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Travis Scott

SICKO MODE

SICKO MODE by Travis Scott (Ft. Drake)

Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know, winter's here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Goin' on you with the pick and roll Young La Flame, he in sicko mode (Woo) Made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot (Gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Some-some-some-someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak Yeah, this shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (Don't stop, pop that pussy!) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together? I'm the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue Someone said Play-playin' for keeps Someone said, mother****, someone said Don't play us for weak Yeah! Astro, yeah, yeah (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!) Ayy, ayy She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy Knocked for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (Down the block) Made a right (Yeah, right) Cut the lights (Yeah, what?), paid the price (Yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never), it's on sight (Yeah, what?) Nothin' nice (Yeah), baguettes in my ice (Aw, man) Jesus Christ (Yeah), checks over stripes (Yeah) That's what I like (Yeah), that's what we like (Yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch) See the shots that I took (Ayy), wet like I'm Book (Ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (Yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (Woo) I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light (Like a light) Like a light (Like a light) Like a light (Like a light) Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I say, "You know this shit, it's stife," yeah It's absolute, yeah (Yeah), I'm back, reboot (It's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt) We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (Oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah (Check), just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (Yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook Yeah

Travis Scott

​goosebumps

​goosebumps by Travis Scott (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

Yeah 7:30 in the night, yeah Ooh, ooh I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried 'bout those comments I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When you're not around (Straight up) When you throw that to the side, yeah (It's lit) I get those goosebumps every time, yeah 7-1-3 Through the 2-8-1, yeah, I'm ridin', why they on me? Why they on me? I'm flyin', sippin' low-key I'm sippin' low-key in Onyx, rider, rider When I'm pullin' up right beside ya Pop star, lil' Mariah When I text a cute game, wildness Throw a stack on the Bible Never Snapchat or took molly She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all Yeah, when I'm with my squad, I cannot do no wrong Yeah, saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed Yeah, they gon' pull up on you (Brr, brr, brr) Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate Yeah, 'cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know Oh, back the fuck up off me (Brr, brr, brr) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried 'bout those comments I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When you're not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time Uh, I want to press my like, yeah, I wanna press my I want a green light, I wanna be like I wanna press my line, yeah I wanna take that ride, yeah I'm gonna press my line I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my— Mama dearest, spare your feelings I'm relivin' moments, peelin' more residual I can buy the buildin', burn the buildin' Take your bitch, rebuild the buildin' just to fuck some more I can justify my love for ya And touch the sky for God to stop debating war Put the pussy on a pedestal (Ayy) Put the pussy on a high horse That pussy to die for That pussy to die for Peter Piper picked a pepper So I could pick your brain and put your heart together We depart the shady parts and party hard The diamonds yours, the coupe forever My best shot just might shoot forever like (Brr) I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried 'bout those comments I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich Throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah When you're not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time

Travis Scott

BUTTERFLY EFFECT

BUTTERFLY EFFECT by Travis Scott

(All the commas) (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) Ooh, hmm For this life, I cannot change (Change) Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main) M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane) Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it) For this life, I cannot change In the hills, deep off in the main M&M's, sweet like candy cane Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it) Drop the top, play hide and seek (Yeah) Jump inside, jump straight to the league (League) Take a sip, feel just how I be (It's lit) On Freeway, but no, ain't nothin' free (Straight up) Bend laws, bend lanes (Skrrt, skrrt) Been bustin' bills, but still, ain't nothin' change (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) You in the mob soon as you rock the chain (Skrrt, skrrt, mob) She caught the waves, just thumbin' through my braids (Alright) Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up (It's lit) Need your love, not a need, it is a must (Yeah) Feelin' stuck, you know how to keep me up (Yeah, yeah) Icy love, icy like a hockey puck (Alright) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like For this life, I cannot change (Change) Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main) M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane) Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it) For this life, I cannot change Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Yeah, yeah) M&M's, sweet like candy cane Drop the top, pop it, let it bang All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle (Yeah) All the dawgs, all the dawgs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (It's lit) Yeah, never go, never go dip on the set, stayed Santana Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern (It's lit, alright) Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dawgs down to Atlanta Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low, yeah, I might be Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I'm movin' high speed Yeah, if I send one, need to text back 'cause you know what I need (Straight up) Oh, please, oh, me, oh, my We been movin', we been movin' for some time (Alright) Flexin', flexin', try to exercise Exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise) (Yeah, yeah) (For this life) For this life, I cannot change (Change) Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main) M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane) Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it) For this life, I cannot change Hidden Hills, deep off in the main M&M's, sweet like candy cane Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Bang, yeah)

Travis Scott

HIGHEST IN THE ROOM

HIGHEST IN THE ROOM by Travis Scott

I got room in my fumes (Yeah) She fill my mind up with ideas I'm the highest in the room (It’s lit) Hope I make it outta here (Let's go) She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone (Ah) I see some things that you might fear I’m doin' a show, I'll be back soon (Soon) That ain't what she wanna hear (Nah) Now I got her in my room (Ah) Legs wrapped around my beard Got the fastest car, it zoom (Skrrt) Hope we make it outta here (Ah) When I'm with you, I feel alive You say you love me, don't you lie (Yeah) Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die Keep the pistol on my side (Yeah) Case it’s fumes (Smoke) She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up) I’m the highest in the room (It's lit) Hope I make it outta here (Let’s go, yeah) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like We ain't stressin' 'bout the loot (Yeah) My block made of quesería This not the molly, this the boot Ain’t no comin' back from here Live the life of La Familia It's so much gang that I can't see ya (Yeah) Turn it up 'til they can't hear (We can't) Runnin', runnin' 'round for the thrill Yeah, dawg, dawg, 'round my real (Gang) Raw, raw, I been pourin' to the real (Drank) Nah, nah, nah, they not back of the VIP (In the VIP) Gorgeous, baby, keep me hard as steel Ah, this my life, I did not choose Uh, been on this since we was kids We gon' stay on top and break the rules Uh, I fill my mind up with ideas Case it's fumes She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up) I'm the highest in the room (I'm the highest, it's lit) Hope I make it outta here

Travis Scott

Antidote

Antidote by Travis Scott

Don't you open up that window Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah) Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (Through the back) It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh) So, don't you open up that window (Ooh) Don't you let out that antidote, yeah Party on a Sunday (That was fun) Do it all again on Monday (One more time) Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God) I might do it all again (That's boss shit) I just hit a three peat (Ooh) Fucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry) I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no) My nigga, that's a no-no (Straight up) She just want the coco (Cocaína) I just want dinero (Paper hunt, wait) Who that at the front door? (Who that is?) If it's the feds, oh, no, no, no (Don't let 'em in, shh) Don't you open up that window (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah) Poppin' pills is all we know (Yeah) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (In the back) It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Yeah, ooh, ooh, at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah) At the night show (Higher) At the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah) Ooh, at the night show (Get lit, my nigga) Ooh, at the night show (Yeah) Anything can happen at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah) Everything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Ooh, your bitch not at home, she at the night show Ooh (Straight up), fuckin' right, ho Ooh, had to catch a flight for the night show Ooh (Let's go), let's get piped though Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light, no (Rrr, La Flame) I ain't got no type though Only got one night though We can do it twice though (Rrr, it's lit) At the night show, ooh At the night show (Ooh, ooh) At the night show Ooh, at the night show Yeah, at the night show Everything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show, ooh Stackin' up day to day, young nigga You know you gotta go get it, go get it, my nigga They hatin', they stankin', they waitin' Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin' Lord, I'm on fire, they think that I'm Satan Callin' me crazy on different occasions Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages 'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient Over my niggas and these kids my ages Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated Like these two bitches that might be related H-Town, you got one, and you Bun B like a number-one It's late night, got a late show If you wanna roll, I got a place where, ah Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (Through the back) It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh) So don't you open up that window (Ooh) (Don't you let out that antidote)

Travis Scott

STARGAZING

STARGAZING by Travis Scott

(Ah) Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah) Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit) Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yeah) Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright) I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah) Then a storm came in and saved my life Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up) Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night In the nighttime (Woo, yeah) Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Roll) Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Oh, no) Niggas femalin', they excellin' (Yeah) Are they intellin'? (What you tellin'?) We propellin', up top with Ellen, uh (With the choppers) Kill the jealous with propane repellent Got me goin' crazy (It's lit) On tour, we'll tell 'em, we brought the section (Gang) They keep on callin' up, it's getting hectic (Brrt) Like we projected So we cut the plug, he's interjected (Got me goin' crazy) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah) Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit) Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yah) Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright) I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah) Then the storm came in and saved my life Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up) Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night In the nighttime (Woo, yeah) Got me goin' crazy Okay, I been up for some days, I ain't got time to lay Just to drown out all these thoughts, I tried all kind of things If I take you to my past, you will be traumatized Got a thousand kids outside that's tryna come alive '99, took AstroWorld, it had to relocate Told the dawgs I'd bring it back, it was a seal of faith Before no car notes, baby girl, she played the tourist guide Got the keys into my city, now she know the rides Got new money, got new problems, got new enemies When you make it to the top, that's the amenities Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the league And it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuries I got 'em stage divin' out the nosebleeds (Alright, alright, alright) And she hit that booger sugar 'til her nose bleed (Alright, alright, alright) Bounce that shit forever, she on both knees She was talkin' 'bout forever, got a whole week (Alright, alright, alright) Plus, she know my baby mama is a trophy She be throwin' up them B's, feel like we both bleed She keep my dick jumpin' up, feel like I'm Moby I'm way too gold for this beef, feel like I'm Kobe, yeah This right here is astronomical I see you picked up all my ways, I feel responsible They tryna say that all my problems is improbable They keep itchin' at my spirit, I'm diabolical, you feel me?

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​beibs in the trap

​beibs in the trap by Travis Scott (Ft. NAV)

That coca I just poured an eight in a liter Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho And she snortin' three lines like Adidas Got a black girl rollin' off molly Got a white bitch snortin' up snow Say she want real niggas in the party Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca) She said she want more, she said she want more So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose She said she want more, she said she want more So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more I just poured an eight in a liter With a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber Are you sure you wanna party with the demons? Bitch, lookin' for her phone, I ain't seen it Told Frost, "Bring the water," no Fiji Free Stix, I'm poured up and I'm leanin' I got a couple pussy niggas in they feelings 'Cause the main bitch wanna come see me She said she want more, your girl is a ho You need to let go, she fucked all my bros She snortin' the snow (That coca), now she touchin' her toes She got Anna Nicole all in her nose If they kick down the door, we gon' get locked for sure She said she want more, fuck it, I'ma get more (I'ma get more) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Nightmare, high-life, sleepy, night-night (Yeah) Flashes, spotlight, pull up, night sky (Yeah, yeah) Help it, peace, peace, peaced it (Yeah) Bite me, ride me (Yeah), strike me, indict me (Yeah, yeah) Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (Ooh, yeah) I'm lit, light–(Yeah)—nin' (Lit) White bitch (Bitch), she thick (Thick) Pulled out of the hood, Toyota Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh) Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda Ridin' 'round the city with my eyes closed (Yeah, yeah) Crazy Girls got it poppin', AOD got it poppin' (Yeah, yeah) Tryna text my accountant, ain't no service in the mountains (Straight up) Won't you come to the bottom? Know you heard a lot about 'em (Yeah) Heard they take that, then they change like a mood ring (Yeah, yeah) I watch 'em take that, then they change like a mood ring Pulled out of the hood, Toyota Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh) Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda Ridin' 'round the city with my eyes closed (Ooh) I just poured an eight in a liter Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho And she snortin' three lines like Adidas Got a black girl rollin' off molly (Molly) Got a white bitch snortin' up snow Say she want real niggas in the party Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca) She said she want more, she said she want more So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more (Ooh) Bitch close the door (Ooh), there's shit on your nose (Ooh) She said she want more (Ooh), she said she want more (Ooh) So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm

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90210

90210 by Travis Scott (Ft. Kacy Hill)

(Dean, what's poppin'? Hahahahaha. Yo, Travis) Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Mama's mailin' out that blow, cravin' 9021— Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley (Honestly, God bless) Who left her hometown world all for that alley Ooh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties (I hope it was wet like my jumper, though) Ooh, used to take the long way home Long way home, all for that candy (Hahahahaha, mhm) Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow Do, do, do Do, do Jacques turned La Flame, now he rollin' on an Addy Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy Ooh, he might pop him a pill, pop him a seal Pop anyone, pop anything Pop anything to find that alley Mhm, yeah, to find that alley (Mhm) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow Do, do, do Do, do In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley, ooh It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roamin' in that alley (Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow) Ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley (Do, do, do) (Do, do) Ooh, ahh (I gotta tell ya) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Ooh-ooh (All, all, all thang, thang) (All, all, all thang, thang) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (All, all, all thang, thang) (All, all, all thang, thang) Yeah My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard I'm worried you forget about me" (All, all, all) I'm fallin' in and out of clouds Don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh What happened? Now my daddy happy Mama called me up, that money comin' and she love me (All, all, all thang, thang) I done made it now, I done found life's meanin' now (All, all, all thang, thang) All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now Friends turnin' into fraud niggas Practicin' half the passion, you niggas packaged different (All, all, all thang, thang) All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it (All, all, all thang, thang) I'ma sell it, your niggas salary, we 'bout to cap, bitch Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys Smilin' at 'em laughin' at me I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked, then passed it back, bitch (All, all, all thang, thang) All of this off of rappin', should've wrote this in Latin, yeah-yeah (All, all, all thang, thang) Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Cuzzo said we hit the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a four He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo Told my auntie, "Put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down" Now you know you love your own now Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now Whole crew, I swear they countin' on me Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me Houses on me, he got them ounces on him Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm stylin' on 'em Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses I'm drivin' too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order My mom's biggest supporter, so now a nigga support a nigga (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

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YOSEMITE

YOSEMITE by Travis Scott (Ft. Gunna & NAV)

Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check (Check) Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest (Drip) Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess I eat her flesh, you know the rest Count up a hun', cop a Rolex (Checks) Shine like the sun, you truly blessed (Shine) Two-tone Patek (Mmm-mmm-mmm) In The Clearport like I Uber these jets (Jets) VVS's on me, got my Gucci shirt wet Put an M in my bag (Mmm), gon' get used to these racks (Used) I went to school where they teach you finesse (Mmm) Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ('Vest, mmm) I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk (Mmm-mmm-mmm) Know the coupe fast (Yeah), when it end with an "S" Now that I'm home, back off the road We shut it down where it ain't so With checks in the streets, Jay number 4s Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes Take it with me, double your dose Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows Said, "I'll be there in ten," but I got there in four See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold (Gold, gold, gold) Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm I left her wide open, no self control ('Trol, 'trol, 'trol) Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm Took nothin' but five minutes, she hopped in and drove (Drove, drove, drove) Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes (Flawless baguettes) Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check (Check) Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest (Drip) Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess I eat her flesh, you know the rest Count up a hun', cop a Rolex (Checks) Shine like the sun, you truly blessed (Shine, yeah) Two-tone Pateks (Mmm-mmm-mmm) In The Clearport like I Uber the jets (Jets) VVS's on me, got my Louis shirt wet It's an M in my bag (Mmm), gon' get used to these racks (Used) I went to school where they teach you finesse (Mmm) Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ('Vest, mmm) I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk (Mmm-mmm-mmm) Know the coupe fast (Yeah), when it end with an "S" La Flame on an island, me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet Got Pradas every color and I got CCs you ain't seen yet Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm askin', "Where the codeine at?" Thirty pointers and up, Eliantte, drippin', my whole team wet

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CAN’T SAY

CAN'T SAY by Travis Scott (Ft. Don Toliver)

No, you can't say if I'm mad or not Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on? I had to burn, I left skrrt marks, I had to dip (I had to) Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film You gotta watch out where you rock 'cause shit get real Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel Gotta take a long drive up the hill Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft Chicago baby, she just wanna drill The vibe's too wavy, it's too hard to kill Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real Uh-huh, yeah Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Oh, yeah Po—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip Oh my See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like You can't say if I'm mad or nah Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out What would you do if you heard I got it burnin' out? I let it burn, skrrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to) Better watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes, "I'm all in" Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin' You know I hit in the mornin', oh, yeah, she yawnin' I met you in the club, bitch, you know this shit mean nothin' Oh, didn't I hit your cousin? Mmm, no, no discussion Sippin' on lean, no Robitussin, oh, yeah, I know you love me I beat it, ain't no cuddlin', you down bad, you sufferin' I don't give a fuck how hard it get, that lil' bitch know I started this Uh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layup Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher You already know how I bust her, slang my chop' from Russia Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk, dip, dip, dip, dip Swang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk, dip No, you can't say if I'm mad or not Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on? I had to burn, I left skrrt marks, I had to dip Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

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STOP TRYING TO BE GOD

STOP TRYING TO BE GOD by Travis Scott (Ft. James Blake, Kid Cudi, Philip Bailey & Stevie Wonder)

This is the real action: the pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite Hmm-hmm Just know what this about Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm Palm trees, oceans, fresh air, that can break your heart Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God) Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God) Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are) Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God) Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job) Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God) Ride for it every night Visions and these angles tight Truth be told, I never try Diamonds are the wife of life All three Rollies look alike (Hm) After two you get a hook-up price Stripper never worked a nine-to-five (Hm) Delta and I ship it overnight (Hm) Stop tryna be God Almighty (Hm) Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah It's never love, no matter what you try Still can see it comin' down your eyes 'Cause they did not create commandments (Ooh-ooh) When you hustle, always make it fancy (Ooh-ooh) The signal's far from what you can be (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God) Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God) Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are) Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God) Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job) Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God) Stop tryna play God Almighty Always keep your circle tight I been wantin' shit my whole life I'm warning you, better not try to play God tonight If I love her, I'ma pass on her First rule of war, you find an act on her You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her But never turn your back on her 'Cause they did not create commandments When you hustle, always make it fancy The signal's far from what you can be 'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You won't succeed tryna learn me Stick to the roads in my journey Stay out of court when you got the attorney She say she love, but want to really burn me Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God) Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God) Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are) Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God) Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job) Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God) Is it the complex of the saint That's keepin' you so, so, so still still? Is it a coat of old paint That's peelin' every day against our will? Is it too long since the last Open conversation you had? Oh, no And did you see the void in the past? And can you ever see it comin' back? Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me? Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me? Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh That it?

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​through the late night

​through the late night by Travis Scott (Ft. Kid Cudi)

Hmm-hmm, meh-meh, mmm, meh-meh-meh Hmm-hmm, meh-meh, mmm, meh-meh-meh Hmm-hmm, meh-meh, mmm, me -meh-meh Hmm-hmm, meh-meh, mmm, meh-meh-meh (And then we) Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) All through the late night (And then we) S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Oh, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Woah) Blimp's soarin', how the hell did I get in this space? Four in the mornin', how did I get in this place? Oh, it don't matter, got smoke, drink, and I'm runnin' this space Done contemplatin', I'ma take it in and groove in this case N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be No sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play, gon' play until the day I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play, then we'll sleep all through the day and do it again See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) All through the late night (And then we) S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Oh, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the— Day and night (Yeah) I toss and turn, I keep stressin' my mind, mind (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) I seek the peace, sometimes I can't restrain (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) To join a rage at night, come out and play, play (Ooh), mmm-hmm Balance (Yeah), find your balance (Pipe up, yeah) God said it's my talent (Ooh-ooh), sprinkle lil' season on the salad (Ooh-ooh) Relieve my heart of malice (Yeah), hit my palace (Straight up) Stroke my cactus (It's lit), ooh, don't wait (Yeah), mmm, don't play (Yeah, yeah) Play no games like the NBA (Brr), throwin' checks like the NBA (Brr) You a ring, you a ring, we shootin' shots like the NRA (Brr) Yeah, she jammin', it's Travis and Kid Cudi (Straight up) The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B (Yeah) Shawty, yeah, on the scene, yeah (Yeah), pull up on the scene, yeah (Yeah) Sip my tea, lean no Hennessy (Yeah) Ah, save all, take it right (Yeah), ah, take it all, never light (Straight up) Ah, had a ball, had a night (Yeah), ah, after all, sleep good (Yeah) Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) All through the late night (And then we) S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Oh, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh) All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh) All through the late night (Woah)

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NO BYSTANDERS

NO BYSTANDERS by Travis Scott (Ft. Juice WRLD & Sheck Wes)

The party never ends In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge You'll be all out of love in the end (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) The party never ends In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge You'll be all out of love in the end See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Bicentennial man, put the city on slam She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose I don't set picks, I just shoot Chopped and get screwed I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs Put it on God, He the one that put me on top Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps Devil got the move on the drop Niggas tryna move on the Scott And move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep Gotta act a fool with the squad Next city, no sleep, back to the 713 (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man) Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans) Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein') (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) And they know whenever I land (I land) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) Heartbreak hotel Bet you can't take no L's Plug like AOL Who say that I ain't gon' sell? Hand me the H, I'll sell She said, "I got a nigga" I said, "I ain't gon' tell" Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale I'm sick of the drink (The drink, yeah) The flippin' of paint (The paint, yeah) Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah) Whippin' the tank (Wu-Tang, yeah) My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah) Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah) Got your bitch on a plane (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man) Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans) Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein') (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) And they know whenever I land (I land) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) The party never ends Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah, the party never ends) Family function, ain't no friends Had a line around my ends Turned 'em into M's Why you tryna make amends? What's that smell? It's heaven's scent And, like I jump straight out the wind Dodgin' Hell and sins I can't go back there again Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized Take the one, feel vilified You can't see my sons Like the light don't hit they side In the function, and I'm fried It's a strive, it's not a drive When they open wide It's a riot, riot Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up They know me when they see me, nigga, ah! Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah) Uh

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Drugs You Should Try It

Drugs You Should Try It by Travis Scott

(Hooo) yawa thgin eht esahc Ot ydaer 'nitteg er'uoy wonk I Ecnad annaw uoy wonk I ,evom annaw uoy wonk I Doom eht ni enola emoh er'uoy nehw I try it if it feels right This feels nice I've been down and lost for days Glad I found you on the way When the day gets brighter, the night gets nighter I always feel this way Through the hills I hear you callin', miles and miles away (Hooo) yawa thgin eht esahc Ot ydaer 'nitteg er’uoy wonk I Ecnad annaw uoy wonk I ,evom annaw uoy wonk I Doom eht ni enola emoh er'uoy nehw We up all night, from dawn to dusk it's always poppin' I fell in love, fell outta love, we both had options I played the drums, she rolled the drugs I rocked the club, we both throw up We was the band you never heard before You got that tat' above your crack And on your cat, you be right back Your momma never know We were rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' stones When I'm all alone I wish you had a clone I take that puff, you take that puff You know we never care to overdose See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like I try it if it feels right (Oh) This feels nice I've been down and lost for days Glad I found you on the way When the day gets brighter, the night gets nighter I always feel this way Through the hills I hear you callin', miles and miles away (Hooo) yawa thgin eht esahc Ot ydaer 'nitteg er'uoy wonk I Ecnad annaw uoy wonk I ,evom annaw uoy wonk I Doom eht ni enola emoh er'uoy nehw Shit, I try it if it feels nice Shit, this kinda feels nice M-miles and miles away Miles and miles away When you're home alone in the mood I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance I know you gettin' ready to Take the night away When you're home alone in the mood I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance I know you're gettin' ready to Chase the night away (Oooh) Oh, you love me, darling

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FE!N

FE!N by Travis Scott (Ft. Playboi Carti)

Just come outside for the night (Yeah) Take your time, get your light (Yeah) Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah I been out geekin' (Bitch) FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah) FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah) FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N The career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake) Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah) I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch) It's like always they just want a piece of mine (Ah) I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah) What I'm sippin' not kombucha, either pink or brown (It's lit) I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mmm, let's go) Oh my God, that bitch bitin' (That bitch bitin') Well, alright (Alright), tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this) In the night, come alive Ain't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain't FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Syrup, woah, what? What? (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) What? (Yeah) Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah) (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah) Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit and gettin' it live, hold up (Shit) Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' your tires, hold up (Shit) Uh, hundred-round (Woah), feelin' like I'm on ten Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hold up), shawty, I'm fuckin' your friend (Hold up) I've been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep end She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go FE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N (Syrup, oh, oh, what? Syrup) FE!N, FE!N (Syrup), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Oh, oh) FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout, let's go) I just been icin' my hoes, I just been drippin' my hoes (Drippin' my hoes) This is a whole 'nother level, shawty (Oh), I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes) I put the bitch on the road, she tryna fuck on the O, hold up, hold up I got this ho with me, she tryna show me somethin', hold up, hold up (Oh) I got flows for days, these niggas ain't on nothin', hold up, yeah (Oh) Me and my boy locked in, you know we on one, hold up, uh (Slatt, slatt) We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun up You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up (Slatt, bitch-ass) Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah (Wow) FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah) Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us? Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt), uh, yeah Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hold up (It's lit), slatt Everything hit, hold up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

