Sorry 4 What Album Lyrics by Tory Lanez

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Sorry 4 What? // LV BELT

I'm not tryna be here for a long time
Just a, just a good, good time
I got a lot of shit weighin' on my mind
Weighin' on my mind

So f*ckin' serious, you niggas' delirious
Said it with exclamation, but niggas can't f*ck with me, period

Bitch, right off the bat, I need y'all to flex
All of this stuntin' look good for my ex
All of these zeros look good on my checks
I got like two or three phones for business and bitches
And still can't even answer a text
Yeah, we in the spot, we gon' give it a rest
They be sayin' that that liquor gon' catch up to you, nigga
It ain't caught up to me yet
I hit the road, I look like the mayor
Coutin' up fifties and twenties and tens
I'm out of state, they give me a ten
Ballin' again, again, again, again, again
Ballin' again, again, again, again, again
That was the plan again, bitch, I'm the man again
Walk out of Louis and look like the mannequin
All the store management wanna know how much I spend, I spend, yeah
I don't f*ck with her, she fiesty
All of the niggas that's with me are shiesty
This the reason these niggas don't like me, yeah
I gotta win, I gotta hit from the back when it's pricey
I gotta fly the choppers to sight-see
She wanna f*ck with a R&B singer
I hit her, I ducked her, I sent her to nice B
I'm on the road like the motherf*ckin' dice be
I'm catchin pussy like I'm Jerry Rice
I'm catchin' pussy like it was a flight
I'm in your city, what's up for the night?

I, I've had way too much to drink, you know I
1942, it ain't no need, stay 'til five
Ex callin' up my phone, f*ckin' up the vibe
Tonight's not the night, tonight's not the
Yeah, f*ck that bitch, yeah
Hop on the couch, yeah (yeah), take me a flick, yeah
Louis V belt, yeah (yeah), Louis V belt, yeah
F*ck that bitch, yeah (yeah)
Hop on the couch, yeah (yeah), take me a flick, yeah
Louis V belt, yeah (yeah), Louis V belt, yeah
Louis V belt, yeah (yeah), Louis V belt, yeah
Louis V belt, yeah

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Bad Bitches Wrk @ Taboo

Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho

And you know I got a thing for a curly headed chick
When I'm eatin' out in Taboo in Miami
'Cause you know I gotta pull up in that wide body thang
You can't park me by no Range
'Cause I pull up with that double parkin'
You know I gotta keep the fire on me
In the side pocket, shawty
Got the light saber on me like I'm skywalkin'
You know I gotta walk inside the spot like the man tonight
Bad bitches catch it with their hands tight

Yeah, ayy
I could throw this dick for days
Girl, you know you got it, you could post this pic for days
Out of town, girl, I know you goin' different ways
Pretty sweet face, she got rolled, dipped in glaze, ayy
Bitch don't bang on me, go to chase
Bitch, don't touch my cheese, go to blaze
Someone gotta call on God for the scripture
Every girl that hop inside my car take a picture

Sheesh, she's feelin' free so she let her curls out
Out the house and she finally got the girls out
Go and poke it out, shawty, let it twirl out
Out the house and she finally got it

And you know I got a thing for a curly headed chick
When I'm eatin' out in Taboo in Miami
'Cause you know I gotta pull up in that wide body thang
You can't park me by no Range
'Cause I pull up with that double parkin'
You know I gotta keep the fire on me
In the side pocket, shawty
Got the light saber on me like I'm skywalkin'
You know I gotta walk inside the spot like the man tonight
Bad bitches catch it with their hands tight

Yeah, ayy, ayy
Shot o'clock, ayy, shot o'clock
Bitch, shot o'clock, ayy
How many licks do it take to make a thotty stop?
Lil' Wayne Lanez, tell her, "Lick me like a lollipop"
I am doin' way better than my ex and I know
Them frozen nights slippin' on the chain like snow
I don't like to get mixy with your friends, you know
I love a curly headed bitch that meet me up alone

Sheesh, she's feelin' free so she let her curls out
Out the house and she finally got the girls out
Go and poke it out, shawty, let it twirl out
Out the house and she finally got it

You know I got a thing for a curly headed chick
When I'm eatin' out in Taboo in Miami
'Cause you know I gotta pull up in that wide body thang
You can't park me by no Range
'Cause I pull up with that double parkin'
You know I gotta keep the fire on me
In the side pocket, shawty
Got the light saber on me like I'm skywalkin'
You know I gotta walk inside the spot like the man tonight
Bad bitches catch it with their hands tight, yeah

Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho

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Where 2 Start

Yeah, ayy, ayy

Ayy, I
I know this ain't a park but
Baby, come and side on a nigga, ayy
I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch?
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched

Ayy, and she know that we a match
Wavy head nigga but I'm rough, I got a patch
We ain't sign millions, we don't need to get attached
Found a new nigga and you still came back
Five-foot-five, brown eyes, oh, dawg, oh
Bitch, I'm a beast, I'm a dog, baby, bow wow
Cullinan with stars, like Nick Cannon, tryna wild out
You gon' let me beat it like I skip the trial, ayy
All my bitches got some real edges, say, "Yeah"
Say she don't wanna f*ck but end up f*ckin' every time
Feel like I'm from H-Town when I came down
Playin' with that pussy, fresh up out the playground
(Lil' Tory)

I know this ain't a park but
Baby, come and side on a nigga, ayy
I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch?
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched

Snatched up, ooh, damn, yeah, days later
Pretty brown skin, ass on Jada Wada
She like, "F*ck a gym", trainin' with her waist trainer (haha)
Shawty givin' me the blues like a bass player
I be dunkin' in the pussy went in straight the lay up
I'm ballin' so on point, I can lay a J up
I'm gettin' money, hit the NaeNae on the naysayer
I'm makin' movies with your bitch, I had to Ray J her
Yeah, Kim Kardash' with that ass and she know it
Sex like a cardiovascular moment
Lookin' at that pussy, I'm like, "Show me my opponent" (f*ck)
"Show me my opponent"
Lil' Tory

I know this ain't a park but
Baby, come and side on a nigga, ayy
I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch?
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched

She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched

That's why I be creepin' on the low with her
I know that you think I'm just the homie
I'm jumpin' off the dresser, hittin' the floor with her
You call up her phone, she like, "What, nigga?"
Tellin' you that she out with the homies
But if I was you, I would come get her
'Cause when she say the homies, that means just me

Yeah, ayy
She wanna f*ck your man and I'm your man
So what does that mean?
In and out these bitches like the needle out the vaccine
Bitches wanna tell you 'bout my
Like I'm maxing
Runnin' through that ho and all her friends like the track team
Now I f*ck her friends together, baby, they a tag team
Yeah, I don't care if they square or they flatscreen
I've been out here makin' movies, bitch, it ain't no sad scenes
(Well, f*ck it, what he want from me, anyway?)
Ayy
Gun is dirty than a bitch but my racks clean
Yeah, I got a bitch, pussy nice but she act mean
F*ckin' on her friend, put me in, that's a tag team
Yeah, and of course
Love my bitch on all fours, suckin' dick with force
French lil' bitch say, "Bonjour", she get no remorse
All my bitches rich, they don't wear no Michael Kors, yeah

