the clothes no good
Mama I do it, the racks I pursue it
Just look at me baby, I came from the sewers
They love all the slime ball
Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog
I got me some rings like I'm Bruce Bowen
I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul
[Chorus]
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
(She curious, she curious)
I swear that I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
[Verse 3]
Am I the only one who really care about cover art?
Growing up I ain't have my brother 'cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start
I ain't know what that mean
I bumped heads with my dean
Dropped out and hit the scene
Now I'm stunting like bling
Time and time again, they told me no
They told me I wouldn't go
'Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes
Well, maybe that shit was my interest
Now I spend more than they make at my dentist
After "1 Night," them folks thought I was finished
I pinned my name to the game like a seamstress
Oh, bitch, I bite like a gator
Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper
Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater
Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer
Oh, they fuck with me 'cause I'm different
New sound, new appearance
Bitch, it's Boat from the 6
Give a fuck about a bitch
Walk with my hand on my dick, I'm the shit | Mixtape | Chance The Rapper |
[Intro]
Fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you (Yep)
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you (Nah-nah)
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you (Nah-nah)
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you (No)
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you
[Verse 1]
I ain't no activist, I'm the protagonist
I don't co-captain it, I fly solo like one cup in the cabinet
The cab is the cabinet, they trust me at landing it
They call me the advocate, they'll slide like the abacus
Boy meets world, everybody been savages
I just want to really know how much that your shooter averages
I'm not no nice guy, I'm just the good guy
The bad guys should really stay on my good side
I smelled my roses younger than the good die
The Illuminati couldn't see me with they good eye
They think they Heath Ledger scary, they just Jack Nichols
I'm a sign to my city like the Bat-Signal
Young chosen one, golden boy, De La Hoya
It ain't too many me's, rest in peace to Verne Troyer
I was younger than I seemed as a kid
I mean my G17 18 in the head
I mean I'm only 25 but I'm Motown 25
Bet I get a statue in my hometown when I die
And Rahm, you done, I'm expectin' resignation
An open investigation on all of these paid vacations for murderers
[Interlude]
Fuck you, oh-oh
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, oh-oh
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, oh
[Verse 2]
I don't get no paper, I gotta sign at the bottom
Still in my bag like the fries at the bottom
And I can't do nothing right, they gon' always be at me
I missed a Crain's interview, they tried leaking my addy
I donate to the schools next, they call me a deadbeat daddy
The Sun-Times gettin' that Rauner business
I got a hit-list so long I don't know how to finish
I bought the Chicagoist just to run you racist bitches out of business
Speaking of racist, fuck your microaggressions
I'll make you fix your words like a typo suggestion
Pat me on the back too hard and Pat'll ask for your job
And in unrelated news, someone'll beat your ass at your job
I'm the real deal
Who taught all these rappers that a big deal's not a big deal?
Inherited the earth, popping wheelies on a big wheel
My enemy lives in his mother's basement
That's why my videos don't got no Baphomet product placement
I'm a real one
The honey is sweet, the apple's bitter
They'll try to convince you you stronger without your woman than when you with her
And tell you they kidding while Twitter trashing your litter
I know the devil's a liar
I know that players is quitters, I heard you hire your hitters
I know the higher the bidder, that mean the less on return
So I just hire a sitter
I'm not no boss nigga, I'm a soldier
Kingdom builder, man somebody shoulda told ya
Fuck you
[Outro]
Fuck you, oh-oh
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, oh-oh
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you | I Might Need Security | Chance The Rapper |
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