The summer's over and we're watchin' the sun finally set
Seems like it's forever now, but forever's here
Cruise out of the town in a rental
The same in the silence crescendo
But you the only one I miss
Cause you the only one I..
Summer's over, and I feel the same way you do
Yea, yea
Come on baby, girl come on
Come on baby, girl come on
You don't want a lazy lover
Just switch your model find another
Come on baby, come oh girl
Come home baby, come home girl
How you feelin', how you feel?
Let a real one take the wheel
Girl the summer's fallin' and we're watchin' the sun finally set
Sometimes I hear the ocean, while drivin' down Oceans
Girl the ocean's callin' your name
Cruise out of the town in a rental
The same in the silence crescendo
But you the only one I miss
Cause you the only one I..
Summer's over, and I feel the same way you do
Yea, yea
Come on baby, girl come on
Come on baby, girl come on
You don't want a lazy lover
Just switch your model find another
Come on baby, come oh girl
Come home baby, come home girl
How you feelin', how you feel?
Let a real one take the wheel
Come on baby
Come home baby
How you feelin' how you feel?
Let a real one take the wheel
Partynextdoor - PARTYNEXTDOOR Two Album Lyrics
Partynextdoor - PARTYNEXTDOOR Two Lyrics
Writer: JAHRON BRATHWAITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
SLS
She call me Private PARTY SLS
She f*ck with Khaled just cause we the best
IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress
F*ck that shit, you know I need the sex
I'm with a stripper and we in the church
Don't tell my damn mama where you work
Hit the corner, girl we leave at ten
Told my nigga that you'd bring a friend
Yeah, you still fire, I ain't need a BIC
I got money, I don't need a bitch
He yo' snitch, she yo' snitch now
Niggas telling on me to my bitch now
A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em
Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you?
He your ex, I'm your ex too
Shawty I never could talk shit you know I got it for you
She call me Private PARTY SLS
She f*ck with Khaled just cause we the best
IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress
F*ck that shit, you know I need the sex
Don't I make it work?
She said knowing me I'd probably make it hurt
On your grandma and you momma life
Promise you gon' make it out this shit alive
Marry rich cause girl we came from nothin'
She learned that shit just from her older cousin
Bust a U-ie, well baby get to busting
Party on her fingernails for when she finger f*cking
A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em
Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you?
He your ex, I'm your ex too
Shawty I never could talk shit you know I got it for you
She call me Private PARTY SLS
She f*ck with Khaled just cause we the best
IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress
F*ck that shit, you know I need the sex
I'm with a stripper and we in the church
Don't tell my damn mama where you work
Hit the corner, girl we leave at ten
Told my nigga that you'd bring a friend
Yeah, you still fire, I ain't need a BIC
I got money, I don't need a bitch
He yo' snitch, she yo' snitch now
Niggas telling on me to my bitch now
A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em
Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you?
He your ex, I'm your ex too
Shawty I never could talk shit you know I got it for you
She f*ck with Khaled just cause we the best
IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress
F*ck that shit, you know I need the sex
I'm with a stripper and we in the church
Don't tell my damn mama where you work
Hit the corner, girl we leave at ten
Told my nigga that you'd bring a friend
Yeah, you still fire, I ain't need a BIC
I got money, I don't need a bitch
He yo' snitch, she yo' snitch now
Niggas telling on me to my bitch now
A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em
Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you?
He your ex, I'm your ex too
Shawty I never could talk shit you know I got it for you
She call me Private PARTY SLS
She f*ck with Khaled just cause we the best
IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress
F*ck that shit, you know I need the sex
Don't I make it work?
She said knowing me I'd probably make it hurt
On your grandma and you momma life
Promise you gon' make it out this shit alive
Marry rich cause girl we came from nothin'
She learned that shit just from her older cousin
Bust a U-ie, well baby get to busting
Party on her fingernails for when she finger f*cking
A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em
Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you?
