Chris Brown - Indigo Lyrics
Indigo
(Hol' up, baby, what you want to do tonight?)
(What you got for me to try?)
(Baby, what you want to do tonight?)
(What you got for me to try? OG Parker)
Should I hit the town? (Uh)
Pull up at the strip (skrrt, skrrt, uh)
F*ck up a check, yeah
Show 'em how I live, yeah
Link on my neck (link on my neck)
I got 'em on deck (I got 'em on deck)
But they don't know you already at the crib
'Cause you nasty, babe
You do everything I like
But you classy, babe
And your spirit, just my type
Oh, you nasty, babe
You do everything I like
Yeah, you nasty, babe
You nasty, baby
Frequency, you freaky when we in the bed
Yoga, fit pilate body, shawty, yeah
I can spot your curves with no infrared
Level to me, baby, open my third eye
That's my baby, she woke
She my little cheat code
When I'm with her, we grow
I found my light
In the way that she glow
Now wherever I go
I look around and the colors so bright
Green, rolled up in leaves
Yellow mood ring
Purple light, like a beam
I dream in indigo
Baby, what you wanna do tonight? (Ay, yeah, uh)
What you got for me to try? (Baby, ah)
We ain't letting shit f*ck up our vibe, no
Pussy fire, it's a vibe, times ten
'Cause you nasty, babe
You do everything I like
But you classy, babe
And your spirit, just my type
Oh, you nasty, babe
You do everything I like
Yeah, you nasty, babe
You nasty, baby
Frequency, you freaky when we in the bed
Yoga, fit pilate body, shawty, yeah
I can spot your curves with no infrared
Level to me, baby, open my third eye
That's my baby, she woke
She my little cheat code
When I'm with her, we grow
I found my light
In the way that she glow
Now wherever I go
I look around and the colors so bright
Green, rolled up in leaves
Yellow mood ring
Purple light, like a beam
I dream in (ow!)
I still believe that we don't die (no, we don't)
So many questions, don't know why
I think I knew you in my other life
When I'm with you, I feel alive
(Baby girl, you open)
Open my third eye (ay)
That's my baby, she woke (ooh)
And she my little cheat code (whoa)
When I'm with her, we grow (we grow)
I found my light
In the way that she glow (ooh, yeah)
Now wherever I go (ooh)
I look around and the colors so bright
Green, rolled up in leaves (oh-whoa)
Yellow mood ring (ooh, no no)
Purple light, like a beam (see what that purple like)
I dream in indigo
(Baby, what you want to do tonight?)
(What you got for me to try?)
(Baby, what you want to do tonight?)
(What you got for me to try?)
Writer: Terrance Williams, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Eric Bellinger, Jr, Christopher Maurice Brown, Kenneth C. Coby, Scott Spencer Storch, Joshua Isaih Parker
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Back To Love
I
I know I might let you down
Every twice in a while
And I apologize
I get emotional sometimes, ha
But I'll keep running with my best foot forward
'Cause the race to love is never over
I wanna be better for ya
You made me genuinely better
You opened my heart, oh
You got me back to love
Back to love
Let's get back to love
I know I lost it, now I wanna get it back
You know I wanna get it back
There's a light on the path
And now I found it, here with you is where it's at
Now I'm never looking back
No, I'm never going back
I
Might get lost in the clouds
Every once in a while but I found a way out, huh
I get stronger with time, ooh
You opened my heart, oh (oh)
You got me back to love (oh, woah) (that's where I'm meant to be, that's where I'm meant to be)
Ooh, back to love (right where we're meant to be, right where we're meant to be)
Can we get back to love? (Can we get back? Can we get back?)
To how we used to be
I know I lost it now I wanna get it back
You know I wanna get it back
There's a light on the path
And now I found it, here with you is where it's at
Now I'm never looking back
No, I'm never going back
Had a good girl but I ain't treat her right
I was up in her head with bullshit every night
Took a little time, but now I got it right
You opened my eyes up to see the light
But I'll keep running with my best foot forward
'Cause the race to love is never over (over)
I wanna be better for ya (for ya)
You made me genuinely better
You opened my heart, oh (oh)
You got me back to love (oh, woah) (that's where I'm meant to be, that's where I'm meant to be)
Back to love (right where we're meant to be, right where we're meant to be)
Let's get back to love? (Can we get back? Can we get back?)
Can we get back to love? (Aah)
Back to love
Can we get back to love?
Back to love
I know I lost it, now I wanna get it back
You know I wanna get it back
There's a light on the path
And now I found it, here with you is where it's at
Now I'm never looking back
No, I'm never going back
Writer: Atia Boggs, Cameron Wallace, Christopher Maurice Brown, Keith Thomas, Mark A. Pitts, Nathan Perez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Come Together
Stay the night, fall in love, it's on the table
If you know, what I mean, don't be afraid, no
Lay your cards, front of me, if you're able
And you might (might), might get what you want tonight (oh)
I can't say that I, never dreamed of touchin' on you
Ain't that what wild dreams are made of? (ooh, oh yeah)
So many feelings involved
We can't pretend, don't play it off
I wanna feel everything and I want you, whoa
And I want you, babe
Ooh, and I can't lie (yeah)
And I want you, babe
If we could, then we should just
Come together, babe
You and I, it's alright, it's perfect timing (oh, for it)
You've been waitin', and I'm anxious for you to dive in (me too, uh)
I'm doin' for you, what I wouldn't do for anybody
So you might (I might), might get what you want tonight
I won't say that I, never dreamed of touchin' on you (on you)
Ain't that what wild dreams are made of? Yeah
So many feelings involved
We can't pretend, don't take it off
I wanna feel everything, I want you, oh
And I want you, babe (want you, baby)
Ooh, and I can't lie (yeah)
And I want you, babe (woo)
If we could, then we should just
Come together, babe
We should (come)
Come together, baby (oh, please come)
Oh, so don't, don't make wait, wait
We on the same page, you know ain't nothin' in the way, babe
The way that I want you, you
And I want you, babe (want you, but don't tell, no)
Ooh, and I can't lie (ooh, no)
And I want you, babe (baby)
If we could (could), then we should (should) just
Come together, babe
Ooh
Come together, babe
Come, come, yeah
Writer: Racquelle Anteola, Gabrielle Neshuneh Nowee, Carol McCormick, Christian Ward, Carl McCormick, Gabriella Wilson, Christopher Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Temporary Lover
I wanna thank you, Heavenly Father
For shining your light on me
Here we go (here we go)
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
Party in the hills, sent the Uber away (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
Call your home girls, they can meet at my place
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
Shawty stay fresh, fat ass, small waist (like damn)
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
You ain't gotta go home but you know you can't stay here (hey)
Okay, okay (okay)
Okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, oh)
Okay, okay (wow)
You ain't gotta go home but you know you can't stay here (whoa)
I wanna thank you, for pullin' up tonight-night (pull up)
I wanna thank you, for givin' it up tonight
I wanna thank you, for doin' it my way, my way, oh baby
I wanna thank you, for livin' in the moment (c'mon!)
Tomorrow ain't got shit to do with right now (right now)
Girl, we gon' stay up 'til I take you down (down, down)
Girl, we gon' go hard 'til they turn the lights off (oh-oh-oh-ohh)
You say it's over, my temporary lover
Ohh-oh (what?)
Yeah, okay, okay (okay, ay)
Party in the hills, sent the Uber away (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
Call your home girls, they can meet at my place
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
Shawty stay fresh, fat ass, small waist (like damn)
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
You ain't gotta go home but you know you can't stay here (hey)
Okay, okay (okay)
Okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, oh)
Okay, okay
You ain't gotta go home but you know you can't stay here (okay)
I wanna thank you (ooh), for goin' all out tonight (yeah)
I wanna thank you, for usin' your mouth tonight (oh yeah)
I wanna thank you (oh-whoa), for doin' it my way, my way (my way, you know)
I wanna thank you, for livin' in the moment (c'mon!)