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Maria I’m Drunk

Maria I'm Drunk by Travis Scott (Ft. Justin Bieber & Young Thug)

Made it to L.A., yeah Finally in L.A., yeah Lookin' for the weed though Tryna make my own dough Callin' for Maria Lost without Maria Might dive in the marina (Ooo-oooh, ooo-ooh) So trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I don't mind Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I don't mind Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Yeah, I don't mind See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Travis Scott You know, ooh Thugger Thugger, nigga (Ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk, hey) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk, get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk, ooh Twelve more hours left for us in a day (Call your friends and let's get drunk) I've been drinkin' all day, I've been floatin' all day (Ayy, ooh) (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Bring your ass over here now You know where, how I stay I've been gone for some time now (Yeah) I just want a lil' taste Mix, mix, pour (Lean, lean) (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Drinkin', sippin' slow (Slow it down, bae) (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Drink so cold now, froze (Pfft) Froze (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Froze (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh) Come on over, get drunk Damn, girl, I be up late If you want, you can meet me at the studio (You can meet me at the studio) (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Yeah, I've been drinkin' all night (Hey, ooh) Take a shot, all we got is Don Julio (All we got is Don Julio) (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Yeah, I'm guessin' this is new to you Thinkin' 'bout all the things that I would do to you Them lips on fire and them hips don't lie (Yeah, uh) Girl, I just wanna see what that booty do (Damn right) Let's lose each other's mind (Ah-ah) Let's make each other's night (Ah-ah) Take advantage of time While we both intertwined (Slow it down, bae) Girl, I want you on the rocks, no chaser (Oh no) Be sure to drink it all, won't waste ya (Oh no, pfft) I know you stay sober (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I'm sure a few drinks won't faze you (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Hol' up) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk, yeah Press lil' mama for weed, and she did it for free (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Yeah, that thing wet, baby, I need skis (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Skrrt, yeah, I need a ski Yeah, oh (Ayy) From the back, pull her track (Ayy) Then I'ma speed race in that (Skrrt) My mama still got my back (Ayy) Pull down your pants, I want crack (Yeah) I'm growing weed, this ain't trees, bitch My bitch brown like Hennessy, bitch Big blood like Freddy in dreams, bitch Dressed in a tie like the Dean, bitch Drunk and in love with my baby Baby, do not go fast, go slow, wait (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Tell me, tell me information, I got rank (Tell me) Let's take a shot together then lay up like planks (Ayy, ayy) Never ever do I wanna leave my lil' lady (Ayy) Catch 'em down bad, now they gotta plan 'fore that boy wake (Yeah) Told God if I get an iced out watch, I won't be late (I promise) Every time I try to stick it in all the way Baby girl be like, "Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy" (Haha) "Ayy, ayy" Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends and let's get drunk Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy

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3500

3500 by Travis Scott (Ft. 2 Chainz & Future)

Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head The bandana wrapped 'round your head Fuck niggas, they scared Ain't nobody triller than me Ain't nobody triller than Scott Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot Yah, these niggas is scared (Ooh) 30's in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know (30's in the city movin' slow) Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (Yeah!) (Only real niggas keep you float) Painkillers, ain't got back pain, know you gotta love it (Yeah!) Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em (Only trill niggas I know) Up and down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it (Alright! 30's in the city movin' slow) Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us (Only real niggas keep you float) Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it (Yeah!) (Only trill niggas I know) We're still holdin' that old thing, tryna rob me of it (Oh no!) One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it (Score!) (Thirties in the city movin' slow) I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public (Straight up!) Flyin' through, I got a young 'Yoncé with a Iggy on her (Yeah!) (Only trill niggas I know) Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it (Woo!) All these cups and damn, all these hoes These niggas up to somethin' (Oah!) Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly (Woo!) It's trill niggas, where it's trill niggas, a whole army of 'em (Woo!) (Only trill niggas I know) I run the check up, I'm a hot nigga, don't turn my 'countant on me (Yeah!) Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies, good Lord! (Good Lord! Ooh) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like 30's in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know 30's in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Smoke with me, drank with me, lean like I'm Clark Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park You niggas some marks and you ain't got no heart I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R (Only trill niggas I know) I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R I'm counting, I'm dripping, I'm fiending I'm not from this planet, I was abandoned Trill niggas, real niggas, popping them pill niggas Stack up a mil', nigga, like it's a lil' nigga This for the one who gon' load up that K for me This for the ones that ran off and didn't wait on me This for the niggas ran off and didn't wait on me This for you, bitch, you ran off and didn't wait on me (Only trill niggas I know) Hood nigga, fuck all that red carpet shit Hood nigga, I fuck a red carpet bitch I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist You can smell promethazine when I piss I pray to God, he bring me Actavis Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter Hop on the private, I do it, take all the mollies, I do it The Bentley put up with no mileage, I do it These Styrofoams with me legitimate I'm proudly downing these Percocets We just want to be stoners lately, I've been on, on, on This money an option, this weed is an option, this lean is an option Your bitch is an option, her bitch is an option I send them through auctions You paying that price for that punani This gold on my neck is a new Grammy 30's in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know 30's in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Yeahhh) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know (2 Chainz) My bathtub the size of swimming pools Backstroke to my children room Maybach in the living room (Ooh) I spent racks on these tennis shoes (Tell 'em) Niggas know what I'm finna do Time for me to put the mink up (I did) Forgiattos on the Brinks truck My favorite rapper drove a pink truck (Killa) I do shit that you dreamed of I was born with a mean mug (Damn) I was born with some nappy hair Drinkin' breast milk out a lean cup Tity Boi's my alias (Yeah) Real niggas my radius (Yeah) (Only trill niggas I—) Trill niggas on the song with me If she bad as hell I'll pay the babysitter (I will!) In a black Mercedes with her (Skrrt) Doin' about 180 with her (Skrrt) I was born a hustler, paraphernalia in my baby pictures Resident, all elegant (Elegant) Leather shit in my front yard (Swear) TV by my swimming pool (Swear) Got that built like a sports bar (Ayy) Chevelle with a new motor (Err) Got the bitch like a sports car (Yeah) Yeah, my name is Tity Boi (Oh) I don't fuck with hoes that wear sports bras (Nah) Crib bigger than your imagination Call the trap house the gas station (I did) Call momma's house the Jag station (Haha) Emoji, sad faces (Damn) Look at these niggas (Look!) I need to buy pocketbooks for these niggas 30's the city movin' slow (Punkass) Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat (3500) Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float; Real shit only here) Only trill niggas I know (Nah, for real) Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Nah, for real) Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Nah, for real) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Ooh) 30's in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Ain't nobody triller than me, ain't nobody triller than Scott Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' their spot, yah, we ride on a yacht, yeah Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter, yeah Ain't nobody triller, I knew it, ain't nobody triller, we knew it Pour up in H-Town, them niggas don't play 'round like Jas and Jr (Only real niggas keep it float) Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors (Only trill niggas I know) Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors (Only trill niggas I know) Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors 30's in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know

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WAKE UP

WAKE UP by Travis Scott (Ft. The Weeknd)

I don't wanna wake up I want you spread out on the sheets Said pussy so good Uh, pussy so sweet, uh I don't wanna wake up I want it flowin' through my streams Gettin' me hot Under my feet I don't wanna wake up Please don't wake me up, I feel it creepin' (Yeah) Controllin' how you movin', lucid dreamin' (Dreams) Always on the side of different seasons, yeah-yeah Took the beltway down to your hood (It's lit) Say you was in the crowd, I never looked Lookin' back how things came back around, guess I was hooked Burn the bread and then we burn the town, we both was cooked, yeah Nah, nah, please don't wake me up, feel like I'm dreamin' Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamen I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend (Yeah) That's my Coco, I'm her Ice-T (Coco, yeah, yeah) Bend her over for some pipin' (It's lit) Bust a cloud, shoot the lightnin' (Pop it) Pop it now, know we can't sleep (Sleep) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like I don't wanna wake up (Yeah) Want you spread out on the sheets (It's lit) Say, pussy so good (Pop it) Oh, pussy so sweet (Yeah) When I wake up (Yeah, yeah) Want a drop top on the beach (Straight up) Gettin' me hot, yeah (Yeah) Under my feet When I wake up You decide if I live or die When you're close, I'm alive, I can feel the sky I just want your body close to me, oh And if I O.D., I'll be alone with no heartbeat I hope they kill us with a ghost in the Lambo' And the doors goin' up, suicide I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up) I want you spread out on the sheets (Want you spread out on the sheets) 'Cause that pussy so good (Pussy so good), yeah Girl, that pussy so sweet (Pussy so sweet) I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up) I want it flowin' through my streams (Want it flowin' through my streams) Ha, gettin' me hot (Gettin' me hot) Oh, under my feet (My feet) I don't wanna wake up (Yeah)

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​the ends

​the ends by Travis Scott (Ft. André 3000)

2 AM, howlin' outside Lookin', but I cannot find Don't you fall asleep this time I been on a long way drive Only you can stand my mind Only you can fix inside So if I make it out tonight Let's make it a badass time Okay, I got it, copy 20/20 but I can't see nobody One eye open, Illuminati This might be the verse that make 'em drop me Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies (Yeah) No, that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby (Yeah, yeah) Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah X-ray vision, see through you niggas Newspaper stand, we press the issue (Press it, press it, press the issue) We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (Yeah, right up at your hood up north) Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals Cookin' on a tune, I've been cheffin' up instrumentals Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat (Back seat, back seat, back seat, back seat) Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet (Track meet, track meet, track meet, track meet) Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Eh-hey) To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (Hahaha) I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh Oh, I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know, ha I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids, hmm And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live (Ayy) Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around (Uh, uh) We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh And said he had a label recruitin' people (Uh) Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne It could've been me or could've been you too But what a memory, it may need interludes (Could've been me) What's gon' patch up my inner tube So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah In the ends, I'ma kick your door down, oh yeah We keep wildin' out the Mo' now, oh yeah Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya

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MELTDOWN

MELTDOWN by Travis Scott (Ft. Drake)

Yeah Tensions is definitely rising T'd up right now T time, T time T time, T time, T time Teatime like I got a cup of this shit Tee time like golf at a quarter to six I love to fuck on a regular bitch Famous hoes lame, but they stay on my dick Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit You talk to the cops on some therapist shit You act like you love this American shit But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6 Yeah, you scared of the 6 Yeah, you scared of the 6 Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke Now you wanna go and inherit that shit Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit The weapons we got are some terrorist shit Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit She askin' for bread for her parents and shit I told her I don't got no cash and she said she could wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit I pull out a million and stare at the shit My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit My schedule is out, come spin us, for real Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit You lucky that Vogue was suing 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like (I-I—) Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (Ah) And they scared of the seven (Seven) After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah) Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It's lit) Me at the house, I got seven in heaven They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend Lil' shawty a therapist (yeah), poppin' her shit She inching my way then she started confessing I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffery" Connect collect calls right off of the celly Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice) Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah), yeah Is you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go) Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap) Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs) Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch (Ooh) Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Nah) Is you fucking crazy? (What?) Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah) Is you fucking crazy? Yeah Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fuckin', is you fuckin' Is you fucking crazy? How many Texas boys done ran it up? A couple, maybe (Couple, maybe) Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (Fuck Mercedes) I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (Have the baby) I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (In Walmart) The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo) Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo) Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it) Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (Ooh) Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (Fuckin' crazy) Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up) Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah) We outside with the army, so you need the (Uh-huh) Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit) Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really hanging (Blickey, blickey, blaow) She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?) Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? Yeah Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fuckin', is you fuckin' Is you fucking crazy?

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CAROUSEL

CAROUSEL by Travis Scott (Ft. Frank Ocean)

What's crackin'? You already know who it is It's your boy, Big Tuck, Freight Train Tuck ASTROWORLD is now in session, you understand? I'm the dean of this here, I got this Yeah, yeah Parked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in, yeah (Yeah) Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement, uh (Alright) Bustin' the lights out soon as we came in, yeah (It's lit) What're they talkin' about, what's it pertainin'? (Yeah, yeah) Need me a therapist to ask if I'm aging (Yah) This M-E-D, it feel caved in (Yah) All of my demons invadin' I live paranoid, hesitatin' They bitin', they bitin' the cadence (Skrrt, skrrt) Go out their way, it's okay (Skrrt, skrrt) Just lock the doors at the basement (Skrrt, skrrt) I got a gate with my face in it Brand new, brand new, this new place I got to New world, new sky that's so blue it's black too (Yeah, yeah) New growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrew Blue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thru Boy, you too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimal (Ooh, ooh) Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Yeah Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue, yeah Put '84s on lanes, I ride by, you think it is spokes ('Pokes), uh We did it, we said it, we spoke ('Poke), yeah We put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo Moving in silence don't mean it's movin' slow Even though the speed got old Sprinkling methamphetamines on the leaves like the snow Bet they soak I'm a new species, tail swings on the road Come to reach and lose both Got springs like a toad Some for free in the tote Saké drown like round white diamonds, carats (Yeah) Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (Alright) Landing downwind, caught two wings (It's lit) Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (Yeah, yeah) Better pray, better pray, two wings (Straight up) Brand new, brand new, this new place I got to New world, new sky that's so blue it's black too New growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrew Blue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thru Boy, you're too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimal Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible

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FRANCHISE

FRANCHISE by Travis Scott (Ft. M.I.A. & Young Thug)

Yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Yup, in my white tee Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah) Cacti, not no iced tea (Hah) Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah) Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah) Uh, I just call her "bae" to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh) Incredible, icki-icki, in general I just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, ooh) Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, oooh) Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah) I seen his face, seen it (Ayy), yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go) Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt) Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat) Popped 'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da) Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up) I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy) Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck) Keep that, keep that ho (Uh) R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt) Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely) Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me) Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch) I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee) Yeah, yep, in my slime tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee) Princey in his prime, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee) Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee) Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doo) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Yup, in my white tee (Yeah) Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit) Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew) On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah) 'Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, don't be missin' man Mississippi, dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (Yeah) There's a lot I'm gon' spend Tell me when, I beam you to pull up, you gon' shootout while I spin Trippin' like I'm trigger happy; saltfish, ackee, ackee Golf buggy, Kawasaki; catch a fish: sushi, maki, livin' life London city, left the town (Ah) Thug and Travis be the fam Yup, yeah, you know that (Slatt) And when they free us out, it's gonna be a film, a Kodak (Yeah) Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like Pollack I've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendencies I've been up since, cheffin' it, whippin' it to the base rock, I provide the remedy (Let's go) When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit), it's like Zootopia You see the crosses over ya (Yeah), that's how you know it's us At 4 A.M. I'm phonin' ya', not for no shoulder rub Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck Yup, in my white tee (Yeah) Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please Yeah, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me Yeah, on boxes of checks, not my-, checks, not my (Maya!) I be where the fuck the light be Bangers in the system, it's Bangers in the system, it's Ancient Anunnaki Bangers in the system, it's that Bangers in the system, it's that M.I.A.​

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SKELETONS

SKELETONS by Travis Scott (Ft. Pharrell Williams, Tame Impala & The Weeknd)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, ooh) Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Louder (Louder) Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher (Uh, yeah) It's like standing in the ocean We just rocked Coachella, I gave her half of the check It was good sex, honorable mention to the neck (Just let this wash on me) Didn't pass the loud, that was out of respect Afterwards, pass the towel, I was out of Kleenex (In the memory, standing in the ocean) If you take your girl out, do you expect sex? If she take her titties out, do you expect checks? First visit, I gave her a pearl necklace (Just let this wash on me) Next visit, I'ma need your girl naked (Feels like slow motion) Took a church visit, you know, 'cause the world hectic Like floating, if I can't be in time I don't know, I don't know (Wash on me, wash on me, yeah) In the ocean, if I can't be loved I don't know a sound (That's right) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Standing in the ocean (Standing in the ocean) Just let this wash on me (Ooh) Bad memories like waves Echoing (Echoing), echoing Standing in the ocean (Oh, baby) Standing in the ocean Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed

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ASTROTHUNDER

ASTROTHUNDER by Travis Scott

High off life, yeah Seem like the life I fiend Seem like the life I fiend's a little distant, yeah Seems like the life I need, yeah Seems like the life I need's a little distant, yeah Light the remedy, yeah Sit back while I ride the deep, do it on repeat, repeat Sins controlling me, yeah Angels, halos over me, I need blessings and my peace You been out the streets, yeah Wildin' on me and all my G's, we been going for a week Now you wanna peek, yeah Hands up, why they tryna reach? I can't even get that deep Told you, I don't teach (Yeah) Practice, oh, no, never preach Practice, oh, no, never preach Infiltrate the enemy, moving on them randomly Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah Yeah Feels like the life I need, yeah Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeahSee Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like

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​way back

​way back by Travis Scott

(Woah-o-o-oah) Yeah, boy (Woah-o-o-oah) Yeah, boy (Woah-o-o-oah) Yeah, boy (Woah-o-o-oah) Don't wet no more I need fake niggas to get way back James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back (Woo) I can't get no rest (We in the house) I fall asleep with a TEC (Rack) Stashin' all the pills in my desk (Rack) Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on) I can't get no rest (Come on) I ride around with a TEC (Champ) Stashin' all the pills in my desk (Champ) Wearin' every chain on my neck (Go crazy on 'em) Woah, wait It's summertime, why they tryna throw shade? All these wins, I can never Golden State (Yeah) UFC, I'm tapping to my old ways (Alright) I'm addressing shit like I'm on Waze Showed ya love, ain't show it back in, okay Like the girl, that she go both ways Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (Yeah, woah-o-o-oah) Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay (Woah-o-o-oah) I be (Yeah) makin' mills, made it to a hobby (It's lit) Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby Oh, so loaded off the pills so don't ever try me So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like I need fake niggas to get way back (Way back) James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back (Woo) I can't get no rest (We in the house) I fall asleep with a TEC (Rack) If I take a sip, take the rest (Rack) Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on) I can't get no rest (Come on) I ride around with a TEC (Champ) Stashin' all the pills in my desk (Champ) Wearin' every chain on my neck (Go crazy on 'em, we in the house) Look, boy, boy, don't believe what's on your TV Look, boy, don't you sit close to the TV Look, boy, seeing is believing Look, boy, look, boy (Yeah) Would it be unlawful (Yeah) To spend this honeymoon in a brothel? And share pics from the camera But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal I'm down in the Meadows Slidin' down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto Need my Rio de Janeiro And I'm swimmin' out that bitch, Michael Phelps with the medals So visit me (Yeah) I just built a castle deep (Yeah, yeah) In them trees (Yeah) That's how I get them backwoods free (Yeah, yeah) This right here some savagery (Yeah, yeah) Bend it back from me (Yeah, yeah) Way, way back for me (Yeah, yeah) Way, way back for me Way, way back for me Way, way back for me Woah-o-oa-oah Woah

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Watch

Watch by Travis Scott (Ft. Kanye West & Lil Uzi Vert)

Because it's the last ride that I'm ever gonna, that I'm ever gonna take at AstroWorld Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy, you learned the hard way Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case Look, pull up Sky Dweller, and it's vanilla All white, that Plain Jane, yeah The rose gold one better, hundred or better I took the money and flooded my bezel You diamond to rock, computed the settin' VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle I popped a molly to get on my level Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11 Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon? Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (Yeah) Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade, uh (Yeah) Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take, uh (It's lit) No, can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (Laced) Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Like woah (Yeah, yeah, alright) Yeah, they really want my soul (Yeah) That can never go (Straight up) Angel in the snow (White) Always leave me cold (Ice) Leave it on the floor but she's slidin' from the pole (What?) Like woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Really on speed (Yeah, cash) You and ivory is all I need (Skrrt-skrrt) All agreed, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (Trees) It's stuck in heat, link up with the dawgs and then we flee Way this summer goin', I might start my summer league (League) Every young nigga get a check and get a team Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen (Yeah) No small faces, it's just an AP beamin' (Yeah, yeah) Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (Yeah) Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie You should gon' hide it, man, it's too bad Like a bald nigga still wearin' durags, ha Israeli guards, boy, please be mindful Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind filled I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack One year, it's Illuminati, next year, it's the Sunken Place They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place I need someone else to make this drink, because You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what? Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch We have bust-down Rollies, bust-down Pateks And I told him I needed him to bust down our new baby

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MY EYES

MY EYES by Travis Scott

When I stare in your eyes You'll be there forever To watch our life (To watch our life together) You just like going to Heaven (My heart) Oh, where are you taking me? (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah) I'm fallin' and I'm drownin' But you're takin' me One thousand on my feet, stacks spreaded on my seat Ten thousand on my eyes (Eyes) Rollie Pollie on my wrist Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' no FaceTime Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race Emboldеned by the bliss I was sworn in by a kiss Late from thе country caters No peacemaker, I sweep up cases Goin' on a walk with a new suit armor New suit dead, Bottega, that's on it Give me the heat from the sleep, then I harm her Cupid creep in, sleep with a hammer Three time to get me T-T-T'd Still same phone, AT&T-T Still givin' news very vividly Beefin' up, fuck a beef Smokin' on some vicious type of reefer I need no beef, no cheese (Yeah) Even when I eat, they cheat (Uh) Every time we meet, naive See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like When I stare in your eyes You'll be there forever To watch our life (To watch our life together) You just like going to Heav— (My heart) One thousand on my feet, stacks spreaded on my seat Ten thousand on my eyes (Eyes) Yeah, it's mad how it gets so deep It's mad how I get so high It's mad how you get me by (By) Tell me, tell me Tell me, tell me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me Look in my eyes, tell me your tale Do you see the road, the map to my soul? Look, tell me the signs whenever the smoke clear out of my face Am I picture-perfect or do I look fried? All of that green and yellow, that drip from your eyes is tellin' Tell you demise, I went to my side To push back the ceilin' and push back the feelings, I had to decide I replay them nights, and right by my side, all I see is a sea of people that ride wit' me If they just knew what Scotty would do to jump off the stage and save him a child The things I created became the most weighted, I gotta find balance and keep me inspired (Hah) Yeah, yeah That shit wild, instead I'm a hero I took it from zero, LaFlame Usain I run it for miles, this shit wasn't luck They got me fucked up, I put you on bus and take you around A couple of guys inside of the school, I gave 'em the tools to get it off ground They say they the ones when they make the errors Can't look in the mirror (That shit wild) I stand on the stage, I give 'em the rage No turnin' it down, can't tame it, can't follow it We do in the streets, we do it for keeps We do it for rights, got fifty-two weeks This shit ain't for pleasure, I'm comin' to tweak This shit is forever and infinity Number eight, yeah, we write it and wrap it around I take me a bean and I turn to a beast Bought the crib on a hill, made it harder to reach Bought a couple more whips 'cause I needed more speed Bought a couple more watches, I needed more time Didn't buy the condo, it was smarter to lease And I bought some more ice 'cause I brought in the heat Made a cast of my dick, so she never gon' cheat If I gave you a day in my life or a day in my eyes, don't blink

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Mamacita

Mamacita by Travis Scott (Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)