He your ex, I'm your ex too
Shawty I never could talk shit you know I got it for you
She call me Private PARTY SLS
She f*ck with Khaled just cause we the best
IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress
F*ck that shit, you know I need the sex
I'm with a stripper and we in the church
Don't tell my damn mama where you work
Hit the corner, girl we leave at ten
Told my nigga that you'd bring a friend
Yeah, you still fire, I ain't need a BIC
I got money, I don't need a bitch
He yo' snitch, she yo' snitch now
Niggas telling on me to my bitch now
A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em
Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you?
He your ex, I'm your ex too
Shawty I never could talk shit you know I got it for you
Writer: JAHRON BRATHWAITE, RYAN MARTINEZ, JEROME LANE, KEITH SWEAT, BOBBY CRAWFORD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Sex On The Beach
Girl, you're so sexy
Everybody should see your body
Girl, you're so sexy
I think, everyone should see you
Everyone should see you in the open
Baby, open up for me
Open, keep it open, by the ocean
Yeah, lipstick wrapped around my lemonade glass
Starin' right at her but don't know where she's at
(Tell me, the sun goin' up and shit, purple in the sky, feelin' good)
And now we're here at Miami Dade
Finally here and I'm finally wasted
All I'm really tryin' to say
Is we could cool delays
All the sex in the ocean
All the sex on the beach
All the sex in the open
All the sex in the heat
Girl you so sexy
You don't know what to do with all the attention on you
All the affection, all the attention
All these intentions towards you
Tonight
That's right, that's right
Where you at?
Summertime shit
And now we're here at Miami Dade
Finally here and I'm finally wasted
All I'm really tryin' to say
Is we could cool delays
All the sex in the ocean
All the sex on the beach
All the sex in the open
All the sex in the heat
Summertime shit, Party!
One time for my niggas, one time
Two times for my bitches, two times
Everybody should see your body
Girl, you're so sexy
I think, everyone should see you
Everyone should see you in the open
Baby, open up for me
Open, keep it open, by the ocean
Yeah, lipstick wrapped around my lemonade glass
Starin' right at her but don't know where she's at
(Tell me, the sun goin' up and shit, purple in the sky, feelin' good)
And now we're here at Miami Dade
Finally here and I'm finally wasted
All I'm really tryin' to say
Is we could cool delays
All the sex in the ocean
All the sex on the beach
All the sex in the open
All the sex in the heat
Girl you so sexy
You don't know what to do with all the attention on you
All the affection, all the attention
All these intentions towards you
Tonight
That's right, that's right
Where you at?
Summertime shit
And now we're here at Miami Dade
Finally here and I'm finally wasted
All I'm really tryin' to say
Is we could cool delays
All the sex in the ocean
All the sex on the beach
All the sex in the open
All the sex in the heat
Summertime shit, Party!
One time for my niggas, one time
Two times for my bitches, two times
Writer: SAM SMITH, JAMES NAPIER, GUY LAWRENCE, HOWARD LAWRENCE, JASON BRATHWAITE, SEAN MICHAEL SEATON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing
Her Way
Yeah, I see her, PX
Swear I'm gone, gettin' gone with my niggas (yeah)
We hit the club, niggas cups full of jealous (yeah)
We in the back and we muggin' to T.I. (you know it)
And I'm with a bad bitch and I got an idea (oh yeah)
I'll still say, this bitch looks like Lindsay Lohan (Lindsay Lohan)
She gets down just like Lindsay Lohan (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Round the block, she's not showin' nothin'
That bitch bad, watch her blow a whole band
She gets her way (way, way, way)
(It's like every time)
(Like any time of day)
(In every single way) girl, when she gets her way (way, way, way)
(Yeah, that's just how she ball)
(That's just how she hustles)
(No clue how she does it)
She gets her way, way
Shawty said she wanna roll with the Sauga City come up (ride with the come up)
She wasn't on a roll, now she roll with a winner (rollin' marijuana, ooh, yeah)
See them dark-skin girls in them light-skin crews
Yeah, we see you (see you, baby)
