Zayn Malik It's You Lyrics

Zayn Malik It's You Lyrics
She got, she got, she got
Her own reason...for talking to me
She don't, she don't, she don't...give a fuck
About what I need
And I can't tell you why
Because my brain can't equate it

Tell me your lies
Because I just can't face it...

It's you, it's you
It's you
It's you, it's you
It's you

I won't, I won't, I won't!
Cover the scar
I'll let it be
So my silence
So my silence won't
Be mistaken for believing
Am I wrong for wanting us to make it?

Tell me your lies
Because I just can't face it

It's you, it's you
It's you
It's you, it's you
It's you

Could it be that it's a lesson?
That I never had to learn
I looked at it like a blessing
And now it's just a curse
I don't know why
I don't know why
You, it's you

It's you, it's you
It's you
It's you, it's you

(It's you....)

KANYE WEST LYRICS album: "The Life Of Pablo" (2016)

KANYE WEST LYRICS
album: "The Life Of Pablo" (2016)

Kanye West Ultra Light Beams
(feat. Chance The Rapper, Kelly Price & The-Dream)

[Natalie is Great:]
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We want the lord, he’s sick
My [?] hand over [?]
Jesus Christ have mercy
Yes darling
Hallelujah [x2]

[Hook - Kanye West & The-Dream:]
I'm tryna keep my faith
On an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need
You know we need it
You know we need it
And I'mma need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is God dream
This is everything
This is everything

[The-Dream:]
I'm tryna keep my faith
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war
I'm tryna keep my faith

[Kelly Price:]
So why send depression not blessings?
Why, oh why'd you do me wrong? (more)
You persecute the weak
Because it makes you feel so strong
(To save) Don’t have much strength to fight
So I look to the light
(Lord) To make these wrongs turn right
Head up high, I look to the light
Hey, cause I know that you'll make everything alright
And I know that you'll take good care of your child
Oh, no longer am afraid of the night
Cause I, I look to the light

[Chance The Rapper:]
When they come for you
I will shield your name
I will field their questions
I will feel your pain
They don’t know
They don’t, they don’t know
They don’t know
Foot on the Devil’s neck ‘til they drifted Pangaea
I’m moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia
Treat the demons just like Pam
I mean I fuck with your friends but damn Gina
I been this way since Arthur was anteater
Now they wanna hit me with the woo-wap the bam
Tryna send photos of familia
My daughter look just like Sia, you can’t see her
You can feel the lyrics and spirit coming in braille
Timing of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail
You said let’s do a good ass job with Chance three
I heard you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let’s make it so free and the bar so hard
That a day one gosh darn part you can’t tweet
This is my part, nobody else speak
This is my part nobody else speak
This little light of mine
Glory be to god yeah
I’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go
If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them raincoats
Know what God said when he made the first rainbow
Just throw this at the end and fuckin’ wait for the April
Ugh, I’m just having fun with it
You know that a nigga was lost
I laugh in my head
Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt
Ugh, cause that left a script on your ass like Wesley and Spike
You cannot mess with the light
Look at lil Chano from 79

[Hook - Kanye West:]
I'm tryna keep my faith
On an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need
You know we need it
You know we need it
And I'mma need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need
You know we need it
You know we need it
And I'mma need you now
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents

[The-Dream:]
(Yes darling
Hallelujah)
I'm tryna keep my faith
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war
I'm tryna keep my faith

[Kirk Franklin:]
Father this prayer is for everyone that feels they’re not good enough
This prayer’s for everybody that feels like they’re too messed up
For everyone who feels they said they’ve said sorry too many times
You can never go too far when you can’t come back home again
That's why I need faith
Lord, save, war


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Kanye West Father Stretch My Hands, Pt. 1 & Pt. 2
(feat. Kid Cudi & Future)

[Intro - Pastor T.L. Barrett:]
You're the only power
You're the only power that can
You're the only power
You're the only power that can, ohhhh
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh

[Future:]
If young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you

[Hook - Kid Cudi:]
Beautiful morning, give me some in morning baby
Nothing unwanted
Beautiful morning, give me some in morning baby
Nothing unwanted

[Bridge - Kanye West:]
Just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
If I ever instigated I’m sorry
Tell me who in here can relate

[Verse 1 - Kanye West:]
Now if I fuck this model
And she just bleached her asshole
And I get bleach on my T-shirt
I'mma feel like an asshole
I was high when I met her
We was down in Tribeca
She get under your skin if you let her
She get under your skin if you-uh
I don't even want to talk about it
I don't even want to talk about it
I don't even want to say nothing
Everybody gon' say something
I'd be worried if they said nothing
Remind me where I know you from?
She looking like she owe you some
You know just what we want
I want to wake up with you in my eyes

[Hook - Kid Cudi:]
Beautiful morning, give me some in morning baby
Nothing unwanted
Beautiful morning, give me some in morning baby
Nothing unwanted

[Bridge - Kanye West:]
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
If I ever instigated I’m sorry
Tell me who in here can relate, I, I, I
(Perfect)

[Verse - Kanye West:]
Up in the morning, miss you bad
Sorry I ain't called you back
The same problem that my father had
All his time, all he had, all he had
In what what he dreamed
All his cash, market crashed
Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that
Drops some stacks pops is good
Momma pass in Hollywood
If you ask, lost my soul
Driving fast, lost control
Off the road, jaw was broke
'Member we all was broke
'Member I'm coming back
And I'll be taking all the stacks

[Verse 3 - Desiigner:]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scanners
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I’m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the mocho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me

[Bridge - Kanye West:]
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
Taking all the stacks, oh
Stacks, oh
Taking all the stacks, oh

[Verse 4 - Desiigner:]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and sipping Fanta
Credit cards and the scanners
Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner
Whole buncha lot of shit
They be asking round town who be clappin shit
I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killing on camera

How can I find you?
Who do you turn to?
How do I find you?


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Kanye West Freestyle 4

[Hook:]
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can't make me
Even if the money low, can't pay me
Even if the money low, can't play me

[Hook:]
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I've been outta my mind a long time
I've been outta my mind a long time
I’ve be saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I'm on time

[Hook:]
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We 'bout to get this paper

I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain't crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I'm a Chicago south sider
I'm a Chicago south sider

[Hook:]
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It's time to get the paper

I've been outta my mind a long time
I've been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA's mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up and the cops shot us

Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I'm the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!


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Kanye West Famous
(feat. Rihanna & Swizz Beatz)

[Intro - Rihanna & Kanye West:]
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

[Verse 1 - Kanye West & Swizz Beatz:]
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous
God damn
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's bests
Why? They mad they ain't famous
God damn
They mad they're still nameless
(Talk that talk man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous
God damn
Yeah we still hood famous

[Hook - Rihanna & Swizz Beatz:]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up Mr West
I just wanted you to know

[Verse 2 - Kanye West & Swizz Beatz:]
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin'
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin'
She be Puerto Rican day parade wavin'
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

[Hook - Rihanna:]
I just wanted you to know

[Bridge - Sister Nancy & Swizz Beatz:]
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
'ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now, let me see you ladies in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this mother fucker
'ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin', how you feelin,
how you feelin' in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can't do it stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can't stop the thing now
'ey what a bam bam
Man it's way too late,
it's way too late, it's way too late you can't
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everyone's hands in the air like this
'ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam


I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know


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Kanye West Highlights
(feat. Young Thug & The-Dream)

You want me to give you a testimony about my life, and how good he's been to me. I don't know what to tell you about him, I love him so much with all my heart and my soul with every bone in my body I love him so much because he's done so much for me. No matter what you've been through or where you've been he's always there, with his arms open wide accepting me for who I am and I love him so much, I couldn't do it without him I wouldn't want to. I'm crying now, it feels so good to be free, to be accepted for who you are and loved no matter what, oh lord thank you, you are the joy of my life

[Young Thug & Kanye West:]
High lights
Tell my baby I'm back in town
High lights
Tell everybody I'm back in town
High lights
Tell my baby I'm back in town
High lights
We only making the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to be mine
We only making the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to be mine
Can we play that back one time?
And after that night I’m gon' wanna play shit back, I don't know
Sometimes I'm wishing that my dick had GoPro
So I could play that shit back in slo-mo
Just shot a shot an amateur video I think I should, go pro
We only making the highlights
We only making the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to be mine

[Carole King:]
One life, one night
High lights
Living the life 'til I die

[Kanye West:]
I bet me and Ray J would be friends
If we ain't love the same bitch
Yeah, he might have hit it first
Only problem is I'm rich
Uh, 21 Grammys superstar family
We the new Jackson's and momma 'bout that action
I'm about that Farrakhan
Life is a marathon
I'ma shift the paradigm
I'm turn a baby down
I'ma bust a coach's head open on some Diddy shit
If he ever talk to my son like an idiot
One time for a nigga really getting it
Two times cause we got the whole city lit
Advice to all my niggas, impregnate Bridget
Soon as she have a baby she gon' make another nigga
Got the food in Islam and the trenches hah?
Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian hah?
She spent her whole check on some Christians
And that girl ain't even religious
Walking, living, breathing, girl you know my past well
Hard to believe in God your nigga got killed
Blac Chyna fuckin' Rob, help him with the weight
I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate
So when I'm on vacay, I need to kick back
You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack?
I need every bad bitch up in equinox
I need to know right know if you a freak or not
I need every bad bitch up in equinox
I need to know right know if you a freak or not

[Carole King & The-Dream:]
I need every bad bitch up in equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
I need every bad bitch up in equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
Oh lord, oh lord


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Kanye West Feedback
This that rap god shit nigga
I rip every one of these motherfuckers down
Aye, rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah

Close eyes, see things
Fire up, tweaking
You're my freak dreams
You're my freak dreams
Bad bitch, you dig that
Get stacks, drive cars
Whip that, bitch out
Tits out, oh shit
My dick out, can she suck it right now?
Fuck, can she fuck right now?
I done asked twice now
Can you bring your price down?
Lil Boosie with the wipe down
A little woozy but a nice night
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the, what the fuck right now?
What if we fuck right now?
What if we fucked right in the middle
Of this motherfuckin' dinner table
What if we just fucked up this whole party
Would we be the life of the whole party?
Shut down the whole party
Would everybody stop buggin'?
Would everybody stop buggin'?
Would everybody stop buggin'? They don't want nothin'
You motherfuckers living like half of your level, half of your life
I smack her on her ass if she ghetto, I ain't gon' lie
We be in the bathroom fucking like baby don't get too loud
I can, I can sing it, yeah