What, what? Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita Woah-oh-oh, woah, woah-oh-oh Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita Woah-oh-oh, woah, woah-oh-oh This the last days to the rodeo Last night had me down in the back, comatose Don't think sunshades and a pill gon' help Once I'm gone, can't tame myself (Myself, myself) Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita You know I really need ya Need ya, need ya right now She get freaky when the light's down The shit's crack, no way niggas could pipe down With the head first, got her straight out of the nightgown Nothin' like the light-skinned mamacitas in H-Town They got them pornstar big booties Let me film it, then shoot it 3D money, no illusion Depending if I'm feelin' bougie Might hit your line, bitch Had to cut my phone off Bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr) Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer (Ha) Hey, the bitch so bad Caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Ha) (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that my mamacita, hey (Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?) Mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo) (Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita) That's my, my mama, mamacita (Woo) That's my mama, mamacita (Woo) That's my mama, mamacita (Racks) (Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita) That's my mama, mamacita (What?) That's my, that's my, mamacita That's my, that's my mamacita That's my— See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Motherfuckin' girl, I love her I'ma give her the world (Woo) Ayy, fuck her, I wanna fuck her mother (Woo) I just might give her my little girl (Woo) No, no, I won't let go, bro, bad ho She look the best with a 'fro (Woo) Natural nat-nat on go (Woo) Damn, Quan, turn on the stove (Woo) Whip it 'til I have a stroke (Woo) I do not fuck with America (Woo) I get it straight off the boat (Brr) Oh, damn (Woo) The kush, it never make me choke Slow down I'm speedin' and I got a trunk full of wham (Woo) Damn, twenty-five thousand on an old school Cam SS me, these bitches wan' molest me Damn, they'll sex me, she a lesbian She want chicken like sesame And she tryin' to undress me, test me Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, you dig? (Hey) Had to cut my phone off Bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr) Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer (Ha) Hey, the bitch so bad Caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Ha) (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita, hey (Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?) Mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo) (Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita) That's my mama, mamacita (Woo) That's my mama, mamacita (Woo) That's my mama, mamacita (Racks) (Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita) That's my mama, mamacita (What?) That's my, that's my, mamacita That's my, that's my mamacita That's my— Bad little college ho that I got on the east skirts of Decatur (What you talkin' 'bout, Rich Homie?) Best believe that she cover Rich Homie Quan like a blazer (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I smoke a lot of weed, keep my music turned up Fuck my neighbors (I know they can't fucking stand me, nigga) I fuck a nigga bitch and turn her like a table (Ha) Ayy, I'm still practicin' so you know I'm gettin' greater (I swear to God) Ayy, still wearin' long socks and shorts like Fabo (D4, D4, D4) Ayy, He was hatin' at first, now he tryna make the payroll (Tryna get some money) Ayy, got a stupid bitch who'll do whatever I say so (Hey) Ayy (Ayy), money on your head like a Jesus piece (What?) Right now I'm higher than Khalifa be (Gone) Bad bitch lookin' like a Filipina (Bad) Ooh, you're killin' me (Ha), ooh (What?) Remember me You (You), finna be (What?) Deceased if you keep callin' me (Hey) Therefore I had to cut my phone off Bitch got it vibratin' on me like a beeper (Brrr) Boy, I'm in Colorado smokin' California reefer (Ha) Hey, the bitch so bad Caught a ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Ha) (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey, and I ain't kin to Wayne but that's my mamacita, hey (Mamacita, mamacita, what? What?) Mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita (Woo) (Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita) That's my mama, mamacita (Woo) That's my mama, mamacita (Woo) That's my mama, mamacita (Racks) (Mamacita, 'cita, 'cita) That's my mama, mamacita (What?) That's my, that's my, mamacita That's my, that's my mamacita

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HOUSTONFORNICATION

HOUSTONFORNICATION by Travis Scott

Mhm I might need me some ventilation A lil' vacation, Houstonfornication Mind redefine new renovations Space coupe back out of the space station Float around town, do that on the daily How I'm supposed to feel safe? 12 live adjacent (12) Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (Yah) Yeah, spendin' all my time up there gettin' faded (It's lit) Yeah, handin' out the E! to the Entertainment (Alright) Yeah, you know on this side it's poppin' and it's dangerous (Pop it, pop it) Ridin' through the clouds, we goin' through the vapors (Phew, phew) I'm just tryna get the paper, stayin' out the papers It ain't easily done, it ain't easy (Yeah) Pop a seal like it's Chris, make it look Breezy (It's lit) Weddin' bands on my fist, shit is freezing (Straight up) Throw the bands, get a kiss, then she leave me (Cash) I just want the peace, it's still Lambo' over Mercedes, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt) Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yeah (My baby) Had a few pop singers, anyone could be your mama (Yeah) Had some real conversations with my nigga Bill about Congress, yeah (Straight up) We at the fest', come and link, per-request, yeah (Alright) Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, yah (Yeah) Seein' flashes, oh, no-nah, that's my neck, yah (It's lit) I've been livin' paranoid, watch your step, uh (Yeah, yeah) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man We always forgive, but don't forget easily (Oh, no) Cut my phone off so they can never reach me Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (Yeah) I might need me some ventilation A lil' vacation, Houstonfornication Mind redefine new renovations Space coupe back out of the space station If it rise on the East, land on the West We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash (Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip) Yeah, nobody can press me but the press, uh Nobody can check me when it's chess, uh (Ah, nah, for real) They comin' at my neck like Gillette, uh (Gillette) I'm hard to catch, that's the butterfly effect, yeah I've been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh Took the girl off the network then up the net, uh Iced out watches for the gang, Patek the set Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah Just keep droppin' them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah We ain't gon' play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex? Yeah All my dogs in my will, they gon' ride through to the death, yeah Elevator up the hill, we ain't never take the steps, uh (Yeah, yeah) Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man We always forgive, but don't forget easily (Oh, no) Cut my phone off so they can never reach me Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (Yeah) I might need me some ventilation A lil' vacation, Houstonfornication Mind redefine new renovations Space coupe back out of the space station If it rise on the East, land on the West We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash

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R.I.P. SCREW

R.I.P. SCREW by Travis Scott (Ft. Swae Lee)

(Ya know? Southside) Rest in peace to Screw, tonight, we take it slowly (Yeah) I'm gonna let you know the move I'm gonna let you know the move I'm gonna take you on a cruise I'm gonna take you home and screw (Southside) And that's all I've been sayin' (Southside) If you fall for the games, then you're the one playin' Because it's too much money out here And there's too many honeys out here Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird Rest in peace to Screw, tonight, we take it slowly Oh my God, I just can feel the love Drop top with the windows up Jump inside, oh, won't you roll with us? Make the devil bite the angel dust Shawty got a thing for us, shawty, what you want? Tell me what you like, tell me what you want See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Rest In Peace to Screw, tonight, we take it slowly, yeah (Ooh-ooh) I just took a four to the head like man (Ooh-ooh) Drop the top on the slab like man (Ooh-ooh) Off the top of the dome like man (Ooh-ooh) Nothin' beatin' home like man (Ooh-ooh) In the Screw tape zone like man (Ooh-ooh) I go Pimp C on the phone like man (Ooh-ooh) Flip say platinum, don't do chrome like man Had the Southside fade, now let the braids hang This shit S.U.C. smooth like man Rest In Peace, Screw, like man Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly Oh my God, I just can feel the love Drop top with the windows up Screw found international sound because Throughout the South, and it's new to, um Shawty got a thing for us

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​coordinate

​coordinate by Travis Scott (Ft. Blac Youngsta)

Ayy, Travis Scott Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, Trav You know what the fuck up, nigga? Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Nigga, nigga, one thing for sure Two things for certain, nigga We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga And wearin' these motherfuckin' Rockstar jeans, nigga They want what a nigga can't stand I know what they can't stand I know why they mad, nigga Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? But we don't give a fuck, yeah We gon' keep this big ass MAC-11 on deck If any fuck nigga get out of line If any fuck nigga want do somethin', nigga, we can do it, nigga Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah) I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Spend that money fast if I had to Make that money back if I have you (It's lit) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up) Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Highway, dip in traffic Two gears, automatic Leave the strip club tragic Two broads going at it (It's lit) Me and Jacques going brazy Me and Chase going brazy (Straight up) Smashin' off your old lady (Yeah) Everythin' all gravy (Yeah) Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (It's lit) Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (Straight up) Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it I'ma take her to the back rah Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Spend that money fast if I had to (Yeah) Make that money back if I have you (It's lit) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up) Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah (Straight up) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah (Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya Outchea goin' hard for ya (Straight up) You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya, yeah You've been goin' hard for ya You might fear my ideas When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (It's lit) When I run a fire drill, you're right here Everytime we drop out, we drop chills (Straight up) Tryna tell ya Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) Outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya, yeah (Yeah, yeah) You've been goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Spend that money fast if I had to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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NC-17

NC-17 by Travis Scott (Ft. 21 Savage)

Woo Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (Woo) Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (Serve, yeah) Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (Wet) Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it (It's lit) If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (Ice) Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (Nah) Pour different colors, sippin' tainted (Ooh) Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin' (Vibe) Don't do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (Swing) Shawty got the 'K, don't entertain threats (Pew, pew) Shawty came my way, she brought the same sex (Same) Bust it down, she talkin' body language (It's lit) Eatin' that punane, got my bangs wet (Eat it up) We gon' have to change for the banquet (Drippin') Solo with Mulsanne, it's not the same specs (Skrrt, skrrt) Pull up, left with somethin' I ain't came with (Alright) Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Ice froze, glow Get glow, get glow (Yeah, yeah) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Three main bitches thinkin' they my main bitch (21, 21) Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with (Straight up, straight up) Don't you come outside, we on that gang shit (Straight up, straight up) Had to switch my T-shirt 'cause she stained it (On God) Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21) Fuckin' 'round with Travis, you get crossed out (Crossed out) He used to be on, that nigga off now (He off now) I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dawgs now (Straight up, straight up) Earrings cost a quarter, certified by G.I.A. (21) If it's 'bout my bae or 'bout some smoke, I'm on my way (Skrrt-skrrt) Your bitch gave the Kid Cudi, but I'm not signed to Ye (On God) I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Babyface (21, woo) Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (Woo) Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (Serve, yeah) Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (Wet) Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it (It's lit, yah, yah, yah, bang, yah, yah, yah) If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (Ice) Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (Nah) Pour different colors, sippin' tainted (Ooh) Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin' (Vibe)

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Pornography

Pornography by Travis Scott

Nine light years away, just outside of the Kepler solar system We find ourselves consumed and utterly mesmerized With a story of a young rebel against the system Refusing to conform or comply to the ways of authority He chose the mood of "Fuck this shit" At that moment, the one known as Jacques turned to Scott Chose to jump off his mama porch leading the stampede of lost souls In the middle of their metamorphosis, not quite through with their journey Ain't made it to wherever the fuck they gon' be in life But wherever it is, it's better than here, so fuck you, and fuck this No monogamy, ménage with me Pornography surrounding me You get high with me, you come down with me That's all I need in my fantasy All these flashing lights—, lights—, lights— Give you some of me, you want all of me And get high with me and come down with me Yeah, that's all I need in my fantasy You remind me of my ex, crazy love We designed our love around the drugs We both in this club, we both tryna fuck I'ma rub a dub, tryna get a nut See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like No monogamy, ménage with me Pornography surrounding me You get high with me, you come down with me That's all I need in my fantasy All these flashing lights blinding me Give you some of me, you want all of me And get high with me and come down with me Yeah, that's all I need in my fantasy The story of the bastard was never told The soul of a bastard was never sold Will he survive, or will he fold up? Living like a bronco, lifestyle wild and untamed Sit sip at the top, a long list of no named Misfits can't wait to get a chance to say "Fuck you" To the ones who said "Fuck you" 'Til you doing ya thing, codeine and cocaine cartels Who leads the charge of this young mob? "La Flame," he hears in his head, "The world is yours" (Yours, yours) Wake up, nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga Niggas in the bushes in the farms, might gotta rake up a nigga I'm way too antsy 'cause my ambition's too frantic I might need to move to Atlantis 'cause my mind too outlandish It's the rodeo, time to get started Houston nigga goin' James Harden They was wildin' on us niggas in the projects Wonder why a nigga went cold-hearted They wanna put my soul up on an auction But I'ma make 'em take the fall like August And they gon' vote me right in on my caucus And I'ma show these niggas how to get lawless Why your hands out, asking could you hold one? Who do I owe? Nigga, no one They bigging you up but you low down Animated acting frozen I got porno pics, wish I can post them Stackin' Franklins, I can't fold 'em Niggas askin' for the old him But I'm way too young to be the old him I'ma make this shit crack Lamar Odom 'Til I climb to the top of the podium So wake up, nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga Niggas in the bushes, niggas on the farm, might gotta rake up a nigga I'm way too antsy 'cause my ambition's too frantic I might move out to Atlantis 'cause my mind too outlandish We gon' rule the world, we gon' rule the world We gon' rule the world, hmm Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never ever gonna stop it! La Flame says, "Let your ambition carry you"

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Skyfall

Skyfall by Travis Scott (Ft. Young Thug)

Ooh, ah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah Oooh, ahh, oooh, oooh, ahh I'm trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy The sky keep on fallin', the drugs I keep callin' They keep pickin' up for me, they love me I don't wanna buy, oh no It won't get me high, oh no I'm trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin' Yeah, that's that loud shit, yeah I been out on my latest trip I've been drunk in my latest whip So I might crash in that ass for real (For real, for real) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Hit the club for the cougars I never got down with the morals of Martin Luther I'm just tryna ball, why these niggas want me neutered? Got her down to her drawers, tryna get a little nuder They just wanna hang like my nigga Mr. Cooper I'm so 'head of my time, could I show up any sooner? They said I fucked the roommates, so you know that just a rumor Have you ever got stoned with your motherfuckin' jeweler? (Jeweler) Scott La Flame, no Rick the Ruler, yeah I don't wanna buy no more (No more) Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more (No more) My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy The drugs keep— I'm trapped in my conscious (Ooh, ah) My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah) I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy Where's the love if you love me? (Oooh, ahh, oooh, oooh, ahh) I don't wanna buy no more (No more) Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more I'm trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin' The drugs keep on callin' (Callin') The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin' The sky keep on fallin' (On fallin') The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin' (Fallin') The sky keep on fallin' (Fallin') The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin' (Fallin') The sky keep on fallin' (Fallin') The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin' (Keep on fallin') (Ooh, ah) Look me inside of my eyes (Ooh, ah) (Ooh, ah) All of this pain, but I'm tryna disguise (Ooh, ah) I'm it, like a game that get played by a kid Pussy boy, I'm on your head like a wig Diamonds water like I bought 'em from a squid A1's what she get when she want dick Black diamonds like I'm Akon kid Whippin', I can turn a two to a six Real talk, on Blood, you dead (Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah) And I still want that head like a lid Hit the school, make it rain on a principal I will leave a nigga smokin' like an Optimo All my bitches, they on green, go They riding with heat, ready to sting, bro I got 300 bitches like I'm Sosa, ho (Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah) My jewelry shinin' like some Mop & Glo Inside her pants is a camel toe I swear I fell in love with all those (Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah) I don't wanna buy no more (No more) Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more (No more) My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy The drugs keep— I'm trapped in my conscious (Ooh, ah) My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah) I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy Where's the love if you love me? (Oooh, ahh, oooh, oooh, ahh) I don't wanna buy no more (No more) Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more I'm trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin' Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga

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Pray 4 Love

Pray 4 Love by Travis Scott (Ft. The Weeknd)

Oh, oh, don't pray for love Oh, oh, say it loud Just ask the lonely, oh-oh Just ask the lonely, oh-oh Pray for who lost they fate and died too young Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love Pray for my liver when I'm off in this club I pray that the demons go away, they hauntin' us Man, I can't take no more of this lifestyle we been living Man, I can't take no more of the white powers in position Gotta grab up J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich Told Chase we ain't going back, you know we gotta hitch I mean, I'm aggravated, agitated, I admit Intoxicated, animated, got me feeling kinda lit Contemplating fornicating, might as well fuck up some shit They looking at me way too crazy, got me feeling communist But I'm just trying to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix (Just ask the lonely) If my album never sell, then we gon' hit that lick Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz (Just ask the lonely) It's the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us Oh, oh, don't pray for love Oh, oh, say it loud Just ask the lonely, oh-oh Just ask the lonely, oh-oh See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Pills (Pills, pills), have you ever been through life's (Through life's), challenges? Promises? Promises? (Challenges? Promises? Promises?) Get down, I'm prayin' (Get down, I'm prayin') Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques Let me tell you how I turned Scott How I went down on the block Waterfall around ten o'clock And how we came up getting all the knots, dodging cops, yeah 'Fore a nigga had the locks (Just ask the lonely) 'Fore a nigga had the chain, 'fore I had the bops Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch (Just ask the lonely) Every time we in the party, took it up a notch Now I'm thinking 'bout this new girl, and she doing pop (Oh-oh) Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box (Don't pray for love) Tired of seein' these black kids on the face of FOX (Oh-oh) And fuck CNN, they don't wanna see us win (Say it loud) Mama, don't you worry no, no more, worry no, no more (Just ask the lonely) I'ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor You always told me what I plant, that shit gotta grow (Just ask the lonely) And anything I detonate, that shit gotta blow Pray for y'all No, oh, oh (Woah) We don't pray for love, no more, no more (Woah, woah, woah) We don't wanna save you on the cover of a carton (We don't wanna save no more) We don't wanna save you all alone, oh, (No more, no more, no more, no more), all alone Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no, hm, no, no, no, no, no, no (Just ask the lonely) Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no (Just ask the lonely) Hm, no, no, no, no, yeah Underrated is an understatement They tryna test greatness, a nigga tryna get paid These niggas fiends watching all of my moves 'Cause the music like crack, got me cooking all day I'm right here, you know where I stay And if you don't, then ask your girl, she probably know the way She like my show lights, she wanna be wifey She know that if she got me then she gon' be good for life So I pull out for the climax, faster than a hi-hat Sorry, baby, I don't play And if I did, you know my kids would be ballin' And my daughter gon' never meet a nigga like me My niggas pull up in that Rolls-Royce Like they sell that coke, boy, shout out to the Coke Boys They never pray for us, nobody pray for us Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no Oh, oh, don't pray for love (Oh, oh) Oh, oh, say it loud (Oh, oh) Just ask the lonely Just ask the lonely, oh-oh (Just ask the lonely)

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​wonderful

​wonderful by Travis Scott (Ft. The Weeknd)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time (Yeah) Been a minute since I pulled up outside (Skrrt-skrrt) Shut it down, yeah, you do that every time (Okay) Ooh-wee, got a feelin' you might, yeah (Yeah) Work it like a stripper, yeah, but you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah, work that 9 to 5 with ya, yeah Have to smoke a pound with ya Oh my (Yeah), on a vibe, what a wonderful time (It's lit) Hundred deep, all my niggas outside Valet park when I pull up in the ride (Yeah, yeah) Ho, it's late, you might have to spend the night, yeah Oh, I love my city lit at night, yeah (Yeah) Oh, I love my bitches when they bite, yeah (Yeah) Oh, let's call some up and let's get right, yeah (Yeah) Oh-oh (Yeah) We just landed in your city, go time Drivin' to the venue like she seein' no signs She got all the passes, she don't ever do lines Bustin' like she single, she ain't wastin' no time (Alright) You cannot record, that's for the show now (Oh, no) Leave your phone, you'll get that later on now (Straight up) Pour that special drink, that's for my throat now (Yeah) And take a sip See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time Been a minute since I pulled up outside Shut it down, yeah, we do that every time Ooh-wee, got a feelin' you might, might (Yeah) Work it like a stripper, yeah, but you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah (Down with ya), work that 9 to 5 with ya, yeah (Work with ya) Have to smoke a pound with ya (Pound with ya) Oh me, oh my Why they wonderin' who the kid sleepin' 'side? I been up sleepless late nights Override, yeah, overdrive, yeah (Oh) Bag it, bag it up, just bag it up, yeah (Yeah) Wanna try this one more again? (Oh my) I been on the edge (Yeah, yeah) Scopin' through the lens, these thoughts is in my mind Got me on the drive, got me on the ride to a wonderful time Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time (Straight up) Been a minute since I pulled up outside Shut it down, yeah, we do that every time Ooh-wee, got a feelin' you might, yeah (Yeah) Oh my, what a wonderful time Been a minute since I pulled up outside Shut it down, yeah, you do that every time Ooh-wee, got a feelin' you might, yeah Work it like a stripper, yeah, but you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah, work that 9 to 5 with ya, yeah Have to smoke a pound with ya (Oh, me) Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na

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I KNOW ?

I KNOW ? by Travis Scott

Tell me, is you still up? (Up) It's 5 AM and I'm drunk right now Tell me, can we still fuck? (Fuck that shit) One of one, I'm in the zone right now Tell me, am I still? (Mm) Tellin' you just how I feel right now You said it's just the drugs and I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I lied too, way before (Let's go), before Before I had you right inside my arms But then again, I could be drunk (It's lit, yeah) Baby, I don't wanna sound righteous (Yeah) I got twenty bitches suckin' like bisons I just eeny, meeny, miney, roll the dices, I pick her (Pop it, pop it) She ain't even really my type, and I hear She been losin' herself to the night shift She been losin' herself and I get, oh, girl, yeah, I get it Yeah, yeah, you've been fightin' for your shot And you've been searchin' for your spot Girl, I feel it, yeah, girl, I feel it, yeah Oh, you think you got your groove But you want someone like you (Let—) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Tell me, is you still up? (Up) It's 5 AM and I'm drunk right now Tell me, can we still fuck? (Fuck that shit) One of one, I'm in the zone right now Tell me, am I still? (Mm) Tellin' you just how I feel right now You said it's just the drugs and I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Ooh, it's the kid, know it, damn it) I lied too, way before, before (How they feelin', how they feelin' right here, ooh) Before I had you right inside my arms (Feelin' like some money tonight) But then again, I could be drunk (Yeah) I know, mami, I know (Know), it's 2 AM, don't stress (Stress) At three, that bullshit kick in, in thirty, you'll feel your best I turned my whole spot to crucial, it's crucial, the way I left (It's lit) Upstairs is like a low, my new bitches be the best (Let's go) I'm lookin' at her, when her startin' to turn into you (Her) Now you startin' to fuck up my mind, is it you, is it her? We brought Booby Trap to the 'burbs F29 is my address, in case you ain't heard It's floodin' upstairs, it's a leak I don't make it squeak, make it squirt I make this shit beat, bon appétit when I feast Slippin' and slide through the streets It takes a finesse, especially in this Cabriolet G Engine make it hard to creep Just leave the gate open, through the side door, I'ma creep (Ooh, ooh) Are you by the Turrell? And are the kids downstairs asleep? And are you upstairs by yourself? A minute from there Is there some room for me? Baby, do tell, do tell Tell me, is you still up? (Up) It's 5 AM and I'm drunk right now Tell me, can we still fuck? (Fuck that shit) One of one, I'm in the zone right now Tell me, am I still? (Mm) Tellin' you just how I feel right now You said it's just the drugs and I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I lied too, way before (Let's go), before Before I had you right inside my arms But then again, I could be drunk

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​first take

​first take by Travis Scott (Ft. Bryson Tiller)

Don't like what I saw This life without yours Despite I was lost Despite you got flaws Just let our love play its course Let you tell it, what's mine is yours, what's yours is yours All the signs I ignored I play love like a sport Yeah, first take You ain't on time, you were late (Yeah!) When you around me, you're safe (Lit!) You can't go off of a hearsay I know that look on your face You think you winnin' a race You think all I do is play (Yeah!) I didn't put you in your place Then why you still here in my place? Yeah, thought so, yeah, and also You think too much, we all know You think too much, we all know Yeah, I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals (Yeah!) You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (Straight up!) I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya (Ooh) 'Cause I know— See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Don't like what I saw (Don't like what I saw) This life without yours (This life without yours, ooh) Despite I was lost (Despite I was lost, ooh) Despite you got flaws (Ooh) Just let our love play its course (Yeah!) Let you tell it (Ooh) What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (Ooh) All the signs I ignored (Ooh) I play love like a sport (Ooh, yeah!) This love won't grow 'less we find growth Wipe down your nose, girl Won't you come over? Let's both find hoes Let's fuck them both But you think too hard, we all know You think too hard, we all know So say nothin', nothin' 'Cause you think too hard, we all know Yeah, you know I'd rather lead it than follow You and me, baby, mano y mano (It's lit) 'Cause I know, I know— Don't like what I saw (Yeah) This life without yours (Yeah, yeah) Despite I was lost (Ayy) Despite you got flaws (Ayy) Just let our love play its course (Ohhh) Let you tell it What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (All is yours) All the signs I ignored (Uh-huh) I play love like a sport (Like a sport, no, yeah) Okay, lil' mama I still ain't heard from lil' mama We go back to Angliana when you was studying in college But I called you and brought ya out to Santa Monica Believed in you, I was your sponsor I got love for you, but I'm not in love Gave me affection Girl, I was lost, she gave me direction Went through fuckin' you with no protection All my blessings Girl, you one of all my blessings You think I don't care about you? Girl, you better call my best friend I got time to waste Girl, I got time to waste Girl, I cancelled everything Just to get back on the same page To finish the story But you would rather ignore me Your mama called to check on me But you won't even pick up the phone, shit (Yeah) God damn, you feelin' yourself (Yeah) Out in Hollywood, you got a nigga with some wealth (Word) You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else Tryna tell you I'm the last real nigga left (Damn right) You can hit me if you need help With your love problems, with your money problems I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em (Yeah) I just might solve 'em Just call me or you could just pick up the phone, baby I know you, I know you home, baby Baby, I know, I know

