Let's start the story backwards
I'm dead, she's dead, just another Black Lives Mattered
And if I died today, I'd die a bastard
TikTok rapper, part time YouTube actor
Pop my shit then a muscle relaxer
Intergalacter, worldwide capper
I dirty shoes and put 'em back in the box
Like voila, the Looney Tunes back in stock
I'm Little Miss Stanka Pooh
Little Miss Who Are You?
Little loose screw, fur hat with the kangaroo
Who woulda knew? Who'da thunk it?
Who'da got the ball from Big Moo and who'da dunk it?
If this relationship was left up to you, you'da sunk it
Talkin' out my ass and that's my assumption
But that's my conjunction
I'm runnin' back to you like a fat kid at luncheon
Please
I'd swallow my pride before I choke on my greed
Show you my cards before I'd gamble my seat, uh
F*ck are we talkin' about? What's the discussion?
Sharing memes with the chairman over some English muffins
I'm just shootin' the shit over some pretty production
And it's still not enough of somethin', needs more somethin'-somethin'
Who's that creepin' through my rearview? (30 somethin')
I'm not nervous, I'm just concerned for us
What if I die a Taurus? What if I die on purpose?
What if it wasn't even worth it? What if I'm walkin' alone?
What if I choke on this Slurpee? What if I make it big?
What if my car exploded while I'm casually pumping the gas and smokin' a cig?
What if my life was loaded? Loaded pile of shit
Whole lotta pussy and a whole lotta dick
Whole lotta bills and a whole lotta kids
That's it
And if those the only fears that I'll take to my grave
I'm pissin' on you hoes livin' or dead
Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal Album Lyrics
Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal Lyrics
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Devin Williams, Kalon Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
BULLFROG
Titties sitting up high, Miss Nigga, tough guy
Sipping on a Mai Tai, money on a uprise
Left, right, uppercut, punchlines make 'em duck
Write hooks, up the cut, "platinum" hits, f*ck is up?
Pop star, rock star, dark-skin bitch
24-inch waist, mandingo dick
Do you wanna take a ride on my ego trip?
Slow down when you're riding this ego stick
Ya dig?
Like a cable, we jump hoes
If a bitch feeling froggy, tell her, "Hop out, bitch."
Like a cable, we jump hoes
Twitter fingers get your whole life logged out, bitch
I'm, oh, so expensive
So addictive, you get no attention
Bitches ain't f*cking with me
I make pensions, nigga's penny-pinching
Okay, cha-ching, I copped a new ring
F*ck a new boy, new toy, I need a new fling
Cop the Trojan condom with grooves, we get to grooving
We get to moving, my little yeah-yeah, my side boo thing
After the woo-woo, he get to boosting
Put the nigga on the block, he bring me back my loose change
Pimpcess with some nice tits, pussy on the nice list
All y'all frog-ass hoes should hop off my—
Like a cable, we jump hoes
If a bitch feeling froggy, tell her, "Hop out, bitch."
Like a cable, we jump hoes
Twitter fingers get your whole life logged out, bitch
Sipping on a Mai Tai, money on a uprise
Left, right, uppercut, punchlines make 'em duck
Write hooks, up the cut, "platinum" hits, f*ck is up?
Pop star, rock star, dark-skin bitch
24-inch waist, mandingo dick
Do you wanna take a ride on my ego trip?
Slow down when you're riding this ego stick
Ya dig?
Like a cable, we jump hoes
If a bitch feeling froggy, tell her, "Hop out, bitch."
Like a cable, we jump hoes
Twitter fingers get your whole life logged out, bitch
I'm, oh, so expensive
So addictive, you get no attention
Bitches ain't f*cking with me
I make pensions, nigga's penny-pinching
Okay, cha-ching, I copped a new ring
F*ck a new boy, new toy, I need a new fling
Cop the Trojan condom with grooves, we get to grooving
We get to moving, my little yeah-yeah, my side boo thing
After the woo-woo, he get to boosting
Put the nigga on the block, he bring me back my loose change
Pimpcess with some nice tits, pussy on the nice list
All y'all frog-ass hoes should hop off my—
Like a cable, we jump hoes
If a bitch feeling froggy, tell her, "Hop out, bitch."
Like a cable, we jump hoes
Twitter fingers get your whole life logged out, bitch
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
BOILED PEANUTS
You want some boiled peanuts?
The f*ck is a boiled peanut?
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
2910 East Genesee Street
Where niggas mix weed with they nicotine treats
I wish I had a soda and a dime piece, bitch
So I could just kick back and sip my lime in peace
Easy, breezy, beautiful, erratic
Scatter-minded, manic, borderline addict
I try to take the sober route and end up on a dead end
Now everything I joke about just ends up on a Reddit
Gator skin coat
Florida heat no joke
Feel like the Tiger King, these bitches want mo' Joe
Leo, the sun sign
I'm sippin' a Cosmo
Make money like pronto
And Gucci my pancho
Ain't no rain or paint on me
Niggas wettin' up the block, but ain't a stain on me
Label always up my ass like anal beads
Why can't all these label niggas just let me be?
Let me breathe
Niggas want me R.I.P.
I been resting with my piece and that's the irony
I'm a dying sunflower leaving a trail of seeds
In the 813
This my legacy
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
The f*ck is a boiled peanut?
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
2910 East Genesee Street
Where niggas mix weed with they nicotine treats
I wish I had a soda and a dime piece, bitch
So I could just kick back and sip my lime in peace
Easy, breezy, beautiful, erratic
Scatter-minded, manic, borderline addict
I try to take the sober route and end up on a dead end
Now everything I joke about just ends up on a Reddit
Gator skin coat
Florida heat no joke
Feel like the Tiger King, these bitches want mo' Joe
Leo, the sun sign
I'm sippin' a Cosmo
Make money like pronto
And Gucci my pancho
Ain't no rain or paint on me
Niggas wettin' up the block, but ain't a stain on me
Label always up my ass like anal beads
Why can't all these label niggas just let me be?
Let me breathe
Niggas want me R.I.P.
I been resting with my piece and that's the irony
I'm a dying sunflower leaving a trail of seeds
In the 813
This my legacy
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
A-ha-ha-ha-ha
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
DENIAL IS A RIVER
Hey, I thought it was all over
What's up, Doechii?
Hey, girl
You know it's been a lil' minute since you and I have had a chat
Has it really?
Probably since like, your last EP, Oh The Places You'll Go
Oh wow, it's been a minute, yeah
I've been getting some calls
Oh?
People are a little bit worried about you
Not worried, okay
And I know that I was kinda that outlet for you, so...
You were
Why don't you just tell me what's been going on?
