Chris Brown - Slime & B Album Lyrics

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Say You Love Me

(This beat for Murda)
Yeah
(OG Parker)

Say you love me
Say it twice (yeah)
Say you my bitch
You can call my shots (yeah)
She roll my kush
That make her rider (yeah)
Say put that TEC (yeah)
Right by her eyes (yeah)
She keep it wet (yeah)
She passed my test (yeah)
I count my check (yeah)
I count it irrationally
Rock Louis ties (yeah)
'Cause I got court this week (yeah)
Look in my eyes (yeah)
I count my bread and leave
Yeah, yeah

Slatt, ayy, slatt, ayy
(Yeah, yeah)
Slatt, ayy, slatt, ayy
(Yeah, yeah)
Spider, make that boy die
Ayy, five hunnid shots (yeah)
My VV, my ice (whoa, oh)
My karats are rotten
I'm tryna get in them thighs (whoa)
I'm tryna get in them thighs (ayy)
(I'm tryna get in them thighs)
Look at the steer of the coupe when I'm droppin' the top from the sky
I'll hit your little bitty bitch, got her runnin' around disguised
I got a coupe, cost a million, I bungie that bitch when I ride (skrrt skrrt)
Total the coupe, whoa
That's my boo, whoa
Never been spooked, whoa
Meet you to swoop, whoa
I told the bitch I can never say sorry for f*ckin' the crew, whoa
Heard you lil' niggas done run out of loop and you're not in the loop, whoa

Say you love me
Say it twice (yeah)
Say you my bitch
You can call my shots (yeah)
She roll my kush
That make her rider (yeah)
Say put that TEC (yeah)
Right by her eyes (yeah)
She keep it wet (yeah)
She passed my test (yeah)
I count my check (yeah)
I count it irrationally
Rock Louis ties (yeah)
'Cause I got court this week (yeah)
Look in my eyes (yeah)
I count my bread and leave
Yeah, yeah

Do it with no hands (yeah, yeah)
Put it all in my face (yeah, yeah)
I ain't throwin' no salt, baby
Girl, I'm gon' give it to you nice and easy
Let me
Let me taste you
Give me your lips
I wanna play, yeah
She get to rollin' her body
She 'bout to get a nigga started
She got it soakin', she sloppy
But I love it
She buckin' naked, she shake it for daddy
Pussy amazin'
We makin' love, got to f*ckin' and cussin'
Say you my bitch (say it, slatt, ayy, slime, ayy, sex, ayy)
Say you my bitch (slatt, ayy, slatt, ayy, slatt, ayy, oh, sex, oh)

Say you love me
Say it twice (yeah)
Say you my bitch
You can call my shots (yeah)
She roll my kush
That make her rider (yeah)
Say put that TEC (yeah)
Right by her eyes (yeah)
She keep it wet (yeah)
She passed my test (yeah)
I count my check (yeah)
I count it irrationally
Rock Louis ties (yeah)
'Cause I got court this week (yeah)
Look in my eyes (yeah)
I count my bread and leave
Yeah, yeah

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Go Crazy

Oh, yeah
(Oh, is that Kaniel again?)
Oh
(Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
Oh, yeah

Laid up, got me thinkin', babe
Tell me if you with it 'cause I'm with it, babe
I haven't heard from you in a minute, babe
Just tell me what to do when I hit it, babe
Gucci and Prada

Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
I know that you miss me 'cause I put down right
Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
You know that a nigga like me can change your life

Oh, baby, everythin' you do is amazin'
Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy
I got what you need
Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
Lil' baby (oh), everythin' you do is amazin' (yeah)
Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy (yeah)
I got what you need (yeah)
Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
Lil' baby (yeah)

I been overseas goin' crazy (yeet)
I can tell you love it when we made up (ayy)
Black and gray diamonds like a Raider (Raider)
Orange peel, your love is real (yeah)
Lovin' skills, I need some lovin' skills (yeah)
Left my dirty drawers and you love me still (yeah)
Eyes come lazy, but she is real (yeah)
Dressed to kill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Freaky-bom-bom 'til you're tired (oh)
I can put a stone by your eye (oh)
I can say you never switchin' sides
You never tell me lies
Not rushin', tyin' ties (yeah)

Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
I know that you miss me 'cause I put down right
Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
You know that a nigga like me can change your life

Oh, baby, everythin' you do is amazin'
Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy
(I got what you need) I got what you need
Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
Lil' baby