But she the light-skin girl in a light-skin crew (yeah)
She don't know what to do
I'll still say, this bitch looks like Lindsay Lohan (Lindsay Lohan)
She gets down just like Lindsay Lohan (just like Lindsay Lo')
Round the block, she's not showin' nothin' (not showin' nothin)
That bitch bad, watch her blow a whole band
She gets her way (way, way, way)
(It's like every time)
(Like any time of day)
(In every single way) girl, when she gets her way (way, way, way)
(Yeah, that's just how she ball)
(That's just how she hustles)
(No clue how she does it)
She gets her way, way (she gets her way)
She just turned twenty-five
But she wanna roll with young niggas like
Roll with the clique, oh, roll with the clique
Now she say
Gone, gettin' gone with them niggas (gone with them niggas)
Swear I just saw her say
We in the back and we muggin' to T.I (and you know it)
Swear I just saw her say
Gone, gettin' gone with them niggas
If this what she want to be gone gettin' gone (gettin' gone)
Gone, she can have her way
Oh, no, no, ooh (gone, gone, gone, baby, gone)
Yeah-yeah, yeah
No, baby
Oh, you could have your way
No, no, ooh-ooh
She gets her way (way, way, way)
(It's like every time)
(Like any time of day)
(In every single way)
Girl, when she gets her way (she gets her way, way, way)
(That's just how she ball)
(That's just how she hustles)
(No clue how she does it)
She gets her way, way
She gets her way, way
(Party)
Swear I'm gone, gettin' gone with my niggas (yeah)
We hit the club, niggas cups full of jealous (yeah)
We in the back and we muggin' to T.I. (you know it)
And I'm with a bad bitch and I got an idea (oh yeah)
I'll still say, this bitch looks like Lindsay Lohan (Lindsay Lohan)
She gets down just like Lindsay Lohan (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Round the block, she's not showin' nothin'
That bitch bad, watch her blow a whole band
She gets her way (way, way, way)
(It's like every time)
(Like any time of day)
(In every single way) girl, when she gets her way (way, way, way)
(Yeah, that's just how she ball)
(That's just how she hustles)
(No clue how she does it)
She gets her way, way
Shawty said she wanna roll with the Sauga City come up (ride with the come up)
She wasn't on a roll, now she roll with a winner (rollin' marijuana, ooh, yeah)
See them dark-skin girls in them light-skin crews
Yeah, we see you (see you, baby)
But she the light-skin girl in a light-skin crew (yeah)
She don't know what to do
I'll still say, this bitch looks like Lindsay Lohan (Lindsay Lohan)
She gets down just like Lindsay Lohan (just like Lindsay Lo')
Round the block, she's not showin' nothin' (not showin' nothin)
That bitch bad, watch her blow a whole band
She gets her way (way, way, way)
(It's like every time)
(Like any time of day)
(In every single way) girl, when she gets her way (way, way, way)
(Yeah, that's just how she ball)
(That's just how she hustles)
(No clue how she does it)
She gets her way, way (she gets her way)
She just turned twenty-five
But she wanna roll with young niggas like
Roll with the clique, oh, roll with the clique
Now she say
Gone, gettin' gone with them niggas (gone with them niggas)
Swear I just saw her say
We in the back and we muggin' to T.I (and you know it)
Swear I just saw her say
Gone, gettin' gone with them niggas
If this what she want to be gone gettin' gone (gettin' gone)
Gone, she can have her way
Oh, no, no, ooh (gone, gone, gone, baby, gone)
Yeah-yeah, yeah
No, baby
Oh, you could have your way
No, no, ooh-ooh
She gets her way (way, way, way)
(It's like every time)
(Like any time of day)
(In every single way)
Girl, when she gets her way (she gets her way, way, way)
(That's just how she ball)
(That's just how she hustles)
(No clue how she does it)
She gets her way, way
She gets her way, way
(Party)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Belong To The City
If I knew I was wastin' my time
Would end up wastin' my time
With all these shoulda coulda wouldas
I'm in her ear one time
Tryna tell her how I ride
She heard it all
I know she heard it all
Girl I can change your life
But you heard it all
But you heard it all
I'm from the city
Where you ain't gotta love to love
You ain't gotta love to f*ck
Girl, I'm just tryna say..