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5% TINT

5% TINT by Travis Scott

Who's that creeping through my window? 'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 Took her to the endzone from the Enzo Know I love to smoke, you love the liq' more Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for, mm Who that creepin'? Know the tint is dark (Five percent) All that fall-in-love shit, gotta Kevin Hart (Yeah, yeah) All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt) All that cop harass shit, I might clip a sarge', yeah (12) Keep bouncin' that ass, you just might get award, yeah If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (Passes, yeah) I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet Opps outside, don't panic, gotta switch, gotta change up transit Still jump around, move antsy, and I still don't like shit fancy Up late feelin' real chancy, they outside really tryna end me, yeah Who's that creeping through my window? (My window) 'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4) Took her to the endzone from the Enzo (Yah) Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (Yah-yah) Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (Yah-ah) All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for (Yah) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Who the fuck is this? Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP while I'm tryna tip Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit She like-like iced out wrists, iced out-iced out wrists (Iced out wrists) Fuck don't kiss, fuck, she fuck don't kiss (Mwah) Look like friends, but she say they twins (Twins) Jump right in, there's legroom in this Benz (Legroom in this Benz) Ten miles to the crib, you know that's deep (Deep, yeah) I think it's someone out there watching me, yeah Who's that creeping through my window? (My window, who?) 'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4) Took her to the endzone from the Enzo (Yah, yeah!) Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (Lick! Yah-yah) Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (Yah-ah, Jack!) All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for (Ya-ah) Who's that creeping through my window? (The window) 'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4) Took her to the endzone from the Enzo (Yeah) Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (Yeah)

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COFFEE BEAN

COFFEE BEAN by Travis Scott

(This is all) This is all Bad-bad news I'm just bad, bad news Good thing, the two Bonnie and Clyde, the money and who? It's bad news Bad, bad for you But I'm back on the coffee bean (Bean) Anything in between, yeah (This is all, this is all) Back of the coffee line Back, back, back in the bathroom line (This is all) How would you feel if I had you? (This is all) Trust me, you would be mad too (This is all) Shawty, we can be mad cool Just hit me if anything past due Your family told you I'm a bad move (This is all) Plus, I'm already a black dude Leavin' the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed If only a nigga just had sense Speaking in past tense (This is all) It's been a week and a half since We ain't been speaking and that meant You feeling free in my absence I've been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah (This is all, this is all) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Back of the coffee line Back, back, yeah, back in the bathroom line (This is) I know they told you I'd be bad for you (This is all) Don't worry, I'll be back for you All the money and cars, stripper hoes and the tattoos Bad news Back off a coffee bean, reflecting on all you see (This is all, this is all) Stressing over award shows She's stressin' over her wardrobe (This is all) Bought the mansion on foreclose (This is all) No matter how many tickets your tour sold You feel this deep in your torso Feel like someone's readin' your horoscope (Ooh) Some shit only me and the Lord knows (Ooh) SOS is for those who hear this in morse code (Ooh) Too many doors closed, cul-de-sacs and fork roads (Ooh) Still ended up at the North Pole This is where remorse goes (This is all) This shit'll have you in divorce court (Ooh) Fighting over your seeds Fighting over your deeds, sliding over your keys (Ooh) Alimony and fees (Ooh) As your lawyer proceeds (Ooh-ooh-ooh) To give out bad news I'm just bad, bad news Good thing, the two Bonnie and Clyde, the money and who? It's bad news Bad, bad for you But I'm back on the coffee bean, anything in between (This is all, this is all) Back of the coffee line Back, back, back in the bathroom line, yeah (This is all)

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Nightcrawler

Nightcrawler by Travis Scott (Ft. Chief Keef & Swae Lee)

Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, uh Did you have the time of your life? Let's have the afterparty at my place Ayy, do you have some spare change? On me, I've got hundreds I'll throw in your face Yeah, order more bottles, order more models Order more hours, shots on an island Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys Dope, I'm so dope All these hunnies pilin' on the floor And we stuntin', know you see the glow Throw these hundreds, thought I'd let you know Since LA, I've been puttin' on Cirque du Soleil, goin' on and on I got this money, tell me what you want For this money, can you drop it low? See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Yeah, order more bottles, order more models Order more hours, shots on an island Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys Mm, when the night calls, oh-oh-oh When the night calls, oh-oh-oh Yeah, order more bottles (Order more bottles) Order more models (Order more models) Order more hours (Order more hours) Shots on an island (Shots on an island) Hotter than the summer (Hotter than the summer) The winter couldn't chill me (The winter couldn't chill me) Young, free, and wildin' (Young, free, and wildin') So order more kidneys (So order more kidneys) Freaks come out at night We bring our fantasy to life Point me to the ice And I don't need your drink, high off life Uh, someone kill the lights I brought the party favors, just get piped All my bitches right But I want you and you tonight Yeah, order more bottles (Order more bottles) Order more models (Order more models) Order more hours (Order more hours) Shots on an island (Shots on an island) Hotter than the summer (Hotter than the summer) The winter couldn't chill me (The winter couldn't chill me) Young, free, and wildin' (Young, free, and wildin') So order more kidneys (So order more kidneys) When the night crawls All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls When the night calls We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls Ayy, walked up in the bank (Bank) Ordered me some funds (Beep) Walked in the strip club Order me some ones (Gang) I walked up in the gun store (Huh?) Ordered me some guns (Bang-bang) Your bitch walked up in the spot And she ordered me for lunch (Gang, gang) I just ordered me some brunch (Ayy) Korean spicy garlic (Ayy) Bitch, I come from eating McDonald's (Uh-huh) Girl, you know I'm from the projects (Ayy) Like I'm a G, I come through mobbin' Like Wu-T-A-N-G, we come through wildin' I ain't chicken, Killer Caesar with the chopper (Bang-bang) Boy, you don't blow no poles, I know, I know (No, no, no) I got me some angles I got me some money, fuck, I got me some haters (Ayy) I got me some FedEx (Ayy, ayy), I got me some cake I got me some UPS, I got me a freight, ayy (Gang, gang) Order some more money (Beep) Order some more money (Beep) Order some more money (Beep) Order some more bottles (Ayy) Order some more bitches (Ayy) Order some more money (Gang) I know you wanna be rich, bitch (Gang, gang) When the night crawls All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls When the night calls We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls When the night crawls All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls When the night calls We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls

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​sweet sweet

​sweet sweet by Travis Scott

(Whistling) 'Cause you're sweet Sak pasé? (It's lit) Wah yah seh? (Wah yah seh?) Run it up (Yah), all this cake (Yah, yah) Bag it up (Yah), den come right away (Yah, yah!) 'Cause you're sweet (Yah, yah-yah!) What's your status? (Yah) Yah, might hit your address, if I'm on them Addys (Yah) Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (Skrrr, skrrr) I can't do no lacking (Skrrr, skrrr) 'Cause you're sweet—sweet—like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah) Hangin' out with you is a no go (Yah, yah-yah, straight up) 'Cause you're sweet (Sweet, sweet), like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco (Sweet, sweet, sweet) Hangin' out with you is a no go (Sweet, sweet, sweet) 'Cause you're sweet (Sweet) Like my time, like my juice (Sweet, sweet) We been downstairs in the basement with the moves (Sweet, yah) Shout my town, shout my troops (Shout, shout) Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Froot Loops, yuh (It's lit) Come get a taste, come get a scoop (Scoop) I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (Hula hoops) I done finally found a way to make the loot (Make the loot) Link up all my niggas and my Jewels, yuh (High up) Link up, link up, yuh, link up, pour my syrup (Yah) Diamonds, yeah, they link up, link up Go berserk, do some shit you think of (Yah, yah) Lean, lean, lean, all this lean, lean, lean We might lean, lean, lean (Oh) Smoke all my shit (Shit) Stop it, start again (Yah) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like 'Cause you're sweet (Yah), like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco Hangin' out with you is a no go 'Cau-, 'cause you're sweet, yuh Sak pasé? (Yah) Wah yah seh? (Yah, yah) Runnin' up (Yah), all this cake (Yah) Bag it up (Bag it up), den come right away When I ask who bigger (Yah) Ain't tryna argue with ya, I'm tryna figure (Straight up) Who you with, who your team, what your side? (Yah) How you, how you, how you ride? (Skrrr, skrrr) How you use me to survive? (Straight up) Yuh, 'cause we up, lit at five (Oh) At the crib goin' live, oh, so live (Yuh) Eric hit the strippers, yuh, order V Live (Yah) Order wings, told em' hold it (Hold it) 'Cause you're sweet (It's lit), like cocoa (It's lit) But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah, yah) Hangin' out with you is a no go (Straight up) 'Cause you're sweet like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco Hangin' out with you is a no go 'Cause you're sweet

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WHO? WHAT!

WHO? WHAT! by Travis Scott (Ft. Quavo & Takeoff)

Know what I'm sayin', know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'? Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I Who, what, when and why? (Who?) I'm alive, just took one to revive (Yup) Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('Llide, yeah) Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (Ooh, he-he-he-he, yeah) In the Hills, but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills, yeah) Was talkin' Frenchy's, but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah) Know she keep an open mouth and open mind (Ahh, yeah) I don't open up her door, she open mine (Swang) I need less stress and I need more thighs, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt) We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt) In the headrest, one of twenty-five, yes (Skrr, skrr) Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah (Yeah) One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (Slide) Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (Eat it up) Ain't no fence, just a hundred acres wide (Nope) When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried I picked my favorite dancer out, then pay her rent (Cash, cash) At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick, we got the Grinch (Bad, bad) I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (Yeah) We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach (Drip, drip) We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak All I know it was ,"Mo Bamba" on repeat (Cash) I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (Oh, yeah) I could bar up some more Had to gather the foes Had to count up the Os (Big bag) Had to summon the hoes (Hey) Dodgin' federal (12) I rolled through the light (Skrrt, skrrt) Rollin' the dice (Hey) Rock all my ice (All ice) Poppin' that coochie (Coochie, coochie) This down and groovy (Ooh) To get down, get groovy (Groovy) That bitch brown and choosey (Hey!) Shawty (Shawty), in a supersonic (Yeah) Brand new LaFerrari (Woo), my bitch ride iconic See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like (Yeah, yeah) One, two, three, four, five That's the countdown 'til I slide ('Til I slide) Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (On my side) Ain't no fence, just a hundred acres wide (Acres wi—) When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried (Get fried) Was born in the movie (Movie) Never make excuses (No) It was time to move it (Time to move) It was God and the Uzi (God and the Uzi) We were trained to use it (Hey) They were trained to use it (Trained) Shoot you like Cupid (Shoot) Hit your medulla, yeah Shoot at, shoot at intruders (Yeah, pew-pew-pew) Then shoot your producer (Yeah) Then she fuck the gang, get banged And fuck on the group, she a groupie (Yeah) Love her when she choosin', hmm (Yeah) Big bankroll, it's soothin', hmm (Yeah) Pull up with sticks in a Sprinter bus I make 'em cuddle up, this not a movie (Yeah, yeah) One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide ('Til I slide) Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (On my side) Ain't no fence, just a hundred acres wide (Acres wi—) When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried (Get fried)

Travis Scott

K-POP

K-POP by Travis Scott (Ft. Bad Bunny & The Weeknd)

Gonna pop, baby Vemo' Swish, lit (Lit) Move that shit out here (Here) You full off one sip (Sip) Fallin' off but I got grip (Grip) All around the trap, it hit (Hit, hit, ayy) All around the map, you trip (Skrrt) Take it like nine out of ten (Yeah) Think they gon' find that again Think I gotta bond out again Behind the tint, I sin, I vent Can't forget about that place we went Right after you put that in my head Do you still pop 'em? Do you dance? Do you still drop some'? Know you can I got a lot but I'm still chancin' Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Hace tiempo no te veo, eh Es que ahora en Miami jangueo, eh, eh Ya no tengo la Rodeo Ahora en la G-Wagon me posteo, ey Y te lo meto al frente 'e la playa Como aquello' tiempo' de camino a Maya Tú ni fumaba' y chingando te arrebaté Dale, no pierdas tiempo, no lo piense', trépate Tú bien loca, loca, yo bien loco, loco Si ahora tu mai nos pilla, me pide una foto La nota me explota, el ticke' lo exploto Vamo' pa' Cayo Musha, ya le texteé al piloto, eh-eh See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like I know it was one time (Swish) You feel like that went on (Went on) That night was just so fire I need you back sooner (Sooner) You come back on this side When shit get back cooler (Cooler) We run it back one time I'm grabbin' you uno (Uno) Ooh (Uno) Ooh-ooh (Mm-mm, mm-mm) Ooh (Mm-mm, mm-mm) Ooh-yeah (Mm-mm) Mix the drugs with the pain Let the waves lead the way You in Cannes and Saint-Tropez callin' out my name You know I'm rolling my face off You know I'm high off that K pop Rubbin' up on your body All your clothes, you gon' take off South of France, we gon' party This ain't some lil' yachty We gon' fuck 'til we seasick (Skrrt) You my bad lil' mami, mami (Yeah) You love me, you could tell me you love me Even if you don't mean it (Mm-mm) Sex'll make you believe it (Mm-mm) I love it when she up on me (Mm-mm) Love when she'll call me, "Papi" (Mm-mm) Even though she Korean (Mm-mm) Get her wet like tsunami, 'nami, ooh, yeah (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) I know it was one time (Swish) You feel like that went on (Went on) That night was just so fire I need you back sooner (Sooner) You come back on this side When shit get back cooler (Cooler) We run it back one time I'm grabbin' you uno Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah (Uno)

Travis Scott

Oh My Dis Side

Oh My Dis Side by Travis Scott (Ft. Quavo)

Yeah Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my I've been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my (Oh my, yeah) Oh my, oh my (Oh-oh-oh) I've been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my I've been up for a long time (Ooh), broad day I've been popping pills (Ooh), pouring syrup (Ooh), great day Cuzo hanging at my aunty house (Bando) selling yay' (Uh) I got shooters dressed in camo (Grra) Oh my (Ooh) I've been in and out the courthouse, jury tripping I've been flipping, flipping, syrup sipping (Flipping) Water whippin' (Whippin') Mama kicked me out the house now, oh my (Woo) I might end up on a couch now (Gah), oh my I'm on a flight now (Yeah), oh my L.A., at another couch now (Uh), oh my I'm counting up nothing but Benjamins right now (Money) Oh my I'm on a flight now (Woo), we so high 'Bout to get some cash now (Cash), oh my Got my momma that new house now (Momma), oh my Now she cannot kick me out now (No), oh my I've been up for a long time (La Flame), oh my (Oh my) Woo! See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Oh my, oh my (Uh) Oh my, oh my (Oh my, oh my) I've been up for a long time (Long time), oh my (Oh my) Oh my, oh my (Oh my, uh, go) Oh my, oh my (Oh my) Oh my (Uh), oh my (Oh my) I've been up for a long time, oh my (Long time) Oh my, oh my (Oh-oh-oh-ooh) Wow (Wow, wow, wow) Let me tell you a little story about this side (This side) You really can't make it on this side (This side) Lot of lone stars on this side (This side) I feel a lot at home on this side (Ooh) Ball 'til we fall on this side (Ooh) Lit late night on this side (Ooh) You never come around past midnight (Ooh) You miss everything on this side This side (This side), this side (This side) This side, this side, this side, this side (Uh) This side (Woo), this side (Ooh) This side, this side, yeah I made a lot of money on this side (Ooh) Lost a lot of money on this side (Ooh) Had my first kiss on this side (Ooh) Learned a lot of shit about this side (Ooh) Lately I been thinking 'bout this side (Ooh) Tryna get back on this side (Ooh) Tryna get back what's been mine (Ooh) I gotta get back on this side Really miss the feeling of the late nights (Late nights) Shit we used to do around midnight (Midnight) Hangin' on the corner, had shit tight (Shit tight) Doin' all the drugs, had to get right (Get right) If I could get my partner back it would be nice (Be nice) He would shoot the one, wouldn't think twice (Shoot the one) He was too involved with the street life (Street life) Only way to live on this side (This side) This side (This side), this side (This side) This side, this side, this side, this side (Oh) This side (This side), this side (Oh) This side, this side, this side (Migo!) Young rich nigga from the Northside Paid my dues on this side Flippin' the bricks on this side I made it out the hood, I'm on the other side All my niggas on this side (This side) Keep it one hundred on this side Love to get money on this side No new niggas on this side (This side) Look at my diamonds, don't get blind (Don't get blind) You better handcuff your ho with a zip tie (Cuff) 'Cause we'll take her, bust her down on this side (Woo) Broke niggas stand to the left side Handsome and wealthy on this side I came from the bottom And now I'm on top, that's phenomenal (Phenomenal) This side, this side, this side, this side If I did not make it, I wonder where I would go (Oh!) This side, this side (This side), this side (Uh) Graduated from the midget (Woah) This the life I was livin' (Woah) Graduated to a million (Woah) It's the money that I'm gettin' (Woah) Graduated from a hotbox Now I'm ridin' 'round in a Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt) This how we do it on... This side, this side (Woo), this side (Uh) Always, always this side This side, this side, this side That's right, that's right You never come around past midnight Midnight, midnight You know how I like my lean poured right Just right, on this side Find everything you need, everything you need on this side This side, this side, this side, this side

Travis Scott

Apple Pie

Apple Pie by Travis Scott

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you and your friends come eat with me? And let me show you how to whip that recipe She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Oh, won't you come over and eat with me? And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe I don't want your apple pie, mama Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me lone? 'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no, no, mama I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama I don't want your apple pie no more I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy Yeah, I don't want your apple pie, mama I need my own pepper, please My own legacy, my own recipe See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like I came to get it nominated From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (Woah) I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark That y'all see a legacy go up (Woah) Goyard done break your pockets Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (Woah) I make in one appearance What these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (Woah) H-Town, know we gon' stunt I'm for real and your Rollie tick (Woah) Look, bitch, this the Rodeo But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (Woah) And I don't want your apple pie, mama (Woah) I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (Woah) I am everything except a rapper Shit, I got at least twenty-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (Woah) Roxanne tonight Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Huh, que será, será, so the story goes On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute Tours and shows and groupie whores Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot, though he'd rather not Forever been the elephant in the room That everyone can't wait to run and tell about The head to the body of the belligerent militant group That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind Will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive the Rodeo?

Travis Scott

TELEKINESIS

TELEKINESIS by Travis Scott (Ft. Future & SZA)

Used to wanna fuck an R&B bitch, then that shit happened, yeah, yeah (Pluto) Used to wanna be rich, then it finally happened Thought it'd make me happy (Thought it'd make me happy) I could've took the pain and I could've went out sad Streets stepped in and raised me, but I ain't have my daddy Niggas tryna clone me, run off with my swag From sellin' coco, got Chanel on my jacket (Jacket) Shawty give me mop with the less, it don't last (Last) Takin' more drugs all alone in a mansion Walkin' around tweakin' with the yop in my hands (Walkin' around tweakin') Just another broke ho just preachin' for thеse bands (Just another ho) And I know I'm due for a billion-dollar advancе (Uh-huh) I can see the future, I can see the future (I can see the future) I can see the future, it's lookin' like we leveled through the sky I can't wait to live in glory in eternal lastin' life (Livin' in glory) Won't you take the wheel? And I recline and I sit still Might as well turn up now, He gon' pop up unannounced To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds? (Like the way it sound) You know the future of the bounce, ayy I can hear your thoughts so loud, I can hear the crowd so loud Do you like the way it sounds? Ayy I can hear your thoughts so loud, I can hear the crowd so loud (So loud) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like I can see the future Ride with Wolf and Storm' and some troopers Ridin' through this shit, this shit is stupid Sky walkin' 'round like I'm Luke-uh Duckin' all these convos like I'm Bruce-uh, super Mobbin' with my angels dodgin' Lucifer (Mob) Seein' every angle, I can see through ya, yeah (Yeah) I can see the future, it's lookin' like we leveled through the sky (Seen enough) I can't wait to live in glory in eternal lastin' life (Livin' in glory) Won't you take the wheel? And (Seen enough) I recline and I sit still Might as well turn up now, He gon' pop up unannounced To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds? You know the future of the bounce Count so much money 'til my skin peel Cherry-red Benz like the real pimp (Yeah) My bro cook up dope, it take real skill Share my bitch with my ho, ain't got no chill (No) You either gettin' to money or you're gossipin' (Yeah) She chose up, put on this coat, now she lottery Places I thought I'd never go I fly models in I hear the demons clear when they callin' (Yeah) Flyest on the Earth, so I had to name myself a planet (Pluto) Automatic dead when you goin' against my family Few breakups went public, I just bought another baddie (Bought another baddie) Bitch knew I was toxic, when she met me, I was a savage (Met me, I was a savage) High in the hills tryna avoid any madness (Yeah) Private on the Lear, this just like we imagined Only settlin' for this Hi-Tech 'cause I ain't got the Actavis (Yeah) I'm tryna be modest (Yeah), it sound like I'm braggin' (Braggin') Cartier my frames (Frames), all because my fame (Fame) Bitch said she ashamed to love me in public, rather go private (Seen enough) Count so much money 'til my skin peel Cherry-red Benz like the real pimp My bro cook up dope, it take real skill Share my bitch with my ho, ain't got no chill You either gettin' to money or you're gossipin' She chose up, put on this coat, now she lottery I can see the future, it's lookin' like we leveled through the sky I can't wait to live in glory in eternal lastin' life Won't you take the wheel? And I recline and I sit still Might as well turn up now, He gon' pop up unannounced To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds? I can't get enough, told you I just want it all I can't get enough, you ain't been doin' enough (Do you like the way it sounds?) So cold, so cold It's so cold, so cold, so cold You could see the future, there's a sparkle in your eye Why you all up on my thigh? Can't let you Niggas plottin' my demise, I got murder on my mind I got money on the line, I can't lose if I tried Let no bitch break my stride Chosen, I'm gon' bet on me Chosen, all my shit antique Frozen, I can't feel no heat Diamonds dancing on me You startin' fresh, man, you fell out of pocket You fucked that girl that you met at the party I got some new niggas down in the lobby How can I sleep when you're out catchin' bodies? I still wanna be with you, trust me, I know that's insane I'd rather fuck on you than fuck on lames I did some shit in Berlin, I'm OD We both ain't shit and it's workin' for me Workin' for me, yeah I can see the future, I can see the future

Travis Scott

Don’t Play

Don't Play by Travis Scott (Ft. The 1975 & Big Sean)

Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown Has he got enough money to spend? Leave? No! He's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the girls go Has he got enough money to spend? I ain't playin' with these niggas I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up) I ain't playin' with these niggas I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up) I ain't playin' with these niggas (Oh no) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Those niggas, La Flame) I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up, straight up) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas Know I need my dollars Know a nigga need my commas (Straight up) She was down when I dropped out of college Down, she was down when I rode Impalas (Slay) Played with her pussy in the Jeep Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin' (Oh no) Jumped in the car when she hit my digits Don't want nothin', just to pull up at the projects (Skrrt) Easy to me, my nigga Villa with a scene, youngin always seen with a killer (Straight up) Hand-stitched by my dealer Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean Margiela? She even got the 'scripts for the cough In the H gotta hit Johnny for the frost, swerved off Ain't it been a minute since they seen a weird nigga from the corner put it on for the south? (Straight up) On my mama, know a nigga be coastin' (Bless up) Go, nigga, go, nigga, grab my bottles Go, nigga, go, nigga, grab my chronic (Bando) Keep ya head up in the air, my nigga Niggas gon' be billionaires, my nigga (Straight up) Fuck how much time that shit might take Niggas, ain't playin' with 'em (Playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em) See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up) I ain't playin' with these niggas (La Flame) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these niggas (For sure, oh, no) I ain't playin' with these niggas (La Flame, you know I got you, nigga, you my brother) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (On God) I ain't playin' with these niggas (B.I.G Sean Don, my aura gold, straight up, you know it) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas) Bitch, don't you play me, don't you try me I need the exact amount Look at my face, ho, eye-to-eye me I'm a boss, make sure you and your homies dress up, tight attire When you see me, ho, or I'll take that white tee and tie-dye dye it I mean, goddamn, nigga You forgot where I came from? I'm from where you ain't from Where you can't come, where it ain't none Where these bitches is bitches and they ain't nuns Where they hate from But as soon as you blow, they act like they been down since day one Where there's fuckin' tank guns But niggas never join the army, like it ain't one If I ain't got it, then I'm huntin' I'm either countin' or I'm cummin' Swear I just done bought that mansion Treat that shit like it's a dungeon Up at 5 A.M., still workin', but I treat it like it's one I'm never actin' like I got it Bitch, I'm actin' like I won it on these niggas I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up) I ain't playin' with these niggas (That Detroit nigga, La Flame) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these niggas (La Flame, oh no) I ain't playin' with these niggas (Those niggas) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas) I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up) I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these— (Detroit) I ain't playin' with these niggas I ain't playin' with these niggas I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas

Travis Scott

Impossible

Impossible by Travis Scott

You the one, you know me the best You the one I call when I'm stressed This the time of the year I feel alone This the time of the year you treat me wrong Yeah, this the late night, you know the deal (Deal) On a late night, nowhere to chill Yeah, I'm on the west, yeah, I'm on the west side Off the drugs, know I'm not the best guy But you know I always get it done, yeah You done had all of the rappers, I'm the one, yeah Ain't gon' lie, I remember how it feels, yeah I ain't gon' lie, I'ma tell you this for real (Woah) Split a pack of the woods down Ride with me, yeah, you wish you could now Always come and go and never fail It was never love, I can tell now She pop 'em up, Blue Chanel just to get it up Parking lot full of foreign hoes on the regular With them painted toes in them heels Let's go find a place that's far from here, for real Far from here Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible I wish I could do the impossible Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Yeah, you the one, you know me the best You the one I call when I'm stressed (This the time) This the time of year when I'm alone This the time of the year we get our own I can't lie when I'm out on the west Yeah, the west, yeah, yeah, the west side And lately, I ain't been feeling the best 'Cause you the best, yeah, you my best side Now you know what you're dealing with Now you know what's wrong, what the feeling is Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Rastas rolling in Benz up in here Bandits poppin' them bars up Man, don't run up the bands up, make them gun claps in here No fear, no fear, you rock, I hear I'm gon' let you know that the man is for real Yeah, for real Far from here Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible I wish I could do the impossible Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible You already (Yeah) know right? That you are irreplaceable (Irreplaceable) And I'm gonna take it slow, baby (Baby) You already know right? That you are irreplaceable (Irreplaceable) And I'm gonna take it slow, baby (Baby) Yeah I wish I could do the impossible I wish I could do the impossible I could do the impossible

Travis Scott

​lose

​lose by Travis Scott

My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through I got shit to lose Hold up, wait, more to gain, more at stake I got shit to do Had to move, with the crew, away from you Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through I got shit to lose Hold up, wait, more to gain, more at stake I got shit to do Had to move, with the crew, away from you See Travis Scott LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like Steady with the crew, steady with the crew Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them And I never liked it, and I never liked them Steady with the crew, steady with the crew Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them And I never liked it, and I never liked them You know what, we grew on We go back like futons and coupons We too bad, we too wild, we too young Shake some, my niggas gon' shake some Fall through and break somethin' Broad day, and take somethin' Backwards, I've been livin' backwards On my mattress, orgies on my mattress Flashes, dreamin', havin' flashes Dashin', hopin' I don't crash it My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dukes, can't let them come through I got shit to lose Hold up, wait, more to gain, more at stake I got shit to do Had to move, with the crew, away from you Steady with the crew, steady with the crew Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them And I never liked it, and I never liked them Steady with the crew, steady with the crew Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them And I never liked it, and I never liked them

Lil Wayne

Love Me

Love Me by Lil Wayne (Ft. Drake & Future)

I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Mike WiLL Made-It) I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) I don't know what I would do without y'all I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) Yeah, long as my bitches love me (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga Long as these bitches love me Uh, pussy-ass nigga, stop hatin' Lil Tunechi got that fire And these hoes love me like Satan, man Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied And all she eat is dick She's on a strict diet, that's my baby With no makeup, she a ten And she the best with that head Even better than Karrine She don't want money She want the time that we could spend She said, "'Cause I really need somebody So tell me you're that somebody" Girl, I fuck who I want, and fuck who I don't Got that A1 credit, that's that filet mignon She said, "I never want to make you mad I just want to make you proud" I said, "Baby, just make me cum Then don't make a sound" Slick Tunechi See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah) I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) I don't know what I would do without y'all I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga Long as these bitches love me Uh, real nigga, fuck these haters These hoes got pussies like craters Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man Pussy, money, weed, codeine She said my dick feel like morphine I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas She wake up, eat this dick Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96 I feel her heartbeat, I chest-to-chest with this bitch Now turn around, face down; I'm arrestin' this bitch Yeah, all my bitches love me, and I love all my bitches But it's like as soon as I cum, I come to my senses And I would say these hoes' names But then I would be snitchin' And these haters try to knock me But they can't knock me off the hinges Lil Tunechi I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah) I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) I don't know what I would do without y'all (I don't know what I would do without y'all) I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) (I'ma ball) Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin' I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin' Bitch I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Tunech) I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) I don't know what I would do without y'all (I don't know what I would do without y'all) I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) (I'ma ball) Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga (Yeah) Long as these bitches love me

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Mona Lisa

Mona Lisa by Lil Wayne (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch stunting, popping bottles Getting drunk with these bitches Then when they leave, they get followed Fall asleep with that bitch And really don't know much about her Then she let us in, we take all of your shit And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love her I be with bitches that be with bitches That be with niggas with riches I tell her, "Get him," she say, "I got you" I say, "No, bitch, I said get him" (Ha) And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy He hit it and sleep on her titties Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs It's a stick-up, she scream like a victim, now you Feeling so silly, I smoke color purple I'm up in here feeling like Celie, ooh Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli, ooh You can get snaked, you can get faked Out by the bitch that you feeling 'cause you Thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain't no angel I treat her halo like a frisbee, and you Tell her your business, she tell me your business You tell that bitch what you feeling All of the beans you be spilling, to you She lie through her teeth; cavities, fillings She know where you hide it, tell me where it's hidden She know when you gone, tell me when to visit We break in your home and take the specifics And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains We find out addresses, and we don't leave messes You'll only know that it's gone when you checking Then your first thought is to start second guessing She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothing, keep resting," She say, "What's missing?"—"How you know something missing?" He scratched his head, she say, "Get back in bed," Then she gave him some head, boy, you can't trust them bitches And then she say, "Ooh" See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like I see niggas in this bitch stunting, popping bottles Getting drunk with these bitches Then when they leave, they get followed I be with bitches that know the bitches That's with the niggas we following Get them on the line, stay two cars behind And tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious!" Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care She handle the business and don't ever tell She bite the bullet and cough up the shell She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place," And if he say yeah, then we meet 'em there She feed him lies with his silverware She don't want love, she just want her share, I Know a bitch named Liz This nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is So, he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears And then she tell me, and I be all ears Then I go and tell my people, and they already know it And then I call Liz, and she say he coming over I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you" She gave me a salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier!" We waiting outside, watch him pull up Walk up to the door, and right before he knocked She open the door naked, she left it unlocked They started French kissing so he didn't see moi And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch Music up loud with his head in the clouds Turn that shit down, and I scared the piss out him Piss a nigga off, put the gun to his frown "Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around I ain't here to fuck around, caught you with your pants down You know what it is, put your fucking hands up! Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down" Then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her She a good actress, and you a dead actor You'll be dead after we get what we after If Liz call you daddy, she 'bout to be a bastard, oh I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga But think for me, nigga Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga She slip something in it, now faint for me, nigga Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas Pussy got you out of character, nigga You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga Take everything that you have 'til you don't even have An opinion, we have your attention And now you looking down a barrel though, nigga Now she looking for her pantyhose, nigga We just looking for the casserole, nigga But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga, Mona Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup And a promise he gon' take her to the movie and the mall Chilling with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter For a minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball Paparazzi looking at 'em both, popping up and take a picture, uh Probably on an internet blog In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her On his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow (Mona Lisa) Pussy good enough, it got him sinning in the walls And he digging in it like he living in it, make a new religion with it Man, a nigga 'bout to go against God Poetry in the pear trees Sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi? Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pet laughing I'ma call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend, and I'm all jazzy Britney with the twin and the girl, Ashley Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'Bout no motherfucking double standard, acting Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone But you sucked his dick? That's just nasty Matter fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No!) You fucking with Wayne's!? (No!) Bitch, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick—like a lollipop) He on your fucking ringtone!? Is that the shit that you do!? Touching yourself, looking at Kendrick videos Jump on the internet, watching his interviews I don't know what the fuck lately gotten into you Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma Daycare after school and she never did charge ya You scandalous as fuck, and I hope you blow up You know what? I give up, let me go get my gun I got one in the chamber I'm planning on aiming Goddammit, you know that the damage is done Bitch, I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess So in conclusion Since you like rappers that's killing that pussy, I'm killing myself She say, "Ooh, daddy, ooh," Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Ooh, fake smile (Ooh) Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa She say, "Ooh," dead emotion (Ooh) Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Now he get the picture Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah

Lil Wayne

6 Foot 7 Foot

6 Foot 7 Foot by Lil Wayne (Ft. Cory Gunz)

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat; call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You no wan' start Weezy 'cause the 'F' is for finisher So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time; synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch, and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin—what a fuckin' family picture You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds; fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money runnin' shit, and you niggas just runner-ups I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish, ha! Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (Yeah) Six-six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (I'm goin' back in) See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Okay I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up; call it self-defense Swear, man, I be seein' through these niggas like sequins Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world; that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these ma'fuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall; outfielder You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money... uh Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya" Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep, so I can't find her You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag, you would kill for Money too strong; pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishin' well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Yeah, word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend I-I play the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', amount I pack like a mover Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler, Wayne These niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas so many times That I keep them bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love, keep throwin' my sign In the middle, hit 'em up, piece on my side, ‘cause ain't no peace on my side Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga Ya heard? Gunna

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Believe Me

Believe Me by Lil Wayne (Ft. Drake)

I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me Yeah, rip, rip rip It's been me and Young Tune off the rip That's the man that put me in this shit If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip God damn, do y'all really know who y'all fuckin' with? Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin' Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss Yeah, Stunna and Mack know When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back And I was snappin' off on every single track though Collect call from the boss like where we at though I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga" He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga And I'll been rockin' with the team 'til Carter IX And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga Yeah See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me Lord knows I'll murk one of these niggas, yeah His and hers Ferraris, nigga One for me, one for my daughter, nigga Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga Out of duct tape so when he prayin' I ignore the nigga All I gotta say is "sayonara, nigga" Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later Diamonds in my Rollie face cannot be exfoliated They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin' Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant I must be doin' somethin' I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me Had to get it poppin' off the rip Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip I had to get it poppin' off the rip I'm the one they tell yah been reppin' in the 6 Come into the city and yah niggas get to trippin' We'll take yah to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff Well damn, just be happy for the man Nirvana, Coldplay, nigga got bands Ink from the money, got it all over my hands Goin' out to Houston, spendin' all of my advance V Live just took me for a cheque "Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt" Yes, right now you are lookin' at the best Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that Mothafuck the rest When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat One finger, slidin' 'cross my neck Niggas know what that mean like they deaf Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day On the job and the bitch overslept Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king Need a horn and a drumroll They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga I don't step on one rose I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach She look like she got a bun in the oven from me Preheat, believe me All you gotta do is pay me every week I had these bitches havin' babies every week I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets Gone Rip rip, nigga1.7KEmbed

Lil Wayne

Mirror

Mirror by Lil Wayne (Ft. Bruno Mars)

Uh, with everything happening today You don't know whether you're coming or going, but You think that ya on your way Life lined up on the mirror, don't blow it Woah, look at me when I'm talking to you You looking at me but I'm looking through you I see the blood in your eyes I see the love in disguise I see the pain hidden in your pride I see you're not satisfied And I don't see nobody else I see myself, I'm looking at the Mirror on the wall (Woah) Here we are again (Yeah) Through my rise and fall (Uh) You've been my only friend (Yeah) You told me that they can Understand the man I am So why are we here Talking to each other again? See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Uh, I see the truth in your lies I see nobody by your side But I'm with you when you're all alone And you correct me when I'm looking wrong I see the guilt beneath the shame I see your soul through your window pane I see the scars that remain I see Wayne, I'm lookin' at the Mirror on the wall Here we are again (Yeah) Through my rise and fall (Uh-huh) You've been my only friend (My only friend) You told me that they can Understand the man I am (They can't understand) So why are we here (Misunderstood) Talking to each other again? (Woah) Looking at me now I can see my past Damn, I look just like my fucking dad Light it up, that's smoke and mirrors I even look good in a broken mirror I see my mama smile, that's a blessing I see the change, I see the message And no message could've been any clearer So I'm starting with the man in the Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that) Here we are again Through my rise and fall (Uh) You've been my only friend (Take 'em to Mars, man) You told me that they can Understand the man I am So why are we Talking to each other again? (Uh) Mirror on the wall (Woah) Here we are again (Yeah) Through my rise and fall You've been my only friend (Any questions?) You told me that they can (I come to you) Understand the man I am (You always have the answer) So why are we here Talking to each other again? Mirror on the wall Hey B.P, looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time So why are we Talking to each other again?

Lil Wayne

Rich As Fuck

Rich As Fuck by Lil Wayne (Ft. 2 Chainz)

Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible But I swear, with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with Five-O Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tightrope And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold Nigga, you get beat the crap out, but that's just how the dice roll These hoes want that hose-pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe She get on that dick and stay on, all night, like porch lights Let's do it, fuck talking, we out here, we ballin' And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40 We fucked up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-fucks Bitch niggas go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's fucked up But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever These bitches think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, fuck Gucci She blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches And that's 2 Chainz Look at you (Aw), now look at us All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) All my niggas live rich as fuck (Yeah) All—All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us) All my niggas look rich as fuck (Bitch) All my—All my niggas live rich as fuck (You hoe-ass bi—) All my—All—All my ni— See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin I turned a penny to a motherfuckin Janet Jackson Tell the bitches that be hatin' I ain't got no worries I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance, ho What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter Yeah, murder, one-eighty-seven I be killing them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams Got a white girl with big titties, flat-ass, TV screen I keep a bad bitch, call me "The B.B. King" And you know I got that mouth out her Then put that bitch out like a house fire I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers I eat that cat just like a lion And I can't trust none of these niggas Can't trust none of these hoes And I see your girl when I want I got that ho TiVo'd, ugh Got a red-ass bitch with a red-ass pussy Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass pussy Since y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin' All I know is I love my bitch And pussy feel just like Heaven on Earth Six feet deep, dick shovelin' the dirt RIP: Rest In Pussy Light that shit, then pass that shit, we gon' get so smoked out And then I went, got locked up; every night, I dreamt I broke out One time for them pussy niggas—that's that shit I don't like We eatin' over here, nigga—fuck around and have a food fight And that's 2 Chainz Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah) All my niggas look rich as fuck (What?) All my niggas live rich as fuck (What?) All-all my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) Look at you, now look at us (Aye fuck all y'all bitches, straight up) All my niggas look rich as fuck (Any bitch out there that ain't never wanna give me no pussy) All my-all my niggas live rich as fuck (Fuck you in your asshole, bitch) All my-all-all my niggas look rich as fuck And your nigga a hoe

Lil Wayne

A Milli

A Milli by Lil Wayne

Bangladesh Young Money! You dig? Mack, I'm going in A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind 'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time 'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-cha-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin' Tell the coppers, "Ha-ha-ha-ha You can't catch him, you can't stop him" I go by them goon rules: if you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher Motherfucker, I'm ill See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrière Like smoking the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me Like, "Look at that bastard Weezy!" He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin' On some faggot bullshit: call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick! Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch, haha Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch! And it ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick — I'm it Motherfucker, I'm ill See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that one that do that, boy? You knew that true that, swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour, haha And I'd rather be pushin' flowers Than to be in the pen sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me" Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin' I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me Don't you compare me, 'cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat

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She Will

She Will by Lil Wayne (Ft. Drake)

Young Money! Yeah Four Ahem! I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga" I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness So on my Libra scale I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness What goes around comes around like a hula hoop Karma is a bitch? Well, just make sure that bitch is beautiful Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet I tried to pay attention but attention paid me Haters can't see me: nose-bleed seats And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap I rock to the beat of my drum set I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit Now jump up on that dick and do a full split! Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real." And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second." I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here Baby, you know the deal And she bad, so maybe she won't, ugh But shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now She will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now She will, she will, she will, ugh Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now She will, she will, she will (Ugh) Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now She will See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Yeah I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for me!" Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me And you could take that to the bank and deposit that Put your two cents in and get a dollar back Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine Eat her 'til she cry—call that "whine 'n' dine" Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses They say, "Choose wisely," that's why I was chosen Rockin' like asphalt, it's the cash fault Looked in the face of Death and took its mask off Now, I like my house big and my grass soft I like my girl face south and her ass north But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit Now hop up on that dick and do a full split! Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real." And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second." I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel I wish we could take off And go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal ‘Cause she bad so maybe she won't Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will Do it for the realest niggas In the fuckin' game right now, she will Do it for the realest niggas In the fuckin' game right now, she will Maybe for the money and the power And the fame right now, she will Do it for the realest niggas In the fuckin' game right now, she will Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real." And I say I ain't doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I am entering) I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal (Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising) 'cause she bad, so maybe she won't Uh, but shit then again maybe she will Carter 4 Tunechi Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now She will Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now She will, she will, she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now She will, she will, she will Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now She will, she will, she will I think I love her

Lil Wayne

Don’t Cry

Don't Cry by Lil Wayne (Ft. XXXTENTACION)

Yeah C5 Don't cry (Oh), don’t go Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, woah Why y’all staring into the clouds Am I rising or they comin' down? I see death around the corner And the U-turn sign's lookin' like a smile What do I do now? Who gon' find me, how? Nowhere to turn but around and round Just another nigga that done lost his head No, a fucking king that forgot his crown I am not number one, it's true I'm number 9-27-82 Color blind even if I may be blue A lot on my plate, ain't my favorite food But I’m hungry, so hungry Need my family tree next to a money tree With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me I sip from the Fountain of Youth So if I die young, blame the juice Bury me in New Orleans Tombstone reads, "Don’t cry, stay tuned" Bring me back to life Got to lose a life just to have a life But if heaven's as good as advertised I want a triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife Rest in paradise See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry), don’t go (Why, oh why?) Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, woah Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry) Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why, oh why?) Won't lie (Don't cry, don't cry) I fuckin' love you, woah (Don't cry, don't cry) Talent is God-given, be grateful Fame is not a given, be humble And conceit is self-driven, drive carefully Stay in your own lane, seat buckled And sometimes when there is no music We toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bum That woman carried the future And Tunechi was born like, "Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun" Don't call it a comeback It was dark, now the sun back Hit me hard, but I punched back The wheels fell off, I rode the hubcap Is it suicide or it's do or die? It's newer days and it's bluer skies I told myself, "It's just you and I" Then the breeze came and it blew my mind Lord knows who I'm there for I give my last breath of air for Mama tell me to be careful Voice in my head give me an earful But I got mind control over my control I lost control but knew I'd find control I let God control what I cannot control Can't control the tears, let 'em drop and roll (Let 'em drop and roll) Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry) Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why?) Won't lie (Don't cry), I fuckin' love you, woah (Triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife, rest in paradise) Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry) Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why?) Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, woah (Don't cry) Don't cry, stay tuned And triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife Rest in paradise

Lil Wayne

Lollipop (Remix)

Lollipop (Remix) by Lil Wayne (Ft. Kanye West & Static Major)

88 ContributorsLollipop (Remix) Lyrics Haha Uh-huh No homo (Young Mula, baby!) I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper Remix, baby! Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top That hit the spot 'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop? Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese" Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay" I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh! You know what it is when we out of town We balling too serious, and you out of bounds So come here, baby girl You're now fucking with the best in the world See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Lollipop The best in the world Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop World, world She— She lick me like a lollipop Shawty want a thug, thug, thug Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club) Shawty wanna hump (Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper And she gonna lick the rapper And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor I Anita-bake her; now, she caught up in that "Rapture" I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard" I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker Greedy mother-fudge cake; now, tell me how that fudge tastes I do it for Bloods' sake—soo-woo! Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate Your girl want to participate She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain And then, my diamonds are in the choir because they sing from off my chain And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment Take my lollipop and enjoy it—remix! Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club, yeah!) Shawty wanna hump (Yeah! Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Yeah! Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit 'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck ​iPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex 'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text Haha! So wrap it up! Bu-Bu-But he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club, club, club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Re-Re-Re-Remix, baby!) Lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (L-Lollipop) Sh-Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)

Lil Wayne

Blunt Blowin’

Blunt Blowin' by Lil Wayne

Yeah, I put my shades on I live it up like these are my last days If time is money, I'm an hour past paid Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper So love or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake me I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers All hail Weezy, call it bad weather I stick to the script, I memorize the lines Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds And they say never say never, but fuck it, nevermind I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah And I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches All about my riches, my name should be Richard Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors Life is a choice, and death is a decision Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch I still got the vision like a line between two dots Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em I'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die young Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting Eastside, MOB Piru Damu I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin' You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids But I don't wanna know, cause shit I like surprises Why that, why this, why you on that why shit? Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga I've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home It's Young Mula, baby

Lil Wayne

Right Above It

Right Above It by Lil Wayne (Ft. Drake)

Kane is in the building Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole I'm with Marley G's bro Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh My real friends never hearing from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in two's And these days all the girls are down to roll I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole Plus I been sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig And I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Meet me on the fresh train Yes I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change And I smoke 'til I got chest pains And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jessie James Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand Uh, wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first How do you say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade Ball on automatic start I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, you niggas in apartments Uh, now come on be my blood donor Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that Nigga, nothing short of that President Carter, Young Money Democrat Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

Lil Wayne

Uproar

Uproar by Lil Wayne (Ft. Swizz Beatz)

(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy) I see, thank you man, thank you Y'all know his name Ayo, Mack, let the beat drop Ladies and gentlemen, C5, Wayne time Yeah, yeah, yeah Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone Let me see your shoulders work I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but, uh If you ain't got a lighter, what the fuck you smoking for? We hot! (Haaa) What the fuck, though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes Then the sun die, the night is young though The diamonds still shine in the rough, ho What the fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, where the ones go? It's a shit show, put you front row Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show Money over bitches, and above hoes That is still my favorite love quote Put the gun inside, what the fuck for? I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore What the fuck, yo? Where the love go? Trade the ski mask for the muzzle It's a blood bath, where the suds go? It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go If she's iffy, there the drugs go If she sip lean, double-cup toast I got a duffle full of hundos There the love go, where's the uproar? See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like What the fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro I come out the scuffle without a scuff, woah Puff, puff, bro; I don't huff though Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke At your front door with a gun stowed "Knock, knock. Who's there?" is how it won't go This the jungle, so have the utmost For the nutzos, and we nuts, so What the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro We grow up fast, we roll up slow We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope Dreadlock hang down like you dun know Put the green in the bag like a lawnmower Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow Extra clip in the stash like a console Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald What the fuck, bro? Where the love go? Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross Just look up, bro, there the Scuds go I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Hmm, to the unknown Only way he comin' back is through his unborns If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar? What the fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo What the fuck though? Where the love go? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Lil Wayne

No Worries

No Worries by Lil Wayne (Ft. Detail)

You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' me I feel buried And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear’ll have to bear with us And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up Schitt’s creek You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas It's okay if you turn up just don't turn off my light years All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart On my private jet and my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers You don't get dissed, you get disfigured She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries Tunechi See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see pussy right there, redbone mangos right there See them sh-roomies right there, we ain't got no worries We ain't got no worries She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?" She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you tryna be funny!" Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar That camel toe, that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat Bitch, it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries I would talk about my dick, but man that shit'd be a long story YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, I'M UP, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABY! You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there See them sh-roomies right there