Yeah, get me lit
Hoes on my phone when they find out that I'm rich
Then they switch, when they see I'm choosin' on my bitch
Top down, got her doin' donuts on the dick, yeah
Pose for the flick
Damn it, bust it, baby, watch you do it on a split
She don't need no hands or no pants, do your dance
Poppin' rubber bands, hit the dash, make it fast (oh)
(Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
Yeah, waitin' by me phone, just to dick you down, down
Let me put it down, down
Now put it down, down
Watch me put it down, down
(Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
Put it down, down

Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
I know that you miss me 'cause I put down right
Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
You know that a nigga like me can change your life

Oh, baby, everythin' you do is amazin'
Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy
I got what you need
Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
Lil' baby (oh), everythin' you do is amazin'
Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy
I got what you need
Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
Lil' baby

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Trapback

(Rippa on the beat, bitch)

Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Uh, ooh

Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
When you hear my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach
And if mine jump behind it, baby, I'm running
Baby, I'm bombin', tell me if you coming
Call me if you really wanna get high
You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys
They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly
Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky
Got the trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Oh, baby
(I don't wanna hear nothin')

'Cause I really got the dopest of the dopest
It make them hoes focus, she ridin' 'round hopeless
Like, where the dopeman? I really need the dopeman
Please don't take this pill without water, you might choke ma'am
When I say I'm outside, she say the door open
Walk up in her crib, in the bed, I get to poking
She get to screaming, her kids gonna wake up
I think it's the drugs she be takin' 'cause the

Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Oh, yeah

Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
When you hear my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach
And if mine jump behind it, baby, I'm running
Baby, I'm bombin', tell me if you coming
Call me if you really wanna get high
You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys
They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly
Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky
Got the trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Oh, baby (sex)
(I don't wanna hear nothin')
Yeah, yeah

Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear a damn nothing 'bout no money (no)
All a nigga tryna say is why you run from me? (Why you run?)
Hunt for me, every time the night come, grip the .40 and Bible
She text me and said the pussy on arrival
Told the promoters put the pussy on a rider
F*ck around and catch your girl, I'm a sniper
Ha, ha, hollow nose on my wiper (ha, ha)
Yeah, I caught her like a sniper (yeah, I caught her)
Yeah, red, red bottoms on arrival (red bottoms)
Yeah, yeah, scratch my back like we fighting (whoa)
Yeah, if he never had you, you my wife then (whoa)

Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
When you hear my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach
And if mine jump behind it, baby, I'm running
Baby, I'm bombin', tell me if you coming
Call me if you really wanna get high
You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys
They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly
Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky
Got the trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Oh, baby
(I don't wanna hear nothin')
Yeah, yeah

Baby girl, I know you high, baby, so am I
Give you everything I got, girl don't ask me why
Just relax your mind, baby
Just take your time, you got it, baby
I don't know how the hell we got this faded
Making a movie with my bitch, X-rated (sex)
And why you running from the dick? You playing
Girl, I can do anything, you name it
I want more
Entertain me some more
Come over, let's lay up
Smoke somethin', then let's f*ck
She's falling in love (hey)

Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
When you hear my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach
And if mine jump behind it, baby, I'm running
Baby, I'm bombin', tell me if you coming
Call me if you really wanna get high
You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys
They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly
Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky
Got the trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap, trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
Trap back jumping, I don't wanna hear nothing
I don't wanna hear nothin'

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I Got Time

(Xayy, why you do it to 'em?)

Say love, I wanna make love, with you
See me, and all of this paper (ooh)
Bad ting, got the million shape up (huh, oh yeah)
Say love, don't be a stranger (oh)
'Cause I got time
I got time today, yeah, I got time (yeah, I got time)
I got time today, yeah, I got time (yeah, I got time)
I got time today, yeah, I got time (oh, I got time)
I got time today, yeah, I got time, for you

Wake up, you don't cover your face up (oh, ooh)
Make-up, you don't need no make-up, you perfect (yeah)
Say love, I wanna link up, me and you
Say less, don't gotta speak on what we gon' do
I love, love when you send me a text sayin', "Boo, come through"
You love, love letters wrote to you (yeah)
What if I only dream about you?
Don't wake up, don't want to, here without you (you)

Say love, I wanna make love, with you (yeah)
See me, and all of this paper (all this paper, yeah, ooh)
Bad ting, got the million shape up (huh, oh yeah)
Say love, don't be a stranger (don't be)
'Cause I got time
I got time today, yeah, I got time (yeah, I got time)
I got time today, yeah, I got time (yeah, yeah, baby, I got time)
I got time today, yeah, I got time (oh, I got time)
I got time today, yeah, I got time, for you