Tomorrow ain't got shit to do with right now (right now)
(Ain't got shit to do but right now)
Girl, we gon' stay up 'til I take you down (down, down, woo)
Girl, we gon' go hard 'til they turn the lights off (ohh oh)
You say it's over (never), my temporary lover, oh-oh (oh)
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
Party in the hills, sent the Uber away (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
Call your home girls, they can meet at my place
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
Shawty stay fresh, fat ass, small waist (like damn)
Yeah, okay, okay (okay)
You ain't gotta go home but you know you can't stay here
I wanna thank you (ooh)
Okay, okay (okay)
Okay, okay, okay (okay, okay)
I wanna thank you
Okay, okay (okay)
You ain't gotta go home but you know you can't stay here (okay, okay)
I wanna thank you
Okay, okay (ooh, okay)
Okay, okay, okay (okay, okay)
I wanna thank you
Okay, okay (okay)
You ain't gotta go home but you know you can't stay here (okay)
Turn up 'til the sun come up (okay)
Turn up 'til the sun come up (come on, okay)
Turn up 'til the sun come up (okay)
Turn up 'til the sun come up (okay)
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Dwayne Allen Abernathy, Eric A. Bellinger, Jonathan H. Smith, Kevin Duane Mccord, Patrizio Pigliapoco
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Emerald / Burgundy
This one diamond in a rough
Big plans, I can't f*ck it up
Mind track, rip and run it up (yeah)
Past, ain't no runnin' from (too)
I'm too proud to admit it right now (yeah)
Just hope when I see (shit)
Money and trees, that's a whole lot of green, no (woo)
I know that I spend so much time
All on these drugs and chicks
Tryna make 'em my wife (ooh)
Gonna put my birthstone on your ring finger tonight
No matter who I'm with when it's you on my mind (ooh)
(I been) I been green
I been (I been) green
Was he lovin' you, touchin' you
Treatin' you right, the way I should? (Ooh)
(I been) the way I should (I been)
I been (I been) green
(I been, I been, oh)
Green (I been, I been)
Right (right, oh)
Although I tried, I just can't put it aside (no way, no way, for real)
How many times can I say, apologize? (Oh)
Then I'm ridiculed and ignored (mmh, huh)
But no more, no more (no more)
Whoa
I know that I spend so much time (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All on these drugs and chicks
Tryna make 'em my wife (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Gonna put my birthstone on your ring finger tonight (yeah)
No matter who I'm with when it's you on my mind (yeah, ooh)
(I been) I been green
I been (I been) green
Was he lovin' you, touchin' you
Treatin' you right, the way I should? (The way I should)
I been (I been) green
(I been, I been, oh)
Green (I been, I been)
I just wanna realign your chakras (chakras)
Baby, I'ma make you feel it in your body (body)
You know I'ma mess around and f*ck your walk up (walk up)
Shit, you gon' f*ck around and need a doctor (doctor)
Don't tell nobody what we up to (oh)
Keep this between you and me
I just wanna realign your chakras (oh, we all green)
(I been) I been green
I been (I been) green (ooh, we all green)
Was he lovin' you, touchin' you
Treatin' you right, the way I should? (Ooh)
(I been) The way I should (I been)
I been (I been) green
(I been, I been, I been oh) green
I been yeah, green
About to throw these last few hunnids (throw it)
This your last chance (chance)
You lookin' like a laptop, I need a lap dance (dance)
That ass would make a cab drop and leave the cab stand (stand)
Shit, I'm about to whip it on you like the dash dance (dance)
I'm lookin' at that pussy print, I call it cat scan (scan)
These other bitches lookin' garbage like the trash can (can)
Wildin' for it, I f*ck up a hundred thousand for it
I throw some money in the air, then hit the dollar mode
Bottles on the table, you could drink a fountain (drink a fountain)
You a smoker, not a drinker, let's blow up a pound then (blow a pound)
Got some out of town friends, bring them bitches down then
Say you was gon' tear it down for me, tear it down then (tear it down)
I been stackin' all my money, shit look like a mountain (ay)
If you standin' in my circle, you ain't get surrounded
I don't f*ck with stupid hoes, I let 'em do they clown dance (bitch)
If you make it clap for me, bitch, I'm pullin' out bands (Shut the f*ck up)
F*ckin' to some Chris Brown, king of R&B (B)
She want me to climb up in it like a tree (tree)
Is that ass real or fake? I'ma find out (out)
She say she like it rough, I'ma pull her tracks out (yank it)
I might blow it all, baby, tell me what's the total? (I got you)
Ain't nothin' out my range, I get brain in the Rover (gangsta)
You knew she was a diamond, shoulda kept her in the vault
Uncut, no soda, she want me to hit it raw
Got the Bentley dealership, if she want it, she can have it
Gon' drive it, baby, #RichNiggaChallenge (challenge)
Bust it wide open, baby, gon' bend it over (over)
F*ck me like you hate me, girl, that pussy bipolar
Rock the boat, rock the boat
Rock the boat, rock-rock the boat
Rock the boat, the boat, the boat, the boat
(I been) I been green
I been (I been) green
Was he lovin' you, touchin' you
Treatin' you right, the way I should? (ooh, ooh)
(I been) The way I should (I been)
I been (I been) green
(I been, I been)
Oh, green (I been) I been
Oh (huh, oh), running to me, babe
Why you playin' games now? Ohh (huh, games)
Give me that feelin', cruisin' in your lane now, ohh (skrrt)
All this rain drippin' down (down)
And don't you forget it
And don't you forget it now, ohh (ooh)
Give me that feelin', cruisin' in your lane now, ohh (yeah)
You be the one I take my time on (time)
Ooh, might be the one I buy a diamond (diamond)
Ooh, I'm in the stu', just booked your travel
Ooh, now you know what them bitches mad for (bitch)
Ooh, I took a chance, took a chance on you
Girl, I got plans, I got plans for you
That pussy numb me, girl, you know me so well (well)
It's gon' be more than a preview, ohh (oh no)
I still hear what you said in my head
four days later (yeah, ooh)
Don't you give me any less (less), ooh, whoa
Oh (huh, oh), running to me, babe
Why you playin' games now? Ohh (huh, games)
Give me that feelin', cruisin' in your lane now, ohh (skrrt)
All this rain drippin' down (down)
And don't you forget it
And don't you forget it now, ohh (ooh)
Give me that feelin', cruisin' in your lane now, ohh (yeah)
Writer: Christian Ward, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Christopher Maurice Brown, Eric A. Bellinger, Felicia Ferraro, Jordan Houston, Joshua Isaih Parker, Kenneth Charles Coby, Khristopher Van Riddick Tynes, Nija Aisha Alayja Charles, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, Orville Erwin Hall, Phillip Glen Price, Scott Spencer Storch, Terence Jamiel Williams, Terius Gray, Yusef El
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, CTM Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Red
That's one small step for man
One giant leap for mankind
Columbia, Columbia, this is Houston AOS, over
(This is Columbia)
Can I? Wait, can I? Should I?
Rewind, just remind me that I'm down
Knocked down
And it's your year
I should have realized, realized, from the beginning
You right, you right with that, baby (huh)
Yes, I know you better
Girl, nobody else matters
If you stay away from me too long, I
I might swim for it
If you keep your love from me, girl, I might
I might just keep going
'Round and 'round in circles
Could you stop f*ckin' with my head?
'Cause I see the color purple
Don't break my heart
Don't wanna see
Red, red (don't wanna see)
Red (oh, no, no, no)
Don't wanna see, see, red
Eyes turnin' blurry
I don't want this, bringin' out a part of me
(Don't wanna see-see)
Don't wanna go back and forth, back and forth
And you know it's a waste of time, baby
To get through to you, oh oh
You keep arguin' always 'bout the same thing
But you don't mean it, no, no
And I can't believe that you be so cold
You can't even keep a low pro'
If you stay away from me too long, I (stay away from me)
I might swim for it
If you keep your love from me, girl, I might
I might just keep going (ooh)
'Round and 'round in circles
Could you stop f*ckin' with my head? (Head)
'Cause I see the color purple (ooh)
Don't break my heart (ooh)
Don't wanna see
Red, red (baby, I don't wanna see)
Red (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Don't wanna see, see, red (ooh, ooh)
Eyes turnin' blurry
I don't want this, bringin' out a part of me
(Don't wanna see-see)
Don't wanna see
Red, red
(Don't wanna see, see)
Red (ooh, ooh)
Don't wanna see, see, red (oh oh)
Eyes turnin' blurry
Don't want this, bringin' out a part of me (yeah)
(Don't wanna see, see)
(Bringin' out a part of me)
Writer: Anthony D'Annuzio, Christopher Maurice Brown, Luis Manuel Martinez Jr., Nima Jahanbin, Oliver Elliot Goldstein, Paimon Jahanbin, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Xeryus Lamar Gittens
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
All I Want
Next time, when you look at me (oh)
Throw it back when you look at me (oh yeah)
Next time, when you look at me (whoa)
Is it on? Is it on 'til it's gone?
If they put me in the cuffs, if I'm locked behind the wall
If I never ever balled, if I ever lose it all
If my pockets gettin' small, would you treat me like they tall?
I gotta know, you make a wish, I check it off the list
Don't gotta ask for kiss, went and tell to your lips
Said that I ain't spendin' time, I put it on your wrist
So go and tell your ex a real nigga took his bitch
Word, for most men, these hoes a dream come true
But a dream girl is the girl that dreams of you
I got everything I need, all I want is you
That's why a nigga still cuffin' when the season's through, yeah
All I want is you
All that I want is you
All I want is you
All that I want is you
All I want is you
All that I want is you
All I want is you
All that I want is you (yeah)
Man, that pussy powerful, I fly you from Toronto
Come and live in L.A., we could see LeBron play (swish)
And we sit, floor seat
Tom Ford on your feet
Diamonds like a wedding ring and your lashes on fleek (yeah)
I'm a top dog, so I gotta get the top suite (yeah, yeah)
Sweet, sweet, sugar cane, she gon' let me have a piece
Try to keep it lowkey, but they always want the tea (yeah)
Babe, don't wake me up, she said it feel like a wet dream
Got you all iced out (ice, ice)
Yeah, and your skin beautiful, what you need, a tenfold?
Turn the lights down (lights out)
Yeah, I know you think I'm playin', no, that was just the same (yeah)
All I want is you (ah)
All that I want is you (yeah)
All I want is you
All that I want is you
All I want is you
All that I want is you
All I want is you
All that I want is you
I pull your panties to the side, ease your mind
My pride aside, I'm tryna find the jewels hidden inside
Explore your mind, ain't one of these niggas just tryna hit it and slide
Started as a fling (yeah), politicin' with a ting (yeah)
Water locked up like a bing, but her finger got a ring
Chose a puppet on a string, but I woulda gave you wings
Backyard with the swing, cash money with the bling
Baby daddy from the birth
See a bird, heard he lookin' for me, too
'Cause of you, I won't give him what he deserves
Plus you gave him your heart, don't break your word
And if life is tryna teach me a lesson, just know I've learned (I've learned), yeah
All I want is you (you)
All that I want is you
All I want is you
All that I want is you (all I want is you)
All I want is you ('cause all I want is you)
All that I want is you (you, want is you)
All I want is you (ooh)
All that I want is you (I want it)
Next time, when you look at me (oh)
Throw it back when you look at me (oh yeah)
Next time, when you look at me (whoa)
I'ma show you how it's goin' down
Since me and you met, it was goin' down
When you hop up in that bed, it was goin' down
This how me and you flex, now it's goin' down
You know how it's goin' down
Writer: Terrence De Carlo Coles, Raynford Humphrey, Paimon Jahanbin, Nima Jahanbin, Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson, Wallis Lane, Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields, Christopher Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wobble Up
Haha, haha, haha, ha
Monkey on the dick
Monkey on the dick (ooh, ooh)
Monkey on the dick
Monkey on the dick
Baby, show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
You see a nigga got money, you ain't twerkin' for nothin'
If my dick out, then you better start suckin' or somethin'
Pay your own rent, got your own check, you don't need me
Pussy is the best, that's why a nigga hella greedy (greedy)
Huh, and you ain't out here lookin' for love
'Cause you done had your heart broke, and you had enough
Huh, your ex nigga, he was dumb as f*ck
Soon as I gave her the dick, she fallin' in love
Monkey on the dick
Monkey on the dick (ooh, ooh)
Monkey on the dick
Monkey on the dick
Baby, show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Wobble on the dick (uh), wobble up, wobble wobble up (ayo)
Wobble on the D, gobble up, gobble gobble up
Players huddle up, cookie cold, better bundle up
All 'em other dudes had their chance, now they out of luck
When I bust a nut, I don't never wanna cuddle up
I went to the club, and guess who I seen?