I, I know this ain't a park
Baby, come and slide on a nigga
And I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart, and mind on a nigga
My nigga Lambo, shit, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch?
She just wanna show them other bitched that she snatched up

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Sex Songs

We started a late night, and
Ended up fallin' asleep on the bassline
I know you want me (I know you want me), yeah
But not the way that I want
You stuck on my waistline (waistline), and
You heard from the grapevine that
I make all the bad girls horny
You say he make it rain, I make it stormy, yeah
I know you like that nigga, but you adore me, yeah
I got your shit so hot, that shit is scorchin', yeah
I bury my face in it, 'cause you gorgeous, yeah
F*ckin' you so good, ain't no actin' cordial, oh
Defend you, I'm f*ckin' you on a drawer, oh, yeah
Pussy so good, I take you on a tour, oh yeah
Told me spit in her mouth and she want more, oh, yeah
Layin' it down and f*ckin' you right

(Baby you like it)
Turn on (baby, you like it, the sex song)
All of the sex songs (want you beside me, oh)
Ain't no way to go wrong (want your body inside of me)
There's no need to pull out
(Baby, you like it, I know)
Turn on (baby, you like it, the sex songs)
All of the sex songs (want you beside me, oh)
Ain't no way to go wrong (want your body inside of me)
There's no need to pull out
Turn on (baby, you like it, the sex songs)
All of the sex songs (want you beside me, oh)
Ain't no way to go wrong (want your body inside of me)
There's no need to pull out
Turn on (baby, you like it, the sex songs)
All of the sex songs (want you beside me, oh)
Ain't no way to go wrong (want your body inside of me)
There's no need to pull out

(Baby, you like it, I know)
I know you wanna get freaky (I know you like it)
Come on, and let it, babe (want you beside me)
Oh, yeah, yeah (want your body inside of me)

I'm servin' you straight roll up
You know I'm quick to erase all of the
You don't call me
Knowin' I can't know that it's just
You heard from the grapevine that
I know how to make the bad girls horny
I'm suckin' on your waistline
She say the way I sing, this dick should be a stick, climb on
Lickin' that juice, it's like I'm tryna chase mine, oh
She bouncin' on my bed like a bassline, oh
I'm movin' to the front I'm tryna f*ck her face
Rrap-puh, tell me, how does that taste?
Tell me you was a freak, didn't know you was that way
She whine slow, bring it up, love that way
Sixty-nine and andale, comin' in each other face
And if we finna f*ck, let it play, shawty

(Baby you like it, turn on
Turn on (baby, you like it, the sex song)
All of the sex songs (want you beside me, oh)
Ain't no way to go wrong (want your body inside of me)
There's no need to pull out
(Baby, you like it, turn on)
Turn on (baby, you like it, the sex songs)
All of the sex songs (want you beside me, oh)
Ain't no way to go wrong (want your body inside of me)
There's no need to pull out (turn on)
Turn on (baby, you like it, the sex songs)
All of the sex songs (want you beside me, oh)
Ain't no way to go wrong (want your body inside of me)
There's no need to pull out (turn on)
Turn on (baby, you like it, the sex songs)
All of the sex songs (want you beside me, oh)
Ain't no way to go wrong (want your body inside of me)
There's no need to pull out

(Baby, you like it)
I know you wanna get freaky (I know you like it)
Come on, and let it, babe (want you beside me)
Oh, yeah, yeah (want your body inside of me)
(Baby, you like it)
I know you wanna get freaky (baby, you like it)
Come on, and let it, babe (want you beside me)
It's time for, come on (want your body inside, yeah)
Oh, yeah, yeah

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Hennessy Memories

Yeah, oh, ayy
I, oh, uh
(Oh)

What does it give and what it's gon' take?
You to get back in my arms, surprise, go back in the palms
I'm tired of talkin' to false alarms
The gifts, the cars, the charms
Tell me who heart's get harmed
Where we don't even get to speak
You give me a beep like you was my car's alarm
I'm back to the city, the valley of death
Where the niggas'll die for lovin' too much
Guess I was cuffin' too much
Funny, usually I never do much
But I'm caught up in a situation
Where I'm f*ckin' with you and my head in the clutch
Never felt like enough is enough
But never know when enough is too much
Ayy, yeah, tell a hot bitch I'm back for the fall
Tell a cold bitch I'm back for the summer
Eighteen wheeler, I run her, I run her
First time f*ck her, I back in the Hummer
Call right back, I ignore her call
Lowkey dog but it's still my dog
Won't say nothin', but it's still my call
Won't say nothin', but it's still my- (ayy)
You took sweet time
All of the times, was dottin' my I's
Got on my grind and you started wildin'
A thot in they eyes, but not in my eyes
Got in the music, I started to find in these songs, and jotted my line
And you started wildin' and goin' out crazy
And goin' out sad, I had to get mine, I'm sorry

I know I had to give myself
A little more time, I need to heal myself
With all the Hennessy, with all the memories
Without your tendency, without your loving me
Without you telling me that we can never be
Weed and good Hennessy, it's all my remedy
With all the Hennesy, with all the memories
Without your tendency, without your loving me
Without you telling me that we can never be
Weed and good Hennessy, it's all my remedy, I-

Ayy, first place, worst case, I missed all your birthdays
I was out wildin' but had to go back in my life to go get on my first chase
Bad bitch left me down
Let me down and pickin' me up
Robbery off with my heart
She knew that she had it, she had to go, stickin' me up
Pictures on Insta', we flickin' it up
Everyone seein', ain't givin' no f*ck
Wish you could leave it to a bitch embarrass you
Mayonnaise colored car, the whip is a miracle
This shit hysterical, sittin' in Bricklin, thinkin' 'bout Erica
Private jet, dippin' out from America
Just to see how big I got, I probably need a mirror for it
Bad days, good times
All the times that I took time
Those times repeat on my mind
Time after time like a hook line
If my rhyme book could talk
All the pages that I scratched out
Would come together, make a good line
Had memories of when it was fine
Yeah, she wan' stay, she wan' go
She don't know what she wanna do
She want me, then she want him
And she don't know who she wanna screw
And I won't lie, 'cause at that time, I had a lil' boo I wanted too
But it was still true, I wanted you, facts

I know I had to give myself
A little more time, I need to heal myself
With all the Hennessy, with all the memories
Without your tendency, without your loving me
Without you telling me that we can never be
Weed and good Hennessy, it's all my remedy
With all the Hennesy, with all the memories
Without your tendency, without your loving me
Without you telling me that we can never be
Weed and good Hennessy, it's all my remedy, I-

Baby, won't you talk?
Baby, won't you talk?
Baby, won't you talk?
Baby, won't you talk?
Baby, won't you talk to me, me, me?
Baby, won't you talk to me, me, me?