Lil Wayne

Drop the World

Drop the World by Lil Wayne (Ft. Eminem)

I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes Hate in my heart, love in my mind I seen nights full of pain, days are the same You keep the sunshine, save me the rain I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond The top gets higher the more that I climb The spot gets smaller and I get bigger Tryna get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga But soon for a nigga it be on, ma'fucker ‘Cause all this bullshit just made me strong, ma'fucker So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone Uh I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof I, I walk up in the world and cut the lights off And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off Huh, my word is my pride But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise Served to survive, murdered and bribed And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like So I could pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Haha, yeah Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I'm gone It hurts, but I never show This pain you'll never know If only you could see just how lonely and how cold And frostbit I've become My back's against the wall When push come to shove I just stand up and scream: "Fuck 'em all!" Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in, this roof is cavin' in Oops, time to raise it then Your days are numbered like pages in My book of rhymes; got 'em cookin', boy This crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook And scared to look in my eyes I stole that fuckin' clock: I took the time And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt-fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim, but the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But I swear, one way or another, I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe it I swear to God, won't spare the rod I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie Permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die! My head is swole, my confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk You're trapped in my medicine ball I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dog I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'— Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I'm gone

Lil Wayne

How to Love

How to Love by Lil Wayne

Cut the music up A little louder, yeah You had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in a corner, tryna put it together How to love, how to love For a second you were here, now you over there It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body Like you never had a love, never had a love When you was just a youngin, your looks were so precious But now you're grown up, so fly it's like a blessing But you can’t have a man look at you for five seconds Without you being insecure You never credit yourself, so when you got older It seems like you came back ten times over Now you’re sitting here in this damn corner Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder See you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in a corner tryna put it together How to love, how to love For a second you were here, now you over there It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body Like you never had a love, had a love See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions But it wasn’t your fault, wasn't in your intentions To be the one here talking to me, be the one listening But I admire your poppin' bottles and dippin' Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping Baby, so don’t be mad, nobody else trippin' You see a lot of crooks and them crooks still crook You see, you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love See, you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in this corner tryna put it together How to love, how to love See, I just want you to know that you deserve the best You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful Yeah, and I want you to know You’re far from the usual, far from the usual You see, you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love See, you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in this corner tryna put it together How to love, how to love See, you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love, yeah You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in this corner, tryna put it together How to love, how to love

Lil Wayne

John

John by Lil Wayne (Ft. Rick Ross)

"Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy" .44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch" I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple-threat When I was in jail, she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world, and nigga, I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Big black nigga in a icy watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss) In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha) Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time Drop palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah) Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, oad up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Talk stupid, get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx Big B's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks You fucking with a nigga who won't give a fuck Empty the clip then roll the window up Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah) Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang" Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah) Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah) Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y’all Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah) If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up (NIgga) It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah) I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car Yeah

Lil Wayne

Mr. Carter

Mr. Carter by Lil Wayne (Ft. JAY-Z)

Yo, yo Drew and Inf This-this, this right here is crazy Yo I, I feel big, you know what I mean? Like, not, not big in the sense of, weight You know what I mean? Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that Like colossal Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs) I heard you were lookin' for me Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello) Tell me, where have you been? (Haha, you know, hehe) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (I know, haha) Hey, Mr. Carter (Hey, hello) Tell me, where have you been? (Shit, you know) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (Hahahah) Yeah, to you forever, from me to you I heard somebody say "Church!" I'ma need a suit I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof Didn't wear a bulletproof so I got shot and you can see the proof Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O, and even U Man, I got summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter than the sun Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all And I will never, I will never, I will never fall I'm being hated by the seasons So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world and I'm back again! Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world now I'm back again! Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!?" Cause Wayne win, and they lose I call 'em April babies, cause they fools And when they snooze, we up! Feet up, like a paraplegia Or paraplegic? I parallel park In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove Now all my Bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-doe" I know my role and I play it well And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there Long hair, don't even care Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world now I'm back again Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin') Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world now I'm back again Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', chyeah) I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother? Show no mercy in Murcielagos I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow Even if you box well, can't stop the blows Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room The dope boy I just came off the spoon Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe I see Euros, that's right: plural I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go (Hey Mr. Carter) Young! It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite of soft Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro I know, I ride slow, and when I pass They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z Don't forget Weezy, Baby! Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (Haha) Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) Tell me, where have you been? (Hova!) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy) They've been wondering why (Baby!) Hey, Mr. Carter (Hahaha) Tell me, where have you been? (I been hustlin') Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Hustlin' hard) They've been wondering why (Chyeah!) Hey, Mr. Carter Tell me, where have you been? Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt Fine, we'll lose two lives; yours and mine Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve

Lil Wayne

Lollipop

Lollipop by Lil Wayne (Ft. Static Major)

Oww! Hahahaha Uh-huh No homo (Young Mula, baby) I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper" (Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) So I let her lick the rapper (Hahaha!) She-She-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah) She— She licked me like a lollipop, l-lollipop (Yeah) Sh-Sh-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah) She— She licked me like a lollipop, lollipop Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bottles in the club (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shawty wanna hump (Yeah) You know I like to touch (Yeah) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (She lick me like a lollipop) Shawty wanna thug, thug, thug (I like that) Bottles in the club, club, club (I like that, hahaha) Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (C'mon, yeah!) See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine (Yeah) She even wear her hair down her back like mine (Yeah) I make her feel right when it's wrong, like lying (Yeah) Man, she ain't never had a love like mine (Yeah) But man, I ain't never seen a ass like hers (Go!) That pussy in my mouth, had me lost for words (Go!) So I told her back it up like, "urp— urp—" (Yeah) And I made that ass jump like, "jermp— jermp—" (Hahaha! Yeah!) And that's when she... She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that) She— She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that) She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, I like that) She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lil' mama!) Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch (Yeah) Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah, shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that) You know I like to touch (I like that! Haha!) Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah) Okay (Yeah), after you back it up, don't stop (Drop it!) Drop it, shawty (Yeah) drop it like it's hot Ooh, drop— dr-dr-dr— drop it like it's hot (Yeah) Do-Do-Do— Do it, shawty, don't stop (Yeah) Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit (Yeah) Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't this (Yeah) Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit (Yeah) But, shawty, I'ma hit it, hit it, like I can't miss And he can't do this (Ugh), and he don't do that (Ugh) Shawty need a refund (Yeah), need to bring that nigga back (Ugh) Just like a refund (Ugh), I make her bring that ass back (Ugh, ugh) And she bring that ass back, because I like that (Ugh, ugh) Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah I like that) Bottles in the club (Yeah, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (Yeah, I like that) You know I like to touch (Yeah) Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah) Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop I said, shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop Shawty wanna lick me... Like a lollipop (So I let her lick the rapper) She— She lick me like a lollipop Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug) Bottles in the club (Bottles in the club) Shawty wan' hump (Shawty wan' hump) You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps (Hahaha) Stat! Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!) Call— Ca-Call me, s— so I can get it juicy for you (Go!) Call— Ca-Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!) Call— Call me, s-s-so I can get it juicy for you Call— Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (I said, hmm, mmm) Call— Ca-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you (Hmm, mmm) Call me, so— so I can make it juicy for you (Mmm, mmm) Call— Call me, so-so-so I can get it juicy for you (Mm-hm) Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (I like that) Bottles in the club, club, club (Yeah, I like that) Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps I say, shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch (Yeah) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps I get her on top (Yeah), she drop it like it's hot (Yeah) And when I'm at the bottom, she Hillary Rodham (Ha) The middle of the bed (Yeah), giving, gettin' head (Yuh) Givin', gettin' head (Huh), givin', gettin' head (Haha) I said hmm, mmm (I like that) Said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that) I said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that) Mm-hm Say, call me, so I can come and do it for you Call me, so I can come and prove it for you Call me, so I can make it juicy for you Call me, so I can get it juicy for you Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop (Haha!) She— She lick me like a lollipop, l-lollipop I said he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (What you do?) So I let her lick the rapper She— She lick me like a lollipop

Lil Wayne

Dedicate

Dedicate by Lil Wayne

"If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be" "You tatted your face—" Bugatti, new boo "You screamed, 'Suu whoop'—" Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah "You bought a Bugatti—", so you can flex "And most of the bad bitches your ex" Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, new subject, new paper, new class, new school New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs, much later, too soon, too bad, too cool Too hot, too lit, too high to move, two eyes to view but too blind to bloom Who lied to you? Two middle fingers that's up high to whom it may consume Kaboom, goddamn, who knew that I am the guru with voodoo that sued you to high hell With shooters that shoot through the iron, man, and see through the con man and now he a dyin' man I turned a goddamn into a God's Plan go over the diagram and get to the job, man Watch for the spy cam, sit back and watch, and do not watch your watch hand, give me some time, man I am the bomb, man, I am gon' swim 'til I come out on dry land or on the fryin' pan No, we did not land on Plymouth Rock, but it landed on our land, now I'm just buyin' land Back to the block where they got more rock fans than a fuckin' rock band under a rock, man We need Barack, man, I do what I can to keep it solid as a-- you know what I'm sayin' With some rock playin' "You tatted your face and changed the culture" (You changed) "You screamed, 'Suu whoop,' and them gangsters loved you" (Yeah, yeah) "You bought a Bugatti so you could flex" (So you can flex) "And most of the bad bitches your ex" See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like I started this shit, you just part of this shit, I'm the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn't skip Take the heart of yo' bitch, 'cause like Bart, you a simp, and your water don't drip so your garden ain't shit You just countin' the money, I'm drownin' in money, like, "Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?" I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit, for the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit Go retarded as shit, you go sweet, tangy, I go tart on this shit, I'ma barf on this shit I'm a martian and shit, you an orphan, lil' bitch, if I taught you some shit, that's like Harvard, lil' bitch You ain't talkin' 'bout shit but you softer than shit, walk it like you talk it, now you walkin' in shit I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit, in the spotlight too long, should be darker than this This is Tha Carter, lil' bitch "You tatted your face and changed the culture" (You changed) "You screamed, 'Suu whoop,' and them gangsters loved you" (Yeah, yeah) "You bought a Bugatti so you could flex" (So you can flex) "And most of the bad bitches your ex" I started this shit, they borrowed this shit, I thought of this shit, they thought it was it I'm doggin' this shit, they bark and they sit, put a fork in that shit, which drawer to look in? I brought in this shit, the starters get benched, the orders get sent, then targets get hit Billion dollar smile, I sell myself short if I grin, I'm bargainin' then Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit in the foreign car that I could talk to and shit With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit 'bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo All of that shit, just Tha Carter, lil' bitch You changed, suu whoop (You tatted your face) Bugatti, new boo ("You screamed, 'Suu whoop'—") Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tunechi ("If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be") They might think they've got a pretty good jump shot, or a pretty good flow But our kids can't all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne

Let It Fly

Let It Fly by Lil Wayne (Ft. Travis Scott)

(Fly) Let it fly Let it fly like the birds in the sky Hotter than the weather in July I done did so much I can't decide Word, word to my guys She just get so wet, I slip and slide Had to get it back to give 'em five I, I, I... Yeah, it's Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers) Word to Moneybagg, I keep it comin' in (Woo, woo) By the way we work, you think I had a twin (Twin) I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbin' in (Naw) You can't phase me, slidin' from a dangerous life (It's lit) Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights The way it go down we takin' fours and keepin' doors tight, yeah (Yeah, yeah) We at the top, end of discussion (Discussion) They mixin' alcohol and that 'tussin (Ooh) The demon in their eyes and they clutchin' (Scared) I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) I kept the towel, not throwin' in, I'm ridin' 'round in my ends I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me 'round when I'm bent I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent She wanna hit that shit again, nah (Brr-brr) (Brr-brr) That's the phone call, when my blood ring It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (Thugs) See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Let it fly (Brr, fly) Let it fly like the birds in the sky (Brr-brr) Hotter than the weather in July (Brr-brr) I done did so much I can't decide (It's lit) Word, word to my guys (Yeah) She just get so wet, I slip and slide (Splash) Had to get it back to give 'em five I, I, I... It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived It's C5, been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time Please advise, it is advised to be advised, and we advise You not fuck with me and mine, and keep in mind that we don't mind Losin' our minds, free your mind, read your mind, read your mind Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like, "Never mind" What's on your mind? Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind Control your mind, mind freak, no sober mind, I'm so behind But front line, you crossed the line, and you better know your lines And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothin' line Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line Them hoes be lyin', it's a thin line, and I know you know the line Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more next in line Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin' with The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, I'm too equipped Talkin' 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events Tryin' not to get pinched, smokin' on a stupid stench Lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure where my pupils went Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy, that's my hooligan (It's lit) Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch C5, best rapper alive Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let it fly

Lil Wayne

God Bless Amerika

God Bless Amerika by Lil Wayne

Uh, my mind's filled with minefields The ashes fall, the wine spills The world stops, drops and rolls It's Judgement Day or a fire drill Yeah, I pour out my heart, have a drink They say the drunk never lie, they ain't never lyin', yeah My country 'tis of thee Sweet land of kill 'em all and let 'em die God bless Amerika This ole' godless Amerika I heard tomorrow ain't promised today The end of time is like a hour away, damn Military-minded, lost and can't find it The stars on the flag are never shinin' Uh, I saw a butterfly in Hell today Will I die or go to jail today? 'Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket I'm wired out the socket, but still shockin' Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead If there's food for thought then I'm guilty of greed Mama said, "Take what you want" – I took heed, yeah See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Now let it breathe, yeah Back to life, back to reality Been eatin'my girl and she's so sweet, got cavities Granted, we do it for vanity not humanity But what's appealin' to me is under banana trees Love, I go so hard, I tried to pay homage, but I was overcharged Ain't that a bitch? I'm just a nut tryna bust a nut, in a nut shell Used to say, "Fuck the police," now I say, "Fuck jail" Same shit, different air freshener I don't play, boy, I ain't Hugh Hefner Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind I be in the cloud, cloud number nine And I just fucked the clock and let it come with time It's a cold world, I put on a mink There's a chain of commands, I'm the missin' link God bless Amerika This ole' godless Amerika I heard tomorrow ain't promised today And I'm smokin'on them flowers, catch the bouquet Here, we live by the sword and die by the sword Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket I'm wired out the socket, but still shockin' Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead I saw a butterfly in Hell today Will I die or go to jail today?

Lil Wayne

My Homies Still

My Homies Still by Lil Wayne (Ft. Big Sean)

Pump that bass Man, fuck y'all with a sick dick, semi automatic, no click click We don't feel you, like an elephant getting fucked with a tick dick Little nigga with a thick bitch, and before I fuck this bitch I gotta put that patch over my third eye: Slick Rick Trukfit, T-shirt, talk second, skeet first Boy, your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first She give me brain: research, and I prefer reefer But if you want some coke, that's cool, 'cause my homies still (Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (Pump that bass) Haha, my homies still (Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (boy) Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, (go dumb) go stupid, yeah (Whoa, boy) Okay, my girls and cars both skrt off (skrt) I like a pussy so wet that I can surf off (whoa) In a hotspot 'cause a nigga never chillin' (chillin') I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches Boy, I overgrind (whoa), overshine (whoa) Ain't another nigga over Sean (boy, boy) I'm getting paid, it's Oprah time (boy, boy) I’m rollin' pine, I’m so divine I’m west side, west side, dark glasses on like I'm goin' blind Looking like Eazy E, it’s just me and Lil Weezy Wee Get off my dick! See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like (Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (whoa) (Pump that bass) Haha, my homies still (boy, boy, boy) (Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (whoah, oh God) Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid (boy, boy), yeah Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah (Whoa, whoa, oh God) Look, I’m east side, them haters 90 going west (boy, boy, boy) My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf (huh?) Weezy F, I'm east side, them haters 90 going west My niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass) Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, I don’t love them hoes Got so much coke, you gon' need another nose Man, I just play my hand, but I am not the dealer You see I got them tear drops, I cry your ass a river I got that Trukfit T-shirt, listening to "Rebirth" I skate until my feet hurt, Hot Boy, free Turk Pussy for dessert, put your ass beneath Earth And I don’t sell drugs, but if you need work My homies still (Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still Haha, my homies still Yeah, my homies still Whoa, okay Boy, this here’s what I do do (do do) Got your sister dancing, not the kind that's in a tutu (no) Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that voodoo (go) She said can’t nobody do it better, I tell her, "True, true," yeah, bitch, true, true My, my, my bro-bro say these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit) I got the girl you came with and the girl she came with She leaking and drippin’, whoa, there I might just come slip in (whoa, whoa, whoa) And your misses gonna go missin’ if she addicted to what my dick did Boy, I get it! (I get it) Lil bitch! My homies still Haha, my homies still (Finally Famous in this) Yeah my homies still (G.O.O.D.) Little nigga make my goons go stupid Go stupid (go stupid), go stupid (go stupid) (boy, boy) Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (go dumb) Look, I’m eastside them haters 90 going West (whoa) My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf Weezy F, I'm eastside my nigga Sean from the West And niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass) Yeah, uh-huh Young Mula Truk yo girl (Pump that bass)

Lil Wayne

Steady Mobbin’

Steady Mobbin' by Lil Wayne (Ft. Gucci Mane)

Man, fuck these niggas I'ma spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun-butt these niggas Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas (Kane is in the buildin', nigga) Yeah, and fuck these bitches I swear, I care about everything but these bitches I don't care, I "so what" these bitches And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches If it ain't broke, don't break it And if he ain't shook, I'm gon' shake him Hope I don’t look weak, 'cause when a wolf cry wolf You still see that wolf teeth, mothafucka Futuristic handgun If you act foul, you get two shots and one, haha I'm at your face like Lancôme, haha You niggas softer than Roseanne's son, heh You cannot reach me on my Samsung I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue Crazy mothafucka, I am one But the crazy thing is, I began one All-white bricks I’m straight like it’s jumping back to 36, nigga Big house, long hallways Got 10 bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like And we don't want no problems Okay, you’re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby What the fuck is up? (Up) It’s Gucci Mane the G (S'Gucci) Ask Tity Boi, no pity, boy; this scar city, the city boy (What?) So Icy; so, no Nike, boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me ('Scuse me) "Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me, why that boy keep buying jewelry?" (Kane is in the buildin', nigga) East Atlanta cockin' hammers, bandannas on car antennas (Ugh) No, we do not talk to strangers, just cut off these niggas' fingers (Huh) Gucci's armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine and angel dust This AK-47 will hit ya anywhere from the ankle up (Ankle) Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can (Damn) 4-5 Desert Eagle on me, you'll think I'm a Eagles fan (Huh) Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again (Hah) Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again (Gucci) Yeah, the-the-the money is the motive Fuck with the money, it get ugly as Coyote "Okay, I’m reloaded," better pull it if you tote it I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie Swagger so bright, I don’t even need light I’m with a model broad, she don’t even eat rice, ha But, would you believe it? She eat dykes And she asked me for a picture, so I gave her three strikes, yeah I-I’m the man around this mothafucka I’m so hot, you probably catch a tan around this mothafucka This rap game, I got my hand around this mothafucka Yeah, I said "game," but I ain’t playin' around this mothafucka Yeah! I’m the best to ever do it, bitch, haha And you’re the best at never doin' shit If you the shit, then I'm sewerage Try me and I'll have your people reading eulogies, haha I swear, you can't fuck with me But I can fuck your girl, and make her nut for me, then slut for me Then kill for me, then steal for me, and of course, it'll be your cash Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your ass And we don't want no problems Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby Ugh, man, suck my clip Swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit, ughhhh I am the hip-hop socialist Life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this "F" is for ferocious, murder your associates The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on, Weez' And we don't want no problems Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby (Kane is in the buildin', nigga) And we don’t want no problems Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

Lil Wayne

Can’t Be Broken

Can't Be Broken by Lil Wayne

You cannot break down what can't be broken Out of all the rankless, I was chosen When all of the lights, they get low And all of the curtains, they close You cannot break down what can't be broken They can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakable They scared to face the truth because they hate the view They taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' loose Should I throw up the deuce or should I wave the deuce? In 1982, my momma taped me to a space shuttle Say, now I'm raising you and ain't no baby food Unless you go and take the neighbors' food And be afraid of who, I made the loot When money went from army green to navy blue I said salute, bulletproof, I gave 'em proof Sometimes feel like my head a screw, twisted like tornadoes too Man, I'ma need some Krazy Glue Her walls is what I'm breaking through Her nails, she gone break a few You can never break me down, and I can't hit the brakes for you (errr!) You cannot break down what can't be broken Out of all the rankless, I was chosen (Yeah) When all of the lights, they get low (Low) And all of the curtains, they close (They close) You cannot break down (You can't) what can't be broken (Uh) See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code We bros (Can't be broken) Yeah, we bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes G-code (Can't be broken) I ain't finna break or fix the brakes, you emulate I'm laughing in your face, now fix your face, I can't disintegrate 'Cause I facilitate a mil' a day for like a million days At least the bills are paid, the children safe, want to get away? No, I'm here to stay, I'm really great, but don't discriminate 'Cause I done seen a mirror break behind a pretty face You stickin' out your chest, your titties fake Don't make me pick your fate I'm pickin' out a mate, she get replaced The heart was built to break I'm smoking icky, watching Ricki Lake I got a lawyer that turn any case into a pillow case My killers straight, let's do some Q&A You saw the news today, got news to break and rules to break It hurt to say, they want to get Lil Tune to break It's worth the wait, commercial break You cannot break down what can't be broken (G-code) Out of all the rankless, I was chosen When all of the lights, they get low And all of the curtains, they close You cannot break down what can't be broken (Uh) G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code We bros (Can't be broken) Yeah, we bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes G-code (Can't be broken)

Lil Wayne

Glory

Glory by Lil Wayne

(Glory) Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa AK-47 my business partner, business is swell French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell I push his ass in a wishin' well, then wish him well Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little gals Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure I know how to hack a jeweler ward and not computers I meditate like a Buddhist, holy ramen noodles And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, "cock-a-doodle" I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (Glory) Glory See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU Make everybody that knew you boo-hoo, I got them spooked too I drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I'll sock it to her My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on My weed louder than underarms and car alarms Cheers, I said, "Surprise," but couldn't party long I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war These niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh? Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi Unload the Glock profusely when sortin' out confusion Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin' Lord, oh, Lord Am I talkin' crazy? Too much coffee maybe I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials That's private, tell the pilot, "Be quiet, we need our privacy" Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus No stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus My tires Lucas, my driver's cruisin', my partner's ruthless My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em) (Glory) I got 'em (I got 'em) I got 'em

Lil Wayne

Grindin’

Grindin' by Lil Wayne (Ft. Drake)