[Hook:]
I need you right now
I need you right now, I need you right now
I need you right now
I need you right now, I need you right now
I need you right now
I need you right now, I need you right now
I need you right now

I miss the old Kanye, shit from the gold Kanye
Talking 'bout the soul Kanye, set all his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I'd like to say at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See I invented Kanye, there wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanye's
I used to love Kanye
I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye
What if Kanye made a song about Kanye
Called "I miss the old Kanye"
Man that would be so Kanye, that's all it was Kanye
We still love Kanye and I love you like Kanye loves Kanye


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Kanye West FML
(feat. The Weeknd & Travis Scott)

[Verse 1 - Kanye West:]
I been waiting for a minute
For my, lady
So I can’t jeopardize that for one of these hoes
I been living without limits
As far as my business
I'm the only one that's in control
I been feeling all I’m giving
For my children
I will die for those I love
God I’m willing
To make this my mission
Give up the women
Before I lose half of what I own
I been thinking
About my vision
Pour out my feelings
Revealing the layers to my soul, my soul
The layers to my soul
Revealing the layers to my soul

[Hook - The Weeknd:]
Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up
Can’t let them get to me
And even though I always fuck my life up
Only I can mention me

[Verse 2 - Kanye West:]
See before I let you go, one last thing I need to let you know
You ain’t never seen nothing crazier than
This nigga when he off his Lexapro
Remember that last time in Mexico
Remember that like time the episode
Asking me why the hell I text in code
Four times that you say don’t text me hoe
Told you four times don’t test me hoe
Now we finna lose all self control
But you ain’t finna be raising your voice at me
Especially when we in the Giuseppe store
But I’mma have the last laugh in the end
Cause I’m from a tribe called check a hoe
But I’mma have the laugh in the end
Cause I’m from a tribe called check a hoe
And I...

[Hook - The Weeknd:]
Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up
Can’t let them get to me
And even though I always fuck my life up
Only I can mention me
Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up
Can’t let them get to me
And even though I always fuck my life up
Only I can mention me

[Kanye West:]
Do you feel the hand
On a level above the hands
Throw them, throw them away
Don’t stop your loving
Don’t stop for nothing
No, no don’t stop it
They always wanna
They don’t wanna see me love you
They don’t wanna see me love you
They don’t wanna see me love you
They don’t wanna see me love you
On a level above the hands
Throw them, throw them away
Life is a feeling


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Kanye West Fade
(feat. Post Malone & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro - Rare Earth:]
Your love is fadin'
Your love is fadin'
Your love is fadin'
I feel it's fadin'

[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign & Rare Earth:]
Know it ain't no wrong
I feel it's fadin'
I think I think too much
I feel it's fadin'
Ain't nobody watchin'
I feel it's fadin'
I just fade away

[Bridge - Rare Earth & Ty Dolla $ign:]
I feel it...
Fade away
I feel it...
I feel it...
Fade away-ay-ay-ay
I think I think too much
I feel it...
Your love is fadin'
I feel it...

[Verse 1 - Kanye West & Rare Earth:]
Roll up, roll up
Hold up, hold up
Po' up, po' up
I feel it
I love her, I want her
I'm tryna fuck her
I feel it
I'ma rock the boat
Work the middle 'til it hurt a little
I feel it
Your love is fadin'
I feel it

[Bridge - Ty Dolla $ign & Rare Earth:]
Fuckin' with a real ass nigga
I feel it
Fuck how you feel ass nigga
I feel it
Bitch better act like you know better
I feel it
Woah

[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign & Rare Earth:]
Know it ain't no wrong
I feel it's fadin'
I think I think too much
I feel it's fadin'
Ain't nobody watchin'
I feel it's fadin'
I just fade away
I feel it's fadin'

[Verse 2 - Post Malone:]
You don't even know
I've been so far gone
I've been so led on
I've been runnin' 'round
I've been on my shit
Whole world on my dick
I just need to know
I can feel it

[Bridge - Ms. Barbara Tucker & Rare Earth:]
Deep inside
Deep, deep, down inside
I feel it
Deep inside
Deep, deep, down inside
I feel it
Deep inside
Deep, deep, down inside
I feel it
Deep inside
Deep, deep, down inside
I feel it
Deep inside
Deep, deep, down inside
I feel it
Deep inside
Deep, deep, down inside
I feel it
Deep inside
Deep, deep, down inside
I feel it
Deep inside
Deep, deep, down inside
I feel it's fadin'

[Outro - Rare Earth:]
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it's fadin'
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I can feel it


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Kanye West Real Friends
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Kanye West:]
Real friends, how many of us?
How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends
It's not many of us, we smile at each other
But how many honest? Trust issues
Switched up the number, I can't be bothered
I cannot blame you for havin' an angle
I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing
Hope you're doin' your thing too
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
Fuck the church up, I'm drinkin' at the communion
Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined
In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'?
Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom
I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you're not the problem
Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday
Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place?
When was the last time I remembered a birthday?
When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry?

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime
Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime
Even when we was young I used to make time
Now we be way too busy just to make time
Even for my...

[Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign:]
Real friends
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him

I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was
Couldn't tell you how old your son is
I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg
Plus I already got one kid
Couldn't tell you much about the fam though
I just showed up for the yams though
Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister
Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business
You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit?
Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with
Please don't pressure me with that bill shit
Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children
Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me
Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me
It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries
To be honest, dawg I ain't feelin' your energy
Money turn your kin into an enemy
Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be

Lookin' for all my real friends
How many of us? How many of us are real friends
To real friends, to the real end
'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin
To 3 A.M., callin'
How many real friends?
Just to ask you a question
Just to see how you was feelin'
How many?
For the last you was frontin'
I hate when a nigga text you like, "what's up, fam, oh you good?"
You say, "I'm good" then great, the next text they ask you for somethin'
How many?
What's best for your family, immediate or extended
Any argument, the media'll extend it
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him
Real friends
Huh?

Real friends
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him


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Kanye West Wolves
(feat. Sia & Vic Mensa)

[Hook - Kanye West:]
Lost and beat up
Dancin', down there
I found you, somewhere out
Right 'round there, right right there
Lost and beat up
Down there, dancin'
I found you, somewhere out
Right down there, right 'round there

[Verse 1 - Kanye West:]
Lost and, found now
Turn down, I'm lost
Daddy, found out
How you turned out, how you turned out
If mama knew now
How you turned out
You too wild, you too wild
You too wild, you too wild
I need you now
I do, love you
Found you, found you
Right now, right now
Right now, right now
If your mama, knew now
How you turned out
You too wild
You too wild, you too wild
You too wild, and I need you now
Lost and found now

[Bridge - Vic Mensa:]
I, I'm not sorry
Cry, you'll be sorry when this Hennessey
Don't fool yourself
Your eyes don't lie, you're much too good to be true
Don't fire fight
Yeah I feel you burning, everything's burning
Don't fly too high
Your wings might melt, you're much too good to be true
I'm just, bad for you
I'm just bad, bad, bad for you
Don't fool yourself
Your eyes don't lie, you're much too good to be true
Don't fire fight
Yeah I feel you burning, everything's burning
Don't fly too high
Your wings might melt, you're much too good to be true
I'm just, bad for you
I'm just bad, bad, bad for you
I'm just bad, bad, bad for you

[Hook - Kanye West:]
Lost and beat up
Dancin', down there
I found you, somewhere out
Right 'round there, right right there
Lost and beat up
Down there, dancin'
I found you, somewhere out
Right down there, right 'round there

[Verse 2 - Sia:]
I was lost and, beat up
Turned out, burned up
You found me, through a heartache
Knowin', you were drawn in
I was lost and, beat up
I was warm flesh, unseasoned
You found me, in your gaze
Oh I found me, or Jesus
I was too wild, I was too wild
I was too wild, I was too wild
I was too wild, I was too wild
Amongst the yellow eyes

[Bridge - Vic Mensa:]
I, I'm not sorry
Cry, you'll be sorry when this Hennessey
Don't fool yourself
Your eyes don't lie, you're much too good to be true
Don't fire fight
Yeah I feel you burning, everything's burning
Don't fly too high
Your wings might melt, you're much too good to be true
I'm just, bad for you
I'm just bad, bad, bad for you
Don't fool yourself
Your eyes don't lie, you're much too good to be true
Don't fire fight
Yeah I feel you burning, everything's burning
Don't fly too high
Your wings might melt, you're much too good to be true
I'm just, bad for you
I'm just bad, bad, bad for you
I'm just bad, bad, bad for you

Elton John Lyrics album: "Wonderful Crazy Night" (2016)

Elton John Lyrics
album: "Wonderful Crazy Night" (2016)

Wonderful Crazy Night
Ice cubes on the back of your neck
Warm wind blowing through the parking lot
A radio humming in every car, and it feels like the clocks have stopped

Calypso moon just cast its spell
We grabbed that magic just because
We remember and never forget what a wonderful crazy night that was

Some things you don't forget, some things just take a hold
A wonderful crazy night like that takes you back, won't let you go
Someday if you're asking all about the key to love
I'd say that wonderful night
What a wonderful crazy night it was, yeah

Loose clothes and a cool, cool drink
A greasy breeze from the chicken stand
Hearts on fire just one last time, a wishbone snapping in every hand

Some things you don't forget, some things just take a hold
A wonderful crazy night like that takes you back, won't let you go
Someday if you're asking all about the key to love
I'd say that wonderful night
What a wonderful crazy night it was

We found a place to feel it, we knew where we were at
Stop the bar, don't have a future, don't everybody need a life like that

Ice cubes on the back of your neck
Warm wind blowing through the parking lot
We remember and never forget what a wonderful crazy night that was

Some things you don't forget, some things just take a hold
A wonderful crazy night like that takes you back, won't let you go
Someday if you're asking all about the key to love
I'd say that wonderful night
What a wonderful crazy night it was


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In The Name Of You
Got a penny in my pocket
And a dollar in my hand
But I'll drop it in your tin cup
Cause you were a one man band
If I could make a million
On some TV show
On the roulette wheel
In a great big casino