Okay
Remember old dude from 2019, nice clean nigga, did me dirtier than laundry
Took a scroll through his IG, just to get a DM from his wifey (What the f*ck?)
I was so confused, what should Doechii do?
She didn't know about me and I didn't know 'bout Sue
I open up the messages then had to hit the zoom
Turns out the girl was really a dude? (Goddamn)
Nigga think he slicked back till I slipped back
Got my lick back, turned a nigga to a knick-knack
I moved on, dropped a couple of songs
And then I went and got signed, now it's 2021
Okay, I just feel like this is the perfect opportunity for us to just take a second and kind off unpack what's happened to you, you know, this guy cheated on you and-
Mm, nah, f*ck it
"Platinum" record this, viral record that
I'm makin' so much money, I'm all over the net
I'm movin' so fast, no time to process
And no, I'm not in a gang but I'm always on set
Wrist watch, drip drop, labels want the TikToks, now I'm makin' TikTok music, what the f*ck?
I need cleanse, need a detox, but we ain't got time to stop, the charts need us
(And they do)
Fast forward, me 2023
I'm stackin' lots of cheese and makin' money
My grass is really green, and honestly
I can't even f*ckin' cap no more, this is a really dark time for me
I'm going through a lot
By a lot you mean drugs?
Um, I wouldn't-
Drugs?
No, it's a-
No?
It's a natural plant
No, I'm not judging
I'm not an addict
I'm just saying
I don't think-
You wanna talk about it?
Uh...
I mean f*ck, I like pills, I like drugs
I like gettin' money, I like strippers, I like to f*ck
I like day-drinkin' and day parties and Hollywood
I like doin' Hollywood shit, snort it, probably would
What can I say? The shit works, it feels good, and my self-worth's at an all time low
And just when it couldn't get worse, my ex crashed my place and destroyed all I owned
Whoopsie, made a oopsie
One-hundred thousand dollar "oops" made me loopy
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Don't wanna have to turn a nigga guts into soup beans
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay, Doechii, we don't wanna revert back to our old ways. So, we're gonna try a breathing exercise, okay?"
Sorry, alright, word
When I breathe, you breathe, alright? Let's go
Okay, okay
What's up, Doechii?
Hey, girl
You know it's been a lil' minute since you and I have had a chat
Has it really?
Probably since like, your last EP, Oh The Places You'll Go
Oh wow, it's been a minute, yeah
I've been getting some calls
Oh?
People are a little bit worried about you
Not worried, okay
And I know that I was kinda that outlet for you, so...
You were
Why don't you just tell me what's been going on?
Okay
Remember old dude from 2019, nice clean nigga, did me dirtier than laundry
Took a scroll through his IG, just to get a DM from his wifey (What the f*ck?)
I was so confused, what should Doechii do?
She didn't know about me and I didn't know 'bout Sue
I open up the messages then had to hit the zoom
Turns out the girl was really a dude? (Goddamn)
Nigga think he slicked back till I slipped back
Got my lick back, turned a nigga to a knick-knack
I moved on, dropped a couple of songs
And then I went and got signed, now it's 2021
Okay, I just feel like this is the perfect opportunity for us to just take a second and kind off unpack what's happened to you, you know, this guy cheated on you and-
Mm, nah, f*ck it
"Platinum" record this, viral record that
I'm makin' so much money, I'm all over the net
I'm movin' so fast, no time to process
And no, I'm not in a gang but I'm always on set
Wrist watch, drip drop, labels want the TikToks, now I'm makin' TikTok music, what the f*ck?
I need cleanse, need a detox, but we ain't got time to stop, the charts need us
(And they do)
Fast forward, me 2023
I'm stackin' lots of cheese and makin' money
My grass is really green, and honestly
I can't even f*ckin' cap no more, this is a really dark time for me
I'm going through a lot
By a lot you mean drugs?
Um, I wouldn't-
Drugs?
No, it's a-
No?
It's a natural plant
No, I'm not judging
I'm not an addict
I'm just saying
I don't think-
You wanna talk about it?
Uh...
I mean f*ck, I like pills, I like drugs
I like gettin' money, I like strippers, I like to f*ck
I like day-drinkin' and day parties and Hollywood
I like doin' Hollywood shit, snort it, probably would
What can I say? The shit works, it feels good, and my self-worth's at an all time low
And just when it couldn't get worse, my ex crashed my place and destroyed all I owned
Whoopsie, made a oopsie
One-hundred thousand dollar "oops" made me loopy
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Don't wanna have to turn a nigga guts into soup beans
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay, Doechii, we don't wanna revert back to our old ways. So, we're gonna try a breathing exercise, okay?"
Sorry, alright, word
When I breathe, you breathe, alright? Let's go
Okay, okay
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Joey Hamhock, Ian Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
CATFISH
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Copped the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hatin' bitches clog my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shout out ese them and my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the dean
Doechii supreme, the Swamp Ruler
Freaky little, sneaky little, creepy little whack bitch
Creepin' on me, speakin' on me, sleepin' on me, mattress
Now I got some bands to burn and bars to bend 'em backwards
It's time to wake 'em up 'cause they been sleepin' on the tracklist
Body so attractive
Y'all be giving catfish
Log 'em off the web and every gangster's giving actress
Gangster's giving actress and all these fake activists
Leave me baffled, bewildered, relax a bit
Let me relax a bit, I think I need to cool it off
I put some pep up in my step, and then I do it up
I shine my cutlery and hit my jeweler up
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Copped the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hatin' bitches clog my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shout out ese them and my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the dean
Doechii supreme, the Swamp Ruler
Nigga's dick-ride, the dick-riders gon' dick-ride
Make a few bands and switch tribes they switch sides
Nigga's flip scripts like B sides, who these guys?
Only thing switchin' on me, is thick thighs
I been did the black slugs, then I did the clown face
Took 'em to the swamp meet, that was on a Saturday
Mud on the Prada boot and that was on a bad day
I'm the hardest rapper, this yo' motherf*cking training day
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Copped the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hatin' bitches clog my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shout out ese them and my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the dean
Doechii supreme, the Swamp Ruler
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Copped the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hatin' bitches clog my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shout out ese them and my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the dean
Doechii supreme, the Swamp Ruler
Freaky little, sneaky little, creepy little whack bitch
Creepin' on me, speakin' on me, sleepin' on me, mattress
Now I got some bands to burn and bars to bend 'em backwards
It's time to wake 'em up 'cause they been sleepin' on the tracklist
Body so attractive
Y'all be giving catfish
Log 'em off the web and every gangster's giving actress
Gangster's giving actress and all these fake activists
Leave me baffled, bewildered, relax a bit
Let me relax a bit, I think I need to cool it off
I put some pep up in my step, and then I do it up
I shine my cutlery and hit my jeweler up
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Copped the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hatin' bitches clog my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shout out ese them and my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the dean
Doechii supreme, the Swamp Ruler
Nigga's dick-ride, the dick-riders gon' dick-ride
Make a few bands and switch tribes they switch sides
Nigga's flip scripts like B sides, who these guys?