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Not Tricking // Black Keys

My dawg C Money got it, yeah
Ayy, ayy yeah

Ayy, ayy, shit got thicker since I seen it on the West (West)
Thicker, wet, thicker than you see it on the text
Fronted one time, but you still my nigga
Shawty got face, ass, and intellect, yeah
I'm a ref
She might have to hit me with a TEC like I'm Stephen (Steph)
Treat my nigga Davo like my motherf*ckin' cuz
Treat my nigga VVS Ken like my nephew (yeah)
If she wanna get saved, go to church (church)
I am not comin' to the motherf*ckin' rescue (no way)
I know that them other niggas cover, can't arrest you
Even though you comin' with the batty and the breast too (yeah)
Why you tryna play me when I keep it too player?
White Airforce, gotta keep two pair (yeah)
Don't step, or crease the new pair (crease)
Ayy

F*ck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it up, I heard you tryna see somethin'
F*ckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just f*cked, but, she wanna be somethin'
F*ck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it up, I heard you tryna see somethin'
F*ckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just f*cked, but she wanna be somethin'

Not trickin' if you got it, my nigga
And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my nigga
And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my nigga
That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my nigga

Uh, it's a stick-up (stick), did you miss us? (Miss)
Ain't no kissin' on that ass, I ain't no bitch nigga (bitch)
Buretta, listen, this ya picture
Put my dawg on a play, f*ck the whole shit up (fresh)
Harbour 60 (sixty), I swear we private dinner (dinner)
I was still a winner even when I worked at Winner's
(Tell you what, can we hear something from the album?)
Tell us how you feel, we can roger that shit like a click on a car (grrt)
If she could, she would hang my dick on a wall (grrt)
If she could, she would tie my dick on her jaw (yeah)
And she would, but, that's probably goin' too far (too far)
You're goin' too far, baby, baby (baby)
Ayy, text me, yeah (text me), baby girl, you know you more than sexy, yeah (sexy)
I ain't goin' far, I ain't talkin' 'bout no blog
When I say we makin' videos and gettin' messy (messy)

F*ck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
F*ckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just f*cked, but she wanna be somethin'
F*ck with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
F*ckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just f*cked, but she wanna be somethin'

Not trickin' if you got it, my nigga
And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my nigga
And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my nigga
That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my nigga

I'm serious this time
Look

That boy not trickin' inside that black Ferrari
I say I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry
Shoppin' in Bal Harbour, La Perla in Valgarie
Valuable morals inside of all of my child's stories
Presidential senate weed smellin' like Al Gore, election
I'm (?) raw, an infection
Vick and Kevin scopin' every ho I allow in the section
They steppin' and find niggas with weapons and .9's
Behind all the private dinner, linguine, rosé, and wine
I'm doin' front rows with Madonna inside of the Barclays
And afterparty Pigalle and shrimp and the sautée
Watchin' Gervonta Davis as if both of our fames combined
Could be blocked behind the walls of these dark shades
The punch lines more De La Hoya, I'm sellin' quotas
I feel like I'm Magneto, the flow is so metamorphic
The rata-tata, the scatter, the pocket is fat as Norbit
My girl ass out the orbit
Like, "How does he keep it corporate?"
She give me oral while I re-evaluate my morals
A king with no open hearts in the kingdom, I feel like Sorrel
Couple, the course ends
Imported from Bora Bora
And if I ever die, bitches raid my tomb like Lara and Croft
Y'all niggas talkin', it's awkward like goin' in soft
I hate this store, I just bought it like I'm knowin' the cost
I hate this store, and she don't ask like she know that it's law
I'm not trickn', if I bought it, I was goin' too far
Yeah

Yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)

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Y.D.S // Iggy DelDia

Ooh-ah
Ooh
No
Oh

I was down bad, now I'm up gettin' paid
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
Tried to ask you out last year, you played
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
I am on the road, gettin' money all day
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
Wheels on the bus go around all day
But bitch, I'm gettin' paid way too much to ever see them
I was down bad, now I'm up gettin' paid
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
Tried to ask you out last year, you played
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
I am on the road, gettin' money all day
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
Wheels on the bus go around all day
But bitch, I'm gettin' paid way too much to ever see them

Bitch, don't act
Like I ain't flip the script, I can hit from the back
You know a nigga down to slide if you admit the fact
That everything a nigga talkin' and I'm spittin', it's facts
You know I'm whippin' on the 95, Hennessy rollin'
They hit me up 'cause now I got time, ready to go
Loud money but it's quiet time, you need to show me
Baby girl, you know it's Wi-Fi when I'm on go

'Cause I'm on deck, on fire, don't stop
Baby, why would you play with a nigga that way?
I've been gettin' cake, cake, cake, a nigga came up, made a hundred thousand in one day
Bitch got an ass like Kim but I hit that shit first and I feel like Ray J
It's no switch on the Glock but it's racks on the watch
And the automatic choppa do the same thing, ayy
I know how you feel, girl, you played me the same way
Oh, you played me the same way
Oh, the things I say to maintain
I know you feel alone
How you played the same way? (Same way)
Talking 'bout you play the same way (same way)
I gotta do the same thing

I was down bad, now I'm up gettin' paid
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
Tried to ask you out last year, you played
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
I am on the road, gettin' money all day
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
Wheels on the bus go around all day
But bitch, I'm gettin' paid way too much to ever see them
I was down bad, now I'm up gettin' paid
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
Tried to ask you out last year, you played
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
I am on the road, gettin' money all day
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
Wheels on the bus go around all day
But bitch, I'm gettin' paid way too much to ever see them

Bitch, don't act
Like I ain't flip the script, I can hit from the back
You know a nigga down to slide if you admit the fact
That everything a nigga talkin' and I'm spittin', it's facts
You know I'm whippin' down the 95, Hennessy rollin'
They hit me up 'cause now I got time, ready to go
Loud money but it's quiet time, you need to show me
Baby girl, you know it Wi-Fi when I'm on go

Said it's Wi-Fi when I'm on go
She catch a hot flash when I'm on road
Call me at the right time, I'm in that mode
And I know you know
The way I'm lickin' on your body like you model in Vogue
Ooh, you got it for sure
You got it for sure

Somebody need to thank your mama
For good face and for good ass on you
She comin' in no drama
No fake friends and that's a flex for you
I watch when she buss down
Good, mm, when she buss down
Somebody need to thank your mama
For good face and for good ass on you
She comin' in no drama
No fake friends and that's a flex for you
I watch when she buss down
Good, mm, when she buss down
Yeah

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This Ain't Working

Give it to me two times (two times, two times)
Play me for a fool, fine
But play me two times, I'm the fool now
Is that your new guy?
He can know he isn't shit, you shitted on me
Spitted on me like a shoe shine (shoe shine)
See the truth is
All this time I wasted on you, I feel stupid (yeah)
Could've woke my savage, I could've been ruthless (oh)
If it wasn't for me breakin' up that fight with you and Sharon
You would've been toothless, lil' bitch
Stayin' was just hurtin' me, I'ma hurt myself to stay
Every day like yesterday, talkin' down in plenty ways
Simpin' for this bitch when you know pimpin' in my resume
Knew you wasn't the one from back then and to this present day
Now I see you out and wanna turn and walk the other way
Wonder how it got this way, 'cause baby

Things don't come before their timing
Every grape don't turn to wine

The good Lord made us in his design and
You let me know every time, this ain't workin'
Like Lauryn Hill done sing it, baby
This ain't workin', this ain't perfect
I wrote all my love letters in cursive
Had to read it time after time, you was worth it, yeah

Bitch (bitch)
How the f*ck you love a nigga and just snap out?
Bitch (bitch)
Don't be actin' like this dick ain't make you tap out
Lil' bitch
I had to say that last bitch a lil' softly
'Cause I know that you come with lots of lip and that's gon' cost me, yeah
Play me for a fool, fine, but you done play me two time
Crazy when we step out, we was wavy as a cruise line
Everything that's done in dark gon' come in light in due time
I guess this is due time, yeah