A motherf*cker that been stuntin' on me
I tote one of the MACs, "Yo, back the thing out"
Ain't showin' off my jewels, but shots gon' ring out
Now that's what I get for f*ckin' with that dub (monkey on the dick, monkey on the dick, ooh, ooh)
For all my real niggas, I'm showin' 'em mad love (monkey on the dick, monkey)
Baby, show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love (show me)
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love (ay, uh)
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up (yee)
Wobble on the dick (It's Gerry), wobble up, wobble wobble up (ay)
Okay, now show me what you gon' do on the big stage (ay)
'Cause I'm headin' to Miami for a big rage (vroom)
I'm on 10 and 11, it's been six days (ay)
Yeah, but she gon' ride the pipe in twenty six ways (got monkey on the dick)
Ay, the way you bounce on it, I might have to f*ck around and spend a house on it
Down Rodeo, now I'm spendin' large amounts on it
Swipe the Platinum, I might empty my accounts on it (sheesh)
She said her man's a jerk, so I pulled up while her man's at work (monkey on the dick, I got)
Yeah, she had the night shift, I made her cancel work
Then I asked her twerk, on the D, I pulled out, splashed her shirt (ooh, ooh)
Baby, show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Bad bitches in the lobby but they wait for me (huh)
I don't pay for pussy (huh), they should be payin' me
Give me a lap dance, she said, "This one for free"
She feelin' on my D, askin' can she have it please
And she know I like it (yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout my pull out game
'Cause I can't hide it, I'm overexcited
What you wanna do to me?
Monkey on the dick
Monkey on the dick (ooh, ooh)
Monkey on the dick
Monkey on the dick
Baby, show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Show me that shit, show me love, show me, show me love
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Wobble on the dick, wobble up, wobble wobble up
Writer: Billie Rae Calvin, Byron O. Thomas, Christopher Maurice Brown, Gerald Earl Gillum, Jonathan Reuven Rotem, Onika Tanya Maraj, Renetta Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Need A Stack
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I walked up in that bitch
With five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (woo, woo)
I don't usually do this
I ain't really with the stuntin', homie (yeah)
But I gotta do it 'cause tonight, she 'bout to bust it on me
She gon' get to touchin' on me (woo, woo)
I put all my money on it
'Cause you know you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
You've been killin' it since last year
Since last summer, had these bitches gettin' mad, yeah (Hey)
Ain't that somethin'?
I don't usually hit the shade club or drink much
But today I got my pay stubs, I'm laced up
Let me show you what the face does, a drink does
Saw you movin' from the waist up, I don't take drugs
Baby, what you call it? (Woo)
What you hidin' skeletons, all up in your closet? (Woo)
You exotic, open up, let me come inside it (woo)
I'm invited, tell them bitches I'm a sexaholic (woo)
I'm excited, perfect timin'
You look good, won't you throw it back on me?
You gon' make even a broke nigga put his last on it
You gon' make him spend the dough, he don't even have money
When you take off all your clothes, they gon' put they tax on it
But it's not enough
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars"
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your f*ckin' wallet
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your f*ckin' pocket"
I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a, I-I-I'ma need a rack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I-I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a, I-I-I'ma need a rack
After you back it up, then stop
Wobbly, wobbly wop, drop, drop and make it hop
I'm in Versace on my knee, Balenciaga to the socks
And I'm on the molly, I'm throwin' thousands like rocks
Ooh, say less, my lil' babe blessed
She just bought a new booty, she on bed rest
She be twerkin' to Tunechi, for them paychecks
She tat' my name on her booty, now her face next
I'm throwin' up the racks like some quarterbacks
Ooh, what a catch, that don't come with tax
Now you up in Saks with a bunch of bags
Shake that f*ckin' ass for a budget plan
I throw a bunch of cash
I get so bored, I start throwin' money underhand
I need another hand
I got blunt in hand, louder than a southern band
You gon' need a stack, bitch, do the money dance, Tunechi
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar (mula)
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars" (yeah)
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars (yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your f*ckin' wallet (yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your f*ckin' pocket"
I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a, I-I-I'ma need a rack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I-I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a, I-I-I'ma need a rack
I'll leave a paper trail, then I'ma need a tip drill
Shakin' it, turn the lights down
Bust it for the light bill
Diggin' it, then I'm lickin' all on that pussy, put it right there
Only wanna f*ck the black bitches with the nice hair
Baby, bend it over, ass up, take the mask off
Don't ask me if I'm throwin' cash up, I'm spendin' that part
Black Card, play your part, now go retarded
That booty stupid, think you smart, I f*ck regardless
Sprinkler f*ckin' up your guard, that coochie water
I tear it up, she call me daddy, I'm not her father
Ask her where she from? She said, "New Orleans," it's a mic check
Don't try to kiss after you swallow, I don't like that (huh)
But you look good when you throw it back on me
You gon' make even a broke nigga spend a bag on it
You gon' make me come alone like I don't even have homies
When you pull them titties out, put 'em in my mouth
Then I hit the dash on 'em
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars"
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your f*ckin' wallet
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your f*ckin' pocket"
I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a, I-I-I'ma need a rack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I-I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a, I-I-I'ma need a rack
Oh, I'ma throw a bag in the air
By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here
Everything, all the drinks on me tonight
Put that thing on me, I'm tryna see what that pussy like
I'm just tryna pay a couple bills
When she hit the stage, I'ma leave more than a tip (ohh)
Let me grab it, let me smack it, don't care if it's real
Pullin' on my pants, I'ma let you feel it
Biggity bounce, biggity bounce, gon' toot it up
She breakin' it down, breakin' it down, I can't get enough
Spread 'em for me, showin' them cheeks
I'm actin' like a fiend, been here for a week
She give me the red light special
You can lie to me, baby, tell me that I'm special
Just keep steppin' on the money like they rose petals
I'm not a trick, just a rich nigga, know better
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar (know better)
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars (know better)
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars (rich nigga know)
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars" (rich nigga know better)
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars (know better)
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (know better)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your f*ckin' wallet (rich nigga know)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your f*ckin' pocket" (rich nigga know better)
I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a, I-I-I'ma need a rack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I-I'ma need a stack (wobbly, wobbly wop)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a, I-I-I'ma need a rack
Writer: Adam King Feeney, Allen Ritter, Byron O. Thomas, Christopher Maurice Brown, Dwayne Carter, Joyner Lucas, Kaan Gunesberk, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, Terius Gray
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Heat
(Buddah Bless this beat)
You likin' what you see
Everything designer, that's on me, uh
That's water when I walk
Lookin' like you, just tryna f*ck, yeah
This drip got you in heat
Just jump in, baby girl, hop on this dick, yeah
You know that I'm on beat (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this drip got your ass in heat, yeah
Those eyes don't tell no lie, no
Girl, I know that you ready
Girl, I'm not gonna let you down (down, down)
I ain't gon' keep you waitin' up
If you throw it, it's gon' get knocked out (knocked out)
You playin' hide and seek, I'ma find you (I'ma find you)
Baby, hold on tight when you ride me (ride it)
You know I like to eat, give me options
If you throw it, it's gon' get knocked out (knocked out)
I wanna get equal
All that ass for my ego
Baby, we gon' keep it simple (yeah)
I need all that love on me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You likin' what you see (yeah)
Everything designer, that's on me (oh yeah, uh)
That's water when I walk (walk)
Lookin' like you, just tryna f*ck (just tryna f*ck), yeah
This drip got you in heat (oh, heat)
Just jump in, baby girl, hop on this dick (oh yeah), yeah
You know that I'm on beat (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this drip got your ass in heat, yeah (yeah, ooh)
This drip got you in heat (this drip got you in heat)
Super wet, her juice is runnin' down her knee, uh-uh
No stylist, in the Celine (no stylist)
Got you flodgin' with a icy Patek Philippe (oh-oh)
Pretty pies inside the mansion by the beach (beach)
Fendi prints all on yo' bathing suit
Your style is so unique (your style is so unique)
Should be bags inside your room
Designer garments for the week (week)
And that's all on me, I swear, that's all on me (it's all on me)
You actin' like you really want it, you gon' get it
Once I f*ck you good, I got you (got you)
In your feelings (feelings)
Birki' bags and Goyard pouches (pouches)
Got you drippin' (drippin')
Calculus and more accountants (more accountants)
Countin' digits (digits), cherishin' these riches
You likin' what you see (yeah-yeah, oh)
Everything designer, that's on me (oh yeah, uh)
That's water when I walk (walk)
Lookin' like you, just tryna f*ck (just tryna f*ck), yeah
This drip got you in heat (oh, heat)
Just jump in, baby girl, hop on this dick (oh yeah), yeah
You know that I'm on beat (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this drip got your ass in heat (got yours ass in it), yeah
Give me directions, I do whatever you want (whatever you want)
Got a fifth of that Hen' just to add to the fun (to add to the fun)
You light it up while I'm breakin' you down
You gon' knock out by the end of this round, oh
You got me speechless, girl, that pussy no punk (that pussy no punk)
Girl, you're the only one that knows what I want (knows what I want)
I'm feelin' this shit, I know you're feelin' it too (feelin' it too)
I can go deeper, but that's all up to you, yeah (yeah)
I wanna get (equal)
All that ass for my ego
Baby, we gon' keep it simple
I need all that love on me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You likin' what you see (yeah-yeah)
Everything designer, that's on me (oh yeah, uh)
That's water when I walk (walk)
Lookin' like you, just tryna f*ck (just tryna f*ck), yeah
This drip got you in heat (oh, heat)
Just jump in, baby girl, hop on this dick (oh yeah), yeah
You know that I'm on beat (oh, huh)
All this drip got your ass in heat, yeah
Writer: Aaron Lamont Small, Christopher Maurice Brown, Keith Thomas, Mark Kevin Pitts, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens, Leshawn Slyvester Rogers, Tyron Buddah Sr Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Guidance
Before I die, I'm tryna f*ck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
Ayy
Trips that you planned for the next whole week
Bands too long for a nigga so cheap
And your flex OD, and your sex OD
You got it, girl, you got it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got (yeah)
Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin'
You just took it off the lot, no mileage
Way they hittin' you, the DM lookin' violent
Talkin' wild, you come around and now they silent
Flew the coop at seventeen, no guidance
You be stayin' low but you know what the vibes is
Ain't never got you nowhere bein' modest
Poppin' shit but only 'cause you know you're poppin', yeah
You got it, girl, you got it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it
Lil' baby in her bag, in her Birkin (ayy)
No nine to five, put the work in
Flaws and all, I love 'em all, to me, you're perfect
Baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl (oh-oh)
You got it, girl, you got it, girl (ooh)
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
F*ck around, give you my last name (oh)
Know you tired of the same damn thing
That's okay 'cause, baby, you
You got it, girl, you got it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it (got it)
You the only one I'm tryna make love to, pickin' and choosin'
They ain't really love you, runnin' games, usin'
All your stupid exes, they gon' call again
Tell 'em that a real nigga steppin' in
Don't let them niggas try you, test your patience
Tell 'em that it's over, ain't no debatin' (uh)
All you need is me playin' on your playlist
You ain't gotta be frustrated
I don't wanna play no games, play no games (oh)
F*ck around, give you my last name (my last name, oh)
Know you tired of the same damn thing (same damn thing)
That's okay 'cause, baby, you
You got it, girl, you got it (oh, ooh, ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it (got it)
I don't wanna
Before I die, I'm tryna f*ck you, baby (yeah)
Hopefully, we don't have no babies (ooh)
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
You got it, girl, you got it, oh
Play no games (no)
Freaky (freaky)
I can learn a lot from you, gotta come teach me (woo, woo)
You a lil' hot girl, you a lil' sweetie (no, sweet)
Sweet like Pearland, sweet like Peachtree (like that)
I can tell you crazy, but shit kind of intrigue me (no, yeah, I like that)
(I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
Seen it on the 'Gram, I'm tryna see that shit in 3D, mami
I know I get around 'cause I like to move freely (I don't, I don't)
But you could lock it down, I could tell by how you treat me (I don't, I don't)
I seen how you did homeboy, so please take it easy (no, yeah)
Good to have me on your side, I ain't sayin' that you need me (yeah, yeah)
6ix God talk but I ain't tryna get preachy (no, no, no)
I seen how you did homeboy, please take it easier on me
'Cause I don't wanna (no) play no games, play no games
(I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
(I don't, I don't)
I don't, I don't
No
Writer: Anderson Hernandez, Aubrey Drake Graham, Christopher Brown, Joshua Louis Huizar, Michee Patrick Lebrun, Nija Charles, Teddy Walton, Tyler Bryant
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Girl Of My Dreams
Hey, whoa
Would you mind if I take my time, and admire you?