Only thing switchin' on me, is thick thighs
I been did the black slugs, then I did the clown face
Took 'em to the swamp meet, that was on a Saturday
Mud on the Prada boot and that was on a bad day
I'm the hardest rapper, this yo' motherf*cking training day
Tell a bitch, "Hoorah"
Step up in this bitch, I look too fly
Copped the Dior shit on Ventura
Took a midnight swim in my jeweler
Hatin' bitches clog my medulla
I showed the bitch my pen, then I schooled her
Shout out ese them and my chulas
Doechii the Don, Doechii the dean
Doechii supreme, the Swamp Ruler
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Ahmanti Booker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
SKIPP
Skip to my loo, tuck the tool in my pocket
F*ck supposed to do? Whole crew on that hot shit
Cop 22, keep the lube for the rocket
1500 chains, tuck the pain in my locket
Mayday
Just tryna stay ahead of stormy weather till it rain day
It's a hundred people tryna help me but I feel the same ways
Suffer loss of vision but I'm focused, bitch
Sober-minded but I'm takin' trips
Tik-tak-duck, it's all red truck, no mercy when I tumble
Click-clack-duck, if I'm off to ya, holla mercy when I rumble
Mention ya niggas, mix it up, it's come up when I call you
Fiction, yeah, it's a fiction, yeah, it's picture when I fall through
Skip to my loo, tuck the tool in my pocket
F*ck supposed to do? Whole crew on that hot shit
Cop 22, keep the lube for the rocket
1500 chains, tuck the pain in my locket
F*ck supposed to do? Whole crew on that hot shit
Cop 22, keep the lube for the rocket
1500 chains, tuck the pain in my locket
Mayday
Just tryna stay ahead of stormy weather till it rain day
It's a hundred people tryna help me but I feel the same ways
Suffer loss of vision but I'm focused, bitch
Sober-minded but I'm takin' trips
Tik-tak-duck, it's all red truck, no mercy when I tumble
Click-clack-duck, if I'm off to ya, holla mercy when I rumble
Mention ya niggas, mix it up, it's come up when I call you
Fiction, yeah, it's a fiction, yeah, it's picture when I fall through
Skip to my loo, tuck the tool in my pocket
F*ck supposed to do? Whole crew on that hot shit
Cop 22, keep the lube for the rocket
1500 chains, tuck the pain in my locket
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
HIDE N SEEK
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Please, hide 'n seek from me, ooh
Somebody please hide 'n seek from me, ooh
Nothing the heart can't hold
I don't know what can go
Feelings struck, heart line broke
Nothing the heart can't hold
Please
Hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from—
Please
Hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from—
Please
Hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from—
Please
Hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from—
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Attitude, she stankin'
Don't go by her rankin'
She's that bitch
What the f*ck you thinkin'?
Comin' with no bankin'?
Wanna talk shit
Head on straight and the head is right
Focus sharp like a Focusrite
Pleasing me is a luxury
Please tell me you won't kill my vibe
Pray and I pray till the pain away
Pray to the Lord it'll rain again
Fade away, straight away I can tell you are not paid
Benjamins and Fraklins, might have to hit the bank again
Deposit what you owe, don't make me ask you for the check again
Fee-I-fi-I-fo up to the top until I fall again
Niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Please, hide 'n seek from me, ooh
Somebody please hide 'n seek from me, ooh
Nothing the heart can't hold
I don't know what can go
Feelings struck, heart line broke
Nothing the heart can't hold
Please
Hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from—
Please
Hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from—
Please
Hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from—
Please
Hide 'n seek from me, hide 'n seek from—
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Attitude, she stankin'
Don't go by her rankin'
She's that bitch
What the f*ck you thinkin'?
Comin' with no bankin'?
Wanna talk shit
Head on straight and the head is right
Focus sharp like a Focusrite
Pleasing me is a luxury
Please tell me you won't kill my vibe
Pray and I pray till the pain away
Pray to the Lord it'll rain again
Fade away, straight away I can tell you are not paid
Benjamins and Fraklins, might have to hit the bank again
Deposit what you owe, don't make me ask you for the check again
Fee-I-fi-I-fo up to the top until I fall again
Niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Benjamins, Franklins, Timberlands
Stankin' niggas, nosebleeds
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Kalon Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
BLOOM
I'm constantly trying to remember, like, okay
You have to chase your goals, but you gotta check in with your mom
And you gotta make sure your sisters are okay
You gotta make sure your bills are paid, but you gotta make sure you have fun and time for you, time for your friends
And like, I just constantly feel like I'm neglecting parts of my life
Nope, nope, God made a day 24 hours
Yeah
It's not a lot of time
Mhm
Because, you, you just can't do it all in one moment
Mhm
There's past, present, and future
You gotta put pieces in places, it's 24 hours
You take part of those hours, you do what you can do, and you go to bed
Found a place to grow
I feel wonderful
Found a place to bloom
I feel beautiful
I just wanna chase my dreams
I just wanna be like, oh my God, f*ck everything, f*ck it, I'm moving to California!
I'm following my dreams! Oh God, I'm a performer, I'm an entertainer, I'm a star!
But I can't! Because, bitch, you have to have rent
You have to have a place to live, you have to have money
You have to maintain things, and that's just the way of life
You have to chase your goals, but you gotta check in with your mom
And you gotta make sure your sisters are okay
You gotta make sure your bills are paid, but you gotta make sure you have fun and time for you, time for your friends
And like, I just constantly feel like I'm neglecting parts of my life
Nope, nope, God made a day 24 hours
Yeah
It's not a lot of time
Mhm
Because, you, you just can't do it all in one moment
Mhm
There's past, present, and future
You gotta put pieces in places, it's 24 hours
You take part of those hours, you do what you can do, and you go to bed
Found a place to grow
I feel wonderful
Found a place to bloom
I feel beautiful
I just wanna chase my dreams
I just wanna be like, oh my God, f*ck everything, f*ck it, I'm moving to California!
I'm following my dreams! Oh God, I'm a performer, I'm an entertainer, I'm a star!
But I can't! Because, bitch, you have to have rent
You have to have a place to live, you have to have money
You have to maintain things, and that's just the way of life
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Jayda Love
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
WAIT
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should just fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors?