I had to pay her tuition, the way this lil' baby was suckin' my nuts (I had to pay her tuition)
I gotta keep this shit pimpin', man, I'm never fallin' in love with a slut (no)
I gotta tell you it was written the way that a young nigga came up, yeah (I gotta tell you)
Look at the opps behind us (whoa)
Look at this foreign shit around us (woo)
I gotta slime, yeah, yeah
I gotta slime (yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
Drinkin' on green, yeah, yeah (drinkin' on green)
Feel like it's time, yeah, yeah the bitch ain't mine, yeah, yeah
Her card is declined, yeah, yeah
Triple my cups, triple my doses, I'm triplin' up (triple, cuh)

I got some time to go gamble, I'm hittin' my point in the book (hit 'em up, hit 'em up)
F*ck it we choosin' girl with girl, well, that shit addin' up (that shit addin')
Hop in the trap with a P, we gon' step with an AK inside of this shit
How you know it's less?
I say Lord how the shit blessed (blessed, blessed)
'Cause you bust it one time in that two-tone
I'm tryna stand in the shit like a shoeline
Time of the essence, the AP worth ten dimes
Tell me you choosin', and you tryna get whopped down
You can punch my number like the lunch line
You gon' see how the wood sound (you gon' see how the wood sound)
They gon' be pullin' up (gah)
I might just hop, that stick in the tuck

Say love, I wanna make love, with you
See me, and all of this paper (ooh, ooh)
Bad ting, got the million shape up (huh, oh yeah)
Say love, don't be a stranger (oh-oh, oh-oh)
'Cause I got time
I got time today, yeah, I got time (yeah, I got time)
I got time today, yeah, I got time (yeah, I got time)
I got time today, yeah, I got time (oh, I got time)
I got time today, yeah, I got time, for you

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She Bumped Her Head

(Makers)
Gon' pull up on 'em, pull up
Yeah
Should I get it? No cap
(Run that back Turbo)

(Sex) My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you but he should have told you I'm killin' 'em (just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's, and I don't need credentials (don't need credentials, baby)
If a nigga can't put that shit on, gotta get out the premises (beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn, yes, a nigga we strugglin' (no cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on, ain't no jewelry, we share-y (lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day 'cause these niggas been trippin' ('bout us got 'em fooled)

I triple up, pour up my cup and it's all 'tussin
And my coupe got nitro and all dat
So we smokin' these niggas like kush
Yeah, when we f*ck on these hoes, make 'em gush
Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne at the Tootsie's
I f*ck on your ho and she say that's my pussy
I wet paper napkin, I'm wipin' my dick
All this Actavis slushie, my ho drink the Cristal
She wrapped in Saran, the fresh as she can 'cause I just been playin' with these bands (racks)
I open my hand, there's nothin' but bands, now YSL big as Japan (On God)
My head dropped in that Lamb' as fast as I can 'cause I always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm waitin' on these bags to land (racks)
I'm cool as a fan, you play with my man, and we come and takin' your land
I took YSL from here to the can, and he got niggas waitin' to land (slatt)
I told all my niggas, "Sit back, it's a scam", when these niggas goin' on a rant

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you but he should have told you I'm killin' 'em (just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's, and I don't need credentials (don't need credentials, baby)
If a nigga can't put that shit on, gotta get out the premises (beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn, yes, a nigga we strugglin' (no cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on, ain't no jewelry, we share-y (lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day 'cause these niggas been trippin' ('bout us got 'em fooled)

Spent a whole hundred racks on a plain Jane
That's a cool pretty penny, you lil' bitty bitches
Know me for my first and my last name
I done went got the riches, I'm matchin' the vision
I'm f*ckin' these hoes in the backstage
No, I don't do no kisses
You know I just tip her and send her home like a Backpage
I been playin' with this ice look like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain, it remind me of Moet
Got the Louis V shirt, and better chain, should have seen how I wore it (yeah, yeah)
I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things that'll kill all the noise
If you ask, now I'm headed out to Spain, I got foreign whores
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Smell that shit in my kidney
I got lil' shawty inside of Mulsanne
She don't know it's a Bentley
She asked me for a lil' help on her backend
And you know that I did it
Found an old check and I went to go cash it
Lot of money we gettin'

