Watsky – What Goes Up Lyrics

Could you ever love a thief? Let’s get consumed
Outside, outside, outside
Inside o’ you
So forget me not
We’re doin’ trust falls
Up at the mountaintop
C’mon, don’t let me drop
Now that we’ve found a spot
And when we swung high on the pendulum
We just hung there in the sky
[Pre-Chorus]
Just float
Just float
Just float
[Chorus]
It’s too nice out
Let’s play hooky
And get high ’til we both float away
We won’t show today
Doesn’t matter what they say
What goes up can stay But why not let them bloom? Can I steal away your grief
And suspend your disbelief? Let’s put on a show
‘Cause it’s never what you say
No, it’s always in the way
That you say what you mean
Oh, oh, oh
Wrap your legs around my back
And hold me tight until we’re talkin’ in tongues
Then when we pass the spirit
We can yell forever at the top of our lungs
[Pre-Chorus]
Just float
Just float
Just float
[Chorus]
It’s too nice out
Let’s play hooky
And get high ’til we both float away
We won’t show today
Doesn’t matter what they say
What goes up can stay
[Verse 2]
Don’t sweat the goons
All we do is crack a smile
When we hear ’em callin’
“You should go get a room”
Every stop to think the pollen in the air
Is from all the flowers fuckin’ each other? [Chorus]
It’s too nice out
Let’s play hooky
And get high ’til we both float away
We won’t show today
Doesn’t matter what they say
What goes up can stay (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
If you tell me I’m the one
While we’re lying in the sun
Would you sign it on a piece of paper? Do you know what you’re about? Could we live beyond our doubts
In a world where we don’t need erasers?

Watsky – Feels Alright Lyrics

(Huh? Huh?)
Feels alright
Feels alright
Feels alright
[Outro]
Pretty nice, huh? Huh? Is my heart ripped out or just shriveled up? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel? Does it feel fucked up? Add water and it’s back like a brine shrimp
Rob, pimp, fuck, steal, murder, limp by, scrimp
Welcome to your life, kid, rock bottom shithole
Grab a shovel, dig down, try to hit coal
Santa’s in the North Pole doing fentanyl
No more good little boys so he meant to kill himself
But he couldn’t find a vein with the hot steel
He couldn’t find himself at all, bitch, he’s not real
[Chorus]
Does it feel fucked up? Eyes wide open, let me know what you hear
Might be a slight ringin’ in your ears
[Refrain]
It’s check-in time, how does it feel? We can go on for days like that [Verse 1]
Did the bull crush me or do I still give a fuck? Huh? Huh? Does it feel fucked up? Huh? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel? Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Does it feel fucked up? [Verse 2]
I’d be real dumb if I seem super
Every day we’re diggin’ out our souls with an ice cream scooper
Visine might clean our tears
But I fear you’d be worse off if your sight’s clear
Don’t like the view here, all my pyros
Go fill your eye droppers up with some nitro’
‘Glycerin, discipline, steady with the hand
Wanna have your mind blown, ready for a bang?

Watsky – Fuck It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh no, hey
Oh no, hey
[Chorus]
Excuse me while I fuck it up
Please excuse me while I fuck it up
Excuse me while I fuck it up
Fuckin’
[Verse 1]
Wanna crash in slow-mo (Oh no)
Repeat our patterns and blow, oh no
I’m all plaid, you’re all mad
The amateur saboteur’s ’bout to go pro
What I know is that the people aren’t runnin’ the show
Any minute to another they come and they go
And they never gonna get what the government owe
So do what you gotta to pick up enough of the dough
I don’t see the benefit of us comin’ to blows
Give it a second, honey, I bet I’ll be stubbin’ my toe
What we got doesn’t come by a lot
So we shoot every shot to work it out
But I’m dumb in love, out of touch
Is it too much or not enough? [Chorus]
Please excuse me while I fuck it up
Please excuse me while I fuck it up
I was just getting to know you
[Verse 2]
Wanna burn the house down (Oh yeah)
Pack up and get outta town (Oh yeah)
Drive without turning around
Arrive ridin’ the waves and hold hands while we drown
Ain’t no limit, never heard of high ceilings
Never timid, it’s a certified G thing
Even after getting thirty-five bee stings
Still the motherfucker wouldn’t hurt a fly’s feelings
But being nice is sometimes not so nice
It’s not so nice, no, no (Nice)
Got dropped, didn’t stop
I was caught up in my life like
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter batter
Hey, better suck it up, buttercup
But I’d rather not look sharp
I was lookin’ out for love and I puckered up
Better buckle up ’cause I fuck it up again and again
And I’m sick of thinking of my stupid-ass heart each time
[Pre-Chorus]
Every time, every time, every time
Every time, every time, every time
Every time, every time, every time
[Chorus]
Excuse me while I fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Please excuse me while I fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Please excuse me while I fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Again
Fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Excuse me while I fuck it up (Every time, every time, every time)
Again
[Outro]
Yeah
Hey
Hey, again
Hoo