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate
What do you think would happen?
You wait on it like a laxative
Life is just like a settlement, waiting for you to cash on it
Life is just like a bike, it don't move unless you pedaling
Less about who is better and more 'bout who blessing them
Softer than gelatin, peanuts to elephants
You dumb as a box of rocks if you think it's irrelevant
My granny been poppin' Xannies since CBS met The Nanny
My mammy dandy, she chipper than Annie
And I'm not talkin' a family, but I's been dreamin' of fishes
Since I been watching the Grammys
And I'm here to stay like the shit in your panties
I need some standing ovations since y'all can't seem to understand me
I might look fly in the matrix, I hope I'm sticking my landing
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate
Hope I'm comin' off chill
Hope I'm keepin' it real
Hope that people feel safe when they enter my crib
Still a baby by day, bad bitch by night
Still applying my gloss from red to green light
Niggas callin' my phone
Bitches callin' my phone
Private callin' my phone
Blockin' you off my phone
Bill collectors, roach and bug inspectors calling my phone
Who you checkin' if I'm disrespecting you with my tone?
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate
You should just fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors?
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate
What do you think would happen?
You wait on it like a laxative
Life is just like a settlement, waiting for you to cash on it
Life is just like a bike, it don't move unless you pedaling
Less about who is better and more 'bout who blessing them
Softer than gelatin, peanuts to elephants
You dumb as a box of rocks if you think it's irrelevant
My granny been poppin' Xannies since CBS met The Nanny
My mammy dandy, she chipper than Annie
And I'm not talkin' a family, but I's been dreamin' of fishes
Since I been watching the Grammys
And I'm here to stay like the shit in your panties
I need some standing ovations since y'all can't seem to understand me
I might look fly in the matrix, I hope I'm sticking my landing
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate
Hope I'm comin' off chill
Hope I'm keepin' it real
Hope that people feel safe when they enter my crib
Still a baby by day, bad bitch by night
Still applying my gloss from red to green light
Niggas callin' my phone
Bitches callin' my phone
Private callin' my phone
Blockin' you off my phone
Bill collectors, roach and bug inspectors calling my phone
Who you checkin' if I'm disrespecting you with my tone?
No need to bring fall back in August, September
You should fall back and wait
Who wants to clear the fog and all the smog in your mirrors
When you could just fall back and wait?
Delete your call log and clear your agenda
You should just eat what's on your plate
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Dylvinci, Henry Was
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
DEATH ROLL
Speed the freeway when I need a breeze, aye
Wine and Chinese when I feel uneasy
Fall to my knees, take a line, I needed a boost
Stumble inside of the booth, mumbling none of the truth
As sweat drips down my tits
I contemplate, how'd it ever get like this?
I contemplate, how'd I ever get this rich or get this bag?
I wonder what them labels see in a bitch this black
I wonder what my friends all think when I'm not there
I love the way my ideas flow when I'm not scared
I love the way my hips roll slow
But I don't like the way it feels when my vices are absent, I'm not there
Sleep all day, all night, no time to work, work
Ex my fiancé, can't make it work, work
Bad bitches get burned, but now that bridge is burned
And when them tables turn, ya can't call back
Ring-ring, got that call but I can't call back
Feeling all alone and I can't stall that
I got shit to prove, no time to fall back
Fall back, fall for who is where ya left that
I wonder what's the point, I wonder why fight?
I go to light the joint, I wonder why light?
I feel so ig'nant, sick of being friendly
Being friendly only bring bad business
If repetition is the master's practice
Then I'm a mathematician when it comes to fashion
Doechii-ana giving trash couture
Your fit is a detour, I'm not none of these whores
Lost friends, shed just like loose skin
I lost friends and lost kin closer than him, these loose ends
I'd rather choose me over them
These loose ends or a hymn when I'm bleeding and I'm fading out
You know I gotta up that stock, I gotta up my profit when I'm outside
Keep my composure when I'm outside sober, gotta up my profit...
Wine and Chinese when I feel uneasy
Fall to my knees, take a line, I needed a boost
Stumble inside of the booth, mumbling none of the truth
As sweat drips down my tits
I contemplate, how'd it ever get like this?
I contemplate, how'd I ever get this rich or get this bag?
I wonder what them labels see in a bitch this black
I wonder what my friends all think when I'm not there
I love the way my ideas flow when I'm not scared
I love the way my hips roll slow
But I don't like the way it feels when my vices are absent, I'm not there
Sleep all day, all night, no time to work, work
Ex my fiancé, can't make it work, work
Bad bitches get burned, but now that bridge is burned
And when them tables turn, ya can't call back
Ring-ring, got that call but I can't call back
Feeling all alone and I can't stall that
I got shit to prove, no time to fall back
Fall back, fall for who is where ya left that
I wonder what's the point, I wonder why fight?
I go to light the joint, I wonder why light?
I feel so ig'nant, sick of being friendly
Being friendly only bring bad business
If repetition is the master's practice
Then I'm a mathematician when it comes to fashion
Doechii-ana giving trash couture
Your fit is a detour, I'm not none of these whores
Lost friends, shed just like loose skin
I lost friends and lost kin closer than him, these loose ends
I'd rather choose me over them
These loose ends or a hymn when I'm bleeding and I'm fading out
You know I gotta up that stock, I gotta up my profit when I'm outside
Keep my composure when I'm outside sober, gotta up my profit...
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Malik Ninety Five
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
PROFIT
Dirt under my fingernails, blood on my top hat
Nigga talkin' tough, I had to peel the nigga top back
Flowin' on the beat, my engineer gon' mute the talkback
Black bitches always bendin' backwards on a soft mat
Doin' acrobatics, fallin' face first, ass down
I was playin' father figure, now I'm makin' six now
Six figures, now my shit's bigger and you're sick now
Who woulda thought that Jaylah Hickmon be a hit now?
I rep my city despite the fact that they hated me
I'm breakin' bread with bird bitches like catering
I'm makin' peace with the fact that I'm goin' pop and shit
I'm makin' pop and shit, but I'm still poppin' shit
My label hate the direction I'm goin', they knock my shit
Stick to the plan and ignore 'em, I can't acknowledge it
They don't make statues of critics, they don't make statues of fans
I'm not no poli-ma-tician, I can't be shakin' them hands
F*ck modest, f*ck polished, f*ck the politics
I pledge allegiance to the motherf*ckin' profit, bitch
Jaylah Hickmon?
Hello?
You in the booth still?