I'd go ahead and do it
But only if I knew
I could go ahead and claim it
In the name of you
Whatever worth I'd choose
Whatever tricks I'd use
I would find a way to claim it
In the name of you

I got my favorite hat
With that snakeskin band
When you need a little shake
I've put it in your hands
To the bottom of the ocean
I would surely dive
To find the oldest oyster
With the biggest pearl inside

I'd go ahead and do it
But only if I knew
I could go ahead and claim it
In the name of you
Whatever worth I'd choose
Whatever tricks I'd use
I would find a way to claim it
In the name of you

I'd claim a confront
I'd claim a tune
All the undiscovered territory
Out there beyond the moon

I'd go ahead and do it
But only if I knew
I could go ahead and claim it
In the name of you
Whatever worth I'd choose
Whatever tricks I'd use
I would find a way to claim it
In the name of you

I'd go ahead and do it
But only if I knew
I could go ahead and claim it
In the name of you
Whatever worth I'd choose
Whatever tricks I'd use
I would find a way to claim it
In the name of you
In the name of you
In the name of you

In the name of you
In the name of you
In the name of you
Oh yeah
Oh yeah


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Claw Hammer
You're holding back
You're hard to read
Your a 21st century kind
You're lighting fast
Built for speed
A tight lipped modern mind
An architect
Of grand romance
You're a mystery of disguise
You're holed up in your house
Just waiting for the fire
You're buttoned down
All sown up
You're an ontological soul
Cold hard truth
Only proof
What we already know

You're gonna need a claw hammer
Oh my Lord
To bust on through
And break down your walls
Loosen your lips
Slacken that jaw
It's gonna take a claw hammer
Oh my Lord

Look at us fools
Being used
We're totally dumb, surprised
Waiting for you to share with us
The myth behind the lies
Come on out
Throw us a bone
We want to know your intentions
Are you fake
For goodness sake
Or the Mother of Invention
You're buttoned down
All sown up
You're an ontological soul
Cold hard truth
Only proof
What we already know

You're gonna need a claw hammer
Oh my Lord
To bust on through
And break down your walls
Loosen your lips
Slacken that jaw
It's gonna take a claw hammer
Oh my Lord

You're gonna need a claw hammer
Oh my Lord
To bust on through
And break down your walls
Loosen your lips
Slacken that jaw
It's gonna take a claw hammer
Oh my Lord
It's gonna take a claw hammer
Oh my Lord
It's gonna take a claw hammer
Oh my Lord


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Blue Wonderful
Every breath is a prayer of some kind
I breathe in, I breathe out, I just breathe
And you're so well, blue wonderful
Blue wonderful to me

Like swimming in your eyes
I dive in, I dive deep, I just swim
I lose myself in you, blue wonderful
Blue wonderful again

Don't you know where you go? I will follow
In your footsteps I find my own feet
Addicted like I am to the blues
Kind of blue of all the blues I need

Yesterday did someone else's song
In sixty-five summertime, don't let go
Long before you came, blue wonderful
The blue wonderful I know

Ain't just something I just left behind
In the past, far away, used to be
But your presence, my blue wonderful
Blue wonderful to me

Go where you want, when you want to
Just don't let the wind tear you free
Stick around the light that brings you home
Don't ever hang around with the breeze

Don't you know where you go? I will follow
In your footsteps I find my own feet
Addicted like I am to the blues
Kind of blue of all the blues I need

Every breath is a prayer of some kind
I breathe in, I breathe out, I just breathe
And you're so well, blue wonderful
Blue wonderful to me

Like swimming in your eyes
I dive in, I dive deep, I just swim
I lose myself in you, blue wonderful
Blue wonderful again

I lose myself in you, blue wonderful
Blue wonderful
Blue wonderful
Blue wonderful
Blue wonderful, again


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I've Got 2 Wings
I am the elder Utah Smith
I've got two wings to fly
They may be made of paper
They may never reach the sky
But I believe in mercy
I believe that man is good
And if they want two wings like me
There's a chance they could

I am the elder Utah Smith
I was born in Cedar Grove
That's in Louisiana
On a dirt-poor stretch of road
I found the calling early
Gave birth to righteous words
And in a tent around the South
I took my sonic church

I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last

I am the elder Utah Smith
I take all as they are
I was the first man of the cloth
To blacken a guitar
Love was my redeemer
I felt it from the start
The Holy Ghost was channeled
Through the sound of my guitar

I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last

Been a long time in the ground
Unmarked is my grave
But I reside elsewhere these days
Thanks to souls I've saved
I traveled far, I traveled wide
Three quarts for the Lord
Till one day he called me home
To claim his great reward

I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last

I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last


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A Good Heart
Don't shy away from coming in
Closer still my darling friend
Don't slip, don't trip on life
I bear the moon
Inside your eyes
Don't be afraid of all my years
What you see or what you hear
It's all yours and yours and yours alone
Yours for the taking, so take it home

Oh it's a good heart
To be a part of
Just a soul full all men tend to love
The kind of love you never knew
Oh it's a good heart from me to you

Oh sure it's cracked a time or two
But him and me, we pulled on through
I've seen 'em come, I've seen 'em go
Some went through fast
Some went real slow
So take a chance, and take your time
Reading my face between the lines
I love real good, and I love you
My heart and me
That's what we do

Oh it's a good heart
To be a part of
Just a soul full all men tend to love
The kind of love you never knew
Oh it's a good heart from me to you

Oh it's a good heart
To be a part of
Just a soul full all men tend to love
The kind of love you never knew
Oh it's a good heart from me to you


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Looking Up
Figuring out where I went wrong
The script not followed, then was awfully long
Too much pluck, too little of
The acting right, not acting up
I wore the world upon my back
Though someone else could meet, pick up the slack
Just because I could say
It's my life, do things my way

Now I'm looking up more than I look down
The view's a whole lot better second time around
Too much of me was hidden in the shadows
I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground

Color a lot with a broader stroke
The laughter comes as easy as the jokes
Nowadays, I'm thinking 'bout
Time is wasted looking back

Now I'm looking up more than I look down
The view's a whole lot better second time around
Too much of me was hidden in the shadows
I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground

You drop a bucket in a well
It's dark and deep down there
Crank the handle, bring it up
The water, crystal clear

I'm looking up more than I look down
The view's a whole lot better second time around
Too much of me was hidden in the shadows
I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground
I'm looking up more than I look down
The view's a whole lot better second time around
Too much of me was hidden in the shadows
I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground

Looking up, looking up
Looking up, looking up


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Guilty Pleasure
Hand it over reach across the line
Let's talk about it, tell me one more time
What is it you want, what you think you'll find
Inside of this old heart of mine

Come on out, cause you want to play
The rain went east, come to roll away
Here you went to choose and you're gonna stay
So I knew that's the price I pay

Can't you tell the deal's been done
Won't you let me love you
I don't see no smoking gun
I'm not up here to judge you
What do you see when you look at me
Tell the man to measure
Am I the lover you'd like my love
Or just some guilty pleasure

I roamed around looking for a clue
Searched the world it's what I used to do
Where I went, what I went though
A bit too hard to find a way to you

I can't move so never really could
Sing a song that you understood
It's what you do when you think you should
Surrender like you knew you always would

Can't you tell the deal's been done
Won't you let me love you
I don't see no smoking gun
I'm not up here to judge you
What do you see when you look at me
Tell the man to measure
Am I the lover you'd like my love
Or just some guilty pleasure

Hold out, distilling down
What's it going to be
Never tell in a million years
No, you can't get enough of me

Can't you tell the deal's been done
Won't you let me love you
I don't see no smoking gun
I'm not up here to judge you
What do you see when you look at me
Tell the man to measure
Am I the lover you'd like my love
Or just some guilty pleasure
Am I the lover you'd like my love
Or just some guilty pleasure


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Tambourine
It feels like I'm flying
When I see your face
I'm charged with a power
Of amazing grace
I flip the switch signal
On the permanent dream
Like the palm of my hand
On a tambourine

Dumb rocks filling up
My poor head
Did you just say
What I thought you said
First cat back here gets the cream
And bounce a little river
Of my tambourine

Smack in the middle
Toss it in the air
I don't care
You can play me everywhere
Roll and rattle
When I'm out of steam
You got my head ringing like a tambourine

A curveball coming
That I didn't see
A flash flood washing
Out a dried up creek
A went in muddy
But I came out clean
Like a Baptist banging
On a tambourine

Smack in the middle
Toss it in the air
I don't care
You can play me everywhere
Roll and rattle
When I'm out of steam
You got my head ringing like a tambourine

You're a spinning-round gypsy in the moonlight
Cymbals flashing in the firelight
I'm freefalling into a dream
My hidden heart banging
Like the tambourine

Smack in the middle
Toss it in the air
I don't care
You can play me everywhere
Roll and rattle
When I'm out of steam
You got my head ringing like a tambourine
Roll and rattle
When I'm out of steam
You got my head ringing like a tambourine


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The Open Chord
You gotta think about it
You gotta make a wish and count to ten
There's just a sense of wonder
I feel a new direction looking down the lens
Jump started the action
Heard a song in my head and wrote it down
It came out of nowhere
Felt a new sensation driving you through town

You're an open chord I wanna play all day
A new broom sweeping up the sins I no longer play
Cleaning out the corners
Clipping out the horrors
That the Devil used to make me wear all day
You're an open chord I'm gonna play all day

You're gonna see some changes
Gotta pinch myself just to believe
Everybody's having something
But I can tell you've got some magic up your sleeve
Some deep protection
When a feeling follows you around
I always need the silence
Or the lightning you bring like a new good sound

You're an open chord I wanna play all day
A new broom sweeping up the sins I no longer play
Cleaning out the corners
Clipping out the horrors
That the Devil used to make me wear all day
You're an open chord I'm gonna play all day

Sat around and waited for a spark
And it brightened up the night
Before I get much older
I want the pleasure of seeing you up in lights
I could then beside you
Hand over my heart and say a prayer
Love's not for quitters
It's a satisfaction
Knowing that you're there