Comethazine – GUSHER GUTS Lyrics

[Intro]
Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch
Is that Shoki on the beat? I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
[Verse]
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I’m letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo’ right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup that I’m pourin’ the drop
And drink it fast, bitch, I be sippin’ a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these niggas
Got ’em mad, now they wishin’ a nigga would stop
When I run down on a nigga
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don’t try to clown me, lil’ nigga
You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop
[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

Waka Flocka Flame – Turn Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Fatality
Whoo Kid
Silence
Fatality
[Chorus]
I be divin’ in the crowd, shake my dreads, actin’ wild
Came through lit to blow loud, too turned up, I can’t turn down
I be divin’ in the crowd, shake my dreads, actin’ wild
Came through lit to blow loud, too turned up, I can’t turn down
Can’t turn down, can’t turn down, can’t turn down, can’t turn down
Can’t turn down, can’t turn down, can’t turn down, can’t turn down
Can’t turn down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
[Post-Chorus]
(Whoo Kid), turn up
Turn up
(Whoo Kid)
Turn up
[Interlude]
Fatality
Woo
[Verse]
I be divin’ in the crowd, shake my dreads, actin’ wild
Came through lit to blow loud, too turned up, I can’t turn down
All I wanna do is party, my head keep on spinnin’ ’round
Baby girl, why don’t you bust me, drop it to the ground
[Chorus]
I be divin’ in the crowd, shake my dreads, actin’ wild
Came through lit to blow loud, too turned up, I can’t turn down
I be divin’ in the crowd, shake my dreads, actin’ wild
Came through lit to blow loud, too turned up, I can’t turn down
Can’t turn down, can’t turn down, can’t turn down, can’t turn down
Can’t turn down, can’t turn down, can’t turn down, can’t turn down
Can’t turn down, down, down, down (Let’s get ready to rumble)
[Post-Chorus]
Turn up
Up
Up
Turn up
Up
Up
Up
[Outro]
Fatality

Waka Flocka Flame – Frosted Leaf Lyrics

(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
So won’t nobody be trippin’
[Outro: Watch The Duck & Waka Flocka Flame]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Brick Squad! (Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there? (Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there? Ooh, ooh, ooh
Whoo Kid
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Fatality Don’t you wanna go there? [Intro]
Whoo Kid
DatPiff.com world premiere
[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
I’ma throw some good vibes out there
So won’t nobody be trippin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there? So won’t nobody be trippin’
[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Hawaiian snow under the microscope
Greenhouse, Red Light, about to eat smoke
No laws, I feel so free there
Zero violence, weed all in the air
I’m ’bout to hit Bob Marley’s shop
Roll a big spliff with some Guinness style
No cameras in the Red Light
And them girls get tested by the government, and every night
Eat a weed brownie and catch a sex show
Guy in a gorilla suit fuck a nympho
Roll up, I feel so free here
Bongs made of ice, smoke the best weed here
But it’s time to leave here
Next stop London, bruv got a nigga in
And I left 50 bags in the ‘telly
To call my office up, just to fuckin’ tell me
[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
You know, they thought I was booked for two more days in Amsterdam in the Grand Hotel
I left 50 bags of weed there, you know, but…
They called me up to tell me I left my weed
I was in London, I can’t bring that shit on the plane, you know? (Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there? Whoo Kid
[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
Wanna go somewhere
Where all my niggas is just livin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there?