Things don't come before their timing
Every grape don't turn to wine

The good lord made us in his design and
You let me know every time, this ain't workin'
Like Lauryn Hill done sang it, baby
This ain't workin', this ain't perfect
I wrote all my love letters in cursive
Had to read it time after time, you was worth it, yeah

Slide for me, slide for me
Said you would ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
Said you was gang with me, gang with me, gang with me
What that means? It go down and you bang for me
I know you even said you cared for me, cared for me
But when it's dead and it's down, you ain't there for me
Why would you lie to me, lie to me, lie to me?
Thought we'd get married and you would be my bride to be
But you were scared, you were scared, you we scared
Got so much status, that's all they compare to me
But I ain't need you to compare, just be there for me
I had to go and read that fine print carefully
And so for once won't you give to me, give to me
The way I live for you, live for me, live for me
The way I reach for you, reach for me, reach for me
And when I'm fallin', oh don't, don't you leave for me

Uh, look
This ain't workin' like Lauryn Hill
The field full of orange hills
You cut me, cold and deep in my heart in the flowin' chills
Underminin' my guard, you would carve through the floor and kill
So don't ask me if I'm ever in my feels
I got hoes pressin', shows stressin', bitches in my low section
Which question, who am I gon' end up in they throat section
Both low and double bitches both sexin', no question
Horse ass, shawty ride that dick like she was rode equestrian
I been stuntin' so damn hard
Why was I playin' scarred?
I was out there shootin' my shot
Instead of bein' a team player, you was out there playin' God
Now the face of our relationship f*cked and it's plain' scarred
I hate a bitch that believe the blog
Like to read the blog
It's part the reason why we gotta take the season off
Talked to my accountant and your emotions on my leadin' cost
Should've blocked your number, took your messages, delete 'em all
I never thought I'd have to keep 'em
Just in case you was tryin' somethin' slick but f*ck that shit
I promise, man, the grease is off
You can cut the legal off
I can cut the AMEX
Promise next night I'm in that pussy like a leotard
This ain't workin'

---

Hurting Me

Fun playin' with fire, then bitch, you playin' with Satan
You done called me too many times to have a conversation
Break up, break up, when you get mad, you resort to breakin'
But you know you went too far when you broke my PlayStation
Damn, four corners, I'm in my feelings wall to wall
I done fell asleep on us, you got me noddin' off
Stuck as f*ck to f*ck you, brought these problems for
Say I won't leave your ass right now, bitch, problem solved
Rolls Royce Angel, she a demon in it
Shot my heart and left my feelings with me, bleedin' in 'em
Spin the block around and f*ck and I just be all in it
She make me feel like I'm in jail for the repeat offenses
Rollin' up this Doja, I gotta ease my senses
I don't need no more closure just to know it's finished
Wastin' my time, wastin' my time
Some things you just can't owe me, I don't want with interest

Oh, oh, oh, it's hurtin' me, yeah
I say it's not on the outside, but it's hurtin' me, yes
I say it's not on the outside, but it's hurtin' me, yes
Try to talk with my mouth wide, but it's hurtin' me, yes

If you playin' with fire, then bitch, I'm gaslightin'
I can't even slash you off, you'll go and slash my tire
Carried you, carried you, could even ask Mariah
You went to held him hand in hand like y'all was passin' flyers
Nah, wakin' up my savage, he been snoozin' long
The truth get misconstrued and loose, that's when we lose it all
And all that askin' where I been and who perfume is strong
Just to avoid the arguments, I try to cue the songs
Must gotta be a sucker for you to love me then
You must need more Versace covers for us to cuddle in
And if it's ever f*ck me then, then bitch, it's f*ck you then
You ever play me, I'm gon' spin this block and f*ck your friends

Oh, oh, oh, it's hurtin' me, yeah
I say it's not on the outside, but it's hurtin' me, yes
I say it's not on the outside, but it's hurtin' me, yes
Try to talk with my mouth wide, but it's hurtin' me, yes

---

Why Did I

Why did I bring you outside? (Outside)
Cash, got the money, playin' fives, southside (side)
Ooh, I'm sad (sad), shawty, you don't slide (slide)
But I wonder why did I bring you outside? (Outside)
When it's a lot a niggas spend some money outside

Yeah, ayy (bih)
You don't like me in Taboo 'cause you know all the thots there
I be Hialeah, 826, I'm poppin' out still
So much dough, can't keep it low, you know if I was not there, yeah
Told my bitch I went there just for pasta
But I drove in black on black McLaren like a mobster
Oh, pretty bad bitches on my roster
Down to get it poppin' like it's Orville Redenbacher
How (how) the f*ck (the f*ck) you gon' sober with that vodka?
Stuck this dick up in her like a photo in a locker
Silk the sheets (the sheets), oh, did it shock you?
Prayin' this bitch outside, she got me

Why did I bring you outside? (Outside)
Cash, got the money, playin' fives, southside (side)
Ooh, I'm sad (sad), shawty, you don't slide (slide)
But I wonder why did I bring you outside? (Outside)
When it's a lot a niggas spend some money outside
Why did I bring you outside? (Outside)
Cash, got the money, playin' fives, southside (side)
Ooh, I'm sad (sad), shawty, you don't slide (slide)
But I wonder why did I bring you outside? (Outside)

I hate it when you wanna go out but I know the opps there
Always wanna pop your shit when you know that you pop, yeah
We at the Jamaican store, no I can't even eat my oxtail
'Cause we gotta go and shit, you got on your bogus shit
Wanna ride the Rolls 'cause the stars' like a solarship
How you tryna go viral but you tryna go legit?
Next time you wanna open up your mouth, just hold this shit
Bully how I beat her pussy, leave her with the swollen lips
Told this lil' bitch pussy tight, I call her shawty polar grip
She just wanna ball with a nigga, Victor Oladip'
Talkin' too much, got me thinkin'

Why did I bring you outside? (Outside)
Cash, got the money, playin' fives, southside (side)
Ooh, I'm sad (sad), shawty, you don't slide (slide)
But I wonder why did I bring you outside? (Outside)
When it's a lot a niggas spend some money outside

---

No More Parties in LA

Popped a pill, now you feel right
You know how to make you feel right, yeah
L.A.X for the flight
California dreamin' for the night, yeah

She's 'bout to party in L.A.
She's got the Molly in her drink
She can hardly hear me when I say
"Please, no more parties in L.A.", yeah
She gon' have this shit her way
Always at the party, that's the play
Wonder if she hear me when I say
"Please, no more parties in L.A."

Cash drippin' out the Range truck
Got some change and then you changed up
Talkin' to me like you can't be f*cked with
You f*cked me once, you still the same f*ck
You be running 'round the city wildin'
Shit be goin' down, don't care to hide it
Got me runnin 'round the city, toxic
(I hope you don't notice me)
Me in VIP got me wildin'
Phone on DND, don't f*ck the vibe up
Party TNT, there's no survivors
She done lots of tea, got no attire
She came in for Molly, X and Oxy'
But she wants to top me hella sloppy
Pussy fire, it's hotter than the tropics
She don't get acknowledged when she top me off
Never acknowledge f*ck shit a fake
Faded talk, but wouldn't buss a great
All that talking shit is for the jakes
In L.A., it's drugs to the face
She done took a couple to the face
How much more drugs do it take
To never hit another party out in L.A.?