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you but he should have told you I'm killin' 'em (just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's, and I don't need credentials (don't need credentials, baby)
If a nigga can't put that shit on, gotta get out the premises (beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn, yes, a nigga we strugglin' (no cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on, ain't no jewelry, we share-y (lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day 'cause these niggas been trippin' ('bout us got 'em fooled)

I ordered two more two-tones
Callin' my plug on two phones
Lambos, six-fours
Got a offset, it's sittin' low
My shit's stainless, don't put your fingers on it
No, these ain't no finger waves
Bitch, this ain't Tony Tony Tony
I feel like Kurt Cobain, get the brain with the shotgun
Yeah, my niggas do it for me, I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees, give me that rubber
I told her I got five on me, send me the wire (ooh)

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you but he should have told you I'm killin' 'em (just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's, and I don't need credentials (don't need credentials, baby)
If a nigga can't put that shit on, gotta get out the premises (beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn, yes, a nigga we strugglin' (no cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on, ain't no jewelry, we share-y (lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day 'cause these niggas been trippin' ('bout us got 'em fooled)

That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Spend that shit on my Porsche
This my lil' shawty first time inside the Lamb'
She can't open the doors
I do not f*ck with you disloyal niggas
Thought the whip could be yours
Cross out that double, and hit it with the triple
It ain't no other choice

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Big Slimes

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just know, I just got it, just got it
(Run that back Turbo) Ayy

Got a Glock on my side but it's more like my main bitch, uh (it's more like my main bitch, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (I'm the one you can bank with)
Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one, it's not what the bank with
No, not with the stank shit (no)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (skrrt)
You talkin' to the big slime (talk to the big slime)

Different strokes with a big thot (oh)
Micro Draco got a big knock (big knock)
Tell any rapper, this a big swap (swap)
Lifetime goal, call the big shots (yee)

Uh, if you can't stand him, go sit his ass down like a desktop (woo)
Woo, thankin' the Lord that my nigga made it out of the cell block (he made it out)
Woo, keep it one hundred, my oath was never to tell cops (never, no)
Yeah, my sales pop, I been mixin' this Act' with the cherry pop (woo)
Huh, right back to pay, make arrangements, these niggas'll never catch up
(Or let me just push out the, skrrt)
Yeah, I gotta tip to your pussy, my flash is Red Sox (it's red, ooh)
I had to tell that lil' thottie she walkin' on tight rocks (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, keep a dramatic lil' baddie on top of the top floor (oh)
Big slap on the wrist, I learned my lessons (ooh)
Way too many millions to be cappin' (ooh, ooh)
Squirt on the titty, now she think she know us (ooh, ooh)
And I keep a .40 on my waistline (let's go)

You know, you know, you know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
You know, you know, you know, yeah
(You know, you know, you know)
You know, you know, you know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
You know, you know, you know, you know (yeah, yeah, you know)

Got a Glock on my side but it's more like my main bitch, uh (it's more like my main bitch)
Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (I'm the one you can bank with)
Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one, it's not what the bank with
No, not with the stank shit (no)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch
You talkin' to the big slime

Big drip on me, VVs on me, congratulate myself
Got that on me, live like Tony, AR on the shelf
Light speed with the motion, melody I made myself
Big Bs on me, yeah, ice, I just need my
AP, no Pres', I stay to myself, wavy
Gold teeth, niggas can't bite me, this ain't no rabies
Blame me, oh, why you wanna blame me? These bitches be crazy
Blessin', come follow me, baby, teach you a lesson
Got a couple cars for a couple hoes, might f*ck 'em all in my whip
Come through in this carpool, I skrrt-skrrt and we dip
I'ma pray to God for purple rain, that double-cup, I sip
Ooh, fantasies, I'll show you that it's real (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got a Glock on my side but it's more like my main bitch, uh (it's more like my main bitch)
Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (oh)
Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one, it's not what the bank with (no)
No, not with the stank shit (no)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (or I ride with a)
You talkin' to the big slime