Candlelight, a little wine to set the mood
Baby, no, you won't have to do much
Ain't no pressure, we ain't gotta rush
Wanna know what's on your mind before we touch, touch
So do you mind if I take my time? (Time)
Baby, we got all night (night)
I wanna love you right (oh)
Do you mind if, if I take it slow?
We got all night to grow
And baby, please just let me know
Baby, let me know
Yeah, it's all you gotta do, baby
That's all you got to do, baby
Oh-oh
Can you hear me, babe?
I know plenty have, in the past, took advantage of
How beautiful you are, they don't know about real love
Oh my God, girl, just stand right there
That lingerie and them curls in your hair
I don't understand why he don't know what he had
Ooh girl, I've been watching you, waiting for tonight
Take it off, leave it on, ooh baby, I can't decide
So amazing
So do you mind if I take my time? (Time)
Baby, we got all night (night)
I wanna love you right (oh)
Do you mind if, if I take it slow?
We got all night to grow
And baby, please just let me know
Baby, let me know
My eyes on you (yeah)
Wanna spend my life, my life with you
Don't worry 'cause it's saved, it's saved for you (uh, for you)
So do you mind, if I take my time? (Time)
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Gabrielle N. Nowee, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Lawrence Gary Young Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Natural Disaster / Aura
["Natural Disaster"]
Baby, let me buy 10 of that soft kiss
Let me touch you, tongue kissin' on that pussy
Know you like it
Now we vibin'
If it's gettin' too hot in here, take it off then
I'm that sun in your garden (Garden)
Moon in your ocean, babe (Ocean, babe)
I'm the flame to your fire (Fire)
Quakers and tidal waves (Waves)
Natural disaster
When we love, the world breaks
When we love, the bed shakes
This world, it shakes (Huh)
Don't fall in love, it's a mistake (Oh)
But baby, don't be scared, just stay afraid
And know nothing's gon' change but my feelings about you
'Cause love stronger than it
Baby, my eyes wide open, so real now (Huh)
When we're in love, they make a big deal 'bout it (Huh)
You made a grave, I dug it out (Huh)
These words are never said
I came here to love you
Take me instead
We always causin' natural disasters
I'm not gonna make you decide
Gonna take a leap of faith
Not gonna make you pick a side
I know it, oh-oh, you love me
I'm standin' here 'cause you chose me
I'm not gonna let them take your life
We're together and they know we gon' shine too bright
Two stars, supernova, at the same time
We don't care, we don't care, we exchange life
Baby, my eyes wide open, so real now (Huh)
When we're in love, they make a big deal 'bout it (Huh)
You made a grave, I dug it out (Huh)
These words are never said
I came here to love you
Take me instead
We always causin' natural disasters
["Aura"]
I think that we should listen to
All the signs that this love provides
We know all this forgiven
Once you hear the truth from me and not the lies
I won't put my pain on you
Pain on me, this pain on you
Imagination
Vibrate with me 'cause I see what you're seein'
Know you see all of the colors
How 'bout you level me up?
In the bedroom
Come and get under the covers
So we can be one (Be one, huh)
And when you feel me all around you, say it
Rollin' all around 'til you can't take it
Ain't goin' nowhere, girl, just face it
You want the same thing, love
And now we got it
Ooh, and now we got this aura (Huh)
I gotta get this off (Huh)
You know you all mine
You're all mine
And now we got this aura (Huh)
I gotta get this off
(Huh) You know you all mine
(Huh) You know you all mine
Writer: Derrick D. Beck, Donameche Jackson, Samuel David Jimenez, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Kenneth C. Coby, Terrance Williams Jr., Joshua Isaih Parker, Christopher Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, BLACKSTONE ENTERTAINMENT
Dont Check On Me
If I'm out at the bar havin' a night on the town
Life of the party, pourin' shots of the brown
And you see me from the street but I don't turn around
Would you say, "Hi"? Would you keep going?
If I told your family that you didn't mean nothing
If you posted about it and I didn't even comment
If the songs weren't true, but you still feel something
Would you still come looking for me?
Oh, don't go reaching out
'Cause you can't have everything
Your head and your heart won't feel the same
Even if it feels like it every time
Don't check on me
If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason
Every heartbreak has its season
It ain't always summer in June
Might run across your mind but don't worry 'bout me, no
My heart is back in one piece, it ain't skipped a beat, no
Feeling rested up, I ain't missing sleep, no oh
Don't take it personal if I can't reply now
I'm distant 'cause I don't wanna be reached now
Won't let the ghosts of our past weigh my future down
I'm liberated
Energy's like a circle, it comes back around
Reciprocated
Don't shed no more tears
Won't gain no empathy from me
In the upcoming years
Oh, I don't need your pity
Don't check on me
Oh, don't check on me
If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason
Every heartbreak has its season
And it looks like winter for you
Ain't call you back 'cause I let it go
I had to focus energy and just let it flow
And when we ride low, we're already gone
It wouldn't mean anymore to me now
I know it hurts you so bad just to see me happy
That I finally moved on, and you thought it wouldn't happen
At times I used to cry, wouldn't know when I was laughing
But I act like I didn't notice
Oh, don't go reaching out
'Cause you can't have everything
You can't kill a flame with gasoline
Even if it feels like it every time (No matter how hard you try)
Don't check on me
If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason
Every heartbreak has its season
It ain't always summer in June
Don't check on me
If we're not together, then it's probably for a reason
Every heartbreak has its season
It ain't always summer in June
Writer: Patrizio Pigliapoco, Atia Boggs, Justin Bieber, Sheldon Ferguson, Christopher Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sorry Enough
Oh, sorry, I wanna love you
Don't want too many bad decisions
No
Sorry, I wanna love you
It wasn't my intentions, girl, to hurt you
No way
Said you need space from me
I never felt love but it feels like I'm falling (falling, falling, huh, yeah)
I know you got niggas on your line callin' (callin', callin')
Them niggas never gon' put their all in (all in, all in)
I can't say sorry enough, enough
I can't go back in time, for you
I know it when we lovin' (ooh, love)
Believe in me again like I believe in you
I can't say sorry enough
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
I can't say sorry enough
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
Shawty, I wanna fix it
Anything and everything
Whatever you tell me, baby, I'll be with it
Name somebody else who got you
Say their names and I'm up in it (uh)
And tell them girls that's with you
"Go ahead and mind your business"
Yeah (yeah)
Said you need space from me
I never felt love but it feels like I'm falling (falling, falling, huh, yeah)
I know you got niggas on your line callin' (callin', callin')
Them niggas never gon' put they all in (all in, all in)
I can't say sorry enough, enough (sorry, baby)
I can't go back in time, for you (ooh, for you)
I know it when we lovin' (when we lovin', ooh, love, ooh)
Believe in me again like I believe in you
So I can't say sorry enough, enough (I'm sorry, baby)
(Sorry, I wanna love you) huh, ooh
(Sorry, I wanna love you) ooh
I can't say sorry enough ooh, baby
(Sorry, I wanna love you) oh
(Sorry, I wanna love you) ooh, ooh
Ooh, baby, tell me what you want
I done done 'bout everything
Buried all those parts of me
Ooh, let me find the remedy
It's clear that you're not over me
It's clear that I'm not over you
How many times will it take for me to say, "I'm sorry" to you, baby?
I can't say sorry enough, enough
I can't go back in time, for you
I know it, when we lovin', who knows
Believe in me again like I believe in you
I can't say sorry enough
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
I can't say sorry enough
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
(Love)
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
(Sorry, I wanna love you)
Writer: Carlos Alexander Mckinney, Chad Hugo, Chris Scholar, Christian Ward, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Christopher Maurice Brown, Christopher Michael Brown, Gene Elliot Jr. Thornton, Melvin Ray Moore, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, Pharrell L. Williams, Terius Youngdell Nash, Terrence Thornton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Juice
Juice
Juice
(Juice)
Juice
There you go
Shakin' and it's doin' somethin' to me
Doin' somethin' to me (ohh oh to me)
Play my role, baby, when you walk up to me
Walk up to me (ohh oh, to me)
Give her this liquor, this hit of this blunt
Take it from me as much as you want (ay)
Get this money, I'll give it to you right now, baby
Right now, baby, go 'head
You got the juice right now (oh)
You got the juice right now (ohh oh-oh)
Pull up on you right now (oh)
I'ma pull up on you right now (ohh oh-oh)
Girl, you got the moves right now (now)
Baby, got the moves right now (ohh oh-oh)
Oh, no, no, you takin' me up, down
You wakin' me up now
Come give it to me (hol' up)
She don't usually do these things for anybody
She know how to play those games, yeah, with her body
You better, uh-uh, you better
You better, uh-uh, you better
You better, uh-uh, you better
Better give me that juice (juice)
How much, girl? I'll put it up
Movin' slow, I got 16 in my cup (oh, ay)
Ha, know you wanna sip it
Put this shit on your lips (haha)
Yup, that'll do it for me (for me)
One more is all you need (you need, ha)
I know you wanna freak somebody (ha)
So gon' do it to me (me, oh)
Why you makin' it hard for them girls to compete?
I know you know this is where I wanna be (ow!)