You're an open chord I wanna play all day
A new broom sweeping up the sins I no longer play
Cleaning out the corners
Clipping out the horrors
That the Devil used to make me wear all day
You're an open chord I'm gonna play all day
Cleaning out the corners
Clipping out the horrors
That the Devil used to make me wear all day
You're an open chord I'm gonna play all day
You're an open chord I'm gonna play all day


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Free And Easy
I've got a strong-willed someone to love me
Here off a highway in the way
Don't need to shout it
We're living here quietly
Away from the folks
Who just sleep all day
I lived the fast life, taking some chances
On my high horse everyone rode
All around were too many monkeys
Asleep at the wheel
And running the show

But I'm free now, free and easy
Freedom's a breeze, freedom's a time
I'm rolling over and over
And I want to be where you are tonight
Where you are tonight

All my sweet sins stayed in the city
I caved in and wandered into your heart
When least expected out of the heavens
The moonlight descended into the dark

But I'm free now, free and easy
Freedom's a breeze, freedom's a time
I'm rolling over and over
And I want to be where you are tonight
Where you are tonight

Cause your blue [?] watch
In no heaven
Set back the clock you gave me
Your time
I'm living better now I'm free and easy
Freedom past I've left here high

Well I'm free now, free and easy
Freedom's a breeze
Freedom's a time
Rolling over and over
And I want to be where you are tonight
Where you are tonight
(Because I'm)
I'm free now, free and easy
Freedom's a breeze
Freedom's a time
Rolling over and over
And I want to be where you are tonight
Where you are tonight
Where you are tonight


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England And America
Had some good times jumping ship
And showing up on shore
Just pocket change to get us by
A little bit of grease to help us slide
Give us a nickel and take your mark
To squeeze under the door

Caught some big ones
Reeled em in
And hung em out to dry
From little fish to bigger things
A welcome push
An empty swing
Given the chance we'd stop to sing
And watch the world go by

And I tried to take my time
To get back up, hold on and climb
Into the arms, you'll always find me
In England and America
(England and America)
It seems good to hold, to not let go
The safety net still hangs real low
And if I fall it's good to know
There's England and America

Showed our roots from time to time
And used it to ignite
Our wilder side to get up through
To push and pull, and come unglued
Mixture of red wine and blues
That run right through our lives

And I tried to take my time
To get back up, hold on and climb
Into the arms, you'll always find me
In England and America
(England and America)
It seems good to hold, to not let go
The safety net still hangs real low
And if I fall it's good to know
There's England and America

And I tried to take my time
To get back up, hold on and climb
Into the arms, you'll always find me
In England and America
(England and America)
It seems good to hold, to not let go
The safety net still hangs real low
And if I fall it's good to know
There's England and America
England and America
England and America

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics album: "Khalifa" (2016)

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics
album: "Khalifa" (2016)

BTS
My momma ain't raise no fool nigga
Matter of fact, maybe she did
My momma raised a fool (haha)
But that don't mean we can't get rich
Too rich (too rich)
That's what they say

Humble beginnings
Rich ass endings
Pockets on swole
Big ass bingies
Started off losin'
Man it wasn't choosin'
Stuck with my nigga's
Now we all winnin'
Rollin' up paper
Ball like a Laker
Top on the building
I'm high as a 'scraper
What can I say now
Cops know my name now
No time to play round
I'm rich and I'm paid now
Stay on that piece for shit for nigga's that spray rounds
Hear all the talk, they gon' come see you any day now
Try not to fade now
Try to find a way out
Nobodies innocent nigga
Get down or lay down
Made so much money but look how I'd paid out
Don't trust the bank no more so I went and got a safe in my house
Guess all these diamonds on my wrist
What u blinkin' about
It's all my money on my mind when I'm thinkin' about

[Hook:]
Try to be the best that I can
They got the right decisions, handle it like a man
You know I try to do shit with my heart
They talk but I don't listen
I just finish what I start
You know I tried the nigga's that said I can't
They got the right decisions, handle business like a man
You know I try when people say I should change
Sometimes I'm done with trying, I'm just trying to be the same

Nigga's still hating
Critics still weighting
Said that I'd change my ways and start catching these cases
But never said I'd stop counting these faces
Flyin' new places
Buying them cases
Nigga's want problems
I don't entertain it
Cause if it's real problems
It's not entertainment
I'm rollin' a joint up
Precise like a painter
The grind is what made us
The grind is what made us
Now the nigga's that I grew up with lookin' richer
Too much turnin' up
The club owners tryin' to censor
Tatted everywhere my full body full of scriptures
Pull up in the phantom
Paparazzi takin' pictures
Sellin' so much swag
We should be your swag vender
Big winner in the club, big cash spender
Throwin' signs to my man like he a damn pitcher
Some shit you can't witness
My nigga we been business

[Hook:]
Try to be the best that I can
They got the right decisions, handle business like a man
You know I try to do shit with my heart
They talk but i don't listen
I just finish what I start
You know I tried the nigga's that said I can't
They got the right decisions, handle business like a man
You know I try when people say I should change
Sometimes I'm done with trying, I'm just trying to be the same

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Celebrate
(feat. Rico Love)

Uh, smoke weed everyday

Young niggas get rich
Rich niggas gon' ball
Y'all niggas ask prices
My niggas buy it all
Rockin' shit that's foreign
Driving brand new cars
Youngest nigga in charge
Now your bitch at large
Hol up, what they sayin'
OG Kush in my plane
Diamonds all in my chain
Young nigga doin' his thing
Young nigga gon' stunt
Buy whatever he want
My section very important
Came through the back, not the front (ooh!)
Smokin' and flying
No drinking and driving
I ball till I fall
Got no need for retiring
Y'all niggas stessed out
My niggas just chillin'
Young niggas in the building
Young niggas get millions

[Hook - Rico Love:]
And I want to celebrate
Celebrate livin'
I could've been dead
I could've been in prison
So I'ma celebrate
Celebrate ballin'
Back then I had no phone
Now all these bitches callin'
Smoke, drink, blow checks
Rolex, more sex
Cause I can afford it
I fucked around and just bought it
So I want to celebrate
Celebrate livin'
Celebrate livin'
Look how we livin'

Rich niggas go hard
Never wanna be broke
Broke niggas just hate
Never wanna be rich
Rich niggas buy it all
Buy it all for the clique
Buy it all for my dawgs
You buy it all for a bitch
Broke niggas be jokin'
Little niggas need coaching
Them bottles ain't even open
Homie, that ain't the shit
My chain shit on your car
My rolex fucked your bitch
My chain shit on your car
My rolex fucked your bitch
Just came home from tour
Half a mill when I'm bored
Y'all niggas can't afford it
Rich niggas want more
Y'all niggas tapped out
Rich niggas want more
Bitch nigga I'm ballin'
Rich nigga, Mike Jordan

[Hook - Rico Love:]
And I want to celebrate
Celebrate livin'
I could've been dead
I could've been in prison
So I'ma celebrate
Celebrate ballin'
Back then I had no phone
Now all these bitches callin'
Smoke, drink, blow checks
Rolex, more sex
Cause I can afford it
I fucked around and just bought it
So I want to celebrate
Celebrate livin'
Celebrate livin'
Look how we livin'

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Elevated
[Hook:]
Scared money don’t make money, so what you scared for?
And real people do real things, so what you waiting for?
A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives (Yeah)
And real G’s do what they want, don’t ever think twice

Uh, it go, one for the money
Two for the niggas gettin’ it
Three for the niggas that be running from it
You gotta grind if you really want it
Don’t hesitate
You came this far now finish out your whole dream
Nobody said it’d be easy though, just stick to your plan
They don’t understand
Going up against the odds
Having no regards
Make our own laws, you can be your own boss
But they don’t tell you that all you need is a foundation to stand on
And you can build it then the limit is the sky
Until then I’m with my niggas getting high
And plus we with it you all know the business

[Hook:]
Scared money don’t make money, so what you scared for?
And real people do real things, so what you here for?
A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives
And real G’s do what they want, don’t ever think twice

Oh what did you think I would never get another M?
Niggas in the game cause we let ‘em in
We ain’t check they chains
We ain’t put ‘em on blast and expose them fools for everything
We ain’t tell you how they really lames
And that they don’t do shit that they get on TV and say
We ain’t mad though, we on the coast of France for three days
I’m tryna make a play, marijuana steam sauna
Young nigga from the bottom cracking lobster, eating pasta
You would think that he a mobster
La Familia, you are not familiar
Just got a bigger safe, now it’s time to fill up, nigga

[Hook:]
Scared money don’t make money, so what you scared for?
And real people do real things, so what you waiting for?
A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives (Stand your ass up)
And real G’s do what they want, don’t ever think twice (Do something about it)

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City View
(feat. Courtney Noelle)

This shit ain't as easy as it looks nigga
It's way fucking easier
Don't get it twisted bitch
But on some real shit though

Man these niggas don't want it
Riding in the car and the watch cost the same thing
Nigga that's stuntin'
Gettin' all this paper
Got me shittin' in public
That roof with a city view
I did that from nothing
And these niggas keep hating me
But I'm just gonna keep stackin' up
No one thing I'll never change
I talk shit but I back it up
You niggas don't go hard as me
So why the fuck you mad at us
I'm rolling up the [?] weed
The first one wasn't fat enough
Your car don't go fast enough
You don't fly first class enough
You don't do no switching states
You don't do no packing up
All you do is gassin' up
That's why you wasn't past enough
Smokin' weed and crackin' up
All this cheese I'm racking up

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa & Courtney Noelle:]
See one thing about me
I've always been about mine
As soon as you doubt me
I show you how hard I grind
Yeah I hear they hate me
But they do it all the time
There's no you without me
I know this so I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go

Get it how I live it
Get it and don't care how I spend it
Swear to god, my credit card ain't got no limit
Time expensive so I spent hundred thousand on my watches
Full of diamonds
I ain't even reached the top and I'm still climbing
I'm still climbing
I'm still rhyming
Filling up papers with chronic
Keeping niggas out the way
Who got the hating shit in common
Let's be honest
Let's keep it real here
My bank is full of commas
I'm talkin' millions
And I got no problems
Spending what I spent yeah
Cause I'm probably
The realest nigga in here
Matter of fact I know I am
And I know my diamonds are frozen
Not to mention my bank overflowin'
And I just can't stop, I keep goin'

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa & Courtney Noelle:]
See one thing about me
I've always been about mine
As soon as you doubt me
I show you how hard I grind
Yeah I hear they hate me
But they do it all the time
There's no you without me
I know this so I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go

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Cowboy
Mhmm
That's just how it is man
Round my way

Just a young lil' nigga, but he had the right plan
Twenty-thousand in his left, pistol in his right hand
Counting every dollar that he get, cause he worked for it
But don't run up on him cause you'll probably get murked for it
Mom's out working, Daddy wasn't home
Ain't nobody give it to him, so he got it on his own
Yeah, he got it on his own
You want something? Gotta take it
Tryna get up out the hood, but he’ll probably never make it
He’s a midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where them niggas they some killas

[Hook:]
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Just a young nigga, but he had the right plan
Slanging looking for them people hopping out them white vans
Standing on the corner rolling up their marijuana
Smoking weed and selling packs of D till you’re a gonner
Caught a case and lost some racks, the nigga got it back
In any case a nigga disrespect, he’s on his back
He bought a pack, then bought a strap
This niggas got his back
His life has changed it’s gone to smack
And ain’t no turning back

[Hook:]
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Just a young nigga, but he had the right plan
Wore a lot of jewelry, he slept with it on his nightstand
Made a lot of money and he got it all from hustling
Came from a good family but say he can’t get enough of it
All up in the club and he ain’t looking for a ring
Fucking other niggas bitches, yeah he swear that was his thing
Yeah, he learned a little lesson ‘bout messing with them haters
Cause they found his body later
Guess that’s what he get for fucking with them...