Big slime, you talkin' to the big slime (yeah)
We get to beat 'em, imagine (yeah)
I think this might be a classic (classic)
I hid some racks in the attic (racks)
I'm on the thirty, pink addy (oh)
I got an addiction to fashion (Yeah)
I walk in the club with a static (yeah)
I'm just tryna get me a backend (backend)
Tell my driver to pull up and back in (back in)
Helicopter to fly over traffic (traffic)
On my grind, got no time for relaxin' (relaxin')
Spend it up, I been makin' that cash in
And I'ma go grab that Maybach wagon (nah)
Think I'ma hit up the space age status (nah)
I might go cop that big boy Patek (Patek)
She was takin' the pic, uh, uh
She was takin' the picture with my jacket
Just don't buck, all these bitches really petty (whoa)
I'm controllin' the stick like it was Madden (nah)
I'ma get up and make me something happen
And no need to be wastin' my time
We never lackin', I'm smokin' 'Woods like a cabin
I put my bitches in some fashion (fashion)
Turn my whole crib to a palace
In London I'm shoppin' at Harrods
Got this money, we 'bout to get married (married)
Niggas runnin' their mouth like a parrot (parrot)
I'm a bunny, I keep me some carrots

Got a Glock on my side but it's more like my main bitch, uh (it's more like my main bitch, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (I'm the one you can bank with)
Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one, it's not what the bank with
No, not with the stank shit (no)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (skrrt, skrrt)
You talkin' to the big slime

Different strokes with a big thot (oh)
Micro Draco got a big knock (big knock)
Tell any rapper, this a big swap (swap)
Lifetime goal, call the big shots

Got the Glock on my side, but the FN my main bitch (FN my main bitch, yeah)
We done got rich but I cannot get caught with the same bitch (caught with the same bitch, uh)
I got some hoes in LA and they speak different language (speak different language, yeah)
Jumped off the porch and I bought me some work and a banger
Whole lot of racks and this shit still ain't changin'
Used to be juugin' in traffic and bows (and bows)
And I came over some killers
And you cannot trap if you don't got no pole (got no pole)
All of my niggas, they millionaires, they think we sellin' our souls (our souls)
I'm never tellin' her "no" (no)
I get the head and I go, I'ma go run up some more
Stack up the paper, not stuntin' these niggas at all (these niggas at all)
Takin' that bitch, she a freak and I beat up her walls (her walls)
Pull up my pants right after I f*ck her
Like I gotta leave, but I never call (no)
I f*cked her friend, she say I'm a dog (dog)
Don't settle for less, we want it all (all)

Got a Glock on my side but it's more like my main bitch, uh (it's more like my main bitch, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (I'm the one you can bank with)
Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one, it's not what the bank with
No, not with the stank shit (no)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad bitch (skrrt, skrrt)
You talkin' to the big slime

Different strokes with a big thot (oh)
Micro Draco got a big knock (big knock)
Tell any rapper, this a big swap (swap)
Lifetime goal, call the big shots

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I Ain't Trying

(You good, T-Minus?)
When I try to walk away, it's like I ain't try
When I try to walk away, seems like I ain't try (oh, na-na-na-na)
Seems like I ain't try, ain't even try (oh man)
And made me do it a thousand times
Yeah, you've done me (oh)

Lovin' can hurt, but you patch up, baby (oh-oh)
Caught me walkin', talkin', patched up, baby (oh-oh)
I wanna know is it flirtin', you back up, baby (is it flirtin'? Back up, oh)
Slimin' down a Seven-Up, baby (oh-oh)
If everything about you is a lie
Then I just wanna be disguised, oh
And if what they said was true and you was lyin'
Darlin', then I tell you, that I will always speak us now (whoa)
Still away from no one, know I need privacy, yeah
Didn't your mama teach you way back in the day
Not to try to play hide and seek, yeah
Gettin' bread for the long night
And niggas tell you how to make a mil' in a week, yeah (oh-oh)
Real rockstars, I can show you how to get higher than me, yeah (oh)
Spent a half a mil', on God, oh, yeah, yeah (oh-oh)
She's sativa, and she got head full of hair
Eyes bleedin' with the sea, yeah
I never talk bad about her, I'd rather pray with her on my knees, yeah
Upgrad her dental, on GP, it cost a bird
Watch her constantly tell that she don't need it (baby, I'ma get it)

(Baby, it's just)
Baby, I love you
Baby, wanna find you
Maybe, if I say this
Know I'm here, don't care

F*ckin' under covers
Crazy, knowin' I'll burst
I'll cover you like covers
Versace that is, mind your biz
I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, babe (oh-whoa)
I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby
And I tell you somethin' good
I had blood on me, but didn't give up, baby (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (ooh)

New price tag now, and I don't even drive, yeah
What a bad bitch gon' do for a new watch? Yeah-yeah
She can't feel my pain, ask me, "Do it hurt?" Yeah-yeah
Before you f*ck me over, I'ma do it first
(Bitch, I'm ahead of the curve)
Why leave open my self?
Break the links off my chest
Cryin', she complainin', yeah
You know it's gang shit, yeah
Know this all baby worth
Enemies and the fiends gettin' served
Say grace, bow your head
Baby, I'm a God, amen