KYLE – Playinwitme (Korean Remix) Lyrics

You been on that new stuff
And I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? Yeah
Who? I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund (refund)
I’ma need that time back, yeah
[Outro: KYLE]
Da-da-da I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I’ma need that time back
[Verse 1: KYLE]
You say you’ll try
I’ve heard that line a thousand times before
I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
Yeah, why you tryna play me? I ain’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund
‘Cause I’ma need that time back
[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? [Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? [Bridge: Jay Park & KYLE]
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? (yeah, yeah)
You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? Yeah
Yeah
I been on the same shit
[Chorus: Jay Park, KYLE, Jay Park & KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? You been on that new stuff
And I been on that same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? You bein’ a different you and I’m bein’ the same me
You coulda had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby
[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? (With me, with me)
I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
I’ma need that time back
[Verse 2: Jay Park]
[Chorus: Jay Park]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?

Billie Eilish – WHEN I WAS OLDER Lyrics

[Chorus]
When I was older
I was a sailor
On an open sea
But now I’m underwater
And my skin is paler
Than it should ever be
Mhm
[Verse]
I’m on my back again
Dreaming of a time and place
Where you and I remain the best of friends
Even after all this ends
Can we pretend? I’m on my-
I’m on my back again
It seems more and more
Like all we ever do is see
How far it bends
Before it breaks in half and then
We bend it back again
[Pre-Chorus]
Guess I got caught in the middle of it
Yes I’ve been taught, got a little of it
In my blood, in my blood
Memories burn like a forest fire
Heavy rain turns any funeral pyre
Tonight, in the flames
[Chorus]
When I was older
I was a sailor
On an open sea
But now I’m underwater
And my skin is paler
Than it should ever be
[Bridge]
I’m watching movies back to back
In black and white, I never
Seen everybody do it like I do it any better
Then going over you, I’m overdue for no endeavors
Nobody lonely like I’m lonely and I don’t know whether
You’d really like it in the limelight
You’d sympathize with all the bad guys
I’m still a victim on my own right
But I’m the villain in my own eyes
[Outro]
When I was older
I was a sailor
On an open sea

Aminé – Hungry Hippo (Remix) Lyrics

[Outro]
She likes my diamonds and my pearls
I said “thanks my girl designed it” Does the ice you rock make you painless? [Intro]
Let’s just
Let’s ju-
Let’s just do this and quit acting like
We ain’t got life
Let’s just do this
It’s the remix baby (let’s just do this)
[Chorus]
She likes my diamonds and my pearls
I said “thanks my girl designed it”
Amine might just steal your girl
If you call me Trey Songz I don’t mind it
Trying, west side n***a I am
Liking, the way that you move
The way that you move
It’s the way that you move
[Verse]
I’m on south beach
Tryna leave
High as hell need vacancy
Got a flight that I gotta catch
So sober up for security
You know TSA don’t play
These rappers get the pj
But they don’t make pj weight
It’s sad cause it’s so fake
My nigga why you
Fucking your commas up? Spending a grand on lunch
You gonna be broke with that kinda stuff
You ain’t even bought your mama shit
But you gotta spend cause you wanna look rich
This LA living got you changing
You out here shining on these niggas like you stainless
You out here ballin on these niggas, Calvin Cambridge
Aye tell me, is this life you live worth it?