I'm from the city
So don't believe what they say
Just believe what they do tell
You can't tell these bitches nothing
She belongs to the city
They gone, they gone, they gone
They was lookin' for nothing (somethin')
She belongs to the city
(Yeah you know)
Would end up wastin' my time
With all these shoulda coulda wouldas
I'm in her ear one time
Tryna tell her how I ride
She heard it all
I know she heard it all
Girl I can change your life
But you heard it all
But you heard it all
I'm from the city
Where you ain't gotta love to love
You ain't gotta love to f*ck
Girl, I'm just tryna say..
I'm from the city
So don't believe what they say
Just believe what they do tell
You can't tell these bitches nothing
She belongs to the city
They gone, they gone, they gone
They was lookin' for nothing (somethin')
She belongs to the city
(Yeah you know)
Writer: JAHRON BRATHWAITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Grown Woman
Oh
Sittin' court side (court side), to the game she play (play)
I'm chillin' most times, but I blame the DJ
She the dark-skin chick (ayy) with a light-skin crew
Her pretty face and 'em high heel shoes
Got love for them niggas, we got love for you too, I know
See my car's out there, and your girls inside ('side)
Stop trippin', we just goin' for a ride
Find my niggas if they tryna leave too
Either way
Why you lettin' them think for you
When you're a grown ass woman?
Baby, you're a grown ass woman
Why you lettin' them think for you (you trippin')
When you a grown ass woman?
Baby, you a grown ass woman
Why they doin' the thinkin' for you? (You gotta tell me somethin')
No (gotta tell me somethin')
Why they doin' the thinkin' for you?
(Tell me, baby)
She wants drop tops, hair blowin' in the wind
Must be the liquor 'cause it's place she never been
"Oh, and pour it up," she said (yeah, pour it up)
"Oh, and pour it up," she said (that's why I pour it up)
She tryna leave with me, tryna leave with her
But she with her friends
Yeah, handful of girls, goddamn
Homie, she fly
I'm blowin' grams, I'm tree high
She fly like G-5
I see your friends tryna tell you
How you need to stay back (stay back), oh yeah-yeah-yeah
Oh, you see the player got a plan
And you know you need that (you know the plan)
And either way
Why you lettin' them think for you
When you're a grown ass woman?
Baby, you're a grown ass woman
Why you lettin' them think for you
When you a grown ass woman?
Baby, you a grown ass woman
Why they doin' the thinkin' for you? (Yeah)
No, no, no
Baby, no, no, no (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah, baby
Yeah, I know you know
All my niggas in the V.I.'
Still bumpin' to Aaliyah, baby
And you rockin' with a G now, baby
Baby no games at all, no
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, without you
Oh, without you
Oh, without you
Oh, without you
Oh, without yo
Woah, ooh-ooh
Baby no games at all, no
Sittin' court side (court side), to the game she play (play)
I'm chillin' most times, but I blame the DJ
She the dark-skin chick (ayy) with a light-skin crew
Her pretty face and 'em high heel shoes
Got love for them niggas, we got love for you too, I know
See my car's out there, and your girls inside ('side)
Stop trippin', we just goin' for a ride
Find my niggas if they tryna leave too
Either way
Why you lettin' them think for you
When you're a grown ass woman?
Baby, you're a grown ass woman
Why you lettin' them think for you (you trippin')
When you a grown ass woman?
Baby, you a grown ass woman
Why they doin' the thinkin' for you? (You gotta tell me somethin')
No (gotta tell me somethin')
Why they doin' the thinkin' for you?