So put it right there, girl, become a part of me (huh, oh)
And girl, give me something I can screech, ooh yeah
You got the juice right now (oh)
You got the juice right now (ohh oh-oh)
Pull up on you right now (oh)
I'ma pull up on you right now (ohh oh-oh)
Girl, you got the moves right now (now)
Baby, got the moves right now (ohh oh-oh)
Oh, no, no, you takin' me up, down
You wakin' me up now
Come give it to me (give it to me)
Oh no no
(Give it to me)
(Hol' up)
Can you hear me, girl? Give me all that (hey)
Give me some, give me some more (hey)
Don't be stingy, girl, you know what I came for (hey)
Put the kitty down low, don't stop (ow!)
I mash it up one time, rude boy, bloodclaat (hey)
That pum pum gonna take my heart
You make it easy to forget because you're playin' with my heart
She don't usually do these things for anybody
She know how to play those games with her body
She don't even know my name
And she know that I feel the same, oh ohh
You got the juice right now (oh)
You got the juice right now (woo! Ohh oh-oh)
Pull up on you right now (pull up on you)
I'ma pull up on you right now (pull up on you, ohh oh-oh)
Girl, you got the moves right now
(You got the moves, you shakin' your body right now)
Baby, got the moves right now (ohh oh-oh)
Oh, no, no, you takin' me up, down
You wakin' me up now
Come give it to me (ohh ooh ooh)
Ha, no, she don't, don't
Play those games, ohh yeah
You better, uh-uh, you better (ooh)
You better, uh-uh, you better (ooh)
You better, uh-uh, you better (ooh, ooh)
Better give me that juice (juice)
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Mike Gonek, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Wilbart Iii Mccoy, Zale Epstein, Antonio Eugene William Stith
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
You Like That
Girl, I need you to get in the vibe, but you don't even try
You are the one that I want, yeah, you know what I like
Nobody deny it, my bed and your body is callin'
Come sit on this yeah, yeah
Come sit on this, let me
Put it in your body
Don't you give this to anybody
This is mine, all mine
You know I can give you life
Girl, you're so exotic
Come on, let's have a private party
Quit puttin' up a fight
You know I know what you like
So come on and give me that
Give me that, arch your back, let me take control
When the lights down low
When the lights down low
Stop playing with me, this is where you belong
I know you like that though
I know you like that though
Your body on me, quit actin' like you're so shy
When the lights down low
I know you like that though
You got that, got that right
You give me what I like
We put it on the line, you like it
Nobody deny it, my bed and your body is callin'
Come sit on this, yeah yeah
Come sit on this, let me
Put it in your body
Don't you give this to anybody
This is mine, all mine
You know I can give you life
Girl, you're so exotic
Come on, let's have a private party
Quit puttin' up a fight (no, no)
You know I know what you like (ooh)
So come on and give me that
Give me that, arch your back, let me take control
But when the lights down low (oh-oh)
When the lights down low
You best stop playing with me, this is where you belong
I know you like that though (ooh, ooh)
I know you like that though (yeah!)
Your body on me, quit actin' like you're so shy
When the lights down low (low, ooh)
I know you like that though (ooh, ooh)
Give me that, arch your back, let me take control
When the lights down low (oh)
When the lights down low
Stop playing with me, this is where you belong
I know you like that though
I know you like that though
Your body on me, quit actin' like you're so shy
When the lights down low
I know you like that though
Writer: Bobby Joseph Turner, Charles Stephens, Christopher Maurice Brown, Ellaina Serrina Joseph, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Jordan George, Kenneth Charles Coby, Lyrica Nasha Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Troubled Waters
How long can you stay uncomfortable? (Ooh, yeah)
And how long can you stand out in the cold? (Woo)
And baby, when you decide that he just ain't right
I need to know, I need to know, oh
Baby, your skin like porcelain
Like ocean waves, your mind's amazing
How can I be your everything?
When we still cloudy, up your patience
You can't keep wasting
All your days on wondering
Why he just don't get it
I (I) just came (came) to calm (oh) your troubled waters
Down (down) to be (to be) aligned (aligned), I swear I got you (got you)
You can't keep wasting
All your days on wondering
Why he just don't get it
You're there but you don't wanna be (oh-oh)
You stay 'til it's too hard to breathe
And I don't think it's worth your time
So why you not mine?
I need to know, I need to know, oh
Baby, your skin like porcelain
Like ocean waves, your mind's amazing
How can I be your everything
When we still cloudin' up your patience?
You can't (you can't keep) keep wasting
All your days on wondering
Why he just don't get it
I (I) just came (came) to calm (oh) your troubled waters
Down (down) to be (to be) aligned (aligned), I swear I got you (got you)
You can't keep wasting
All your days on wondering
Why he just don't get it
Baby, I'll be your lifeguard
Through everything (everything)
If you stay with me (ha)
Oh-oh, oh
I'll be your lifeguard
Through everything
If you stay with me
Oh-oh, I
I (I) just came (came) to calm (calm) your troubled waters
Down (down) to be (to be) aligned (aligned), I swear I got you (got you)
('Cause you can't keep running) you can't keep wasting
All your days on wondering (your time)
Why he just don't get it
Writer: Mark Pitts, Dewain Whitmore, Jr., Alvin Isaacs II, Leon Youngblood Jr, Andre Harris, Christopher Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Walt Disney Music Company, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Take A Risk
I must be stupid
Or I must be crazy, oh
Yeah, I must be useless to you
And I must be lovin' you lazy
Out my mind 'cause you're cryin'
You're sayin' I did this to you
Baby, I'm sick of this
Keep sayin' I ain't listenin'
Let it all out, tell me how you feel about me
Get it all off your chest
I get it now, you said enough to hurt me
You regret every moment you're in my presence
Day by day, step by step
Said I won't change to make it better
Don't wanna fight, since you stressin'
You're free to leave all we have here
Everything we put together
All the power, you're a coward, my dear
It don't matter
'Cause you won't take a risk with me
You won't jump off the bridge with me (no, you won't)
You don't wanna live free-fallin'
No-no-no-no-no-no
Let go of my hand
You don't wanna fly, live with me
No-no-no-no-no-no, let go
No-no-no-no-no-no, you don't wanna fly with me
You say I'm insecure
Think I ain't ready for you
I'll give a little more to you
But what will you give me for it?
Don't you knock it 'til you try it
You know I won't hurt you, baby
Ooh, just let it loose
That's right
Let it all out, tell me how you feel about me
Get it all off your chest
Scream it out loud, lay it all out for me
Don't regret every moment you're in my presence
Oh, day by day, step by step
If you want me, I'll make it better
It's your life, f*ck this stressin'
You're free to leave all we have here
Everything we put together
The perfect one I searched for right here
And baby, it don't get no better
'Cause you won't take a risk with me (ooh)
You won't jump off the bridge with me (ooh, no, you won't)
You don't wanna live free-fallin'
No-no-no-no-no-no (ooh)
Let go of my hand
You don't wanna fly, live with me (ooh)
No-no-no-no-no-no (no-no), let go
No-no-no-no-no-no, you don't wanna fly with me
If you can't hear me
I hope you feel me
I know you see me
You see me clearly
I know I don't have the answers to all your problems
But I'm willing to try to solve 'em
Baby, all you need is a little more lovin', oh yeah
Don't run from me, all this kissin' and huggin', oh yeah
It's just you and I, please be mine
Girl, forever
I'ma give my heart, just be kind
You never know 'til you try
Go ahead, go ahead (go ahead)
Huh, just spread 'em for me now (me now)
I don't mean your legs
Girl, it's time to let your wings out
'Cause you won't take a risk with me (yeah)
You won't jump off the bridge with me (no, you won't)
You don't wanna live free-fallin'
No-no-no-no-no-no (no-no)
Let go of my hand (ooh)
You don't wanna fly, live with me
No-no-no-no-no-no (no-no-no), let go
No-no-no-no-no-no, you don't wanna fly with me
(Cause you won't) won't take a risk with me
You won't jump off the bridge with me (hey, no, you won't)
You don't wanna live free-fallin'
No-no-no-no-no-no
Let go of my hand
You don't wanna fly, live with me
No-no-no-no-no-no (no-no), let go
No-no-no-no-no-no, you don't wanna fly with me
Writer: Antwan Thompson, Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Dimuro, Patrizio Pigliapoco
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Lurkin
He shock you from the east and he shock you from the west
He shock you from the north and he shock you from the south
Sound boy, dis a mashup the place
Well, hear dis
Yeah
Girl, I know all your secrets (huh)
Put it down, you no regret
Girl, that pussy man ah lick it (huh)
Mi nah go listen to the, "He said-she said"
Girl, I'm gon' drink from your water (huh)
Mi ah go down in the deep end, baby
Mi ah gon' spend every dollar
Just bring your body here, bring your body here
Put it in my face, I'll be alright
Make your legs shake, guess I'm doing alright
Just give me a kiss, it's a late night
You can see it in my eyes
Baby, I be lurkin'
It's how she do
Put her down, down, down, down in my bed
Call it murder (yeah), hold on, hold on
Girl, your body got me workin'
Yeah, that's how she move
Put her down, down, down, down in my bed (ow!)
Oh, she gonna learn a lesson
Let her run, around, 'round, 'round, 'round in my head
It's goin' down, down, down, down in my bed
If I go down, down, down, I get you wet
You know you don't want to make me a bet
You know I'm gon' end up I'm makin' you sweat
I'm comin' live from the V-I-P
She know what we do is B-I-G
Babyface gyal need to see ID
Before I kill that shit, D-I-E
She like deez and a good sex
She like straight out the hood sex
She wan' do it, gwan do it now
I get it wetter, then he could girl
Put it in my face, I'll be alright
Make your legs shake, guess I'm doing alright
Just give me a kiss, it's a late night
You can see it in my eyes
Baby, I be lurkin'
It's how she do
Put her down, down, down, down in my bed
Call it murder (yeah), hold on, hold on
Girl, your body got me workin'
Yeah, that's how she move
Put her down, down, down, down in my bed (ow!)