[Hook:]
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

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Bake Sale
(feat. Travis Scott)

[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]
Mistercap
You ready again bro?
Yeah!
TGOD Mafia
Straight out of Pittsburgh, mane
Can't smoke weed to it
Don't doubt this nigga
I don't wanna listen to it
He the truth, nigga

[Hook - Travis Scott:]
At my bake sale yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lovin', havin' sex, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

I've been on the phone, hell yeah
Gettin' calls from home, hell yeah
So I started up a bake sale, yeah
They know I got all the cake, hell yeah

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Cookies and OG
Come to my crib, we blow by the Os
Kush, you already know
It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it
I keep a bitch gettin' stoned
We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J
She told me that I'm her new favorite
How much do we blaze? A hundred a day
Say they got the good but what the pack smell like?
Feel like it's a dream but now we back to real life
It's incredible
I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles
All shit you never saw
And it's all at my bake sale
Roll another one, help me think well
I stay with the plane
I'm slangin' them thangs, you know we ain't new to this
Let's turn on the stove and call up some hoes
Let's roll up and do this shit

[Hook - Travis Scott:]
At my bake sale yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lovin', havin' sex, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
I just rolled a pound at my bake sale
Bitches goin' down at my bake sale
I just keep it real, I don't fake well
Niggas say they on, well I can't tell
I just fucked three hoes, I don't know their name
Pussy come and pussy go, it's all the same
I'm rollin' up the weed while I count the cake
Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n' bake
What you think? I'm on this dank, I'm off that drank
I often blaze an ounce a day
You at my crib, it's no mistake
Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces
Glasses, lighters, torches, spark it, anything that matters
You can get it all right here at my

[Hook - Travis Scott:]
At my bake sale yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lovin', havin' sex, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah

[Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott:]
Roll, roll one up
Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't roll enough
Get a pound, break it down, get them cones though
It's goin' down, goin' down
I'ma roll one up
Get a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't smoke enough
I'm on the K, K, stoned as fuck
At my bake sale yeah

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Call Waiting
One time

Yeah, day after day I just stay here
Waiting for you to get home
Lately I been going crazy
Can’t wait to get in my zone
Sometimes I can’t find your number
And there’s no one else to call
You leave me waiting by the phone
You keep me high, that’s for sure

[Hook:]
But I know, you’ll be there when I need you
I can’t place no one above you
I tried but I can’t get enough of your love
And you’re right there for me
Said I was just hoping you called
I was just hoping you called
To say that you don’t have nothing at all
I was just hoping you called

They try and try but can’t top you
They think they come close but they fall
They see me out, give me offers
I don’t feel nothing at all

[Hook:]
But I know, you’ll be there when I need you
I can’t place no one above you
I tried but I can’t get enough of your love
And you’re right there for me
Said I was just hoping you called
I was just hoping you called
To say that you don’t have nothing at all
I was just hoping you called

Sweet

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Make A Play
Back to back to back to back
At your bitch ass (uh)

[Hook x2:]
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Woke up drunk as fuck
Still high from yesterday
I'm trying to make a play
I'm trying to make a play

Woke up feeling like a star
Get it in no matter where we are
She in love with me press buttons up in my car
My weed smoke hella potent
Riding and the sunroof open
Blowing smoke out what they know about
Being bosses taking losses
Pay the cost to fuck that bitch who got that poke out
My money ain't slow, got more trees to grow
Got a son I love to death I gotta see him grow
Probably the best you've seen but I be on the low
Stacking up, rolling marijuana acting up
Bitch with me she be bad as fuck
Bitches love it niggas mad at us
Getting money that's accurate
Say they want it but they can't adjust
Taylor Gang, roll a plane

[Hook x2:]
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Woke up drunk as fuck
Still high from yesterday
I'm trying to make a play
I'm trying to make a play

[J.R. Donato:]
Who trying to pour it (ay, ay)
Who trying to wake and bake (ay)
Taylor Gang will break the bank
Ain't got no time to contemplate
I say I'm high from yesterday
Okay I woke up on the mud
I think I ate a 8th of shrums
Keep OG Kush up in my lungs (whoa)
Your hoe will come with us (ay)
Cause she know we brought the drugs (ay)
And she looking for some love (ay)
But let's keep that on the hush(whoa)
It's hard to find some trust
Some say it's hard to fuck with us
That's cause we be on different shit
Bitch I might pour six up in my Crush
Ohh that's super super much
And it's joining super clutch
Got 5 more just for you to stuff
Send parents to the store for ice and cups
I swear they never frighten us
Hell yeah we always lighting up
Put that pussy on the plate it's fresh for lunch
And I pour another 8th to level up
Probably rolling up

[Hook x2:]
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Woke up drunk as fuck
Still high from yesterday
I'm trying to make a play
I'm trying to make a play

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Most Of Us
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us, ride around with pistols, we don't give a fuck
Most of us, down to rep that gang and we gon' throw it up
Most of us, brought our own dope and we down to smoke
Most of us, need a bad bitch with some good throat
Most of us, came from nothin', we get somethin', we gon' ball
Most of us, got that work for sale, we just need a call
Most of us, 'bout that change, pop his brain, no remains
Most of us, feel no pain, homie, it's a dirty game
Most of us, never seen this comin' so we feelin' blessed
Most of us, got alotta shit to get up off our chest
Most of us, still up in the field right where niggas get killed
Most of us, know that shit can get real in that city of steel

Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

Most of us
Most of us
Most of us
Most of us

Most of us, made our own way without a hand out
Most of us, smoke that loud kush so we stand out
Most of us, rather get the top instead of fuckin' that bitch
Most of us, rather pass her off instead of lovin' the bitch
Most of us, spend thousands on clothes, still don't care how we dress
Most of us, seen her top, but still know what the bottom is
Most of us, keep your main bitch in our phone
Most of us, keep Khalifa kush in the bong
Started off with nothin' now my niggas is on
If we got a problem, we don't put it in song
Most of us, got our change up, never change up
Most of us, Taylor Gang on, you a stranger

Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, most of us, they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit but they can't fuck with most of us
Most of us, they talk shit, but can't come close to most of us

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Zoney
(feat. Sebastian)

Yeah it’s real shit
Let me roll this weed up and wrap this shit, you know
Too much purple for me

Uh, coming up I always thought I’d be the runner up
Gave my all but it felt like it wasn’t enough
I remember spending summers in the studio
My pops told me have fun be a kid for once
What he ain’t know, was for a kid a that I had big dreams
I take a small frame turn it into a big screen
Taking best friends turn them to a good team
I’m watching Scarface living all the good scenes
Burning dope thinking about the days when I was broke
Desperate niggas in my city don’t know how to cope
Young nigga said he starving he ain’t got a meal
Down to catch a body all about a dollar bill
My niggas is all I got so it’s more than trust
We ain’t even have a car we was on the bus
Public transportation now it’s underground we make it
Throw it in the safe I can’t hear what they say

[Hook:]
I’m packing up my bags
Packing up my bags, packing up my bags
I gotta catch a plane
Gotta catch a plane, gotta catch a plane
I can’t be at home
Can’t be at home, can’t be at home
I gotta be away
Gotta be away, gotta be away

There's just way to many niggas I use to know back in the day
Now when I see them out
I just don't got shit to say to you niggas
When I see you in the club I make my way through you niggas
You must be mad I ain't wait on you
But no matter the circumstances I never get hate on you
Im just taking all my dream trying to make it facts
Putting on for my team trying to make it crack
Getting all sorts of green trying to make a stack
Lose yourself in my city and never make it back
Said he will but the chances are he will never change
Daddy sold dope but you would probably do the same thing
If I get $30K I would probably spend it on my wrist
Fuck these politics when these kids ain't have a pot to piss
Fuck the Promises, the shit I'm on is common sense
If you ain't talking them I'm gone

[Hook:]
I’m packing up my bags
Packing up my bags, packing up my bags
I gotta catch a plane
Gotta catch a plane, gotta catch a plane
I can’t be at home
Can’t be at home, can’t be at home
I gotta be away
Gotta be away, gotta be away

[Conversation between Wiz and Sebastian]
Say hello, my name is Sebastian
Hello, my name is Sebastian
Do you love your daddy?
Yeah
Say you love your daddy
I love you daddy
Say I miss you daddy
I miss you daddy
Go to the mic and say "yo"
Yo
Say whats cracking
Whats cracking
Say Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang
(ha) Say TGOD
TGOG
(ha, ha, ha)
Say "I love my daddy"
I love you to handsome boy
Say Pittsburg
Pittsburg!
(ha, ha, ha)
Do daddy laugh
(ha, ha, ha)
You got it!