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

Yeah, bass
Pretty bad bitch with the face
Shawty right there, I need a case
Case of the 'Migo, case of the '42
Shawty, right there, need the Ace
Wild out time when you like that, uh
Sex too good just to type that
I don't condone doin' no pills
But you do it with a thrill every time that you bite back
Cali, the valley, the scores and the tally
The pure lookin' hoes still f*ck like whores in the alley
I take 'em to the function and send 'em to the bros for the alley
I'm gettin' down in the bathroom, someone knock-knock at the door
Nigga, stop cockblockin'
We in Beverly Hills, somebody party
I'm f*ckin' me a white bitch outta hot topic
One thing that a young nigga know, is these bitches they come, they go
Monday through Sunday, Friday, Friday through Sunday, yo
She tellin' me she want some of my pocket
I must be lookin' like I'm one day old
The bitch said she would never give a threesome
I told you, I'll get it one day, ho

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

---

Anymore // Fuck Boy Intentions

Don't you wanna be under me?
Me
Oh-oh-oh-oh
You hear me?
You hear me?
Yeah
For real, shawty
Uh, look

Don't you wanna be here under me?
Wide body, takin' that shit to a 103
Presidential pussy, I got it runnin' for me
And when you lookin' that good, everything just comin' for free, for real
For real deal, gotta signed it on a dollar bill
Smokin' like a scholar still
She actin', College Hill, lookin' like she got a deal
Even back then she used to shop, for real
Designer, had Louis and the Prada heels, uh
Veneta to Bottega, instead of the crochets
Reposado tequila instead of the Rosé
Private level floor in every set and we go stand
Turn me to a Prada, Gucci, Fendi and Dolce
Yeah, you in your slickest body
I laid the floor like COOGI sweaters on Biggie body
She in a white sheet, lookin' like an Emirati
Pull her hair body, lookin' like she hit the Ricky Bobby
Money you wanted to spend
I'm buyin' VVS diamonds for all of my kin
She wanna take me to the room, get out all of her sense
It's no adoption, shawty, you can take all of my kids
Tell me who really wins when you come, fall in the Benz?
So many women wanna f*ck, guess it all just depends
On vacation I found out if I call you a twin
So why play when you gon' lay with me all in the end, for real?

You just need some me time
Back when we could just rewind
Way before you just seemed fine
Kept it real with me, each time (each time)
I've been thinkin' that you don't love me (love)
Like you used to love me (love)
Anymore (more)
I've been thinkin' that you don't love me (love)
Like you used to love me (love)
Anymore (more)
Yeah

Yeah
In high school callin' shorty dream girl, now I'm f*ckin' shorty in Houston
I brought her to my home so when niggas groupin' and bitches boostin'
Was on that ass since Jordan sneakers, I tied and I laced the loop in
I'm talkin' back when you stood up outside and you waited for the release
And you still got duked in
This is a different time when the flights are private
Booked in, they boosted
Remind me of my shorty from Scarborough
Demeanor is all thorough
That's part of that small world influence
My Caribbean thing, don't know how to give it up
She still eatin' that Caribbean Queen on Finch in the tuck
Money runnin' like water, I'm tryna rinse all the bucks
The whip drippin' in oil, she tryna lick on the clutch, for real
Been that boy, bald headed like Caillou
Got her f*cked up, in her thoughts, she thinkin', "Why you?"
It's 'cause I promise that this time it's gon' be different
And all I need from you is just to listen (Tory)

You just need some me time
Back when we could just rewind (rewind)
Way before you just seemed fine
Kept it real with me, each time (each time)
I've been thinkin' that you don't love me (love)
Like you used to love me (love)
Anymore (more)
I've been thinkin' that you don't love me (love)
Like you used to love me (love)
Anymore (more)

I hate the f*ck boy shit and you know this
Anything I can to get in your emotions
Both of us toxic and both of us poison
If you ask me ain't none of this shit chosen
Fightin' all day, then I'm dunkin' like DeRozan
Pussy gettin' cold when I sunk in, I was frozen
Throat gettin' cold, when she suckin', she was chosen (yeah)
You know I like when you chosen
Plungin' in that pussy like I'm fightin' on the ropes, and
Muhammad Ali, I be in it like a GOAT, and
Shawty, I feel you gon' ride 'til it's swollen
F*cked her so deep, that I'm hittin' in her colon
She on her reds then she stoke me with lotion (yeah)

No Pretty Ricky, but it's five in the mornin'
Tryna see what you into
I just wanna f*ck, girl, you know what I've been through
Come ride this dick with emotions (emotions)
Toxic as we are, you know we both had to play an emotion
(Emotion)
Get inside, look in my eyes and show me emotion (emotion)
If you can't give me love, you can give me emotion (emotion)
(Emotion, emotion)

Gettin' emotions in all these feelings that you talk about
Go ahead, chalk 'em out
Later on, walk 'em out
Park when it's moments, always a rival
We talkin' 'em out
Questions that always end up in, "F*ck is you talkin' about?"
The swear words all in your mouth
You goin' off all in the house
Relationship leanin' off of the couch, it's all in the slouch
You callin' up numbers, callin' me out, but who's all in your mouth?
Who's all in your head? Who's all in your bed?
And last time I checked, I did the same shit
F*ckin' these hoes, touchin' my flows
Her perfume scent, buffin' my clothes and yeah, I'm cheatin', I know
But shit, that ass too fat to not get one f*ck for the road
I gotta set it, like tennis, I give one love to the bros
These the reasons and things that she hates about me
I introduced my name and instead I just keep it straight
And sayin', "I'm only f*ckin' out the gate", I'll rather wait
If I give you my emotion, first day, f*ck you gon' chase?
I'm a pimp by nature, baby, in and out the state
So I play games, lead you on ad make your ass wait
Shawty toxic like me and she could take my place
If she could, she would scale an ounce as eighth by eighth
Emotionally the same nigga, she could take my face
But she could be the best lawyer, and wouldn't take my case
And that's why I play toxic
A cocky ass nigga in a drop with the mobstick (ayy-ayy, yeah, ayy-ayy)

(Rollin' down the road in my brand new ride, better believe it)
(Better believe it)
(Rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)
(Believe it)
(Rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)
(Believe it)
(Rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)

Rollin' down the road in my brand new ride
It don't feel the same without you inside
Said you don't feel the same feelings you had for me
And I just don't know how (rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)
Tumpin' on grabba and I'm rollin' down the 95 (believe it)
Thinkin' 'bout times we was sippin' on them Mai Tais (believe it)
Said that I would change but it gotta be on my time
(Rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)
That's just what it is with a nigga like me (believe it)
Said that I was geekin', yeah bitch, I might be
I had to be geekin' thinkin' you were wifey, oh
(Rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)
Rollin' down the road in this brand new ride (believe it)
It don't feel the same without you inside (believe it)
It don't feel the same but Lord knows that I tried
(Rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)
Tellin' me you movin' out to Cali (believe it)
I don't want you actin' like them bitches out the valley (believe it)
F*ck 'em all the time so you know I know about it, hey
(Rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)
(Better believe it)

Don't know where to find my baby
It's about to drive me crazy
Shiftin' as I feel me no more
Plus, you had to see my face
Don't know where to find my baby
It's about to drive me crazy
Shiftin' as I feel me no more