Oh, she gonna learn a lesson
Let her run, around, 'round, 'round, 'round in my head
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Daystar Peterson, Jonathan Patrick Wimberly, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Richard Velonskis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Trust Issues / Act In
I've been working late
You've been on my case
You wish I was better at communication (ooh)
Lately, you've been telling me the truest statements
I find it hard to believe
That you love me and only me
I find it hard to see
I find it hard to see
It's gon' be hard for me to give you all of me (yeah, yeah)
You hold it down for me
You get this crown for me (whoa oh, yeah, yeah)
And I don't usually 'cause it's new to me
But I think I'm feelin' you, oh, but I
I got trust issues, trust issues, yeah
He can't love you like I love you
He can't f*ck you like I f*ck you
Whoever it is can't handle you (no)
Spendin' money ain't a thing, I do it, baby
On that Gucci purse and them shoes
You know I've been checking for you
I know you're ready for your glow up
And start to act like nobody know ya
Don't pick your phone up
It's gon' be too hard for me
It's gon' be hard for me (yes, it is)
To give you all of me (yeah, yeah)
You hold it down for me (hold it down)
You get this crown for me (whoa-oh yeah, yeah)
And I don't usually (no) 'cause it's new to me
But I think I'm feelin' you, oh, but I
I got trust issues (but I), trust issues, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just want the truth, you won't hurt my feelings, no
Just tell me the truth, I'm not the only one you dealin' with
I just want the truth, you won't hurt my feelings, no
Just tell me the truth, I'm not the only one you dealin' with
Yeah, 'cause you ain't gotta act like you a good girl for me (yeah)
No, you ain't gotta act like, you ain't gotta like that (yeah)
And you ain't gotta act like a good girl, you a little freak (yeah)
No, you ain't gotta act like, you ain't gotta like that
Five in the morning, that's when we be zoned in
F*ckin' up the headboard
Girl, that's what it's there for
Tonight, you gon' act like you're my baby, but we know the truth
Tomorrow, you might be somewhere else, yeah, with your other boo (boo)
That's crazy (that's crazy)
You spend time with him but I'm your baby (your baby)
You know he ain't me (know he ain't me)
You tell me I'm on your mind daily
Either way (oh-oh)
I just want the truth, you won't hurt my feelings, no
Just tell me the truth, I'm not the only one you dealin' with
I just want the truth (I), you won't hurt my feelings, no (won't hurt my)
Just tell me the truth, I'm not the only one you dealin' with (truth, truth)
Yeah, 'cause you ain't gotta act like you a good girl for me (yeah, no)
No, you ain't gotta act like, you ain't gotta like that (yeah)
And you ain't gotta act like a good girl, you a little freak (no, yeah)
No, you ain't gotta act like, you ain't gotta like that
Roll it, boo'd up (boo'd up)
This ain't new stuff
Poured a few cups
Go and move up
The way you light it, throw them twos up (ay, ay)
Need that girl to do somethin'
Five in the morning, that's when we be zoned in
F*ckin' up the headboard
Girl, that's what it's there for
Tonight, you gon' act like you're my baby, but we know the truth
Tomorrow, you might be somewhere else, yeah, with your other boo (boo)
Oh, I, I, I know, know
Writer: Dominic Wynn Woods, Derrick Carrington Gray, Omari Akinlolu, Kevin Cossom, James Foy III, Clint Ford, Marco Mavy, Austin Owens, Christopher Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cheetah
Should've been
Should've been, should've been honest, oh
How could you do this?
I didn't understand, wasn't in the plan
I wanted your love (yeah)
It's all up in my head, lately I forget
I only see you at the parties
Wasted, but you love it
My number blowin' up
You want me to be there for you
I don't feel no way about it
Bet you wake up alone in the morning
Tried to give you a look, oh yeah
But it wasn't enough, oh yeah
And I know that you want me to want it
Tryna get back where we started
I've given a lot, yeah, yeah
But it wasn't enough, yeah, yeah
Cheetah, cheetah
Should've been us (facts)
But you was just here for the moment
Cheetah, cheetah
Gave you my heart, but you didn't care for it (no)
You're a cheetah
Way that I bounce
I made it a mess, the sleepin' around (oh)
She want my sympathy (oh)
It's not how she used to be (cheetah, cheetah)
Why you always gotta do me like that?
Ooh baby, I don't understand
I gave you all that you wanted (oh ohh)
Even if I can lose myself
Haven't you noticed? (Ohh, ooh)
What it's like to be with you
Tell me you love me (ohh, oh)
But it was just a joke to you (for you, ooh, ooh)
I don't feel no way about it (either way)
Bet you wake up alone in the morning
Tried to give you a look, oh yeah
But it wasn't enough, oh yeah
And I know that you want me to want it (ooh)
Tryna get back where we started
I've given a lot, yeah, yeah
But it wasn't enough, yeah
Cheetah, cheetah
Should've been us (facts)
But you was just here for the moment
Cheetah, cheetah
Gave you my heart but you didn't care for it (no)
You're a cheetah
Way that I bounce
I made it a mess, the sleepin' around (oh)
She want my sympathy (oh)
It's now how she used to be
(Cheetah, cheetah)
Should've been
Should've been, should've been honest, ohh
Should've been
Should've been, should've been honest, ohh
Writer: Bobby Joseph Turner Jr., Charles Stephens III, Christopher Maurice Brown, Ellaina Serrina Joseph, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Jordan George, Lyrica Nasha Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Undecided
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do-do
No, I don't say it often
And I probably should've told you
I hurt this bad, I know
And I probably shouldn't want this so bad
It's weighing, weighing on me
Don't wanna wake up in the morning
Cannot undo what we did in this bed
And I can't get you out
So I gotta go
No, I'm not ready for
You want me all alone
But I'm undecided, excited, ignited
And I don't wanna feel the way I do
But I like it
Look at all these sparks flying
But I'm still indecisive
And she want me to wife it
But I'm undecided
I know I shouldn't be doing this, but here we go again
Girl, you know that pussy is my weakness (weakness, weakness, weakness)
Girl, you got me addicted when you switching positions
You tell me, "Shut up"
And you know I listen, I hate it
Wish I never did it
I can't keep sinning and pretending (ooh, oh, oh, oh)
I'm taking off your clothes
We getting sexual
Hit it so good, think I'll propose
I don't know but
I'm undecided
Excited (ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ignited (ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And I don't wanna feel the way I do
But I like it
Look at all these sparks flying (all these, all these)
But I'm still indecisive ('cause you want me)
But she want me to wife it
But I'm undecided
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do-do
Oh, no, I'm undecided
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do, yeah
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do, I said I just don't know
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do-do
Ayy, 'cause I'm undecided
No, no, baby
I'm afraid of your love
Oh, ooh, you got me, baby
'Cause I can't get enough, ooh
But I'm undecided
Excited (ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ignited (ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And I don't wanna feel the way I do
But I like it
Look at all these sparks flying
But I'm still indecisive
And she want me to wife it
But I'm undecided
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do-do
No, no, oh, no, and I want it (I'm undecided)
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do (ay)
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do (no, no, no, no)
Duh-duh-duh-duh-do-do-do-do
Ooh, but I'm undecided
Writer: Antonio Stith, Christopher Maurice Brown, Felicia Ferraro, Jarvis Baker, Narada Michael Walden, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Scott Storch, Shanice Wilson, Sylvester Jackson, Vincent J Van Den Ende
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
BP / No Judgement
(Dy Krazy)
Balenciaga, got it for you
Somewhere in the sky, got a clear view
Everything Supreme that we do (oh)
Everything is Gucci that you do (oh)
So everything Supreme and BP
Everything Supreme and BP, oh
Ohh-oh, oh, BP
Sunshine bright, chillin' in the Summer (in the Summer)
Speedboat out in the land down under (down under)
We gon' ride through the rain, through the thunder (yeah)
You see what it is with them ladies, all wonder
Go put it all on the table 'cause you know I'm
I'ma lick it when we lay up
I know you ready and capable, so why don't we try?
Girl, just admit you got that glow
Walkin', modelin' for me, back and forth (huh)
Wanna show you off, I'm telling everyone I know
Yeah, that's my baby and I know that my bitch cold
Sorry, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful
In these designer clothes
Balenciaga, got it for you (ohh)
Somewhere in the sky, got a clear view (oh, yeah, yeah)
Everything Supreme, that we do (oh-whoa)
Everything is Gucci that you do (oh)
So everything Supreme and BP (yeah, yeah)
Everything Supreme and BP, oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ohh-oh, oh, BP
Girl, you woo me in them Jimmy Choos
And to be specific, you like them Christian Loubs
Let me check you, Bottega, your whole value
I don't want no one else around you
But all my suits, CC my tailor
Get your hair, your nails, your feet and makeup
You in my dreams, I see you when I wake up
Baby, I don't have to fake it, know you the flyest
I can't deny it
Girl, just admit you got that glow (you got that glow)
Walkin', modelin' for me, back and forth (huh, oh)
Wanna show you off, I'm telling everyone I know
Yeah, that's my baby and I know that my bitch cold
Sorry, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful (yeah, yeah)
In these designer clothes
Balenciaga, got it for you (oh-oh)
Somewhere in the sky, got a clear view (somewhere, somewhere, ooh, got it)
Everything Supreme, that we do
Everything is Gucci that you do (oh)
So everything Supreme and BP (BP)
Everything Supreme and BP, oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (no, no, no)
Oh, oh (huh) yeah, yeah, yeah, BP
I won't judge you for what you do tonight (woo)
I won't judge you for what you do tonight (woo)
I'm tryna share with you, slide, hell yeah
Pass it to the right, you decide, hell yeah
I won't judge you for what you do tonight (woo)
I won't judge you for what you do tonight
I'm tryna share with you, slide, hell yeah
Pass it to the right, you decide, hell yeah
You can't be trippin' all the time when we not together
'Cause baby, you be on mind when we not together (ay, ay)
Baby, tell me if the vibe is right (right)
You know that I can cosign tonight (ay)
First place spendin' it on you (on you)
Throw that ass up, alley-oop (alley-oop)
I'm undefeated with that pussy, cannot lose (huh, lose)
Just spin around on me like a hula hoop (hula hoop), yeah
Jump into the vibe, don't be actin' insecure
I'm tryna get it soon as you hit the door
Interception with the pass, to the house, I'm tryna score
You the cheerleader, pom-poms to the floor, I
I won't judge you for what you do tonight
I won't judge you for what you do tonight
I'm tryna share with you, slide, hell yeah (yeah)
Pass it to the right, you decide, hell yeah (yeah)
I won't judge you for what you do tonight
I won't judge you for what you do tonight
I'm tryna share with you, slide, hell yeah
Pass it to the right, you decide, hell yeah
Hop on my rodeo, no baby, don't need no saddle
You know I'm up, so giddy up, and you know we don't give a f*ck
No matter where we go, we can own the city, run for mayor
Easy, Breezy, baby, this a lay up, lay up (oh)
It ain't really wrong if you love somebody (somebody)
Even though you love somebody else ('body else)
Can you really love somebody? (Somebody)
Thinkin' I should be in love with my f*ckin' self
Jump into the vibe, don't be actin' insecure
I'm tryna get it soon as you hit the door
Interception with the pass, to the house, I'm tryna score (yeah, oh yeah)
You the cheerleader, pom-poms to the floor, I (oh yeah)
I won't judge you for what you do tonight
I won't judge you for what you do tonight (I tried to share with you)
I'm tryna share with you, slide, hell yeah (oh)
Pass it to the right, you decide, hell yeah
I won't judge you for what you do tonight (I won't)
I won't judge you for what you do tonight (I won't)
I'm tryna share with you, slide, hell yeah (share with you)
Pass it to the right, you decide, hell yeah (yeah)
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Damon E. Thomas, Donyea Leon Goodin, Dwan Avery, Eric Cunningham, Filip Gezin, Garrett Thomas Corbran, Jacob Paul Turner, Jamal Gaines, Marcus Boyd, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, Orlando Williamson, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Rick Jr. Cunningham, Robert L. II Norman, Shawn Erick Atkins, Taylor Max Wenck, Tristan Cordero Ladrue Rice
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Side Nigga
Sit back, lay down
Relax, kick back
Curfew, know that
He's mad at you
Because you been spendin' all your time with me
'Cause he don't give you what you need
Too bad, so sad
It be like that, oh well
I'm glad, I like that
She had every opportunity
To choose between you and me
Alright, let me see
What's it gonna be?