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Lit
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
[x2]

Let's get to the basics, let's get to the basics
I'm rollin' a J up, I'm lovin' the fragrance
I'm hardly on time cause my mind is where space is
But I always on grind cause that's how my fam raised me
Think I got problems, say that I'm crazy
Love marijuana, smoke on the daily
Smoke with my mama, roll one for my lady
Blow the whole pound now, came up from a AV
I'm lettin' the top down, and countin' them faces
I'm blowin' the smoke out, exhalin' the vapors
I'm smokin' in public, they stare in amazement
I'm lightin' that bomb up, it's takin' me places

We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
[x2]

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No Permission
When I ride by
I want you to see what I see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit's very clear, ugh

Pass me a joint, guarantee I'mma hit it
Come to that life, I don't talk it, I live it
I got a old school ass car you can sit in
I got a crib that you probably can't get in
I got a pound, we can grind it and twist it
I been at work on the grind for a minute
Smokin' that loud and still mindin' my business
She fuck with me because I got the vision
Countin' my benjis
Puttin' it all in the bank but don't really mind if I spend it
Can't take it? don't cross the line when you finish
When you stay all on your grind you can get it
When we be fuckin' I'm climbin' up in it
She fuck with me because I got the vision
Haters be talkin', don't mind 'em, don't listen
Duckin' them shots, that's divine intervention
I be so high, try me, come visit
You make a choice, hope you like the decision
Come to my crib, we can spark and get lifted
Go off the smoke just like I'm a magician
Ain't fuck with me? Then she prolly was trippin'
Lightin' 'em up just like the electricians
Get to this money, get high my intentions
Roll me one up that's as loud as the engine
She fuck with me because I got the vision
I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen
When we together we stick to the mission
Sparkin' that weed up without no permission
She fuck with me because I got the vision
I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen
When we together we stick to the mission
Rollin' that weed up without no permission

Oh, oh, money come and money go
And stay the same no
Oh, oh, money come and money go
And stay the same no

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iSay
(feat. Juicy J)

It's KK what I'm smoking nigga

And I done popped so many bottles think I'm through with it
Been smoking so much weed in public own a school with it
Been on my grind since I was young and now I'm stupid rich
You niggas stupid, I'm in the club and it's ruthless
My crew ain't part of that bullshit
My new whips the hardest
Walk in the office like a business man
I'm just an artist
Smoking and all, crib full of weed
Plaques on the wall
My face on all the magazines
Kush in this jar I'm getting this cheese
Pants skinny rubber bands plenty
Whole team going hard like it's the last inning
Whole team going hard you got no chance of winning
Lot of seats on the floor lot of cash pinning
I play the game left hand like my man Jimmy
You just a right hand man call that man semi

[Hook:]
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do

All of this off the internet
Those who ain't seen it coming dog I been a threat
Been smoking up all this weed
Been rolling up while I drive
Been to the bottom and back
Been seen you haters disguised
Niggas telling me lies
Just to try to get close
Shades cover my eyes cause I be higher than most
Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn’t tired
Live by the code, money power
Once I got on, my niggas hired
Juicy J he ride, it’s the gang or die
The game will stress you out but that’s what this dubie is for
You acting like you know me now
Never knew me before
Snoop sat me down, school me even more
Kick it with my son and don’t even do the awards
Said next year I might win me one
You got problems don't lend me none
Got a pound then go send me one

[Hook:]
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do

[Juicy J:]
Niggas out here broke because they scared of that bread
My money so old I got mold on that bread
How you think I win and copped that Rolls-Royce Corniche?
Turn around and bought a Maybach next week
A nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat
A nigga ain't paying fair, and life ain't cheap
Nigga ain’t shit sweet but this box of swisher sweets
Ever since I was a youngin I was
Getting it in the streets
Now I'm on tour even getting it overseas
All the way in Switzerland stacking swisser-cheese
I ain't too good for that brown paper bag
I can still move that work and I get it off fast, hoe

[Hook:]
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do

Future Lyrics album: "EVOL" (2016)

Future Lyrics
album: "EVOL" (2016)

Ain't No Time
Kicking flavors Saint Laurent watch how I walk
Man this paper be the reason why we talk
Ain't no favors, they gon' outline you in chalk
You the biggest, biggest hater of them all
It ain't no time, it ain't no time, it ain't no time
It ain't no time, it ain't no his, it ain't no mine
It ain't no time, it ain't no time, it ain't no lying
It ain't no time, it ain't no time, it ain't no flying

You dropping them dimes, you dropping them dimes, you dropping them dimes
You look like you lying, you look like you lying, you look like you lying
We do this Sunday to Sunday
Sun up to the sun down
Look like I stepped on the runway
They try to tell me to calm down
Peep how I came in the game and I start rocking that Tom Ford
We don't know what we be saying, we just be yelling out bonjour
We don't know what we be saying, we just be yelling out bonjour
I like to play with them bands right before I do the encore
I like to play with the cash, go to Laurent and spaz
I like to play with the cash, go to Chanel and spaz
I like to go to the jeweler, tell 'em to make me some glass
I like to play with the cash, go to Chanel and spaz

Kicking flavors Saint Laurent watch how I walk
Man this paper be the reason why we talk
Ain't no favors, they gon' outline you in chalk
You the biggest, biggest hater of them all
It ain't no time, It ain't no time, It ain't no time
It ain't no time, It ain't no his, It ain't no mine
It ain't no time, It ain't no time, It ain't no lying
It ain't no time, It ain't no time, It ain't no flying

You slangin' that iron, you slagin' that iron, you toting that iron
You pressin' the issue, you pushing the gas, you making 'em violate
I'm dropping the top on that foreign, I zig and I zag I'm all on the grass
I did what I had to pass, you niggas you better go back to your stash
I did what I had to do, I ran in that bitch I didn't have a mask
I did what I should have did, survive through the trenches and look like a man
I sit at the throne, I sit at the throne, you niggas ain't nothing but some clones
I sipping that Dom Perignon, when I'm at the store they ringing me up
My bitch on [?]
I done gained a little weight and I'm keeping it up
Step in them Christians I done came out the mud
I'm flexing on purpose when I'm in the club

Kicking flavors Saint Laurent watch how I walk
Let this paper be the reason why we talk
Ain't no favors, they gon' outline you in chalk
You the biggest, biggest hater of them all
It ain't no time, It ain't no time, It ain't no time
It ain't no time, It ain't no his, It ain't no mine
It ain't no time, It ain't no time, It ain't no lying
It ain't no time, It ain't no time, It ain't no flying

I like to play with the cash, go to Laurent and spaz
I like to play with the cash, go to Chanel and spaz
I like to go to the jeweler, tell 'em to make me some glass
I like to play with the cash, go to Chanel and spaz

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In Her Mouth
Super Future
Hey, you know how I wreck her

I’m tryna fuck the DA lady in her mouth though
Hit some R&B shit on the jet though
I got stacks on me, got stacks on me like Alpo
As a young ass nigga I was dead broke
Fuck that fake shit nigga, fuck that fraudulent pretending
Got young Doolie on the body and I really do miss her
Let’s flip that clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
Let’s flip that clip and spray that bitch for big daddy

Punching on the gas, I done rented me a bag though
Two hundred on a the tab, baby this is not a Jaguar
You don’t have to ask, keep that hammer on me, MC
You show these niggas love and they gonna show you a barrel
It’s Taliban gang, we in a whole ‘nother era
Our money ain’t the same, I’m in a whole ‘nother bracket
It’s five thousand or better, what I spend on a jacket
Finesse a nigga momma in the hood when I’m trappin’
Praying about this karma when a gun on my Franklins
These niggas don’t want drama, they some federal agents
Run inside your house for them coke leaves
They gon’ shoot you in the head if you the police

I’m tryna fuck the DA lady in her mouth though
Hit some R&B shit on the jet though
I got stacks on me, got stacks on me like Alpo
As a young ass nigga I was dead broke
Fuck that fake shit, nigga, fuck that fly nigga pretending
Got young Doolie on the body and I really do miss her
Let’s flip that clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
Let’s flip that clip and spray that bitch for big daddy

They got my dawg, violate a hundred bodies
I’m ‘bout to cash out on a new Bugatti
I’m ‘bout to pay the police off, John Gotti
They mixin’ Actavis in with the molly
Pull a half a million dollar car up in the projects
You niggas wanna go to war, it’s like in ISIS
That bitch gon’ fuck your homeboy ‘cause she triflin’
They got my lil’ one down the road on the hummy
He got Freebandz tatted ‘cross his stomach
I’m ‘bout to smash the prosecutor and the attorney
And I’ve been hustlin’ long time, on a journey
I wake up, go and blow a dime off in Barneys

I’m tryna fuck the DA lady in her mouth though
Hit some R&B shit on the jet though
I got stacks on me, got stacks on me like Alpo
As a young ass nigga I was dead broke
Fuck that fake shit, nigga, fuck that fly nigga pretending
Got young Doolie on the body and I really do miss her
Let’s flip that clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
Let’s flip that clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
I’m tryna fuck the DA lady in her mouth though
Hit some R&B shit on the jet though
I got stacks on me, got stacks on me like Alpo
As a young ass nigga I was dead broke
Fuck that fake shit, nigga, fuck that fly nigga pretending
Got young Doolie on the body and I really do miss her
Let’s flip that clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
Let’s flip that clip and spray that bitch for big daddy

***************************

Maybach
I ain't about to play with these niggas feel me?
I'm 'bout to get these bags ya dig?
Future, hold up, wassup
Good drink, good drink
We ain't playing with these
Freebandz, Freebandz
I just be, I just be getting it
I just be getting it
I just be getting it
You know what I'm saying?
Showing improvement
Getting fetti ya dig?