We're recordin' right now
You're record-
Nah, man, I'm just really proud of you though, I mean, that's, that's all
I just, just wanna tell you that I'm proud of you, I love you, like
Talk your shit, go crazy
I mean, go be the icon that you are, that's all
Nigga talkin' tough, I had to peel the nigga top back
Flowin' on the beat, my engineer gon' mute the talkback
Black bitches always bendin' backwards on a soft mat
Doin' acrobatics, fallin' face first, ass down
I was playin' father figure, now I'm makin' six now
Six figures, now my shit's bigger and you're sick now
Who woulda thought that Jaylah Hickmon be a hit now?
I rep my city despite the fact that they hated me
I'm breakin' bread with bird bitches like catering
I'm makin' peace with the fact that I'm goin' pop and shit
I'm makin' pop and shit, but I'm still poppin' shit
My label hate the direction I'm goin', they knock my shit
Stick to the plan and ignore 'em, I can't acknowledge it
They don't make statues of critics, they don't make statues of fans
I'm not no poli-ma-tician, I can't be shakin' them hands
F*ck modest, f*ck polished, f*ck the politics
I pledge allegiance to the motherf*ckin' profit, bitch
Jaylah Hickmon?
Hello?
You in the booth still?
We're recordin' right now
You're record-
Nah, man, I'm just really proud of you though, I mean, that's, that's all
I just, just wanna tell you that I'm proud of you, I love you, like
Talk your shit, go crazy
I mean, go be the icon that you are, that's all
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Mike Hector, David A. Duodo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
BOOM BAP
Boom bap
Rap, rap, rappity-rap-rap
Rappity-rap, pfff, boom bap-bap-bap-bap
They said they-
Camper, they said they want me to rap
They want real rap from a bitch like they out-rappin' a bitch
Yeah, she can clap a lil' bit, do that, they ain't sayin' shit
That ass a magnet, I get it, you know, attractive and shit
I just can't sing a lil' bit? I mean, that shit was a hit
You know exactly what it is, the choir gon' sing what it is
Top one hundred, what it is? Numero uno, what it is?
Favorite song, what it is? Turn me on, what it is?
Even the moms know what it is, but y'all niggas can't see what it is
What-? What the-? Well, what the f*ck is it? What it is, what it-
What the f*ck is it? Boom bap cap, boom bap rap
Boom bap cap, boom bap, brrt
Get Top on the phone
Tell them it's a rap, nigga, get Top on the phone
Tell 'em it's all rap, nigga
Say it's real and it's rap
And it boom and it bap
And it bounce and it clap
And it's house and it's trap
It's everything
I'm everything, mh
Boom bap, boom rap
Boom pat-kack-kack
Boom cat in the hat
Boom bap-pat-cat, oh
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Bup-bup-bup-bup) mhm
(Talk to 'em, Doechii)
I gave my soul to this shit
Eight lumps of coal for this shit
Went on the road for this shit
Played humble for this shit
Muggsy Bogues with this shit
Might call J. Cole for this shit
I'm with the bull and the shits
I'm goin' home with this shit, God
Get Top on the phone
Get him on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone (phone)
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone (phone)
Rap, rap, rappity-rap-rap
Rappity-rap, pfff, boom bap-bap-bap-bap
They said they-
Camper, they said they want me to rap
They want real rap from a bitch like they out-rappin' a bitch
Yeah, she can clap a lil' bit, do that, they ain't sayin' shit
That ass a magnet, I get it, you know, attractive and shit
I just can't sing a lil' bit? I mean, that shit was a hit
You know exactly what it is, the choir gon' sing what it is
Top one hundred, what it is? Numero uno, what it is?
Favorite song, what it is? Turn me on, what it is?
Even the moms know what it is, but y'all niggas can't see what it is
What-? What the-? Well, what the f*ck is it? What it is, what it-
What the f*ck is it? Boom bap cap, boom bap rap
Boom bap cap, boom bap, brrt
Get Top on the phone
Tell them it's a rap, nigga, get Top on the phone
Tell 'em it's all rap, nigga
Say it's real and it's rap
And it boom and it bap
And it bounce and it clap
And it's house and it's trap
It's everything
I'm everything, mh
Boom bap, boom rap
Boom pat-kack-kack
Boom cat in the hat
Boom bap-pat-cat, oh
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Bup-bup-bup-bup) mhm
(Talk to 'em, Doechii)
I gave my soul to this shit
Eight lumps of coal for this shit
Went on the road for this shit
Played humble for this shit
Muggsy Bogues with this shit
Might call J. Cole for this shit
I'm with the bull and the shits
I'm goin' home with this shit, God
Get Top on the phone
Get him on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone (phone)
Get Top on the phone
Get Top on the phone (phone)
Writer: Darhyl Camper, Darius Scott, Jaylah Hickmon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
NISSAN ALTIMA
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Doechii (?) She freaky
Cunnilingus, Dalai Lama
Doechii cooler than a fan, but she get hotter than a sauna
Take a trip out of Japan and I tsunami her vagina
Wine and dine her, Benihana
I'm the new hip-hop Madonna
I'm the new hip-hop Madonna
I'm the trap Grace Jones
I don't know what type of motherf*ckin' crack they on
I'm like Carrie Bradshaw with a back brace on
I been carrying you bitches now for way too long
I'm a
Black bitch
Purple cunt
Stack chips
Smoke a blunt
All beef
Gets smoked
I'm a real fly bitch, you in coach hoe
I'm a real Bi bitch, every coast hoe
She was talkin' on the net
She won't approach though
I got these bitches white face, you a ghost hoe
You a Doechii stan
Stand on the post hoe
Suck it up, stand up, say that shit with your chest
You bitches barking over bones, I got digits to fetch
I can't do pictures, I'm too busy, I don't deal with the press
You the type of hoe to leave a broke nigga impressed
You look a mess, hoe
Broke dick got you lookin' real stressed, hoe
These broke niggas ain't cunt or fetch, hoe
Stay up, stay woke, stay blessed hoe
You need to
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin'
Put the motherf*ckin' money in my motherf*ckin' hands
I'm in Gucci in a bonnet, spendin' motherf*ckin' bands
I got haters, I got fans
I got stans in the stands
Do they love her or do they hate her? Either way they spendin' bands
I could really give a damn
I could really give a f*ck
Long as you bitches know what's up
It's Doechii bitch
Miss D-O-E
Don Dada, bitch
You notice me
They like "Doechii, you delulu