---

Red Casamigos

Yeah
Break it down just like that
Look

Here we are again, Reposado
Red bottle, the extra bottle because you like it nasty
Far from classy, in fact tonight's your night to keep it trashy
Look up at me and sexual emotion comin' out your face but that isn't agony
I go to war with that pussy and watch your legs attack me
Legs and arms everywhere like we some sort of arachne
The room's spinnin' like a fast wheel, designer clothes on the floor, heels?
Her feelings awful, circlin' steerin' wheel
I be meetin' in her insides
Kissin' on her outsides
No need for the, "Who? What? How? And why?"
And how do we get here inside the first place?
F*ckin' on each other like it was both of our birthdays
Saw you walk in the spot and I shot my shot
Bumpin' shoulders with you was the first graze
Cuttin' deeper, feelings steeper
At this point I wanna Dua like Lipa
I wanna dip into her like a scuba, deep sea dive
But I always got your back like I'm McGyver
Do me and I screw you like driver
I wonder if you's a white winer, red winer
A bed wetter, a bed climber
A girl that stands, centerfolds
And set with the headlines, you know the set designers

I wanna f*ck you 'lone, baby, oh, you got me
Go sneakin' to the side, baby, oh, you got me
We kissin', lickin', touchin', it ain't no way to stop it
I wanna tell it to you, tell me, oh, you got me
I wanna f*ck you 'lone, baby, oh, you got me
Go sneakin' to the side, baby, oh, you got me
We kissin', lickin', touchin', it ain't no way to stop it
I wanna tell it to you, tell me, oh, you got me

Saint Tropez for the day off
She likes that I perform like Curry inside the play offs
In fact she thinks them other guys are way off
And I think the same, that's why she liked to diss from a distance range
But when we get close
I slip my finger through her G-string
Public restroom, get it in, baby, that's a G thing
Wear your heart and pled on my sleeve like a E string
Ghostridin', on the floor writin' like I've seen things, uh
Hair pullin', bed screechin', you in my bed screamin'
Harder and faster 'til I do it to you
You come down the climax and after that you got a different mood into you
That was my whole plan and pursuit into you
I like the way I
Like to pull your panties to the side when we out in public
My freaky and your freaky, it's one good way to double it
Multiplyin', dividin' your legs, from findin' your edge and
(?) while you takin' time with your head
I lick you, you feel that shit in your spine, in your legs
I'm just tryin' you instead
You got a nigga harder than dryin' bread
Spendin' more time than my time spent
Puttin' in my nonsense, for real

I wanna f*ck you 'lone, baby, oh, you got me
Go sneakin' to the side, baby, oh, you got me
We kissin', lickin', touchin', it ain't no way to stop it
I wanna tell it to you, tell me, oh, you got me
I wanna f*ck you 'lone, baby, oh, you got me
Go sneakin' to the side, baby, oh, you got me
We kissin', lickin', touchin', it ain't no way to stop it
I wanna tell it to you, tell me, oh, you got me

---

Understand

I need a bitch that's gon' understand
Yeah, uh
Ain't hard to understand, I swear to God
Yeah
Yeah (oh-ah)

I need me a bitch that understand
I ain't got no plan but put you in a Lamb'
Take you to the tropics, somewhere you can get a tan, okay bae
Baby I, I know you don't understand, but
Baby I, I know you don't understand

Shawty, you don't understand
How I drip you in Amiri and the Summerland
I'm hands on but you got me on the other hand
And you the shit, girl, you know you need a plumber
And you know I got a hundred for you, know I got this money for you
Know I put the cease and desist for them bitches comin' for you
You know I pull up on you in a Lambo, bull up on the logo
Whole squad up, I got the hood on a pogo
Jet boys, wishin' that they could, it's a no-no
Fat paper cash, I'm still stackin' on the low though
Flew her out to Mexico, we made it Mayakoba
Hit her with the spice, I remind her of adobo
Bad bitch, you know a nigga name
Whether if you lowkey or on the 'Gram with a lil' fame
Baby bands or a lil' change
If you wanna f*ck, I wan' f*ckin' same thing, okay?

I need me a bitch that understand
I ain't got no plan but put you in a Lamb'
Take you to the tropics, somewhere you can get a tan, okay bae
Baby I, I know you don't understand, but
Babe I, I know you don't understand

(You don't understand)
I know you don't understand (you don't understand)
I know you don't understand (you don't understand)
I know you don't understand (you don't understand)
I know you don't understand

You don't understand why I pull up in that pull up
Or why I get inside and I start to throw my hood up
Rich bone did f*ck me once, I give you good love
Wishbone, have a bitch wishin' that she could've
Fishbones all up in their head, too brazy
Had to shoot the shot, bring me the 2K
Hit me when you free, the girl said today
Hit me when you free, you know I hit you on a two-way
Bad lil' bitch, her clique got it on the Blu-Ray
Five, four, three, got it poppin' on a Tuesday
Bitch all in my bed and I ain't stoppin' like a loose break
Tryna slice in it like a motherf*ckin' new cake
Ayy, cake, cake
Make a bitch squirt now my AKA
The bitch I'm pointin' out with my index, turn to Windex
When a nigga make her spray, ayy-ayy-ayy

I need me a bitch that understand
I ain't got no plan but put you in a Lamb'
Take you to the tropics, somewhere you can get a tan, okay bae
Baby I, I know you don't understand, but
Babe I, I know you don't understand

(You don't understand)
I know you don't understand (you don't understand)
I know you don't understand (you don't understand)
I know you don't understand (you don't understand)
I know you don't understand

(I know you don't understand)
(I know you don't understand)
(I know you don't understand)

(I know you don't understand)
(I know you don't understand)
(I know you don't understand)
(I know you don't understand)

---

Casa-Freak-Hoes

She tryin' her hardest not to get inside her feelings when she off that Casamigos, mm
Textin' my phones at all times, inside the morning
Know she spun like a free throw (yeah)
Sippin' tequila all night, all night, we don't sip no more Tito's (yeah)
And after the sun set, sunset, yeah
We get drunk and we f*ck long 'til we reload, yeah
She wanna tell me I don't give her time, anytime I'm off that Casamigos
It's Reposado inside my bottle, is you tryna swallow?
Baby girl, is you gon' deepthroat? (Yeah)

Playin' these games with my name
Every time that you're on that Casamigos (yeah)
But I know every time when we get home
You gon' turn this to a freak show

It's a lot of freaky hoes in there
Wanna buss it down, wanna buss it down on you
Casamigos turn to casa-freak-hoes
Buss down, can you buss down?
It's a lot of freaky hoes in there
Wanna buss it down, wanna buss it down on you
Casamigos turn to casa-freak-hoes
Buss down, can you buss down?

She tryin' her hardest not to get inside her feelings when she off that Casamigos, mm
Textin' my phones at all times, inside the morning
Know she spun like a free throw (yeah)
Sippin' tequila all night, all night, we don't sip no more Tito's (yeah)
And after the sun set, sunset, yeah
We get drunk and we f*ck long 'til we reload, yeah
She wanna tell me I don't give her time, anytime I'm off that Casamigos
It's Reposado inside my bottle, is you tryna swallow?
Baby girl, is you gon' deepthroat? (Yeah)

It's a lot of freaky hoes in there
Wanna buss it down, wanna buss it down on you
Casamigos turn to casa-freak-hoes
Buss down, can you buss down?
It's a lot of freaky hoes in there
Wanna buss it down, wanna buss it down on you
Casamigos turn to casa-freak-hoes
Buss down, can you buss down?