Laying low in a Maybach
Spraying at you like an Arab
Streets having you going crazy
I got my young niggas going crazy
Masked up nigga everyday
Got the sharp stick with me everyday
Half a pound in the ash tray
Burn it down nigga while I wait
Burn it down on good drink
On good drink, on good drink
Money long get your money long
Get these yellow diamonds I ain't had to call
Ridin' low like an esse
Getting doped up that's everyday
Hermes on me every day
Keep some Cartier on me every day

Fuck a bitch in a big way
And I hit her right on the staircase
Hit that mouth I go bareface
When I'm in that mouth I go bareface
Pain pills took a double dose
Gotta bank roll with some iron on me
They told you I was real, real nigga
They wasn't lying on me
I get better and better with time don't I?
Drinking codeine like wine don't I?
Step on the scene, got diamonds on me
It's a dirty game, nigga dying in it
The black range got a rind in it
Hit her throat then dive in it
Flip an officer, switch sides in it
Niggas switching sides, they some pie niggas
Thank god they ain't my niggas
Stacked tall like I'm hiding it
Steal a car use for Friday night
To hotbox at the ride in
Fire coups now I ride in it
Jimmy Choo I just vibe in 'em
I don't dab in 'em I just vibe in 'em
Boss nigga with a vibe with him

I ain't never tryna be a side nigga
Never tryna be a crap nigga
Take a champagne bath nigga
Take a real champagne bath nigga
You can hit him with that yopper now
I'mma gon' hit her and pay the tab nigga
You the one talking down with 'em
When a nigga turn around, tryna stab niggas

Laying low in a Maybach
Spraying at you like an Arab
Streets having you going crazy
I got my young niggas going crazy
Masked up nigga everyday
Got the sharp stick with me everyday
Half a pound in the ash tray
Burn it down nigga while I wait
Burn it down on good drink
On good drink, on good drink
Money long get your money long
Get these yellow diamonds I ain't had to call
Ridin' low like an esse
Getting doped up that's everyday
Hermes on me every day
Keep some Cartier on me every day

Styrofoams in the Phantom on me
Few racks with a hammer on me
Gotta move around cause them cameras on me
Gotta keep it cool when them cameras on me
Live and learn and I'm still going
Money burn and I'm still going
Count it up and I'm still going
I just count it up and I'm still going
High-tech and I'm still pouring
Got high-tech and I'm still pouring
Designer-signer man it's all on me
I got fathers diamonds and they all on me
Real cash nigga ball with it
Gotta bend over in the stall in it
I'mma rich nigga so I fall in it
Really it ain't none of y'all business
Dick, she stand tall in it
Flip her on her stomach then crawl in it
Pocket bands have a ball with 'em
Percocets have a ball with 'em
Pouring up act a dog with it
Taliban game AK, big rings like MJ
Audemar with a big face

Laying low in a Maybach
Spraying at you like an Arab
Streets having you going crazy
I got my young niggas going crazy
Masked up nigga everyday
Got the sharp stick with me everyday
Half a pound in the ash tray
Burn it down nigga while I wait
Burn it down on good drink
On good drink, on good drink
Money long get your money long
Get these yellow diamonds I ain't had to call
Ridin' low like an esse
Getting doped up that's everyday
Hermes on me every day
Keep some Cartier on me every day

Never tryna be a side nigga
Never tryna be a crap nigga
Take a champagne bath nigga
Take a real champagne bath nigga
You can hit him with that yopper now
I'mma gon' hit her and pay the tab nigga
You the one talking down with 'em
When a nigga turn around, tryna stab niggas

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Xanny Family
3 exotic broads and I got 'em soakin' panties
Told 'em they were certified, welcome to the xanny family
Wow, wow
Wow, wow
3 exotic broads and I got 'em soakin' panties
Told 'em they were certified, welcome to the xanny family
Wow, wow
Wow, wow

3 exotic broads and I got 'em actin' jiggy
Got 'em suckin', takin' bars, now they screamin' 10 litty
Wow, wow
Wow, wow, 10 litty
Margi' chain slide on lil shawty hit the side though
You get penalized, you come around, It ain't enough dough
Keep a bag of xannies if you tryna join the family
Got the sauce on me in this off white tanny
Puerto rican freakin' oh she sneakin', I done ordered up
She was goin' in the spur like a party bus
Pardon me, before I take a greed I never brag or boast
She ain't speak no inglo, but I know she like to tweak that coke

3 exotic broads and I got 'em soakin' panties
Told 'em they were certified, welcome to the xanny family
Wow, wow
Wow, wow
3 exotic broads and I got 'em soakin' panties
Told 'em they were certified, welcome to the xanny family
Wow, wow
Wow, wow

Promethazine/codeine this shit champagne for us
The sauce look so clean like some angel dust
We workin' ever day, it ain't the same for us
You comin' to the crib, bring a gang of tuss
I dip it in the blunt, I'm tryna smoke the mud
I loaded up my gun, I'm tryna smoke the plug
When I get to wavin' inside, my unc gon' soak ya up
I got trophies, I got dooshe, got a way bigger bus
I get loaded to the celiling, gotta roll me some bud
I'mma dab inside that backwood, I don't play with my nose
Got some oxycont, some roxy, 'bout to play with these hoes
Got these bitches drunk and sloppy, ready to come out they clothes too

3 exotic broads and I got 'em soakin' panties
Told 'em they were certified, welcome to the xanny family
Wow, wow
Wow, wow
3 exotic broads and I got 'em soakin' panties
Told 'em they were certified, welcome to the xanny family
Wow, wow
Wow, wow

Puerto rican freakin' oh she sneakin', I done ordered up
She was goin' in the spur like a party bus
Pardon me, before I take a greed I never brag or boast
She ain't speak no inglo, but I know she like to tweak that coke

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Lil Haiti Baby
Yeah, yeah
It’s that EVOL, ah
You understand me?

I bagged this bad bitch, it was nothing to get her
You want a whole brick? Oh it’s nothing to get ‘em
Oh, you want diamonds like this? It wasn’t nothing to get ‘em
I had to focus, then it wasn’t nothing to get ‘em

Hey, thirty thousand on a watch, I swear thank God I’m ballin’
Feds watching on my spot, they say somebody called ‘em
Hottest nigga in the streets, they see my Audemars
Hottest nigga in the streets, three thousands grams of shoo
Boston, Georgia, I’m with that game, you got that girl that blow
Oh, you want my life, that's la famil, that's all I know
Catch me pissing out the codeine from the night before
This for Khaled, this for niggas ‘round the Ace and bottles
This for G-rod, C-Rod, all these niggas banging B’s
This the greatest story never told, you gotta see it
I, I got some names but I ain’t gon’ never drop ‘em
Aye, she say my name but she won’t ever drop me

You want an R&B chick, shawty it ain’t nothin’ to get her
You want to run around the town, well it ain’t nothin’ to get her
You want to drive around in that Rolls, you know it ain’t nothin’ to get her
You know that I’m gonna make homies ride for me, it ain’t nothin’ to get ‘em

We throwed away that money cause that mula swole
I throw that grams of bar, I’m servin’ in the cold
Got fifty eight grams of bar, we servin’ up here?
They say they got Magnolia, shawty bangin’ either
They trapped out Angola, they was out the NOLA
Then fuck around and then know you, got to be a cobra
They cooped up with that yola, not that good coke cola
I fucked around and showed them that my heart is colder
My water whippin’ issues now we packin pistols
They packin’ gats and lots these niggas sending missiles
They say they hate the kid, the kid was getting’ mula
You wanna ask around, then you can ask my jeweler

Bodies came around, he shot ‘em on a bike
Oh he poppin’ wheelies, a lil Haiti baby
Oh they say that nigga he just a lil Haiti baby
Oh they say that boy he just a lil Haiti baby
Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day
Oh that’s that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh that’s that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumping down the pills, I feel my head explodin’
Roll a pound of dope, I gotta keep on smokin’
Money comin’ in, we ain’t gon’ never spend it
Ten thousand bags of kush, we ain’t gon’ never listen
I just wanna be there for my nigga, woo
I just wanna go back to the Bentley store
I just wanna go back to the Lamb’ store
I just wanna buy another Rover though
I just wanna get back on a yacht tomorrow
I just wanna buy another spot tomorrow
All this money comin’ in, can’t never spend it
I swear, all this money comin’ in, we’re still winnin’
Shoot in broad day, shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day
Oh that’s that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh that’s that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Coke in all the cars, we ain’t got no facade
Pull up in that ‘Rari, we don’t know facade
Pull up with that yappa, it wasn’t no facade
Lettin’ off all the rounds, it wasn’t just no facade

Bodies came around, he shot ‘em on a bike
Oh he poppin’ wheelies, he a lil Haiti baby
Oh they say that nigga, he a lil Haiti baby
Oh they say that boy, he a lil Haiti baby
Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day
Oh that’s that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh that’s that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumpin’ back these pills, I feel my head explodin’
Jumpin’ out these whips, we ain’t on no facade
Pull up in that ‘Rari, ain’t no no Facade
Pull up in that ‘Rari, ain’t no no Facade
Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day


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Photo Copied
Yeah, you lucky

Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied

Once I adapted I got more options
I told her ignore that bitch she told me "yes daddy"
Man she, tryna get at me
Hoe you telling they business so tacky
We don't cuddle with none of you bitches
We don't wanna hustle with none of you niggas
Uh, I'm cool on them, don't even dap them niggas
Uh, I was in the trap they tried to trap a nigga
I pull up in that new Maybach and they wave
These niggas won't show no deuces they got hoe-waves
I walk inside the club and they wave
I put headshots and more hits out on my enemies

I got love for all my niggas who got love for me
I got bloods, crips, and GDs in my family tree
And everywhere I go them vice lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head bitches, they just smash automatic
Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'm a savage
I told you I don't give you the dope
I told you I don't give you that dope
You niggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your bitch she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight

Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied

I passed her off like "oh bitch I'm him"
I'm seeing the way she actin' on a gram
You misrepresenting who I am
Oh, hold up
That photoshop making me nervous
I told you what's making me nervous
I know you ain't saving that pussy
You know somebody play in that pussy
And it's o, it's okay though

I got love for all my niggas who got love for me
I got bloods, crips, and GDs in my family tree
And everywhere I go them vice lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head bitches, they just smash automatic
Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'm a savage
I told you I don't give you the dope
I told you I don't give you that dope
You niggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your bitch she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight

Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied

***************************

Seven Rings
Tote them pistols, poppin, say it's a problem
I told you off the top that I would sign 'em
I told you we get money, 'bout to peel out
I told you half of these niggas we be winning

My left and right hand Robert Horry
Plus my nigga pop Xans unemployed
I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God
I'm washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax
Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that
Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that
Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them