You a loose screw
She really givin' cunt and the pussy voodoo
She swapped the old nigga for a bitch named new new
She munchin' on the box while she watchin' Hulu"
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Doechii (?) She freaky
Cunnilingus, Dalai Lama
Doechii cooler than a fan, but she get hotter than a sauna
Take a trip out of Japan and I tsunami her vagina
Wine and dine her, Benihana
I'm the new hip-hop Madonna
I'm the new hip-hop Madonna
I'm the trap Grace Jones
I don't know what type of motherf*ckin' crack they on
I'm like Carrie Bradshaw with a back brace on
I been carrying you bitches now for way too long
I'm a
Black bitch
Purple cunt
Stack chips
Smoke a blunt
All beef
Gets smoked
I'm a real fly bitch, you in coach hoe
I'm a real Bi bitch, every coast hoe
She was talkin' on the net
She won't approach though
I got these bitches white face, you a ghost hoe
You a Doechii stan
Stand on the post hoe
Suck it up, stand up, say that shit with your chest
You bitches barking over bones, I got digits to fetch
I can't do pictures, I'm too busy, I don't deal with the press
You the type of hoe to leave a broke nigga impressed
You look a mess, hoe
Broke dick got you lookin' real stressed, hoe
These broke niggas ain't cunt or fetch, hoe
Stay up, stay woke, stay blessed hoe
You need to
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin'
Put the motherf*ckin' money in my motherf*ckin' hands
I'm in Gucci in a bonnet, spendin' motherf*ckin' bands
I got haters, I got fans
I got stans in the stands
Do they love her or do they hate her? Either way they spendin' bands
I could really give a damn
I could really give a f*ck
Long as you bitches know what's up
It's Doechii bitch
Miss D-O-E
Don Dada, bitch
You notice me
They like "Doechii, you delulu
You a loose screw
She really givin' cunt and the pussy voodoo
She swapped the old nigga for a bitch named new new
She munchin' on the box while she watchin' Hulu"
Wake up, a-cup
Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face f*ck
Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff
Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up
Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked
Put your muhf*ckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough
Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhf*ckin' princess
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Randle Markus Alandrus
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
GTFO
Got my move
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Move, bitch, get out the way
If you plan on heavy steppin', girl, you better chassé
Peter Piper pimpin' poker, call me Mrs. Parlay
And I'm carryin' these bitches like my period late
Why you say I do that shit when I didn't do that shit?
Pull up lookin' like a lick
Then I sped off in a Benz
Victoria Secret
She in lingerie and shit
Two feet, kickin' shit
We on lean just doin' shit
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way (Bitch, move)
Get the f*ck out my way bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Pussy bitch, get thee f*ck
Get the whip, my Bentley truck
Pussy ho keep startin' shit
Blicky make her dive and duck
Blicky make her dive and duck, extendo make her hokey-po
Line these pussy bitches up and make 'em do the do-si-do
Go on, bitch
I got the clip and the banana, two-tone, bitch
I feel like Thanos in this bitch, I'm too stoned, bitch
I be like, fft, fft, fft, fft, then I'm gone, bitch
I be like, fft, then I'm gone
Higher than a drone
Pussy ho, leave me alone
I be on these bitches minds, in they heads just like a comb
I'm too grown, I'm too on, I'm too rich, and I'm too stoned
What the f*ck is you on?
Get the f*ck out my home, uh, yeah
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way (Bitch, move)
Get the f*ck out my way bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Bitch move, bitch scram, I go apeshit, I go ham
Swear I f*ck me up a bitch, swear I fight me up a man
Talkin' shit on Instagram, see me and start stutterin'
I stomp a bitch out in my fancy Timberlands
I'm drinking porn-star martinis in my itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot bikini
You wanna be me, you can't be me
Hoes give me the heebie jeebies
Hoes give me the, uh
I don't wanna mingle, you know what to do when you see me
No, I'm serious, though
Get the f*ck out my way bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Move, bitch, get out the way
If you plan on heavy steppin', girl, you better chassé
Peter Piper pimpin' poker, call me Mrs. Parlay
And I'm carryin' these bitches like my period late
Why you say I do that shit when I didn't do that shit?
Pull up lookin' like a lick
Then I sped off in a Benz
Victoria Secret
She in lingerie and shit
Two feet, kickin' shit
We on lean just doin' shit
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way (Bitch, move)
Get the f*ck out my way bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Pussy bitch, get thee f*ck
Get the whip, my Bentley truck
Pussy ho keep startin' shit
Blicky make her dive and duck
Blicky make her dive and duck, extendo make her hokey-po
Line these pussy bitches up and make 'em do the do-si-do
Go on, bitch
I got the clip and the banana, two-tone, bitch
I feel like Thanos in this bitch, I'm too stoned, bitch
I be like, fft, fft, fft, fft, then I'm gone, bitch
I be like, fft, then I'm gone
Higher than a drone
Pussy ho, leave me alone
I be on these bitches minds, in they heads just like a comb
I'm too grown, I'm too on, I'm too rich, and I'm too stoned
What the f*ck is you on?
Get the f*ck out my home, uh, yeah
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch
Get the f*ck out my way (Bitch, move)
Get the f*ck out my way bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Bitch move, bitch scram, I go apeshit, I go ham
Swear I f*ck me up a bitch, swear I fight me up a man
Talkin' shit on Instagram, see me and start stutterin'
I stomp a bitch out in my fancy Timberlands
I'm drinking porn-star martinis in my itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot bikini
You wanna be me, you can't be me
Hoes give me the heebie jeebies
Hoes give me the, uh
I don't wanna mingle, you know what to do when you see me
No, I'm serious, though
Get the f*ck out my way bitch
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way, bitch (Move)
Get the f*ck out my way
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Devin Malik
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
HUH!