No she ain't my, ain't my, ain't my girl (it don't matter, no)
Ain't my, ain't my (no), ain't my girl
No matter what, I'ma give her all my lovin'
She a pain in the butt
Sick and tired of the runnin' with the
Same old dirty white lies
Tossin' in my bed (ooh)
Rememberin' what she said (ooh)
I know she got a man at home, I don't care
I'll be the side nigga of the year
Did you hear me, babe?
You're tired of it, yeah
No need to grieve a loss
Baby, I ain't gotta be the boss, I'm just fine
'Cause anytime I want, I'ma get mine
When I put my tongue on your panty line
Eat that like breakfast
Leave his ass in the past
He keep bringin' my name up
'Cause you startin' to change up
It's morning time
Wrapped up in my covers
For the ninth time
'Cause he couldn't f*ck you out your right mind (uh)
Ain't no competition, let's be serious
I'm the best, period (oh yeah)
You know she ain't my (ain't my)
Ain't my (ain't my), ain't my girl (oh, it don't matter, no)
Ain't my, ain't my, ain't my girl
No matter what (no matter what), I'ma give her all my lovin'
She a pain in the butt (pain in the butt)
Sick and tired of the runnin' with the
Same old dirty white lies (ooh)
Tossin' in my bed (my bed)
Rememberin' what she said (I remember, ooh)
I know she got a man at home, I don't care
I'll be the side nigga of the year
Did you hear me, babe?
I'll be the side nigga of the year
Baby, I don't mean to sound rude
It's crazy, I can do what your man just can't do
So give me the night, I'll show it
If the money is right, I'll blow it
On you tonight, whoa-oh
Side of me, no saddles on it
Let's say that boy a memory
You are not datin' me, no
Even though you supposed to be standin' right here
I'ma be the side nigga of the year
Ain't my, ain't my, ain't my girl (it don't matter, no)
Ain't my, ain't my (no), ain't my girl
No matter what, I'ma give her all my lovin'
She a pain in the butt
Sick and tired of the runnin' with the
Same old dirty white lies
Tossin' in my bed (ooh)
Rememberin' what she said (ooh)
I know she got a man at home, I don't care
I'll be the side nigga of the year
Did you hear me, babe?
I'll be the side nigga of the year
Writer: Angelo Arce, Anthony D'Annunzio, Christopher Maurice Brown, Ervin Jovany Garcia, Michael S. Washington, Nicholas Ryan Baker, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Troy Cameron Ambroff, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Throw It Back
(Let me see you go)
(Let me see you go)
(Let me see you)
Twenty thousand ain't nothing
Baby, you can get whatever you want from me
How you twerkin' on a Sunday?
Got a nigga wishin' I can be between your knees
All I think about is f*ckin' (for real)
All these niggas think that you gon' be they fantasy (no)
And I ain't lyin', girl, I love it
Wherever you are is where I wanna be
Oh, girl
If you let me f*ck tonight, baby
Oh, girl, no, we can do it
Baby, throw it back (back), back on your boy (oh)
(Make it, make it drop, and don't stop)
Baby, throw it back (back), back (back) on your boy (oh)
(Make it, make it drop, and don't stop) (ooh)
Baby, baby, baby, baby
'Cause that ass fat (fat) and I love that (that)
Baby, shake it for me, you can make that ass clap (ooh)
If I'm coming back, b-b-back, give me some more
(Make it, make it drop, and don't stop)
Oh, yeah
Uh, f*ck up the bed, I go straight to third base
That pussy wet, she my little mermaid
Not just my tongue, I'ma use my whole face
Oh no (yeah)
Huh, light up the blunt, sip a little Henny
Baby girl, you know that I'm ready (ready)
Makin' sure that you don't forget me
No, oh
Oh, girl
If you let me f*ck tonight, baby
And I'ma hit the right spot
Girl, you can call me when you need some more
Baby, throw it back (back), back on your boy (yeah, oh)
(Make it, make it drop, and don't stop) (throw it back)
Baby, throw it back (back), back (back) on your boy
(Make it, make it drop, and don't stop) baby, I love what you do when you throw it back
'Cause that ass fat (yeah) and I love that
Baby, shake it for me, you can make that ass clap (ooh)
If I'm coming back, b-b-back, give me some more (oh)
(Make it, make it drop, and don't stop)
Oh, yeah (huh)
Rollin' on me, kissin' on me down low and
Freaky in the mood
A little foreplay before we get down to business
Ha, take off your clothes
Make you feel good when you naked
Girl, your skin feels so smooth (oh)
Put them titties on me
I won't be afraid
Yes we grown enough (grown enough)
We both in love (both in love)
You know that pussy's for dada (yeah)
You know that you mean a lot, so
Let's get freaky 'cause I feel lucky
Baby, throw it back (back), back on your boy
(Make it, make it drop, and don't stop) throw that thing on me, yeah, yeah
Baby, throw it back (back, back), back (back, back) on your boy
(Make it, make it drop, and don't stop) do it all night, oh
Baby, baby, baby, baby
'Cause that ass fat (oh) and I love that (hey)
Baby, shake it for me, you can make that ass clap (ooh, me)
If I'm coming back, b-b-back, give me some more (ooh)
(Make it, make it drop, and don't stop) oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
Writer: Bernard Worrell, Christopher Maurice Brown, David Lee Spradley, Garry Marshall Shider, George Clinton Jr., George Everett III Clinton, J.R. Rotem, Phillip Wynn, Robert S. Kelly, Theron Makiel Thomas, William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
All On Me
(Oh, ayy)
You don't know where you're going 'til it's gone
And you don't realize the damage 'til it's done
Think you got time, runnin' 'round, you just having fun
All the while, know the demons that harmed you won't leave you alone
I've been by myself, tryna heal my wounds
It ain't all about me, know you got yours too (yours too)
Take another shot, tryna get my mind right (oh, oh)
I've been praying and bleeding
And begging and pleading to find out, yeah
With my back to the wall, all my fears
Need to hear from God now
'Cause when it all comes crashing down on me, yeah
And when the world turn they back, it's up to me, yeah
All my flaws and sins, that's all they see, yeah
And when it all falls down, it's all on me
It's all on me, it's all on me (yeah)
All these wrongs that I've done, I'm just tryna make it right
But my insecurities keep me laying up at night
Nobody's perfect but I do my best
To keep a smile for the camera, but I'm a mess (oh)
I've been praying and bleeding
And begging and pleading to find out (find out), yeah
With my back to the wall, all my fears
Need to hear from God now
'Cause when it all comes crashing down on me, yeah
And when the world turn they back, it's up to me, yeah (oh)
All my flaws and sins, that's all they see, yeah (that's all they see, yeah)
And when it all falls down, it's all on me
It's all on me (it's all, it's all, it's all)
(Girl, blame it all on me) it's all on me, yeah
(Oh, it's always on me, on me)
No-no, no-no, no
Yeah, it's on all me
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Gabrielle N. Nowee, Kenneth Charles Coby, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Lawrence Gary Young Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sexy
(D.A. Got that dope!)
Sexy, tease me with your lingerie (yeah)
Water drippin' on me
Do what you wanna do
Talk dirty
Look me in the eyes and say (whoa)
Oh, f*ck me please
Sexy, sexy (yeah)
Ooh, se-se-sexy
F*ck me please
Sexy, sexy
Ooh, se-se-sexy
F*ck me please (oh)
Baby, you can live your whole life holdin' out (out)
Let me pick you up and see if you could hold it down
Girl, I'm sorry 'cause I can't keep my hands to myself
A little more liquor, I'ma take off my pants and my belt (oh)
This droops (woo), slaps (woo), I'ma smack that ass (yeah)
As rough as you want it, in the front or the back
It don't matter, you like it slow
Then go faster, we're rollin' on the floor, oh
It's only you and me, stuck with each other and I love it (oh)
Girl, I'm gon' give my all, can't get rid of me yet
Put you on a plane, whenever you on a jet (jet)
Snatch your rapper chain, whenever you need a check (check)
You know you can come and stay when you fight and he upset
Ain't nothin' change, side nigga, I remain, I f*ck with you because you're
Sexy (sexy), tease me with your lingerie
Water drippin' (on) on me
Do what you wanna do
Talk dirty (oh whoa)
Look me in the eyes and say (whoa)
Oh, f*ck me please
Sexy, sexy (yeah)
Ooh, se-se-sexy
F*ck me please (f*ck me)
Sexy, sexy
Ooh, se-se-sexy
F*ck me please (oh)
I'm throwin' more than a bag
Give me a sneak peek of that freakin'
F*ck me please
I'll have more in my pants
Give me a hand, girl, what you need?