Baby, it's just
Baby, I love you (oh)
Baby, wanna find you
Maybe, if I say this (if I say this, baby)
Know I'm here, don't care

F*ckin' under covers (ooh)
Crazy, knowin' I'll burst (yeah)
I'll cover you like covers (oh, you, whoa)
Versace that is, mind your biz
I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, babe (yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby (yeah)
And I tell you somethin' good
I had blood on me, but didn't give up, baby (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (ooh, oh)

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Animal

Go, poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

Damn, let me take my time
Was this really meant for me?
Pretendin' this my last drink
I know you won't believe
That ain't for me, turn it for me
Throw that ass in a circle
Make me feel like you can tell me
What the future has
Tried hold me back
Why'd you show me this?
You know I got problems when daylight
Brinks, run from my mistakes
Why'd you make me this?
You know I'm gone

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

Poppin' these models (poppin'), exotic models (yeah)
Poppin' these pills (yeah-yeah-yeah), poppin' these bottles (bottles)
Looked down at your watch (whoa), it's been a good year
Old school Monte Carlo, f*ck what they thought (skrrt), we goin' up
Keep this shit real, I sound like a dog (f*ck), we goin' up (let's go)
Long life to be my content, we goin' up
Take that Prada like it's nonsense, we goin' up
F*ck on a model until the sunset, whippin' it up
Buy the bitch every Chanel that came in, I'm keepin' it up

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

I'm livin' fast (yeah)
I made too much, you said to give it back (oh)
But I gave you the keys for a reason
And I'm lost without you, please don't leave me
This shit means so much to me that I won't give up (yeah)
My bag, I'm always in it, tryna run it up
I got enough for us, so we can roll it up
I wanna keep you 'round, don't wanna f*ck it up
Don't wanna f*ck it up

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
I feel like an animal
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

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City Girls

Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Finally got a reason I could stay home
Pretty little thing for me to wait on
F*ckin' you all day until the day gone
California King, now we can lay home (lay home, yeah)
Girl, you know I like it when you lick it and you shake it
In my face and I can't take it (take, take-take, oh no)
FaceTime makes me anxious
And she look so good, I can taste it

Ride me, don't stop it
You should be in tropics tannin' your body, yeah
'Til it get dark, milk chocolate
You should be famous, movies like Sanaa Lathan
You know I've been the best man, yeah

Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin'
Yeah, them girls on tour, goin' city after city
Real ass bitch, give a f*ck 'bout a nigga
If she did, then she won't be goin' city after city
Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it
Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it
City girls love to have fun in the city
City girls love to have fun in the city (yeah)

City girl like to let you f*ck on her titty (on her, ayy)
City girl like to let you blam on her titty
City girls like to stare and act so saddity
I know city girls like a nigga dark skin and pretty
All I wanna do is have fun in the city (all I want to do)
All I want for you to do is leave your friends and get missin' (oh)
All I wanna do is keep it real with your pimpin', baby (real, okay)
Long as you don't switch up when you blow and get your millions, ayy
Bad, bad bitch, feed her Percocets and Adderall (bad, bad)
Test, test, gotta cuff ya, yeah, let's make the call (yeah, ad, bad biych)
Keep it simple with you, everything you want is boss (yeah, yeah, want it all)
Let you shop, my bank account, you get your Black Card (yeah, yeah, on God)
I don't know where I'd be if I didn't f*ck, with you, baby (yeah, yeah)
Is you in this picture? I don't see nothin' but you, baby (yeah, yeah)
Bad, bad baby, she from Singapore
You ain't got a ring, you get one for Easter, yeah (hey)

Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin'
Yeah, them girls on tour, goin' city after city
Real ass bitch, give a f*ck 'bout a nigga
If she did, then she won't be goin' city after city
Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it
Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it
City girls love to have fun in the city
City girls love to have fun in the city

Finally, I wanted to be faithful
Usually I wouldn't even say so
I swear she can give the Devil a halo
I know she only tryna get a bankroll
I don't mind, I don't mind
You can't get anybody to stop me, yeah
You ain't got anybody, you got me, yeah-yeah

Ride me, don't stop it
You should be in tropics tannin' your body, yeah
'Til it get dark, milk chocolate
You should be famous, movies like Sanaa Lathan
You know I've been the best man, yeah (ooh)

Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin'
Yeah, them girls on tour, goin' city after city
Real ass bitch, give a f*ck 'bout a nigga
If she did, then she won't be goin' city after city
Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it (oh-oh)
Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it (oh-whoa)
City girls love to have fun in the city (yeah)
City girls love to have fun in the city (oh-oh)

City girls love to have fun in the city
City girls love to have fun in the city
(Hahahahaha)

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Stolen

('Mano)

Feelin' like I was God
How did I get from too much to not a lot?
Who would've thought that you would give me a loss?
You take and you take, don't think about the cost (hol' up)

You just snatch and grab, things I can't get back
(That's what you did, but now)
I'm just tryin' to rack, hope that you subtract
Left me with the aftermath

I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen

You took my sanity, I got no peace of mind
Overdrawn on my memory, then can't buy back my time
But you tryna cap though, talkin' 'bout you layin' low
When you switch on niggas like you change clothes
But you want it that way so what can I say, yeah

You just snatch and grab, things I can't get back
(Girl, that's what you do to me)
I'm just tryin' to rack (ooh), hope that you subtract
Left me with the aftermath

I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin' (oh, baby)
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (stole)

Just wanna get back what you've stolen (oh)
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (stole)
Oh, just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole
(Just wanna get back, just wanna get back)

Baby, I just, I just wanna get back everything
I got it, now I cop it (ayy)
We was servin' thrax, I kept the shotty and the rocket (bah bah)
Fourth-quarter, let's sack it, let you claim it, went and buck it
And I kill it without f*ckin' it (woo)
You took my sanity, then you threw it for grabs (you threw it for grabs)
Keep this shit real with me, I do the same back (keep this shit one hunna)
I started lovin' you, not the first but the second time (second time I saw you)
We ride the four-seater, or the coupe with the hatchback, yeah

I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen

Just wanna get back what you've stolen
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole

With all that petty shit, petty bitch
Stealin' chains out the baby car seat
Her shoes five G, the purse thirty
Gotta take a Uber, got the boot on the lease
She a new Mona Lis', but her face change
I stay dangerous, she see the beauty in the beast
Put her hands in your jeans, hear that bang-bang
Why your daughters in my piece with my hand on my heat? Bitches gang-gang
Now she comin' for my neck, tryin' to give me head, brain, brain
Shawty better f*ck a bitch, tryin' steal my shit, mayday
She eyin' the watch on my wrist, little itty bitch, no tick-tock
Come sign this NDA, baby, huh (no, for real, ooh)

I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen

Just wanna get back what you've stolen
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole
(Just wanna get back)

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Undrunk

E-Feezy
$hort, $hort
(A1, this beat slaps)

I'm too lit, she f*cked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (ayy)
She too lit (lit), she f*cked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (ayy, yeah)

Damn, bust that thing open (bust)
Show me how you bust that thing open
Huh, what you waitin' for?
Don't mind them lil' guys, this a Draco (grrah)
I light up his top like a halo
They'll shut down this block if I say so (you already know)
You a yes man, my niggas on payroll
That's your best friend, tell that ho stay close
If you ain't f*ckin', bet she will for the pesos

Take a shot (take a shot), toot it up (toot it up), now make it drop (now make it drop)
Bring it back (bring it back), and make it pop (make it pop), she a hickory-dickory-thot (sorry)
She do freaky things off that tequila
Got her roommate, they live on Reseda
Give them both the business, two cheerleaders
Thizz face, listenin' to Mac Dre, like I'm from the Bay

I'm too lit, she f*cked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (ayy)
She too lit (lit), she f*cked up (woo, woo)
We wish that we could get undrunk (ayy, yeah)

She L-I-T (L-I-T), she lit (she lit)
She f*ck with me (f*ck with me), I'm it (I'm it)
She a cutie, her booty shaped like a heart, she hella smart
And she got ass like her auntie, yeah, that part
I ain't a sucka, I ain't a weirdo, I ain't a goof and I ain't a clown
I throw a bitch in the air and break her 'fore she hit the ground
When I was in elementary, I was quiet, my pockets was on a diet
I woke up and I decided (bitch)
Ride it slow, bring it back, be a beast with it (be a)
Shake it fast, hit the gas, f*ck a speed limit (f*ck a speed limit)
Watch your back (watch your back), touch your knees (touch your knees)
Put it on me, make you feel it through your jeans

I'm too lit (the yay), she f*cked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (ah, ah, ah, ah)
She too lit (brr), she f*cked up (woo, woo)
We wish that we could get undrunk (ah, ah, ah, ah)