Top on, yeah
Give me top, uh-huh, yeah
Give top, uh-huh, yeah
He give me top, uh-huh, yeah
Give me top, uh-huh, yeah
5 a.m. Top Hill, okay
New Richard Mille on my wrist, okay
Top floor maid, that mean she paid
500 bill for my meal, okay
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
500K on my wrist, okay
5 a.m. Top Hill, okay
Okay
Niggas, let's face it, niggas too basic
Niggas complacent, face it
Niggas front page then shapeshift
Niggas turn page, they changin', I'm gaugin'
Niggas switch lanes, no face, no case
Niggas switch states, new name, new face
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
Exactly
Exactly
Okay
He want my stash, uh-huh
He want my bag, uh-huh
Shawty got thrashed, uh-huh
She got ass (In the trunk)
He want my bag, can't let him have it
He want my bag, uh-huh
Broke niggas spazzin', uh-huh
The have and the haven'ts, uh-huh, huh
5 a.m. Top Hill, okay
New Richard Mille on my wrist, okay
Top floor maid, that mean she paid
500 bill for my meal, okay
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
500K on my wrist, okay
5 a.m. Top Hill, okay
Exactly
Exactly
Okay, okay, okay
Give me top, uh-huh, yeah
Give top, uh-huh, yeah
He give me top, uh-huh, yeah
Give me top, uh-huh, yeah
5 a.m. Top Hill, okay
New Richard Mille on my wrist, okay
Top floor maid, that mean she paid
500 bill for my meal, okay
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
500K on my wrist, okay
5 a.m. Top Hill, okay
Okay
Niggas, let's face it, niggas too basic
Niggas complacent, face it
Niggas front page then shapeshift
Niggas turn page, they changin', I'm gaugin'
Niggas switch lanes, no face, no case
Niggas switch states, new name, new face
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
Exactly
Exactly
Okay
He want my stash, uh-huh
He want my bag, uh-huh
Shawty got thrashed, uh-huh
She got ass (In the trunk)
He want my bag, can't let him have it
He want my bag, uh-huh
Broke niggas spazzin', uh-huh
The have and the haven'ts, uh-huh, huh
5 a.m. Top Hill, okay
New Richard Mille on my wrist, okay
Top floor maid, that mean she paid
500 bill for my meal, okay
New car don't need gassin'
I'm so ahead of this fashion
500K on my wrist, okay
5 a.m. Top Hill, okay
Exactly
Exactly
Okay, okay, okay
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Devin Malik
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
SLIDE
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
You the superstar, I'm the stage
Slide when you want, it's a wave
Call when you want, that's the way it go
Got me, bouta put you on the payroll
You the superstar, I'm the stage
Slide when you want, it's a wave
Call when you want, that's the way it go
Got me, bouta put you on the payroll
You gon' be type to hit it low-low-low-low
Drop it down to the floor now
Try to hit it right but hit it slow-low-low-low
Talkin' fast, bring it lower
He gon' bring the top down, bring the top down
When I hit him, it's a knockout, it's a knockout
Bring it lower
You hit it, I hit it slower
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
I slip, you slide
I whip, you drive
You lie, I trip, we fight
I seal, you sell, I buy
Drip, life
Taking me out for a ride
Lime and Patrón, yeah, yeah
You got me gone, yeah, yeah
Face so pretty, need a facelift
Slide 'round on me on the late shift
Ass so big you could bake it
Got a nigga so deep, hope he make it
He gon' bring the top down, bring the top down
When I hit him, it's a knockout, it's a knockout
Bring it lower
You hit it, I hit it slower
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Groupie
Yeah, yeah
Toolie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Groupie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I do the most when I hop on the dick
Talk that shit when I drop in a split
And he don't need lotion when I fall in the mix
Get that motion and fall in the bliss
And he sip that potion all in the whip
Got that wet, keep 'em all on my hip
And I'm doing the most for ya, yeah
Doing the most for ya, most for ya
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
You the superstar, I'm the stage
Slide when you want, it's a wave
Call when you want, that's the way it go
Got me, bouta put you on the payroll
You the superstar, I'm the stage
Slide when you want, it's a wave
Call when you want, that's the way it go
Got me, bouta put you on the payroll
You gon' be type to hit it low-low-low-low
Drop it down to the floor now
Try to hit it right but hit it slow-low-low-low
Talkin' fast, bring it lower
He gon' bring the top down, bring the top down
When I hit him, it's a knockout, it's a knockout
Bring it lower
You hit it, I hit it slower
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
I slip, you slide
I whip, you drive
You lie, I trip, we fight
I seal, you sell, I buy
Drip, life
Taking me out for a ride
Lime and Patrón, yeah, yeah
You got me gone, yeah, yeah
Face so pretty, need a facelift
Slide 'round on me on the late shift
Ass so big you could bake it
Got a nigga so deep, hope he make it
He gon' bring the top down, bring the top down
When I hit him, it's a knockout, it's a knockout
Bring it lower
You hit it, I hit it slower
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Groupie
Yeah, yeah
Toolie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Groupie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I do the most when I hop on the dick
Talk that shit when I drop in a split
And he don't need lotion when I fall in the mix
Get that motion and fall in the bliss
And he sip that potion all in the whip
Got that wet, keep 'em all on my hip
And I'm doing the most for ya, yeah
Doing the most for ya, most for ya
He like the way I move
He like the way I groove
Droppin' it down, I'm woozy
He love the way I'm choosy
Don't wanna go, I'll stay
Keepin' me on all day
Fixin' me up, no tooley
Keepin' me on, no groupie
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Kalon Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
FIREFLIES
Sick of niggas calling me childish
All I gotta show is my mileage
Niggas ain't cut right, tracing
I been up so late, you been up so late
Thinking 'bout you, no Frank shit
Thinking 'bout you and your fragrance
Tricking on hoes, like Sally on toes
I'm throwing these shots, no picking me up
Throwing these shots, no Smith 'n', yeah
Curling me up like mittens, yeah
Throwing shit back, no photo
All of that shit worth mentioning
Clenching these walls till you're calling my name
I'm writing these songs till you're hearing my pain
Last Balmain got the last bitch up
So it's one last try in the back of your truck
You gon' want sneak up a Linksters
You gon' want sit, smoke, stare at the blinker
You going way too far with the finger
I'ma fall back, tss-tss, like a sprinkler
Don't call back till I bling-bling-bling
And we gon' f*ck 'round, do the same damn thing
We going off the stove like bossa nova
Hotter than Hell's Kitchen, let's
Let's get to f*cking, kissing
Let's get to munching, holding, gripping
'Stead of that "Niggas ain't worth the mention"
Let's get to biting, soaking, sippin'
My body do things for you that I've never seen her do
I open my spleen for you
And I can do shit that you wouldn't believe
I'ma surrender my body to please you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Open up, get the f*ck, this a love drug
We go up, up above these assumptions
Push it out, get it out, mister monster
In, out, in, out
Ooh, you could never say I never f*cked with you
And you could never say I never made love to you
You could never say I never tried
In, out, in, out
In, out
I make love to you
I make love to you
Baby, drive me crazy
Baby, so so shady, that's my baby, yuh
That my lil' baby, drive me crazy
Don't let me down, fireflies
Keep the light till it's over
Underground overtime
Keep the light till there's closure
Tried to take my time with you, you're always on my mind
Always from the side of view, that shadow's what I lack
Please keep me from discrepancies that hold me from my light
I tried to take my time with you but I—
Don't let me down, fireflies
Keep the light till it's over
Underground overtime
Keep the light till there's closure
All I gotta show is my mileage
Niggas ain't cut right, tracing
I been up so late, you been up so late
Thinking 'bout you, no Frank shit
Thinking 'bout you and your fragrance
Tricking on hoes, like Sally on toes
I'm throwing these shots, no picking me up
Throwing these shots, no Smith 'n', yeah
Curling me up like mittens, yeah
Throwing shit back, no photo
All of that shit worth mentioning
Clenching these walls till you're calling my name
I'm writing these songs till you're hearing my pain
Last Balmain got the last bitch up
So it's one last try in the back of your truck
You gon' want sneak up a Linksters
You gon' want sit, smoke, stare at the blinker
You going way too far with the finger