That's Casamigos, girls they turn to freaky hoes
Flash, I smash, in deep, I know
Ask the girls, the casa-freak-hoes
That's Casamigos, girls hey turn to freaky hoes
Flash, I smash, in deep, I know
Ask the girls, the casa-freak-hoes

---

Role Call

Oh, yeah
Ayy, ayy

I wanna know your name, mane
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Shorty, no, I don't wanna be your main thing
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah
Don't call shorty back, gotta put her on the role call
Hit and dance with her friend and she go hard
Baby, damn, you's a motherf*ckin' show-off
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah, baby, ayy-yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah, oh, yeah-ah, yeah

Huh, alright, I get it
Look at my chain, you go blind for one second
Hoodie on like I'm KKK, DTB, you should know my name
And I put that on everythin'
I wanna see you throw that ass in circles, don't ever change
(Don't wanna be your main thing)
I wanna know what it is and what it ain't, babe
I'm a cold-hearted nigga, I do sane things
(No switch on the Glock, call it Plain Jane)
(VVS's and I trust the real chain gang)
(Two best friends f*ckin', it's the same day)

I wanna know your name, mane
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Shorty, no, I don't wanna be your main thing
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah
Don't call shorty back, gotta put her on the role call
Hit and dance with her friend and she go hard
Baby, damn, you's a motherf*ckin' show-off
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah, baby, ayy-yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah, oh, yeah-ah, yeah

I got cash on deck, Arab bitches, like they stacks on deck
Bad lil' bitch, I got her gassed up, yeah
She ain't got no nigga, she done passed out, yeah
She ain't got nothin', she gotta patch up, baby, match up
Catch a vibe when I pass you, I overlap you, I'm on the side
With the real niggas and we kill niggas, forty-five
I might dash 'em, 'cause I'm a rapper, but let it fly
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah, and you know I
I got a thing for you and you know I
I just looked up in trouble, brought in some vibes
I got some bad bitches f*ckin' tonight

I wanna know your name, mane
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Shorty, no, I don't wanna be your main thing
I wanna know, I wanna know everything
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah
Don't call shorty back, gotta put her on the role call
Hit and dance with her friend and she go hard
Baby, damn, you's a motherf*ckin' show-off
Ayy-yeah-yeah-yeah, baby, ayy-yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah, oh, yeah-ah, yeah

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Rare L

(The late talk, the late talk)
(The cut me down, I think he ain't wrong)
(The late talk)
(You've deleted all of our late talk)
(The late talk)
(The cut me down, I think he ain't wrong)
Real talk (the late talk)
Uh, yeah (you've deleted all of our late talk)

My ex woke up to a rare L
Leavin' me, she'll probably never wear Chanel
Couple threesomes that I don't care to share
Steppin' on these niggas in a pair of twelves
I be off the fly and I do very well
School a bitch and have her tryna share and tell
You had her and I had her, so it's wear and tell
And them bitches know a nigga very well

Scrapin' through my closet, what the f*ck I'm 'bout to wear?
It ain't even I ain't got it, it's too much in here, yeah
Shop and treat my closet like a bank, I make deposits
Only fly niggas overwhelmed by their closet
Dollars like a deacon and shit, I got 'em for profit
Game like rips in my jeans, they in my pocket
Twenty-three bitches on the sand yellin', "Not it"
Tell me, f*ck is a tab when a nigga always got it?

My ex woke up to a rare L
Leavin' me, she'll probably never wear Chanel
Couple threesomes that I don't care to share
Steppin' on these niggas in a pair of twelves
I be off the fly and I do very well
School a bitch and have her tryna share and tell
You had her and I had her, so it's wear and tell
And them bitches know a nigga very well, uh

She ain't got a lot, she know me very well
I deserve it all, I did it for myself
Got it on my own, that's how you stand out (yeah)
You know I never asked for no handouts

Yeah
Two years back they tried to play me like Olympic sports
Smokin' niggas like Sha'Carri, that's why they took me off the course
But never took me off, of course
That's when I build a wall and fortress
And everything is tall and gorgeous
NFT influenced the world, how I gotta check it
First artist to go platinum, fifty-seven seconds
I used to be with scammers, empty out your chequings
Foreign whippin', haters starin', envyin' our blessings
In Bahamas, drinkin' Goombay Punch
I'm at the Fry takin' pictures of my new day lunch
I'm up at Cheetah store Bahamian money and strippers
I told her, "Calm down, fourteen rooms in this compound", for real
You live in Opa-laca, boy, I land there
Double R, stampin' on the engine of the plan, yeah
Ever paid a hundred stacks to stay in there? (Oh, Lord)
One Umbrella, 2022 ain't playin' fair

She ain't got a lot, she know me very well
I deserve it all, I did it for myself
Got it on my own, that's how you stand out (yeah)
You know I never asked for no handouts

My ex woke up to a rare L
Leavin' me, she'll probably never wear Chanel
Couple threesomes that I don't care to share
Steppin' on these niggas in a pair of twelves
I be off the fly and I do very well
School a bitch and have her tryna share and tell
You had her and I had her, so it's wear and tell
And them bitches know a nigga very well

(Ooh, when it ain't love)
(When it's fake love)
(Ooh, when it ain't love)
(God, I know it ain't love)
(Ooh, when it ain't love)
(When it's fake love)
(Ooh, when it ain't love)
(God, I know it ain't love)

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Albany Bahamas

Just left the Bahamas with Justin Bieber
Prayin' for me over FaceTime
'Bout two years back's the last time I seen him
Forty thousand feet up in the sky, reflectin' back by my house
Some of my guys for murdered and damn, I feel lost in this lonely road
With no highs and only lows, and no ties, only goals
And spittin' like I'm tryna put my dentures in that .44
I'm at the 40/40, tryna find a shawty for me
And soon it's rendezvous and hoes actin' naughty, naughty
And not by nature, I drop by paper
I think of times when I didn't have it
Hoes used to laugh it, laugh it
Now I'm lookin' back like, "Damn, shawty, what happened, happened?"
Now they like, "What's happenin'?"
I'm like, "Cool, whatever happened, happened" (yeah)
Come throw that ass back, I still tag it, still slap it
I got word you threw a hundred on my head, well, I'm laughin', hmm
That's the only time you'll see me dead
I see green and money, I see problems, I see red
So much drama and the stress inside my mind
I'm tryna ch-chill, I'm talkin' tears, used to shop at Sears
These niggas used to pop they mouth but had no heart to see us
Old friends turnin' into haters and then, we done go major again
I'm in a state of revenge, f*ck all that fakes fightin'
Nigga, that playin' pretend
Ain't no makin' amends, all light sable play in the Benz like

Finding myself, make mistakes
All the signs don't break
Know that I'm hardheaded
I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder

If these niggas really are down
Or am I just holdin' it down? Oh, yeah
Will these bitches really be around when I'm down?
That's what I wonder
I done had my heart broke down
Now you tryna start goin' down, back there
I guarantee they won't be around
That's why I wonder