(Why they gotta say it like $hort?)
I go hard, f*ck sleep (f*ck sleep)
If the bitch with me, she's a freak (freak)
$hort dawg, you know me
I got her playin' with her pussy in the VIP
She said, "I like your songs, I wanna give you this thing all night long"
She took 'em off and threw her thong
And said, "Daddy, can you take me home?"
I said, "Bitch"

Take a shot (take a shot), toot it up (toot it up), now make it drop (now make it drop)
Bring it back (bring it back), and make it pop (make it pop), she a hickory-dickory-thot (sorry)
She do freaky things off that tequila
Got her roommate, they live on Reseda
Give them both the business, two cheerleaders
If one get drunk, then she follow the leader

I'm too lit, she f*cked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (ah, ah, ah, ah)
She too lit (brr), she f*cked up
We wish that we could get undrunk (ah, ah, ah, ah)

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No Such Thing

Fat fly nigga, real drink sipper
Hundred thou' in Vegas with a hundred bad bitches
Stars in the Wraith, you can see the Big Dipper
Ice in my face, you can see the big picture
I'm HoodyBaby, that's my shit
Think I'm thinkin' 'bout a bitch, but I'm thinkin' bout the brick
And if you comin' by yourself, I'ma dip
'Cause only two bitches satisfy my dick

No such thing as too many drinks
Follow me, and I'ma turn you out
Put that pussy in my face now
Yeah, we 'bout to go twelve rounds now
Now let me touch it
Let me rub it
Lately been spendin' money like, "F*ck it"
I never trust her, but go on, bust it
Bend it over, shake somethin', don't cuff it

I want you, you, and her, that's the liquor talkin'
Come off them shoes and that purse, that's my niggas talkin'
I'm super smooth off them Perc's, got me moonwalkin'
Got my hand up her skirt, she screamin' out, "Ooh, papi"
I ain't with the actin', save the cappin' for a sucker
Hop up on my dick, lick the tip, need a nasty muhf*cka
A bad bitch that get her back from her mama
I'ma need a stack, she gon' throw it back, show me somethin'

No such thing as too many drinks
Follow me, and I'ma turn you out
Put that pussy in my face now
Yeah, we 'bout to go twelve rounds now
Now let me touch it
Let me rub it
Lately been spendin' money like, "F*ck it"
I never trust her, but go on, bust it
Bend it over, shake somethin', don't cuff it

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Help Me Breathe

You look, so good
I cant, believe it
I'm out (my), my mind (mind)
I shouldn't be but (oh)
Women like you steal my control
Seen it across
My spot is next door
Come on (girl)
Girl don't (girl don't) be scared (be scared)
Now Baby

[Chorus]
Help me help me help me
I want you to help me help me help me
I cant stop myself
You have been lovely
I wanna have you screamin'
Love me roughly

I need a little bit of help
Keep raisin the body count
When ever i take em out
I end up takin em down
Can you help me help me help me
Shoot me or somthin
Help me help me help me
Do me or somthin
I need help

We're here, (so) alone (good)
I got, a problem
I'm out (my) my mind (mind)
Over your body
(Shouldn't be but oh)
Women like you steal my control
Seen it across
My spot is next door
Come on girl (girl)
Girl don't (girl don't) be scared (be scared) now baby

Help me help me help me
I want you to help me
Help me help me
I cant stop myself
You have been lovely
Wanna have you screamin' love me roughly
I need a little bit of help
Keep raisin the body count
When ever I take em out I end up takin' em down

Can you help me help me help me
Shoot me or somethin'
Help me help me help me
Do me or somethin'
I need help

Wont you help me cause I cant leave it alone
I cant stop it
cause every time I get it alone
I gotta pop it
Its like that I be feelin' too grown
I'm fein'in I be club hoppin'
Tryna' get somethin' poppin'
And I
When I get her alone
Already knowin' i'm on it
I ain't tryna' be good
So I'ma let you know
Its like woah
I need help tryna get this some control

[Chorus]

I need a little bit of help
Keep raisin the body count
When ever i take em out
I end up takin' em down
Can you help me help me help me
Shoot me or sumthin'
Help me help me help me
Do me or sumthin'
I need help

[Chorus]

I need a little bit of help
Keep raisin the body count
When ever I take em out
I end up takin' em down
Can you help me help me help me
Shoot me or somethin'
Help me help me help me
Do me or somtehin'
I need help