I'ma fall back, tss-tss, like a sprinkler
Don't call back till I bling-bling-bling
And we gon' f*ck 'round, do the same damn thing
We going off the stove like bossa nova
Hotter than Hell's Kitchen, let's
Let's get to f*cking, kissing
Let's get to munching, holding, gripping
'Stead of that "Niggas ain't worth the mention"
Let's get to biting, soaking, sippin'
My body do things for you that I've never seen her do
I open my spleen for you
And I can do shit that you wouldn't believe
I'ma surrender my body to please you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Open up, get the f*ck, this a love drug
We go up, up above these assumptions
Push it out, get it out, mister monster
In, out, in, out
Ooh, you could never say I never f*cked with you
And you could never say I never made love to you
You could never say I never tried
In, out, in, out
In, out
I make love to you
I make love to you
Baby, drive me crazy
Baby, so so shady, that's my baby, yuh
That my lil' baby, drive me crazy
Don't let me down, fireflies
Keep the light till it's over
Underground overtime
Keep the light till there's closure
Tried to take my time with you, you're always on my mind
Always from the side of view, that shadow's what I lack
Please keep me from discrepancies that hold me from my light
I tried to take my time with you but I—
Don't let me down, fireflies
Keep the light till it's over
Underground overtime
Keep the light till there's closure
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Taylor Sader, Ahmanti Booker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
BEVERLY HILLS
It's done, it's dead, I'm not hitting him up anymore
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost
Sick of, yeah
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
Straight up, yeah
Thinking 'bout another life without you
Fed up, yeah
You never really were my type
Straight up, yeah
But let me talk my shit tonight
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (Yeah)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (Okay)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (And you lost)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (I talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (When I walk in)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
But let me talk my shit (Had that grip and you lost it)
(Too broke) To be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
(You don't) Recognize who you is
You missing out on rent, could compromise where we live
(And I won't) Try to brag in your ear
But every time you speak, I'm just interpreting fear
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh
You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh at the shit ass jokes that you're talking
You should be glad that I ain't breaking the glass that you bought last year for my birthday
I do big things, I got big plans, I got big dreams, need a real man
You down real bad if you think I'ma not talk-talk how I walk that walk
(Too broke) To be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
(You don't) Recognize who you is
You missing out on rent, could compromise where we live
(And I won't) Try to brag in your ear
But every time you speak, I'm just interpreting fear
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh
Sick of
Tossing over crumbs in my silk sheets
Straight up
You're thinking 'bout another girl and not me
Fed up
I never really was your type
Was I? (Yeah)
But, baby, talk your shit tonight
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (Talk-talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (Walk-walk)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (Lock in)
Had that grip and you lost it
(Too broke) And every sigh is a sign of the times
Find time to get high, get away from a bad vibe
A fine line between a ho and a dime
I'd die if I tried being caught on your sidelines
You drive by in the car that I bought (That I bought)
You get by on the way that I walk (That I walk)
You're down bad if you think I'ma not talk-talk how I walk, gotta walk that walk
So ooh
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (You don't)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (And I won't)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (It's hard)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost
Sick of, yeah
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
Straight up, yeah
Thinking 'bout another life without you
Fed up, yeah
You never really were my type
Straight up, yeah
But let me talk my shit tonight
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (Yeah)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (Okay)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (And you lost)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (I talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (When I walk in)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
But let me talk my shit (Had that grip and you lost it)
(Too broke) To be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
(You don't) Recognize who you is
You missing out on rent, could compromise where we live
(And I won't) Try to brag in your ear
But every time you speak, I'm just interpreting fear
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh
You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh at the shit ass jokes that you're talking
You should be glad that I ain't breaking the glass that you bought last year for my birthday
I do big things, I got big plans, I got big dreams, need a real man
You down real bad if you think I'ma not talk-talk how I walk that walk
(Too broke) To be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
(You don't) Recognize who you is
You missing out on rent, could compromise where we live
(And I won't) Try to brag in your ear
But every time you speak, I'm just interpreting fear
It's hard
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh
Sick of
Tossing over crumbs in my silk sheets
Straight up
You're thinking 'bout another girl and not me
Fed up
I never really was your type
Was I? (Yeah)
But, baby, talk your shit tonight
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (Talk-talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (Walk-walk)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (Lock in)
Had that grip and you lost it
(Too broke) And every sigh is a sign of the times
Find time to get high, get away from a bad vibe
A fine line between a ho and a dime
I'd die if I tried being caught on your sidelines
You drive by in the car that I bought (That I bought)
You get by on the way that I walk (That I walk)
You're down bad if you think I'ma not talk-talk how I walk, gotta walk that walk
So ooh
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (You don't)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (And I won't)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (It's hard)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Devin Malik
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
ALLIGATOR BITES NEVER HEAL
Better off, here alone
Better off, here alone
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Bare-feet in the parking lot
Dancing with the car light on
Gas tank running on and on
Won't you dance with me?
Farewell to the sunny days
Sache through the cloudy days
Dancing through the summer haze
Won't you dance?
Won't you dance with me?
May I have—?
Won't you dance with me?
May I have—?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
May I have this dance?
Won't you dance with me?
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
You gotta understand, the path that you going on, everybody can't go
And you can't take everybody where you're going
You remember I used to talk to about the story about Abraham and Lot
And how he wanted to take Lot with him? Everybody can't go where you're going
Better off, here alone
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
Bare-feet in the parking lot
Dancing with the car light on
Gas tank running on and on
Won't you dance with me?
Farewell to the sunny days
Sache through the cloudy days
Dancing through the summer haze
Won't you dance?
Won't you dance with me?
May I have—?
Won't you dance with me?
May I have—?
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
May I have this dance?
Won't you dance with me?
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
I love you yes, I love you not
Won't you dance with me?
Won't you dance with me?
You gotta understand, the path that you going on, everybody can't go
And you can't take everybody where you're going
You remember I used to talk to about the story about Abraham and Lot
And how he wanted to take Lot with him? Everybody can't go where you're going
Writer: Jaylah Hickmon, Miles Franklin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