Grindin’, grindin’ Grindin’, grindin’ Grindin’, grindin’ Grindin’, grindin’ I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’ I promise I fuck her until I get tired, retire and then come out retirement My girl like it rough she said “find me a diamond” Her body be grindin’ Lord we be on every kind of narcotic That make us believe, when we lyin’, we honest, I love you Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers Too much dirty money when the colors Are washing the whites in the dryer my nigga It ain’t rocket science just rockets I sleep in pussy not pajamas, grindin' I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus Whew, I ain’t crazy, I’m krazy and all of my niggas chaotic Dressed in all black like they gothic Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay Knock, knock, knock, anyone home? Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie I need a bitch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for niggas that’s grindin’ See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit Grindin’ for all my shit Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit I put time into all this shit Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit I’m grindin’ for all my shit Perfect timing with all my shit I’m grindin’ for all my shit The feds be spying on all of us nigga These hoes be lying to all of us nigga I got news for the monogamous niggas Yo' bitch fucking anonymous niggas I done seen it all my nigga 'Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggas 'Cause what’s the hottest shit on these corners? That’s me and all my niggas Grind for all this shit, I ain’t ever fall for that bitch 'Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird Is like a medicine ball to that bitch We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch And you know what's stashed in that bitch These niggas walk around with they chests out Like Janet Jackson and shit I’m sweatin’ grindin’ this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven Ain’t got time to bond with no bitch Heard Jay Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit? The weed sticky, grind that shit Where I got it from? Nevermind that shit Nigga, I'm grindin' Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit Grindin’ for all my shit Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit I put time into all this shit Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit I’m grindin’ for all my shit Perfect timing with all my shit I’m grindin’ for all my shit Yeah I got a new vision for all my shit (for all my) I don’t know what to call that shit (don’t know what to call it) I know, I’m selling all of my cars I’m selling all of my watches I’m selling diamonds and all of that shit Realized I don’t need that shit (don’t need it) I’m a different breed with this shit (yeah) I’m tryna turn M’s to B’s in this bitch (yeah) And I ain’t ever pay to be with no bitch (woo!) I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed Fifty mill' in one room (huh?) You, you could ask anyone out here who running the game? And they’ll tell you the truth, man, they tell you (and they tell you) Oh look, they fuck with me now (hey) I think they’re hearin' me now (yeah) Someone said, "Nigga, they takin' you seriously now" I’m like, "I think they just might be scared of me now" (might be scared of me now) But it’s all good, niggas wrong every day (every day), niggas wrong every day (true) Gone, goin' to LA where I’m tryna get high and do a song every day Safe, we ain’t ever have to play it safe (nope) I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe Then peek inside the safe and see I’m runnin' out of space Mothafucka, that’s grindin' Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit Grindin’ for all my shit Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit I put time into all this shit Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit I’m grindin’ for all my shit Perfect timing with all my shit I’m grindin’ for all my shit (Grindin’, grindin’) Perfect timing (Grindin’, grindin’) (Grindin’, grindin’) I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe Then peek inside the safe and say I’m running out of space Believe that Scoob, find another oo-wop Tell them niggas cool out 'Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out Moms pick the suit out Top floor, window he get threw out Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out Flying out the crew out, they flew out Invite 'em to my new house, my new house I’m fucking every night up in my new house 'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin’ I’m fucking every night up in my new house 'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin’ I’m fucking every night up in my new house 'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I’m grindin’ Twap, twap! Twap, twap! In the new house, we got the twap

Lil Wayne

It’s Good

It's Good by Lil Wayne (Ft. Drake & Jadakiss)

You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What price the crown of a king on his throne When you’re chained in the dark all alone? I’m real as they come, I follow the rules I’m still in the hood but I probably should move Made enough money, I don’t fuck around I just felt they needed me so I stuck around Feds got my man, shit is real son 'Cause my godson just became my real son Think life is a game but all you get is a turn You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn Kush in the air, I’m pushin' the gears Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear If it ain't right, I don’t sign the deal Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill Gasoline, propane Ain't no salary cap in the dope game Ain't no collective bargainin' on cocaine So in other words, nigga, do your thing Mind in one place, heart in another Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you niggas Who don't have your heart in your rap shit And got too fuckin' comfy 'Cause we still fuckin' hungry, Young Money, got the munchies Faded, fuckin' faded, aw yeah I'm fuckin' faded They tellin’ lies about me, aw yeah, I must've made it Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole Three visits later, I went and did it major So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out And then November came, they let my nigga out See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Uh, stop playin', I ain't with that bullshit Niggas act like bitches, Sheneneh, oh my goodness This is Wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish you would bitch Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder Two Glock .40's, nigga, you got 80 problems Swimmin’ in the money, I'ma need some fuckin' goggles It's better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em I just came home, shit done got real, ho Lil' Weezyana, the boot nigga, steel toe I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal, ho I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money Kidnap your bitch, get that "how-much-you-love-your-lady" money I know you fake, nigga, press your brakes, nigga I’ll take you out, that’s a date, nigga I'm a grown-ass Blood, stop playin' with me Play asshole and get an ass whippin’ I think you pussy cat, ha, Hello Kitty I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin I lay 'em down, Tempurpedic This shits a game of chess, you niggas think it's cleavage Its Young Money, yeah, tis the season I give you the business, bitch this a business meetin' My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot Potato on the barrel, pop-pop-potato salad

Lil Wayne

How to Hate

How to Hate by Lil Wayne (Ft. T-Pain & Young Fyre)

88 ContributorsTranslationsEnglishHow to Hate Lyrics She owes me everything and she knows it I've seen all the scenes in this movie, and she blows it at the end She keeps talking to me, cause she knows that I'm a friend But I can't keep hearing it over and over again I was the one that you came to When you broke up with your boyfriend, man, fuck him Girl I was the one, that told you fuck them other niggas And you still went and fucked them other niggas Most people learn from the bad things I hope that you learn and don't crash and burn in the fast lane But if you read this letter then you caught me This should explain all the ways that you taught me How to hate a bitch that owe you everything At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things So don't you call me talking bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches And I don't love them hoes But don't fuck up with Wayne cause when it "Waynes" it pours No really, I'm on my "fuck that bitch" shit You used to be the shit, but now you ain't shit, bitch I had a red bone, but she be tripping though All that bullshit is for the birds, she was pigeon toed She used to always say, fuck my niggas And when I went to jail, she fucked my niggas Well, I guess I'm single for the night And you can sit right on my middle finger for the night And if I sound mad, then you caught me But this shit explains that you're the one that taught me See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like How to hate a bitch that owe you everything At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things So don't you call me talking bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches Coconut Ciroc Forgive and forget, bitch I already forgot I'm over the bitch, and she over the top They say love is the key, somebody changed the lock Well, and I wish I never met ya And I heard you're doing you, and you heard I'm doing better And all I had to do was put two and two together But that just makes four, but not forever, damn So much for being the perfect couple I put in overtime, I was working doubles I wish you the best, good luck boo Weezy F, for "Fuck you" No ain't nothing going on Girl I'm moving on, just take your ass home Get away from here girl, I'm so glad you're gone This is the last song I'm writing for you Now I see how you can be I don't want you 'round me all you do is down me girl How many years I tried to get ya Don't even text my phone when it hit ya, cause girl you done taught me How to hate a bitch that owe you everything At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things So don't you call me talking bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches

Lil Wayne

Let It All Work Out

Let It All Work Out by Lil Wayne

Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Work out, yeah I'm in this bitch Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch But now I’m in this bitch Yeah, I'm in this bitch Tunechi, you a genius Looked in the mirror said "Don't let the money come between us" I’m loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience But fuck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble Real shit, nigga, my candle still lit Had to swallow my pride, though, swear it tastes like spearmint Big up to my nigga with a strap on 'em I never turn my back on ’em ’Cause nigga act like they cool with ya But a lot of these niggas be transformers A lot of these players be bench-warmers The game ain't easy, but it’s fair, nigga I'mma sit in this throne so long 'Til it's a fucking rocking chair, nigga Bad bitch play with my hair, nigga Said, "Relax, Tune, baby don’t stress out" But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though She said, "Let that shit work itself out" "Let that shit work itself out" See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like C5 Yeah, back in this bitch Tune you left this bitch Like you knew this bitch was gon' let your ass back in this bitch Let it all work out, let it all work out But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch Cita, you a psychic 'Cause you said there be days like this They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers Real shit, pussy niggas on that guilt trip It'll be on in a heartbeat You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip I fear God, never fear men Give back, never give in Beat odds, never beat women Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it Reach highs, never reach limits Need minds, I don't need plenty This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz When I seen Chilli at the Floyd fight I almost asked her to creep with me But I was young, and I held my tongue But with that tongue, I just keep spitting So it all worked out And now I'm in this bitch And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long" I never change, you know I been this bitch And then she said, "Let it all work out" "Let it all work out, let it all work out" (Yeah) "Let it all work out, let it all work out" Tunechi, you a monster Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya I'm lookin' for that big, old smile, full of diamonds Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin' It read, "I'm sorry for even apologizing" I tried, compromising and went kamikaze I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it I cry, put it to my head and thought about it Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pondered Too much was on my conscience to be smart about it Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying God came to my side and we talked about it He sold me another life and he made a prophet Yeah, and he said "Let it all work out" (Yeah) "Let it all work out" (I'm still in this bitch) "Let it all work out" (Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch) "Let it all work out" Let it all work out (Phew) "Let it all work out" (But he said, "Remember this:") "Let it all work out" "Let it all work out" ("Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch") "Let it all work out" (Yeah) "Let it all work out" ("And don't forget what I did this, bitch") "Let it all work out" ("Can't even remember when I didn't, bitch") "Let it all—" "Let it all work out" (Yeah) "Let it all work out" ("Now I'm out this bitch") "Let it all work out" ("I'm out this bitch") "Let it all—" ("And it all worked out") Love you, Dwayne

Lil Wayne

President Carter

President Carter by Lil Wayne

God bless america... - Carter, are you prepared to take the constitutional oath? - I am... - Will you place your left hand on the Bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me, I... President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter Sitting on the world, I got life in my hand So these days I try to think twice when I can Money on my mind as God as my witness Love don't live here and it don't even visit I do this for my Uptown politicians Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama missin' Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama miss 'em Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms Uh, detrimental on any instrumental I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentals I'm beneficial, I've been official I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu I like my short cake shorter Ain't no motherfucker harder than See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances Your family tree, I will break branches Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes The future is born, put the past in the casket If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard Uh, appetite for disaster I want a full plate then another plate after Uh, yesterday just died Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives When shit get deep I'm never afraid to dive Let the money pile up until I'm buried alive Ask who the fuck want it, I bring it to your doorbell Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office I changed the stars on the flag into crosses Amen, so now instead of pledge, we pray, yeah President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga Reality’s a bitch and I'mma dance with her Bitch I'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge I tried to fuck the world and couldn't even get aroused I ain't looking for the beef but I ain't seen it in a while Uh, and we all want world peace Murder show, I give your ass good seats Shit, I'm much more than a good speech Gorillas in suits The holy war, the spiritual troops Fighting over the mythical truth Drowning in the political soup They shoot missiles and nukes Taking out such a pivotal group The body count is the physical proof And they thought drugs were killing the youth, Thank you, thank you all, I am President Carter

Lil Wayne

I’m Good (Dedication 5)

I'm Good (Dedication 5) by Lil Wayne (Ft. The Weeknd)

69 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolI’m Good (Dedication 5) Lyrics Everything I said I'd do, I did I'm good, I'm good Everything I said I'd do, I did But baby lets face it, I'm not into dating I haven't been patient Ever since I been famous my time has been racing My motives are basic, this life I've been chasing These hearts I've been breaking And these girls I been tasting don't never get naked They like it in a head lock fuck 'em from behind Fuck 'em with their clothes on, put it to the side Feelings to the side like a don do Get 'em wet, let it slide like a sunroof Got goals, got dreams, got a hotel-crib Got niggas that'll die for the prince Got my city on lock, XO 'til the death Left town in a coach came back in a jet I'm good, I'm not living like I did before I'm good, I'm good, I said I'm good Everything I said I'd do, I did I'm good, said I'm good Oh, I been good I've been out there puttin' down that work I'm good, said I'm good, I said I'm good Everything I said I'd do, I did I'm good, motherfucker I'm good See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like This is dedicated to everybody who forgot Forgetful motherfuckers Remember, don't you remember? I been good, we good

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I’m Single

I'm Single by Lil Wayne

61 ContributorsI’m Single Lyrics Camo shorts and Bubba Kush We can talk she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Damn, where is the fucking trust I'm tired of the hoop and hollering I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins Then take a female to the Island Then take her clothes off and do the honors Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business Shit she probably out here fucking niggas I'm fucking her friends Now her friends ain't even fucking with her Damn, she text me all day and night So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right I text her back, and tell her it's life Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Dreads braided to the back I'm chilling but my swag on full attack And my girl acting like a brat So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back She hate it when I do that shit And when I get home she go through my shit She call numbers back to see who that is Man I hate it when she do that shit Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers Now make me take this Polo off Girl you can get broken off Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off Swimming trunks and bathing suits Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight Man somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight Now she got on her fuck 'em dress And I got on my double-breast And he been fussing all day with her And I make her feel special like a place kicker She wanna be Weezy F Baby-sitter Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her I say hold up She say she just playing Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand Hot sex and cold wine She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line I cut my phones off, both lines It's about to get nasty, pork rinds She came hard, both times We both say we single, and we both lying We both wrong, but it feel right Put your hands up if you single for the night Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your- If you're single tonight If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single If you're single tonight

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Pussy Money Weed

Pussy Money Weed by Lil Wayne

43 ContributorsPussy Money Weed Lyrics I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh, yes, I love her, like Egyptian Want a description? Her body's sickening I can be her prescription, I can be her physician Sexual healing: I can be her religion And now, she's kneeling, praying to the ceiling I bless her as if she sneezed—must be the weather I dress her: I am her sleeves, I am her feathers She's fly—flyer than you, flyer than me I love her; she loves me, too; I love her three times More than her mom; time will tell that I'm the nigga that She should—we should be wherever she wanna be on a Late night, midday, A.M., just say when And I know I be with cavemen, but never mind them She's "Poison," and I am Michael Bivins See, I know that y'all don't hear me, but she does; we does What grown folk do when they had too much to drink, and I think We done had too much to drink, and See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed Oh, yes, I love her like I ought to I see you at the altar, Mrs. Carter I see you with my daughter, or son—more than one Maybe five, like the Jacksons, or John Paxson Just don't let 'em fuck up the mansion And Daddy will be home later on Smelling like the cologne that I put on this morn And I hope that you smell like woman's soap and shampoo And lotion and perfume and candles And I'ma run through that pussy like a vandal, yes I'm nasty as a Scorpio, but I'm a lucky Libra Got her wet like she's sweating out a fever—wow! Leave her to me, and she'll be smiling every single time you see her From ear to ear I want to be beside her when she sleep as she lay Or we can stay awake and watch the next day Clothes are overrated; panties are debated Einstein: Her head is the greatest (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed Oh, yes, I love her like her dad told her no man would ever love her—oh, and I better be the only man sticking it Licking it like an envelope; mailing it, sealing it, read it I have written down Victoria's Secret—don't tell nobody Don't share your body with nobody—not even a finger I will cut it off and let him keep it—that ass for Weezy, baby And at my station, we have sex orientation When I hit it, she squint like them Orient Asians; I do me I say, "Hey, Ms. Chun Li, I like to see your booty— Roll, like sushi"; I'm tryna dip my celery up in her bleu cheese "Ah"s, "Ooh-wee"s "Voila"s, "Ta-da"s, "Mhm"s, "Uh-huh"s "Oh, yeah"s, never "Oh, no"s until I have to go And then it's: "Never! Oh, no!" I tell her, "Don't cry— I be back like the electric bill" And when she butt-naked, she dressed to kill (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed

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Family Feud

Family Feud by Lil Wayne (Ft. Drake)

Yeah, Dedication 6, of course Shout out Guru for sendin' me the beat, too Young Angel, Young Lion More Life, no dyin' Yeah, alright, I got it, yeah Super Bowl goals, I'm at the crib with Puff He got Kaepernick on the phone, he in a whole different mode Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov Just to show 'em how I treat the city like my humble abode Ayy, tell me if TD Bank is approvin' loans I'm thinkin' of payin' Wayne what Universal owes My nigga spent a lifetime goin' platinum and gold He should own half of the label, shit outta control Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone I need some ownership if we pressin' go 'Cause business is boomin' on behalf of me I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve We gon' have to break the billi' curse I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge Fuck is the point in all the beefin' when we really blood? Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude niggas I make the crib, expandin' pools and expandin' rooms Addin' Hammam Spas with tannin' booths, nigga That's truth, no boost, nigga But this isn't all about callin' truce I'm still dishin' out verbal abuse That shit could get re-introduced If somebody got somethin' they urgin' to prove, nigga Inspirin' to the youth New Years Eve, lookin' like a royal flush Wait, we all in the same suit I'm Hall of Fame in the booth, nigga My karma makin' the news, nigga This pudding taste like the proof, nigga If I ever see Trump, he better salute niggas Much as we do, nigga, for real See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Six shit I could care less 'bout your squad, I don't connect when I'm flyin' I'm on a jet and it's mine, I just hope the weather is fine I took the jet to Dubai, I took the jet to Milan I took the jet way to Africa, shout out my nigga Akon Your bitch sweatin' my squad, please get the sweat out her eye I put the dick in her spine, I fucked the bitch in her prime Don't get my credit declined, give all the credit to Moms I flipped the bird at the Bird – hey, what's for dinner? Popeyes These chickens got bird flu, and they chirp, chirp too Always sung, never flew, these boys Hot Girls too If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch Build a treehouse and knock the bird nest out that bitch Stuck my neck out and shit, then got the heck out that shit And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit Tunechi F 'round this bitch, the best thing left 'round this bitch All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef 'round this bitch You call her Stephanie, I call her Steph 'round this bitch Now back to whippin' the baby on some step mama shit I come direct with my shit, I come correct with my shit A blank check on your face, put some respek on my shit Branches startin' to shake, here comes the leaves, get the rake I want my piece of the cake, it should be sweeter than cake Here come the leaves, get the rake, and we ain't leavin' the rake We made the cleanest escape, although I bleeped in your face You playin' with the right one today Your flag is a white one today You wearin' em tight ones today Check me or write one today You playin' with fire today The Angel and Lion are greats Oh my God, lightning strikin' twice in this place Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place? All this motherfuckin' beef, I need some rice on this plate Talked to your wifey today, she feelin' triflin' she say Talked to the sniper, he say he aimin' at diapers today Pick you off like pickin' peppers, Peter Piper today So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice 1 would say It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face Oh my God, it feel like I done life in this place But swear to God, I got money doin' life in my safe Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face This for Cita and Nae, this for my people and bae I got three sons of a gun, them niggas keep me on safe Hol' up, I am the black god to the church I am the fat boy to dessert I am the landlord to the first, got two bangers One of them go "bada boom," one of them go "bada bing" I taught these hoes how to love, I taught these boys how to lean I'm high in the sky and I twinkle, the eyes don't lie 'til you blink 'em Keep the iron for the wrinkles The mansion came with the sprinklers I want Arabian wealth You snakes come make me a belt Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playin' yourselves, damn That's some six shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want Arabian wealth You snakes come make me a belt It's every man for themselves, it's every baby for sale And you know life is a movie, you niggas ratin' yourself I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourself That's some six shit

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CoCo

CoCo by Lil Wayne

(Juice808) Look what you made me do Me! That's who I'm sorry for the wait, I'm sorry for the wait (Tell 'em, tell 'em!) Tha Carter gon' be late so I cooked up a tape (Tell 'em!) The garden's full of snakes so I had to escape Lil homie gon' be straight, lil homie gon' be straight! Woo! OW! And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 Yeah, and I'm sorry for the wait, too I told myself to save yourself 'Cause I can't save you (I can't save you) I send my goons to kill somebody I need head proof (I need head proof) Fuck it (fuck it!) This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 I ain't trippin', I got Barbie, I got Drake too (I ain't trippin'!) I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof (Mula!) Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table Boop! Who kept this shit together? Nigga, me, that's who (nigga, me!) Who was there when niggas left us? Nigga, me, that's who Cash Money is an army, I'm a one man army (yeah) And if them niggas comin' for me, I'm goin' out like Tony (Bap-bap-bap-bap) Now I don't want no problems I just want my money (want my money) Ain't gotta hold no conversation Nor my luggage (nor my luggage) Tell whoever's countin' that I'm on a hundred Woo, Birdman Junior – more like Ugly Duckling See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Takin' over, now I'm takin' over, yeah (now I'm takin' over) Think it over? Bitch, I'm thinkin' forward, ta I'm sippin' lean out a glass, nigga All I got is Young Money – no more Cash, nigga, ayy! And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 No more am I my brother's keeper – Cain and Abel Young Money sharp, I'm still eatin' I just chipped my tooth (Mula!) Tell them niggas – no love lost, 'cause I ain't got shit to lose I told myself to save yourself 'Cause I can't save you (I can't save you) I send my goons to kill somebody I need head proof (I need head proof) I found the needle in the haystack, put the thread through I tried to stitch the wound back up, but I just bled through Yeah, it's compensation over conversation (no more conversation) Lord, I must got blurry vision, a nigga's got two faces (amen) Lord, this game is a vampire (woo!) Blood, you gotta protect your neck It'll suck you dry like raisins, Lord But fuck that, nigga, got it drawn out Fuck that nigga, I'ma ball out The day you met me is the day Hell froze On the day I left is when it thawed out (ayy!) I'm still in the buildin' I just had to knock a couple walls down, had to kick y'all out (ayy) Life is a movie, but sometimes a nigga get too tired of watchin' And walk out Takin' over, Lord I'm takin' over Dropped the Sorry 4 The Wait until the wait is over Sippin' lean out a flask, nigga And all I do is smoke, fuck, and thrash, nigga, ayy! And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 (sorry for the wait) Fuck these haters, throw your board up if you skate too I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table Tunechi – niggas don't appreciate you (don't appreciate you) You've been down since day one It meant nothin' on day two (damn) Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow, and to say, too But I graduated from that bullshit, now I hate school And now I'm takin' over, now I'm takin' over (takin' over) The old me dead and gone, that's who I'm prayin' over Might have to go back to slangin' yola 'til the wait is over If so, then I got bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda...