Migos – Call Mama Lyrics

[Bridge: French Montana]
Got so high to call mama
So high to call mama
Make a way, let me bust a dance move
Make a way, let me bust a dance move
Pull up on a boulevard
Straight to the point, I don’t talk
I got a coupe, I can’t park
All my dogs go hard
[Chorus: Quavo]
I threw the money, told her “look back at it”
I threw the money, told her “look back at it”
She make that booty bounce like a jack rabbit
She make that booty bounce like a jack rabbit
She all about the money, I ain’t mad at you
She all about the money, I ain’t mad at you
If you all ’bout the money, I ain’t mad at you
If you all ’bout the money, I ain’t mad at you
[Verse 1: Quavo]
I just want to see lil’ mama
Bounce that ass like a drummer
Because I got an anaconda
She do what ever I wanna
I wanna go and tell my mama
Her hair so long like Rapunzel
She told me don’t eat your lasagna
So I gotta listen to my mama
[Bridge: French Montana]
Got so high to call mama
So high to call mama
Make a way, let me bust a dance move
Make a way, let me bust a dance move
Pull up on a boulevard
Straight to the point, I don’t talk
I got a coupe, I can’t park
All my dogs go hard
[Chorus: Quavo]
I threw the money, told her “look back at it”
I threw the money, told her “look back at it”
She make that booty bounce like a jack rabbit
She make that booty bounce like a jack rabbit
She all about the money, I ain’t mad at you
She all about the money, I ain’t mad at you
If you all ’bout the money, I ain’t mad at you
If you all ’bout the money, I ain’t mad at you
[Verse 2: French Montana]
If you all about the money, I ain’t mad at you
Long as I throw it up, you look back at it
Got me coming back like a crack addict
I take a night off and I’m back at it
[Bridge: French Montana]
Got so high to call mama
So high to call mama
Make a way, let me bust a dance move
Make a way, let me bust a dance move
Pull up on a boulevard
Straight to the point, I don’t talk
I got a coupe, I can’t park
All my dogs go hard
[Chorus: Quavo]
I threw the money, told her “look back at it”
I threw the money, told her “look back at it”
She make that booty bounce like a jack rabbit
She make that booty bounce like a jack rabbit
She all about the money, I ain’t mad at you
She all about the money, I ain’t mad at you
If you all ’bout the money, I ain’t mad at you
If you all ’bout the money, I ain’t mad at you

Chris Brown – Heaven on Earth Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Woah, oh, woah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I believe in angels like I believe in you and I
And baby, I believe in God just as much as I believe you’re mine
See, girl, the way the stars are shining on us make me feel like this is bigger than us
So why wait until I die? Oh, woah, yeah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You got the kinda smile that make me wanna make you laugh forever, ever, ever, ever
I’m bet that when I’m turning 99, we’ll be together, gether, gether
I found Heaven on Earth, Earth, Earth, Earth, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Found Heaven on Earth, Earth, Earth, Earth
I found Heaven on Earth
[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
I found Heaven on Earth, no lie, Heaven on Earth, no lie
‘Stead of hanging out at the club all night, I’ma just stay inside
I found Heaven on Earth, no lie, Heaven on Earth, no lie
‘Stead of hanging out at the club all night, I’ma just let you ride
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Eric Bellinger]
You got the kinda smile that make me wanna make you laugh forever, ever, ever, ever (You got, laugh forever)
I’m bet that when I’m turning 99, we’ll be together, gether, gether (We’ll be together, woo)
I found Heaven on Earth, Earth, Earth, Earth, hey (Earth)
Hey, hey, hey
Found Heaven on Earth, Earth, Earth, Earth (I found Heaven on Earth)
I found Heaven on Earth Oh, woah, yeah
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Chris Brown]
You got the kinda smile that make me wanna make you laugh forever, ever, ever, ever
I’m bet that when I’m turning 99, we’ll be together, gether, gether
I found Heaven on Earth, Earth, Earth, Earth, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Found Heaven on Earth, Earth, Earth, Earth
I found Heaven on Earth
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I done been through hell but you see, I make it out alive, oh, no
I’m used to the darkness, so go ‘head and turn off them lights
See, girl the way the sun is shining on us, I feel like this is bigger than love
So why wait until I die?