Yeah
I'm gettin' texts from women I had some mess with
Hoes I used to text the "X" and "O" and now they textin', "SOS"
Just to save 'em from the ex they got in bed with
It's crazy how them acronyms work
I live a good life at Taboo in Miami
It's bad bitches throwin' ass at my work
I know they mad, they hurt that I'm throwin' cash and then splurgin'
I'm stuntin' hard, the Cullinan rim caps
Still here scratchin' the curb, my gosh
I wouldn't dress my son superfly 'til he turn five
Rather not see him hypnotize to material lies
Nothin' like his daddy who be overdriven by design
Late night, f*ckin' stripper bitches, livin' out of line

Finding myself, make mistakes
All the signs don't break
Know that I'm hardheaded
I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder

If these niggas really are down
Or am I just holdin' it down? Oh, yeah
Will these bitches really be around when I'm down?
That's what I wonder

(Got in my head goin' sideways)
(Everything you said on replay)
(Got in my head, goin' sideways)
(Everything you said on replay)

---

Collection

(Ooh, come a little bit closer, ooh come a little bit closer)
(Ooh, thinkin 'bout the way you walk, ooh, love the way you walk my way)
(Ooh-ooh, come a little bit closer, ooh come a little bit closer)
(Ooh, thinking 'bout the way you walk)
Girl, you know
(Ooh, love the way you walk my way)

You've got sexy over the last ten months, and I
I admit that I bossed that shit on us, and I
Can't lie, I'm comin' down, f*cked up on this drink, oh
One last time to pick up my drunk call (uh, uh, uh)

If I f*ck you once, you part of my collection
You let me f*ck you once, and we had a connection
And if you f*cked me once then I'll be your confession
And I f*ck you once then I can recollect it

New York, ATL, I got some good ones, got some
Florida to Rexdale, I got some good ones, got some
Henny-Twon to L.A., I got some good ones, yeah
And they don't know they part of my collection
New York, ATL, I got some good ones, got some
Florida to Rexdale, I got some good ones, got some
Henny-Town to L.A., I got some good ones, yeah
And they don't know they part of my collection

I go in (I go in)
Drip from her body when I massage her (oh)
I got intentions on doin' bad things
Hope my intentions don't make me darker, I go
Deeper, deeper
I wanna feel your soul
I wanna know if we got some kind of connection (yeah)
'Cause I'm picky when it comes to my collection
When I'm in L.A. or the Bay and I feel gettin' throwed out (oh)
Holla at Alexis
She gon' pick me up with some doobies in the trunk
Gettin' blown out (blown)
My kind of affection
And we never finish movies on the Netflix (Netflix)
'Cause every time I try that, you be doin' mad tricks (mad tricks)
That sex so good, I order Uber for breakfast (breakfast)
That sex so good, I make you part of my collection (yeah)
Ooh-ah, ah-ah (uh)

If I f*ck you once, you part of my collection
You let me f*ck you once, and we had a connection
And if you f*cked me once then I'll be your confession
And I f*ck you once then I can recollect it

New York, ATL, I got some good ones, got some
Florida to Rexdale, I got some good ones, got some
Henny-Twon to L.A., I got some good ones, yeah
And they don't know they part of my collection
New York, ATL, I got some good ones, got some
Florida to Rexdale, I got some good ones, got some
Henny-Town to L.A., I got some good ones, yeah
And they don't know they part of my collection

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The Vent

Yeah (you make me believe, ooh)
Start this shit off right (you make me believe, yeah, yeah)
Why don't we? (Make me believe)
(You make me believe)
Oh man, oh man (you make me believe)
Feels good though (make me believe)

Listen
Everybody's a critic, shit, everybody can get it
Got all these plaques on the wall
Man, every car that I sit in, it's satin slid in exhaust
Six cylinder the engine, ceilings with stars
Nigga, of course I'm Venetian Bridge drivin'
395 and more live than I have ever been, spend a night in Setai
Did some tusslin' with Thugger friends, but f*ck it
Then we can't each other brother 'til somebody fight but nobody die
I see grey clouds, covered in skies, cover my eyes
Variety, Time magazine cover, cover with lies
Who is payin' Rolling Stone for these covers and stories?
Smuggle with more than a bunch of lies
Their cheese truffled with fries, I
Started this year with Madonna inside my DM
New condo, it's for my BM
I sit back and double track on that statement
I started cakin', then cocked in the colosseum
Ain't it crazy how life changes?
I was popped and now I got the princess of pop on my pages
Makin' statements, it's outrageous
It's like Madonna, mama after all them people you kissed
We couldn't have did this over a dinner date with some steaks?
I'm goin' too far, damn, there goes my kiss on the stage
I'm re-cuttin' my keys, put pad on my sleeve
Leathers in back on my V's, steppers in back of my seats
Lawyer, I'm smackin' the fee
I'm so intact when I speak
Flowin' so off the wall, I Mike Jack' on the beat
Bitches still jackin' my D
They look at Tory like, "He done invented the NFT"
They tried to put me in a box
I said, "F*ck it, I'ma create a small circle
Then carve my way out the center and then I'm free"
I put more feet on you niggas necks than a centipede
I'm cold as December breeze
Catch me sleepin' on niggas, no anesthes'
And I'm duckin' all the Jezebels and Genevieves
UberEats to Ten Degrees, triple H, my pedigree
Rapper sit in studios and talking 'bout my moves and how I move
I'm out f*ckin' they bitches, it's how I do, that's how I knew
I get the glance of their eye
The, "Hey", the, "How are you?"
Soon as the dick get in 'em, info start to spillin', listen
I'm like Frank White, sellin' real bass
I'm not scared of Twitter, it's not a real place
I give a damn about a "I belong on Instagram"
Ten reservated dinners, sittin' where my bitches layin' (ow, mm, yeah)
I still stop when I go, how am I hot when it's cold?
They said I was blackballed, my black balls started to show
I feel like I'm on mission, CJ, ride to The Grove
I'm on time and it shows
And Jay just bought the Lambo', two hunnid ninety, he glowin'
And f*ck a timeshare, I rather share time with my homies
Y'all niggas lost worth like puttin' diamonds on Rollies
Slime green paint on the Urus, I'm still drivin' the homies
And some of y'all favorite celebrity bitches
F*ck me in private, then hate me in public
Imagine the state of discussion, they say
"Soon as your court case over, my label say it's cool that we date in public"
I'm like, "Nah, f*ck it, I already f*cked it"
And by that time I'll be overseas sippin' tea and crumpets
I wore the face that you niggas could laugh at
Felt like Tyler Perry, Madea's jumpers
I'm warmin' up, pre-heated oven, y'all see me comin'
Who the next celeb to mention me?
Instagram and Twitter tweets, I'ma see 'em eventually
If they say my name, they better say, "He the best next to me"
I just gave the rap game the recipe to NFT and please
F*ck niggas, stop tellin' me who I sound like
Tellin' me I sound like ten different dudes
When them ten different dudes don't sounds alike
How that even make sense?
This shit ain't even soundin' right
Fargo
For real, I'm sayin'

We spendin' like the last days (ha, haha)
We movin' like the last train in Paris
It's on the train tracks and it's movin'
(We rich forever)
I can't celebrate my past ways
Not when we livin' in these last days (haha, ha)
Tellin' me, "Have faith, have faith, have faith"