20 different strippers, money double, triple
Started off slizzered, they callin' me the wizard
Vetti got that Porsche, Casino got that Porsche
Killers all I know, feel 'em up with the dough
You know I'm on that syrup, 'bout to send the word
To niggas really argue who gon' shoot you first
Fatface wanna do you, Blade wanna do you
This bitch from Guyana, layin' low with that hammer
Tryin' to fuck her on camera
I pray that my young nigga'll kill you on camera
You come too close, nigga, I'ma have to kill you on camera
I hate to discuss it
If my boy don't trust you, nigga, you know I don't trust you

My left and right hand Robert Horry
Plus my nigga pop Xans unemployed
I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God
I'm washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax
Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that
Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that
Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them

Heater on your side, it's a hundred percent chance
Some of these people by my side is straight up out the can
We come from the bottom, upper echelon
I came here to serve you, need some cash on delivery
I just hope she washed her mouth out before you kiss her
My downtown bitch said, "Did you heard me?"
I think she stays five minutes from Birdy
I had an Arizona plug, used to serve me
I throwed that money in the bag cause it was dirty
He got that chopper on him now and he hurtin'
I know he 'bout to let it go and that's for sure
I know he 'bout to let it go and that's for sure

My left and right hand Robert Horry
Plus my nigga pop Xans unemployed
I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God
I'm washin' off my hands with the mula like it's Ajax
Sippin' out my cup, hell no, don't you taste that
Hundred percent chance I done doped up and laced that
Chillin' with my family, hangin' low, I embrace them

Tote them pistols, poppin, say it's a problem
I told you off the top that I would sign 'em
I told you we get money, 'bout to peel out
I told you half of these niggas we be winning

My left and right hand Robert Horry
My left and right hand Robert Horry
Plus my nigga pop Xans unemployed
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God

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Lie To Me
I see you Spin, this right here the truth
Future Hendrix, just like that

I'm a mothafuckin' boss (I’m a mothafuckin’ boss)
I'm a mothafuckin' boss, I’m a mothafuckin’ boss
I'm a mothafuckin' giant
I see how you watchin', I see how you lookin'
I see how you smile
I sit back and watch how the drama unfold while I'm on recline
I know the homies, my brothers, my cousins
They gon' ride for me
I know Tiarra, and Britney, and Keisha
They gon' lie for me
I got some people they know that I love 'em
But I ain't got time to see
I see in people the moves that I'm makin'
You know I'm playin' for keeps
You niggas ain’t seein’ me, never, you’re never gon' see me

I got big racks, all in your face and you 'bout to get silent
Big fat butt, that little bitty car that you're drivin' (skrrt, skrrrt)
Big racks, anything I'm whippin' barely got mileage
Big racks, and you know that bitch that you’re with, she mine
Yeah she my bitch, nigga
She wanna hit on me under the covers like lovers
Like we divine
She recognize that I'm so thorough
I'm under them briefs, I'm all on her mind
She wanna look me eye to eye and tell me her lies
I had accepted you
Just like you came and never look down on you
Tell that lil nigga to stay in his place before I expose you
You take one shot at me, you know that'll cause an explosion
Never fight the hand that feeds you, nigga
You gon' pay up nigga, yeah I squeeze the trigger
You an itchy finger blog type of nigga
And you know me, nigga

I'm a mothafuckin' boss (I’m a mothafuckin’ boss)
I'm a mothafuckin' boss, I’m a mothafuckin’ boss
I'm a mothafuckin' giant
I see how you watchin', I see how you lookin'
I see how you smile
I sit back and watch how the drama unfold while I'm on recline
I know the homies, my brothers, my cousins
They gon' ride for me
I know Tiarra, and Britney, and Keisha
They gon' lie for me
I got some people they know that I love 'em
But I ain't got time to see
I see in people the moves that I'm makin'
You know I'm playin' for keeps
You niggas ain’t seein' me, never, you're never gon' see me

I got way way too many issues
Always coming out on the internet
Baby girl sayin' that she miss you
Is it too late for a comeback
I had to live with this crown on my head
I don’t got no regrets, I don’t have no regrets
I got to live with this crown on my head
I got to talk to my homies up stairs
Sorry to tell you I got you a message
Feeling this game and I'm learning my lesson
Accepting the hate when it's coming
I jumped out the Wraith on them bums
I tell you you're wrong when you're right
I'm never gon' judge, no I’m never gon' judge
You got a nigga, but I know you love me, baby
I know you love me

I'm a mothafuckin' boss (I’m a mothafuckin’ boss)
I'm a mothafuckin' boss, I’m a mothafuckin’ boss
I'm a mothafuckin' giant
I see how you watchin', I see how you lookin'
I see how you smile
I sit back and watch how the drama unfold while I'm on recline
I know the homies, my brothers, my cousins
They gon' ride for me
I know Tiarra, and Britney, and Keisha
They gon' lie for me
I got some people they know that I love 'em
But I ain't got time to see
I see in people the moves that I'm makin'
You know I'm playin' for keeps
You niggas ain't seein' me, never, you're never gon' see me
I'm a mothafuckin' boss (I’m a mothafuckin’ boss)
I'm a mothafuckin' boss, I’m a mothafuckin’ boss
I'm a mothafuckin' giant
I see how you watchin', I see how you lookin'
I see how you smile
I sit back and watch how the drama unfold while I'm on recline
I know the homies, my brothers, my cousins
I'm a mothafuckin' boss

***************************

Program
We bought to win so big
Talkin' 'bout hydraulic money, yeah

Money comin' in
Tell me what's the program
Twenty-five nights of kush
Yeah, get with the program
Shawty want that wave
Get the program
Shawty want that wave
What's the program
Throwing through the yay
What's the program
Fucking up the check
What's the program
I just blowed a bag
What's the program
I just went shopping
What's the program

Obama on my line
What's the program
You know I don't give a damn
What's the program
I [?]
That's the program
My lingo far away
That's the program
Different color bags
That's the program
I don't fuck with swag
That's the program
Too much damn charisma
But what's the program
Sizzle, that's my nigga
What's the program
Choppers and them AR's
That's the program
AR with the nuts
That's the program
Extendo FN
That's the program
Money best friend
That's my program

Fucking up the check
What's the program
I just blowed a bag
What's the program
I just went shopping
What's the program
Shawty want that wave
What's the program
Married to this money
What's the program
Married to this trap
What's the program
Married to this trap
What's the program
Let's get married to the trap
What's the program

My BFF that cash
That's the program
My BFF that cash
That's the program

Every nigga 'round me a gangbanger
Ain't hollywood bitch
I'm too famous
Never talk to the pink paranoia, fuck
I just popped six xans and a quaalude
Shawty gave me head on that adderall
G-wagons and Rovers, yeah I bought it for her
Metro told me hit them with the slow flow
Sizzle in the cut with the fo-fo
Lot of money make a bitch evil
That's why I gotta keep a desert eagle

Fucking up the check
What's the program
I just blowed a bag
What's the program
I just went shopping
What's the program
Shawty want that wave
What's the program
Married to this money
What's the program
Married to this trap
What's the program
Married to the trap
What's the program
Married to the trap
What's the program

***************************

Low Life
(feat. The Weeknd)

[Refrain:]
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

[Intro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us ('scuse me, 'scuse me)
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It's like eviction number four now
Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I'm fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga repping North Side
Never waste a hoe's time (Freebands)
Bitch, I'm on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don't lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole lot
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I'm camo'ed all out, like I'm in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I'm always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life turn up
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm repping for that low, low life
Representing, I'm representing, representing
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I'm representing for that low life
Said I'm repping for that low life
I'm repping, that's repping, I'm repping
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porches in the valley, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starving
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This my sixth time getting kicked out
I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I'm always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm repping for that low, low life
Representing, I'm representing, representing
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I'm representing that low life
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, I'm repping for that lowlife
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
Yeah

[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

[Refrain:]
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I'm the reason why
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I'm the reason why

[Outro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
'Bout to fuck this club, what else?
'Bout to fuck this club, what else?

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Fly Shit Only
I take my drugs in doses

I been waking up to bitches in my hotel suite
We been gone on the molly
Holding onto Friday
Why you looking at me shawty
Recognizing I'm the only, only, only one that's ballin’
Only one that’s ballin’
Only one who’s going out the country
Gotta keep a translator for the models
Only one, I’m only reppin’ fly shit only
Keep some fly shit on me, keep a fly bitch on me

Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only

My trainers are matching my jacket
I’m strapped with that ratchet, I’m strapped with that Bape and that ape
I’m gone off these medicals, gone off these medicals
Maybe one day I’mma get out the drank
And maybe one day we can fuck in the bank
I made me a Porsche out of two and a quarter
I got to Morocco and lay in some foreigns
Then I come back to Onyx and find me that one I can fuck on
And touch on and turn up and turn on
We don’t watch TV, we count Fettuccine
4 and a half, it’s right under my beanie
I made me some snaps then I fucked on a genie
Put her in a cab and I jumped in a ‘Ghini
You gon’ need yellow tape when I step on the scene
When you send me an invite, I come with a bitch like
She wrapped up in plastic, got coke in the mattress
All of this shit is about living lavish
This money, these cars, and these bitches, these carats
These radical styles, I’ma give you a style
You can take it, your new style ain’t gon’ make you a pile

I been waking up to bitches in my hotel suite
We been gone on the molly
Holding onto Friday
Why you looking at me shawty
Recognizing I'm the only, only, only one that's ballin’
Only one that’s ballin’
Only one who’s going out the country
Gotta keep a translator for the models
Only one, I’m only reppin’ fly shit only
Keep some fly shit on me, keep a fly bitch on me

Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only

Light skinned bone the same color macaroni
Put her hair in a pony, hit a note like Tony
I know this shit been on lonely, now I’m back on my lonely
And I’m back how you want it and I’m back and I’m on it
Made a film like Sony, fuck the fake and the phony
I gots cake in the morning, I rock Adidas and Margielas
I be staying at the telly, eat a sandwich out the deli
And my life is like Belly, young future, sincere

I been waking up to bitches in my hotel suite
We been gone on the molly
Holding onto Friday
Why you looking at me shawty
Recognizing I'm the only, only, only one that's ballin’
Only one that’s ballin’
Only one who’s going out the country
Gotta keep a translator for the models
Only one, I’m only reppin’ fly shit only
Keep some fly shit on me, keep a fly bitch on me

Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only
Fly shit only, fly shit only