Zara Larsson – Confession Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just wanna live, like I wanna live
I don’t wanna hurt nobody
You know what it is, just a little? But it really don’t mean a thing
Pull up with my girls, livin’ with my girls
And I don’t know where you gon’ fit in
Blessin’ and a curse, I’mma be the first
To take take this like this
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know what you do? But I never know what the night brings
And love is all about timing, yeah
[Chorus]
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
I got a confession, got a confession
[Bridge]
Got a confession, got a confession
Got a confession, got a confession
Got a confession, got a confession
[Chorus]
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
I got a confession, got a confession But I never know what the night brings
And love is all about timing
[Chorus]
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
I got a confession, got a confession
[Verse 2]
Can we just live in the moment
Not worry about where it’s going
Don’t get too deep, baby focus, focus
I know I can be deceiving
Don’t be caught up in your feelings
Just ’cause I gave you that feeling
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know what you do?

Lil Skies – Real Ties Lyrics

[Intro]
People knowing that we lit, n***a
They knowing that we lit
[Verse]
Switch flows
Switch cars, I switch hoes
My shit goes
Ready to pop like crystal
These diamonds on me dancin’ like we at the disco
No red light
You hear the shots, come and get low, ’cause
[Chorus]
Money coming in, people knowing that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon die for this shit
That’s some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain’t no surprise, they all love you when you rich
Money coming in, people knowing that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon die for this shit
That’s some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain’t no surprise, they all love you when you rich
[Verse]
Rich as a bitch
Money coming in, my pocket Lilo and Stitch
Flooded the Patek, you see it shine on my wrist
You’d think I was a mess, I’m living my life like this
Put her in Chanel, she taking flights on a trip
I turn up at my show, get the bag, and then I dip
Lil n***a, I got my weight up
Flexing on the competition who tried to play us
Now we on, you n****s just gotta pay up
And I ain’t done, I’m balling like I layup

Depeche Mode – World Full of Nothing Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Close, naked, skin on skin
Tears are falling
Tears of joy
Her first boy
His first girl
Makes a change
[Chorus]
In a world full of nothing
Though it’s not love, it means something
[Verse 2]
She’s lonely
And he says it’s for her only
That he lusts
She doesn’t trust him
Nothing is true
But he will do
[Chorus]
In a world full of nothing
Though it’s not love, it means something
[Bridge]
It’s easy to slip away and believe it all
It’s easy to slip away and believe it all
It’s easy to slip away and believe it all
It’s easy to slip away and believe it all
[Outro]
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something

Yung Bans – In My Underwear Lyrics

[Intro: Baka]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
[Chorus]
Yeah, slidin’ down yo block, big Glock in my underwear
Police pull me over right now, I’m gon’ get the chair
This a dirty game, if you gon’ play, you gotta stay aware
Niggas doin’ all that talkin’, ain’t no action, how I know you scared
Takin’ trips, private jet, fly the goons to Paris
All this damn… damn designer I don’t even wear it
Came straight out the jungle, lions, tigers, bears, I ain’t scared
My aura different, just somethin’ ’bout me, niggas can’t compare
[Verse 1]
Ayy, yeah, niggas be singin’ like PnB Rock
Yellow duct tape, we don’t need no chalk
Put holes in a nigga, look like Crocs
Bird gang shit, all the birds gon’ flock
Be with them eagles, a couple of hawks
My niggas deceivin’ like fuck what you thought
Ain’t sparin’ these niggas, I’m takin’ ’em all
No love for a bitch, I just bust in her jaw
Fuck that bitch so good I can cheat, she ain’t gon’ go nowhere
Try to snatch these chains, you gon’ die, nigga, I double dare
Popped too many Percs like it’s J, I don’t do no heroin
My heart in the streets ’til I die like we fuckin’ married
I know these broke ass niggas can’t stand me (Ooh, they can’t stand me)
I got a stick, that bitch come in handy (Come in, come in handy)
I’m so hot, don’t know how I’m landin’ (Don’t know how I’m landing)
Before you judge, try to understand me
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Yeah, slidin’ down yo block, big Glock in my underwear
Police pull me over right now, I’m gon’ get the chair
This a dirty game, if you gon’ play, you gotta stay aware
Niggas doin’ all that talkin’, ain’t no action, how I know you scared
Takin’ trips, private jet, fly the goons to Paris
All this damn… damn designer I don’t even wear it
Came straight out the jungle, lions, tigers, bears, I ain’t scared
My aura different, just somethin’ ’bout me, niggas can’t compare