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Wowzers

Wowzers by Lil Wayne (Ft. Trina)

83 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisWowzers Lyrics Soulja Boy on the beat Ayy! My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! Lay on the bed, open that twat I French kiss that pussy, like muah Sit on my face, M-U-A-H Before I eat that pussy, I say my grace Girl I'm nastier than him, I don't know why you still with him Beat that pussy, go to sleep, she got that Tylenol P.M Fuck that bitch until she tired, 'til she tired like a rim Give her head like a brim, it tastes good, M-M-M Pussy monster in her closet, full of surprises I give full body massages, I hope that pussy smell like a violet I hope that pussy warmer than luke and sweet as Godiva Suck this dick and swallow that nut and call it Penis colada Lift up that mini-skirt, that's my dinner desert She fell in love with the Martian, I said you too down to Earth Man, these hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK Down here waiting for her to come like payday Hoping this juice is sweeter than baked cake She say it's for Tunechi, she lie with a straight face But I'm trying to eat healthier, so I ate a veggie Sucked on that pussy, I feel better already She say "Tunechi go slower" and Tunechi went faster My tongue is a motor, my dick is a NASCAR Whipped cream on that pussy, dickhead like a bullet If her hair real I'ma pull it, hope that ass feel like a cushion I give her wood when he wouldn't I hope that pussy tastes like pudding And I get that ho the boot Hold up, let me put my foot in, Tunechi! Got a sweet tooth, candy-yam pussy I'ma leave that ass smoking like a Amsterdam tourist Man, these hoes love Wayne Got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! Lay on that bed, open your mouth This pussy so clean like soap in your mouth I do my lil' dance, he scoping me out If that dick like a tree watch me build a treehouse Ok, the baddest bitch in this bitch, got the fattest clique in this bitch You might drown, you better start doggy paddling in this bitch I'm Trin, B nigga? Queen nigga, sleep in this pussy, dream nigga I stay on that dick like a fucking balance beam nigga Hair pull, neck grab, don't fuck with hoes that backstab Don't fuck with niggas that ain't got shit, if I fucked a nigga then that's my dick My mouth a jacuzzi, my pussy a safe place Fuck me 'til daybreak, then you can go skate, Trina

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I Feel Like Dying

I Feel Like Dying by Lil Wayne

58 ContributorsI Feel Like Dying Lyrics Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Heheh, C3, hello) Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, hello) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Hehehe, get lifted) Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, I get lifted) Yeah, yeah, so get lifted, yeah Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, haha) I am sittin' on the clouds I got smoke coming from my seat I can play basketball with the moon I got the whole world at my feet Playin' touch football on Marijuana Street Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats Get high, so high That I feel like lying Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me 'Cause (I feel like dying) hahaha Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Only once the drugs are done (Haha, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Hahahaha) See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Swimmin' laps around a bottle of Louis the XIII Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of codeine I'm at the top of the top, but, still I climb And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine Pop, pop I feel like flying Then I feel like frying Then (I feel like dying) Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Psst!) I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars I have just boarded a plane without a pilot And violets are blue, roses are red Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead Wish I could give you this feeling I feel like buying And if my dealer don't have no more Then (I feel like dying) yeah Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying

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5 Star

5 Star by Lil Wayne (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

Tunechi Barbie Young Money Yo, I been smokin' gas, killin' bitches Man, I feel just like a gang-star (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Cover up my face like a ninja In this Alexander Wang scarf (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I'ma drop a bag, they gon' pull up And then they gon' let them things off (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle But my niggas let it bang off Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me live? Me and Weezy in LIV (Ayy, ayy) When my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar You was tryin' too hard (Mm) I'm out here livin' though, I am out here livin' though Me and Tunechi winnin' though Slimes out here twinnin' though I am on my pivot though, I am just so pivotal Bands, I go get it though, Weezy on his pedestal A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to hang shit These bitches pussy though Pushed them out my pussy though Niggas want my cookie though 'Cause it taste like cookie dough Smoke, I got a free pack; flow sick, get a Z-pak Niggas don't mean my race when they say "She blacked" I am the Queen (Facts), I'm everything she lacks Bitch get on your kneecap, I don't mean C. Kaep' I'll get you checked, pussy; I'll get you a free pap You bitches don't ball out, you get your QB sacked I'm OBJ, hoes; break records like ankles I've been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone I'm gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion Got 'em feelin' like they five star, yeah Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient Man, I feel just like a doctor, yeah Pop some X with my exotic dancer She start cryin' and said her job hard, yeah Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest In Peace to Honda Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass Make her do the jumpman, ayy I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to smother her ass A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan Now she butter pecan Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa, an Eggo in the toaster A cradle in the chocha, the yayo doing yoga And I wake up, smell the Folgers, I don't know how I woke up 'Cause I was in a coma, but now I'm in the moment Wearing high socks on the front porch Two cups with the mud flowin' The plug ain't charge me nothin' for it I cried tears of fuckin' joy LVs on my luggage, boy Don't ask me where I'm fuckin' goin' I pull up with my skaters Make 'em beat you with their fuckin' boards Sharp shooters like pool sharks Shoot you down in the Walmart Shoot you down in the parkin' lot Shoot you down in the food court Hit your crib in the Steamboat Then disappear on the speedboat Act a jackass like Steve-O Then disappear like Neo Leave a red flag on your screen door Leave a red flag around your queen's throat Leave a blood stain on your mink floor Like a red stain on clean snow That money gang, 500 gang on that money train And we walkin' around with bloody fangs Playin' hunger games; mmm-yummy, man And we storm the block, lightning and thunder came When my youngest came, that's your mother's name Hit the address, knockin' down picture frames and other things Throwin' up Eastside like stomach pains Sugarcane get took to Spain, a kilo fell and it shook the plane A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn't complain I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came And the Nina came, and her sister came And what's her name, it’ll go Buka Bang You don't even know where to put the blame, that's cold I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion Got 'em feelin' like they five star, yeah Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient Man, I feel just like a doctor, yeah Pop some X with my exotic dancer She start cryin' and said her job hard, yeah Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Honda Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Mazda Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Smart Car Switch her, put her in Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Kia Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Uber That's some sick shit

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Dark Side of the Moon

Dark Side of the Moon by Lil Wayne (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

As I wipe the stars off the windows on my space ship Call out the spirits in my basement Crawl out the center of the snake pit And fall into the middle of her greatness Fireballs reflect off the frames of the pictures She's not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers But take her for a walk on the moon she wear her slippers The end of the world is coming soon, I’ma miss it The sky is falling down, I am falling for her quicker We hide amongst the clouds, then we pardon the enigma High above the ground but I'm under her charisma Her sound is in surround when I'm in her solar system The quiet calms my quasars, the eclipse is eclipsin’ My astronaut helmet kinda shifted, full of lipstick Planet of the aches, and she is my prescription We out of this world, baby, we have been evicted Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactical, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Open up the curtains Window-watchin', people killin', robbin’ The sky is fallin’, fallin' down I turn into news, and this is the apocalypse People livin’ on their rocket ships My mama always told me that there would be no stoppin' this Fireball reflections on the friends and the pictures in my room Of I and you Tell me, will I see you soon? Meet you on the moon? Intergalactic love The sky is falling, falling down I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon I'll be waiting, I’ll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactic, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you (for you, for you) On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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Mrs. Officer

Mrs. Officer by Lil Wayne (Ft. Bobby V & Kidd Kidd)

80 ContributorsMrs. Officer Lyrics Ayy Ayy (yeah) Hey (yeah) Ayy, ayy, ayy (Valentino) Woo woo woo! (yeah, yeah) yeah yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (yeah) yeah yeah yeah (Yeah) Woo woo woo! Yeah yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (Bobby Valentino) When I get up all in ya (yeah) We can hear the angels calling us (chyeah) We can see the sunrise before us (yeah) And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang (Deezle on the beat) I make it say Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (haha) I make ya say Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop I got stopped by a lady cop, haha She got me thinking I can date a cop, haha Cause her uniform fit her so tight She read me my rights She put me in her car, she cut off all the lights She said I have the right, to remain silent Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss And she know I get high, a-bove the law And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets And all she want me to do is fuck the police Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us (yeah) We can see the sunrise before us (umm) And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hey) I'll make ya say Haha, and after we got done I said "Lady, what's your number?" She said "911" Hah, emergency only Head doctor perform surgery on me Yeah, and now I'm healed I make her wear nothing but handcuffs and heels Then I beat it like a cop Rodney King, baby, yeah I beat it like a cop Hahah! Beat it like a cop Rodney King baby said "Beat it like a cop" But I ain't tryna be violent But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless Mrs. Officer I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter, huh? (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Like a cop car When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster I'm wanted by every lady cop all over That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya Hands so big, you thought I told, "Pull it over" She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover Then she pulled me closer, do me in back of the car Put me in handcuffs, start ripping my pants off All you heard over the dispatcher is... (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh wee) When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift Cause it's on tonight Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head And I can't wait to get it on I wanna do it all night long, Mrs. Officer When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say

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Mercy

Mercy by Lil Wayne (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth Ooh, God bless, no man cyahn curse It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashin' of teeth So on to soundboydem It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound Pussy'ole gyaldem A tink seh dem a-come for the crown Believe, believe Nah Kyuh! O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to jerk me Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to jerk me (A Dedication!) Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money) Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl She tryna jerk me (Young Money) Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money) Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl She tryna jerk me (Young Money) See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Drop it to the floor, make that dick shake My homegirls slurp it like a milkshake All you niggas want some Nic' cake If you eat ass, I got a thick plate Wee-zay, Wee-zay, don't we do this very easy? I came from Trinidad on a temporary vis-ayy Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches I fuck a bitch over like I'm sexing bitches Tic-tac-toe, then I put the X on bitches Point game, I score, who's next, you bitches? 'Cause all you niggas fake and all you niggas broke So all you niggas—fuck you; all you niggas choke 'Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes So all you niggas toast 'cause all y'all deep throat, word F-fuck your Lambo, f-fuck your Murc' I got more money i-in in my fucking purse C-court side, you in the C Section I'm with them Bloods, you— you with the C Section In Malibu I'm by the sea section And all these bitches is my sons, yeah, C-section I'm a Republican voting for Mitt Romney You lazy bitches is fucking up the econ'my Out in Miami, I be chilling with a zombie Diablo, Alejandro, dímelo, Gandhi Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve) I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) with your girl, she tryna jerk me Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve) I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl (Swerve), she tryna jerk me (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve) Which is the champion sound (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums Cuh when time it comes to my sound Which is the champion sound The bugle has blown fi many times And it still have one more time left Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder Ugh! I'm the shit—turn your nose up I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus I do some bad bitches on my private jet If them bitches ain't fucking, give them parachutes Walked up to a redbone like I'm the shit Told her, "Give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch" Yeah, skate rebel, gun at my waist level Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O I don't do pussy niggas but get the most pussy, nigga I'm popping Percs, I'm sipping lean, smoking pot like cooking dinner My homie T roll up my blunt, skinnier than Rex Ryan I'm counting money, I'm smoking plants, call that shit "math and science" Now suck dick, Trukfit, snapback on your dog ass These niggas broke like Mr. Glass, they don't want none, Sister Act It's Young Money, you bitch, you; my weed louder than pimp suits Your bitch swallow my pimp juice, her pussy wetter than swim suits Swish! Michael... Phelps, nigga, in your ho Coupe the color of YooHoo; rude boy—free Buju Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas? I been balling since '98 Fuck y'all I'd rather skate, shoot you up in your database I fell in love with drop-tops, I fell in love with shotguns Our guns bigger than cop guns; y'all ain't spitting, dry tongue I like wet pussy, she like hard dick, hard head make her soft fast Tatted up from head to toe, guess you can call me a mark-man Wayne soaring, all my whores is whoring All you rappers is boring, Trukfit hat and some Jordans, ugh! Lamborghini Murci' (Syrup), your chick she so thirsty (Syrup) I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Syrup) girl, she tryna jerk me (Haha, yeah) Okay, Lamborghini Murci' (Tunechi, bitch), your chick she so thirsty I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl (Dedication 4), she tryna jerk me (Ho) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Syrup) And a gnashin' of teeth (Syrup) It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Fuck them hoes, nigga) And a gnashin' of teeth (Pause) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Syrup) Which is the champion sound (Yeah, syrup) Believe, believe (Lean, we the shit) Believe, believe (Lean, syrup) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' And a gnashin' of teeth It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Millzy, baby) And a gnashin' of teeth It is a—when it comes to my sound Which is the champion sound (Shout-out my niggas on the island) Believe, believe Believe, believe (One)

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Typa Way

Typa Way by Lil Wayne (Ft. T.I.)

93 ContributorsTypa Way Lyrics My niggas been stuntin' since way back when CNN, I got news for you haters I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch, I ain't lying 69, that's a favor for a favor Them hoes bitin' they lip, cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back, I hit it all type of ways She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding my lawyer fight the case I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase Monsters in my closet no more closet space Niggas want to be this fly, too many flights to take Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a water-park Every little thing I do turn her on; that's autostart I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art I'm way too high, her skirt too short I think I love her, it was just a THOT I pop up in that coupe 'bout to go back to the future And she said, "Tune, not in my mouth," damn you should've said it sooner I be shittin' on these niggas, like I'm sippin' Metamucil And we smokin' on that gas, pass it like "excuse you" And it's 6-6-2's Piru all day, my nigga Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead, my nigga And if you lookin' for me, I'll be on these bitches' mind These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly My bitch been fussin' at me about nothin' Ain't no tellin' what she'd do if I replace her Like bae, I'm straight, there's plenty fish and I'm bait We can't even have a decent conversation See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like I pop the seal on my sip and she be like, "See, you gon' drink your life away" Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates I hope that ho don't call sayin' her cycle late All this fucking gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes And don't run from this dick girl, I don't like to chase I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face And she ain't all that pretty, but I like her shape They say numbers don't lie, she shaped like a 8 She say she ain't no dyke, but she gon' dyke today It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave This shit might cost us our life, but that's the price we pay I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate This that Dedication 5, whattup 5? Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man! Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it Anything we'll do for the paper And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't Got nothin' but a tool for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!) This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!) Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!) The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!) The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!) This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!) That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin' that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!) My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!) We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay You know me dog, so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!) We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!) I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner (My Glock, partner!) Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (Get shot partner!) I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch me nigga! (Won't touch me niggas!) Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft? Well then why don’t you try me If you really gon' be dramatic, we gon' to need some music, they queuein' the violin I'm talking slow singing, flower bringing Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!) Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!) The car I’m driving make you feel some type of way (They can’t afford this nigga!) The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)

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Turn On the Lights

Turn On the Lights by Lil Wayne

42 ContributorsTurn On the Lights Lyrics Remix We fall asleep naked, we wake up naked You know what that means, pussy for breakfast And I know how she likes it, I'm a psychic I eat it then I go back to sleep, that's that "itis" And she be by herself she a loner Trukfit, I'm the owner I make her moan, call her Mona I'd have a threesome if they cloned her And me I'm purple kush forever I'm purple drank forever That dick make her feel retarded She say I make her feel special When I ain't thinking 'bout them other hoes Ever since you put that pussy on me I told her put that pussy on me right And I'mma change your life And don't sit on top of this dick if you're scared of heights And shawty be like This pussy for you I ask her is it true? And she say like a horseshoe She got that nigga name covered that's a war wound She lay me on my back and ride this dick like "vroom" Then I turn on the lights, yeah And look in her eyes Girl that pussy too tight You need a pussy massage She got a body like a mermaid She a plus, first aid They ask me what’s her race and I say first place Tunechi Tell her I skate And shawty down to earth but bitch I need my space And she gon' ride this dick, I had a long day She say cum anywhere you want, I give her Santa Clause face We gon' turn up tonight See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like That pussy feel new But we been fucking way before I went to Rikers Island And now she got a man I think he gayer than a stylist I wish we were both single like a couple dollars And when we get together she be on that Miley Cyrus So we eat each other up, like some Somalians She know I got a girl but she keep this shit a thousand Whenever we together she don't ever ask about her She just be like This pussy for you I say come and eat this bone and stop eating dog food And she got that nigga name covered that's a war wound And she lay me on my back and then she blow me like boom Then I turn on the lights, yeah Then look in her eyes Girl that pussy too tight, you need a pussy massage She got a body like a mermaid, she a plus, first aid I put her in her place and that's first place Tunechi Tell her I skate I ain't got no worries, no Frank Ocean I'm straight Tunechi, tell 'em I'm straight Tunechi Haaa

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You Song

You Song by Lil Wayne (Ft. Chance the Rapper)

77 ContributorsYou Song Lyrics Shout to Chi-Town! Dedication 5! Since '05! Know that! You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass with your fine ass You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask You the best dressed with your breasts showing Like a salad, no dressing, take you to your favorite restaurant Ask for the bread, then fuck in the restroom They don't ask for a pass when your ass waltz in my dress room You the best bride and I'm the best groom Wedding presents got my best man at the Best Buy Buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom And I'ma buy a summer house, with a rec room And a car with no backseat and some leg room And some strawberries and some chocolate And a fridge and some broccoli 'Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it Fuck it, I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy, coffee Brown as the bosom I flew in on Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on Lips full like the light on the dash was flickin', oh wait, it wasn't Oh, and I forgot, I'll take a microwave or oven So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin Maybe bake a dozen My homeboy like your sister, maybe they can bake some cousins Ooh, isn't that sweet? You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you Give you the world if it was for me My diamond grill make it hard to see, I'm lying through my teeth And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile I get mental flashbacks of your ass crack, lemme get back on track You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it Sorry, my mind in the gutter—better yet, sewer And when you say I love you, I stutter, "I-I love you too" It's Wayne's world, she say, "What is this world coming to?" And she know me and whoever together, she hope we comin' loose She told me that if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other Then she got serious and said, "Tune I gotta ask you something Do you really love me?" I tried to change the subject So I said some crazy shit to her like "What if you and I were just letters? That'd be unfortunate, we'd have to rob a fortune teller But I swear, I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket Okay, that's a dead subject, you bring it up, that's a zombie You remind me of... my memory ain't what it used to be" She said she ain't trippin', I know, because I move my feet And when she figure out that she been swindled I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off of my window I-I love you too... This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you I mean how many times How many times I gotta How many times I gotta say it for it to count? Are you counting? I loved the pictures I needed that, I swear I did I was just thinking about you when you sent them too You don't believe me? I know D5, what up 5? I-I love you too...I do

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Trigger Finger

Trigger Finger by Lil Wayne (Ft. Soulja Boy)

I ain't lookin' back, nigga I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas Hammer in my drawers but I nail your bitch Blunts like fingers, I'm 'bout to make a fist Everybody die, gon' bury me alive Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside Glock clip full like the moon in the sky I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire Life ain't shit but bitches and money I pass that weed, like I studied Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic You tied to the track of my train of thoughts And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape Tools on deck, tattoos on necks Life is a bitch, I'll make her your ex Better turn to God 'fore I turn to Godzilla How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea Motherfucker it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone I'll have a broke motherfucker run in your home For a crumb and a bone And put — See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like One in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itching, nigga I don't like to dream about gettin' paid You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play Ain't nothin' sweet but the codeine, nigga Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights make a left The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words If she don't suck dick I don't give her that dick Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble that bitch Money is the issue, full court pressure I like my blunt Nutty Professor I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends But never too rich for new money These niggas buying Haterade by the twelve pack Like two stomachs I'm laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody Keep that ratchet, nigga Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch it, nigga Blow your fuckin' brains out in traffic, nigga Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick, nigga One bitch in the whip, one on the phone The one on the phone is in front of your home She 'bout to run in your home and put — One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin' Nigga Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm fresh to death Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill they self Make your death wish, 'cause I'm too fresh 'Cause I'm fresh to death, 'cause I'm fresh to death You go broke tryna get fresh like this Rest in peace to the game 'cause I killed it I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death What you talkin', I came out a coffin Yeah I just can't see myself Living in a house of mirrors I bought me a double-R 'Cause I went from rags to riches And these niggas nag like bitches Actin' like little fags like Richard And all of my bitches be bad as vision You got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician I am-munition Call me ammo for short Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts Your girl is a freak, your man is a narc With your son in your arms I'll put — One in your dome Tunechi

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Nightmares of the Bottom

Nightmares of the Bottom by Lil Wayne

Sleeping at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly until you swat ‘em But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin' roses We in the same picture but we all got different poses Now I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it I try to slow down, and I get rear-ended Pause, like a red light, I’m dead right Highway to Heaven, God, do you see my headlights? They say you don’t know what you’re doing 'til you stop doing it Well, call me clueless 'cause I do this Attention all shooters: I’m a shooting star Life is a course, and I'ma shoot for par Searching for today, instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit right back, man, I’ll see what I find tomorrow Young Money, CMR, Blood like a scar Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain't for "Flaw" Uh, uh Yep, yep Yep, yep It's like I have it all, but I don't have to worry Married to the money, a true love story Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury Nothing standing in my way like nothing's my security Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me If I knew I was going to jail, I would have fucked my attorney If you sleeping on me, nigga, then I hope you toss and turnin' I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask your bitch, she will confirm it, yeah Now what we doin' with it? Keep opening your grill, I'm barbecuin' with it I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwin' with it Some say this game is a joke, well I hope they get it Okay, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point Yeah, the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice I'm a gangsta by choice, I hope my sons choose wiser And don't call me "Sir," call me "Survivor" See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Uh, yeah Uh, haha And they go "yep, yep" Yep, yep Uh, call me "Killer" 'cause I make a killin' I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon That's them twin Glocks, you can call them siblings And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin' I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell I let them be, 'cause you know how the sting’ll feel Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail And I fuck up any track: train derail Know how to roll, never need training wheels And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills Uh, all or nothing or nothing else I bleed reality, I should cut myself Just had a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth And the "F" is for "Fuck yourself" Uhh, yeah And I ain’t doing nothing but getting my share, breathin' this air And Mack moms told me she gon' keep me in her prayers So I’m feeling alright, I’m tryna stay aware And if you wanna trip, then I'ma meet you there To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer I’m trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain’t for "Fear," uh

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Ride for My Niggas (Sky is the Limit)

Ride for My Niggas (Sky is the Limit) by Lil Wayne

77 ContributorsRide for My Niggas (Sky is the Limit) Lyrics Ahem Weezy F Young Money, Cash Money This is Da Drought 3, ladies and gentlemen And you know me Let's go You know I ride for my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet I let my bitch bag it; if she steal it, I'ma kill her I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos And fuck your hospital — Young Money, we the illest And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest My flow is nasty, like C-Y-philis Self-made G, and them bitches know the business Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention You looking for divine and a lil' intervention And them birds don't fly without my permission I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons See, my world is different, like Dwayne Wayne And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like And you know that I’ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don’t worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit The sky is the limit And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit ‘Cause the sky is the limit The sky is the limit And if you look high, you'll see that I’m gon' be in it The sky is the limit (Errrrrrrr!) Buck-ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it Switching lanes faster than she switch subjects Tell a bitch, "Don't talk to me And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free" And I hate when a nigga say, "Talk is cheap" 'Cause I'm the type that let money talk for me, yeah My flow is art — unique, yeah My flow can part a sea The only thing on a mind of a shark is "Eat" By any means, and you just sardines I got the 40-cal. tucked in my P-R-Ps What do you expect? I'm from New Orleans The majority of my city is riders They tried to make a brand-new map without us But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars And no matter how you change it, it'll still be ours And I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit The sky is the limit And I'ma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit Because the sky is the limit Yeah, the sky is the limit And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it 'Cause the sky is the limit And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting On the living room sofa — that's fucked up, haha And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder Mail it to your Moms with a dozen of roses Haha, now that's fucked up And I'm a G And you ain't got to know the alphabets to see I know my whole city is depending on me And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets So you know that I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit Don't worry about mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit Because the sky is the limit Yeah, the sky is the limit And if you look high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it 'Cause the sky is the limit They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing 'Cause the sky is the limit Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit The sky is the limit If you don't remember nothing, man, the sky is the limit

Lil Wayne

3 Peat

3 Peat by Lil Wayne

Yessir! They can't stop me Even if they stopped me... Hahahah, yeah I'm on it, ooh, I'm on it I'm so on it, and however you want it You can get it tonight ho, and all night ho I get the beat from (Maestro), a-fuckin' right, ho! I might go crazy on these niggas, I don't give a motherfuck Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up What! What! I don't give a motherfuck Get your baby kidnapped and your baby-mother fucked It's Tha Carter 3, bitch, better put your supper up Hollygrove, I throw it up like I'm trying to lose my gut Fuck is up? Beat him up like a million uppercuts Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it, shit Get on my level? You can't get on my level You gon' need a space shuttle or a ladder that's forever However, I'm better, if not now, then never Don't you ever fix your lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick Bitch, swallow my words, taste my thoughts And if it's too nasty, spit it back at me Two more inches, I'd have been in that casket According to the doctor, I could've died in traffic Bounce right back on them bitches, like Magic Abracadabra, I'm up, like Viagra I just do this shit for my clique, like Adam Sandler I control hip-hop, and I'ma keep it on my channel Watch me! Bitch, watch me! Bitch, watch me! But they cannot-see me, like Hitler It's the New Orleans nightmare Money so old, it's growing white hair Young Money, baby! Yeah, we right here I'ma make sure we ball 'til we fall like tears And mama, don't cry, your son can handle his I got her out the hood and put up in the hills, yeah When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days And sure enough, I got Miss Cita in a better place When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days And sure enough, we did exactly what I said I tell my girl, "When you fuck me, better fuck me good 'Cause if another girl could, she gon' fuck me good" No sitting at the table if you bringing nothing to it And I get straight to it like it's nothing to it Yeah, I got game like Stuart Scott, fresh out the ESPN shop And when SportsCenter poppin', everything stoppin' But you can't fool me, I know what you watchin' See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Me! You watch me! You watch me! 'Cause I be Weezy, must-see TV, C3 Nigga, that's me, and I'm me I'm me, times three So retreat, or suffer defeat I'm back, 3-Peat! C3!

Lil Wayne

Open Letter

Open Letter by Lil Wayne

Ah-em Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit Sometimes a nigga feel like shit Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it I just hope I die for a reason They probably won't miss me ’til they need me Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit Way too concerned to be conceited I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord Die tryna reach 'em They care more about how much I leave than Where I leave it I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord Just got off the phone with my son Told him, "You're a son of a gun" Just got off the phone with my daughter Told her, "I won’t hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord A few bitches left me, that only got a new bitch elected My old bitch was too disrespectful And only get my new bitch respected That’s power, yes, it's now or next Can’t lie though, I tried though I'll die tryin', that's a common death We was such a team, we was chasin’ our dreams Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath Now they try to tell me I need rest And I'll find love again, I ain't find it yet Oh, but I guess it is what it is as it appears, oh shit The object in the mirror is more near than it appears, oh shit And sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird He done died so many times but still here, why am I here? See Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $67You might also like Dear Life What is my meaning? My reason? Naked bitches really love ones Sometimes our loved ones don't love us I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy" Even though I make it look easy But understand looks are deceiving Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance 'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin' Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin' I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string, I can't describe it Feel like a anchor tied to my finger Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas There's strength in numbers but it's honor over strength I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink It's way too real, the shit I'm talkin' way, way too real I hope it gave you chills The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real Gettin' high after I paid the bill, lower than a Navy SEAL Show up with them Navy guns, I hope somebody prayin' for 'em Price tags no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em Ice bath when my face numb, no expression What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit? Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive Be self-fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive Don't get too high to look over blessings Never come in second, make the most of your seconds They so precious" 'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter Dear Life What is my meaning? My reason? That's the question I ask the reader, God bless the reader Dear Life, what is my meaning? My reason? That's the question You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby, I say, "Y'all young. You know y'all young." But I said, "Be the best father you can be," you know. And truly, he is that.