F*ck me please
Pussy good, pussy splash, yeah, I want some more
Pussy super fantastic, set the bar
All these bitches that be shakin' that ass
Do it for the bag, let them all stress, baby, 'cause you're
Sexy (sexy), tease me with your lingerie (lingerie)
Water drippin' (oh) on me (oh)
Do what you wanna do (do)
Talk dirty (talk dirty, look me)
Look me in the eyes and say (oh, whoa)
Oh, f*ck me please (woo-hoo)
Sexy, sexy (sexy, yeah)
Ooh, se-se-sexy
F*ck me please (sexy)
Sexy, sexy
Ooh, se-se-sexy
F*ck me please
I remember nights, I was cold and had no sleep
I was boostin' bikes, .22 under the fleece (woo)
Mama said I had a gift, if I ever want to be something
But I do this shit so she won't ever need nothing
No more payments or laborin', I'm tryna move up
Rentin' you crazy apartments just to show my love
And appreciation, 'cause you only get one wifey and I'm thankful
And this life I lead is dangerous
Sexy, tease me with your lingerie (hey)
Water drippin' on me (mmh)
Do what you wanna do
Talk dirty
Look me in the eyes and say (whoa)
Oh, f*ck me please
Sexy, sexy (woo)
Ooh, se-se-sexy
F*ck me please
Sexy, sexy
Ooh, se-se-sexy
F*ck me please, oh
Writer: Christina Brittany Gandy-Rodgers, Christopher Maurice Brown, Justin Thomas, Matthew Haze, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, David L. Doman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Early 2K
Beep, beep, beep, beep with a east side thing
Chillin' on the west side
Hella thick, thick, hit me with the invite, yeah
So we can let it play through
Takin' our time, tasting it
And let it play through
No rewind, it's her favorite
Yeah, maybe I'd be secure
Peaches and cream
'Cause I've been tryna figure out this and more
Any room in those jeans?
Slowly, we be crazy in love
When I put you to bed, yeah
Soco, baby, what about us?
'Cause when I want you, you do
Tell your ex nigga, he can be quiet, be quiet (yeah, yeah)
And let you ride (uh)
He gon' need to be quiet, be quiet (yeah, yeah)
And let you ride (so)
So we can let it play through (let it play)
Takin' our time, pacin' it (ooh)
And let it play through (let it play)
No rewind, it's her favorite (ooh wee)
You should let me love you
You remind me of a girl
Baby, let me buy you a drink
Girl, we've been on repeat
Lots of you, you and me
I can't get 'em out my head (oh, whoa)
Kodak, memory, picture this
We were both butt naked in the bed (bed)
If you let me lay you down (yeah-yeah, ha)
We'll be buried in the sound (yeah-yeah, hey, hey)
Tell your ex nigga
He can be quiet, be quiet (he can be quiet, he can be quiet)
And let you ride (oh)
He gon' need to be quiet, be quiet (be quiet, be quiet)
And let you ride
So we can let it play through (ow!)
Takin' our time, pacin' it
And let it play through (let it play now)
No rewind, it's her favorite (favorite)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (favorite)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (it's her favorite)
By the way you speak out loud, loud
And say what it is, yeah (ooh yeah)
I ain't come to play around-round
You know what it is (ohh)
Spread a little love right now
I can stand the rain
You can say my name (uh)
I could ease the pain right now
And never be the same
Tell your ex nigga, he can be quiet, be quiet (yeah, yeah)
And let you ride (uh)
He gon' need to be quiet, be quiet (yeah, yeah)
And let you ride (so)
So we can let it play through (let it play)
Takin' our time, pacin' it (ooh)
And let it play through (let it play)
No rewind, it's her favorite (ooh wee)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (favorite)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (it's her favorite)
Let it play
Baby, just let it play
It's her favorite
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (favorite)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (it's her favorite)
Oh, ooh wee, ooh wee, yeah
Writer: Alphonzo Bailey, Anita McCloud, Brian Derek Thompson, Christopher Maurice Brown, Darryl Kevin Richardson, Durrell Babbs, Earl Stevens, Edmund Clement, Eric A Bellinger, Faheem Najm, George Clinton, George Bernard Worrell, Harold Ray Brown, Isaac C. Hayes, Jarvis Griffin, Jasiel Robinson, Jason Charles Miller, Jonathan H. Smith, Jordan Lonnie, Kameron Houff, Lee Oskar Levitin, Miguel Willis, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Nija Aisha-Alayja Charles, Orville Burrell, Reginald Jones, Richard Sims, Rickardo George Ducent, Scott Spencer Storch, Sean Paul Joseph, Shaffer Smith, Shaun Pizzonia, Thomas Sylvester Allen, Vincent Van Den Ende, William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, CTM Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dear God
The starship is falling
No communication, no one's calling
Only if I'd known this knowledge
I'd spread my wings and fly right by you
She get to lookin' like she been waiting for me
Contemplating, a thousand days of war
She waitin' for me to pay for it
Can't do it no more, love not war
I've been tourin' back and forth
If you hear a heartbeat, it's yours
No, it ain't mine, I don't feel alive
So beam me up and let me meet my maker
So many questions I need answers to, the wake up
Can you tell me 'bout love?
Sit me down (oh, God)
All these other people don't have a clue (nah, they don't know about it)
Can you help me out, me out?
God, would you please take a second and hear me out? (Hear me)
Oh, please
If I scream and shout, is it loud enough? (Hey!)
Enough for Heaven to hear me?
Oh, God,
Software is crashing, oh no
I can't take too much more of this
S.o.s. And no one's coming
I'm hoping God can solve my problems (help me)
She still won't even look at me, she just keep on walking (why?)
She get to lookin' like she been waiting for me (waiting for me)
Contemplating, a thousand days of war (no-no, no)
She waitin' for me to pay for it
Can't do it no more, love not war (not war)
I've been tourin' back and forth
If you hear a heartbeat, it's yours (ow!)
No, it ain't mine, I don't feel alive (ow!)
So beam me up and let me meet my maker (me)
So many questions I need answers to, the wake up
Can you tell me 'bout love?
Sit me down (oh, God)
All these other people don't have a clue (nah, they don't know about it)
Can you help me out, me out? (Ooh-ooh)
God, would you please take a second and hear me out? (Hear me, oh please)
Oh, please, if I scream and shout, is it loud enough? (Hey!)
Enough for Heaven to hear me? Oh, God
Enough for Heaven (dear God) to hear me?
Huh, if you grant me this wish
One wish, this wish, Lord, I promise
I'll never ask for anything else
'Cause I can't do it by myself
It's too hard
I can't play God, huh, that's your job
I'm just a simple man who needs his heart repaired
In purgatory, but not if she's there
I know I'm askin' for a lot but
Tryna break these chains I'm locked from
I'll no longer be scared
If you're really up there
So beam me up and let me meet my maker
So many questions I need answers to, the wake up (I need you, oh)
Can you tell me 'bout love? (Now, now, now, now, now)
Sit me down (oh, God)
All these other people don't have a clue (ooh, nah, they don't know about it)
Can you help me out, me out? (Ooh-ooh)
God, would you please take a second and hear me out? (Hear me, hear me)
Oh, please
If I scream and shout, is it loud enough? (Hey!)
Enough for Heaven to hear me? Oh, God
Enough for Heaven (Dear God) to hear me?
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Part Of The Plan
Yeah, you're damn right, this the way I am
I'm tryna be like, no, I know that I
Didn't need it
Said, I didn't need it
I tried to do right but I lost my cool
And I don't understand why it had to be you
It got to me
I let it get to me, yeah
Maybe bringing shit up
I can't find, and they always need
A bad guy
I just laugh when I think about it
It feels like I ran out of time
And you came along, changed my life
Changed my life
And yeah, you showed me that I'm, showed me that I'm royalty
When you look at my past, I need you to understand it
Wasn't part of my plan
Wasn't part of my plan
Why you gotta go treat me like that?
Gotta be better, but you didn't like that
Wasn't part of my plan
Wasn't part of my plan
Give it up, but it wasn't enough to please you
So I'm living it up, ooh, yeah, yeah
I just don't give a f*ck, ooh, yeah, yeah
Keep myself out of love, ohh
But you wanted a show, ohh
So I'm living it up, ooh, yeah, yeah
Baby, I don't give a f*ck, ooh, yeah, yeah
Maybe bringing shit up
I can't find, and they always need
A bad guy
I just laugh when I think about it
It feels like I ran out of time
And you came along, changed my life
Changed my life
And yeah, you showed me that I'm, showed me that I'm royalty
When you look at my past, I need you to understand it
Wasn't part of my plan
Wasn't part of my plan
Why you gotta go treat me like that?
Gotta be better, but you didn't like that
Wasn't part of my plan
Wasn't part of my plan
Give it up, but it wasn't enough to please you
So I'm living it up, ooh, yeah, yeah
I just don't give a f*ck, ooh, yeah, yeah
Keep myself out of love, ohh
But you wanted a show, ohh
So I'm living it up, ooh, yeah, yeah
Baby, I don't give a f*ck, ooh, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Writer: Bobby Joseph Turner, Charles Stephens, Christopher Maurice Brown, Ellaina Serrina Joseph, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Ishmael Sadiq Montague, Jack Tremaine Jones, Jordan George, Kenneth Charles Coby, Lyrica Nasha Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Play Catch Up
(Yeah, yeah)
Throw it back, throw it back on me (yeah, yeah)
Hit the dash on me, ay (on me)
You don't even know that you're bad (that you're bad)
Anything you want, you can have it
I don't want this thing to go all bad (all bad)
So, do what you wanna do, I ain't mad at you
Ay, give it time, let you focus (ooh)
Make, make your ankles touch your shoulders (ooh)
Pay hunnid thou', just to throw it (ooh)
Break, money shower, super soaker (ooh)
What's your name? (What's your name?)
Can I spend some time? (Spend some time)
I'm only here for the night
Fall in love while I eat it up
I'ma f*ck it up
Let's play catch up
Ooh, yeah, weekdays, it's not enough
Weekends be short as f*ck
This ain't addin' up
Let's play catch up
Send my love, give it back 'cause you stole it
Give it up, ain't no way to control it
I'm on top, sayin' things I don't mean but
Don't get confused, it's all about you (ooh)
Ay, light drip, we can take a trip (yeah)
Planes, don't care, eighty on my wrist (yeah)
Hey, shift gears in my spaceship, yeah
Rain, make you mine and we're out of here (whoa)
What's your name? (What's your name?)
Can I spend some time? (Spend some time, oh yeah)
I'm only here (I'm only here) for the night (for the night)
Fall in love while I eat it up
I'ma f*ck it up
Let's play catch up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Weekdays, it's not enough (oh)
Weekends be short as f*ck (oh)
This ain't addin' up (oh no, no, no, no, no)
Let's play catch up
Uh, she don't compare to no one (no, she don't, don't, don't)
Her body's what I know (oh-whoa)
You are a fallin' note, girl (woo, woo)
Let's play catch up (yeah, yeah)
Ay, give it time, let you focus
Make, make your ankles touch your shoulders (shoulders)
Pay hunnid thou', just to throw it (ooh)
Break, money shower, super soaker (ooh)
Is you with it?
Listen, flip it
Do it, do it, good, good
Pop it, drop it on me, good
Let's play catch up
Writer: Antonio Eugene William Stith, Christopher Maurice Brown, David Jacob Austin, Kenneth Charles Coby, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.