(Tell me, baby)
She wants drop tops, hair blowin' in the wind
Must be the liquor 'cause it's place she never been
"Oh, and pour it up," she said (yeah, pour it up)
"Oh, and pour it up," she said (that's why I pour it up)
She tryna leave with me, tryna leave with her
But she with her friends
Yeah, handful of girls, goddamn
Homie, she fly
I'm blowin' grams, I'm tree high
She fly like G-5
I see your friends tryna tell you
How you need to stay back (stay back), oh yeah-yeah-yeah
Oh, you see the player got a plan
And you know you need that (you know the plan)
And either way
Why you lettin' them think for you
When you're a grown ass woman?
Baby, you're a grown ass woman
Why you lettin' them think for you
When you a grown ass woman?
Baby, you a grown ass woman
Why they doin' the thinkin' for you? (Yeah)
No, no, no
Baby, no, no, no (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah, baby
Yeah, I know you know
All my niggas in the V.I.'
Still bumpin' to Aaliyah, baby
And you rockin' with a G now, baby
Baby no games at all, no
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, without you
Oh, without you
Oh, without you
Oh, without you
Oh, without yo
Woah, ooh-ooh
Baby no games at all, no
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Fwu
When we arguin', it's just me and me
I was hardly home, workin' 3 to 3, seems like another time
Feels like another time, there will be another time
I'll get to, forget you
But, you just walked in
Once you get to talkin', how I lost it
Hard to call it all my fault, mama
Tried to keep you out that drama, mama
Was it all bad? (Yeah)
I was laughin' cause you met, ha
Tell me where he at now? (Where he at?)
Somewhere in the trap now
Wonder why he trap now
You was a rich bitch, probably need a rich nigga too
And if you think about me, I'm 'bout to think about you
Me and you cheer for my Lamborghini flexin'
Workin' in the East but you know we in the West End
Name another nigga hustle hard like me
With a heart like me
Just a young nigga with the time like me
You should shine like me
Run that nigga, you don't want that nigga
But I need a bad bitch that's hotter than me
You can hardly admit
I'm still tryna f*ck, with you
Girl I wanna f*ck with you (with you)
Yeah yeah I'm tryna f*ck you, girl, I'm tryna f*ck with you
Tryna f*ck you girl, I'm tryna f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck you girl, you know I f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck you girl, let me roll with you
Girl I wanna f*ck with you
When we arguin', it's just me and me
I was hardly home, workin' 3 to 3, seems like another time
Feels like another time, there will be another time
I'll get to, forget you
Go ahead, go ahead, go and ask Billie Jean who's the one?
Let the truth be told, I don't believe you know what I want
Girl if it's a plan you like, I know the bands you like
Know the strands you like, know the brands you like
What kind of man you like? Wanna expand your life
You was a rich bitch, probably need a rich nigga too
And if you think about me, I'm 'bout to think about you
Me and you cheer for my Lamborghini flexin'
Workin' in the East but you know we in the West End
Name another nigga hustle hard like me
With a heart like me
Just a young nigga with the time like me
You should shine like me
Run that nigga, you don't want that nigga
But I need a bad bitch that's hotter than me
You can hardly admit
I'm still tryna f*ck, with you
Girl I wanna f*ck with you (with you)
Yeah yeah I'm tryna f*ck you, girl, I'm tryna f*ck with you
Tryna f*ck you girl, I'm tryna f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck you girl, you know I f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck you girl, let me roll with you
Girl I wanna f*ck with you
So you f*ckin' with a real one
Now you f*ckin' with a real one
Somebody should have told you
I wanna f*ck with you
I was hardly home, workin' 3 to 3, seems like another time
Feels like another time, there will be another time
I'll get to, forget you
But, you just walked in
Once you get to talkin', how I lost it
Hard to call it all my fault, mama
Tried to keep you out that drama, mama
Was it all bad? (Yeah)
I was laughin' cause you met, ha
Tell me where he at now? (Where he at?)
Somewhere in the trap now
Wonder why he trap now
You was a rich bitch, probably need a rich nigga too
And if you think about me, I'm 'bout to think about you
Me and you cheer for my Lamborghini flexin'
Workin' in the East but you know we in the West End
Name another nigga hustle hard like me
With a heart like me
Just a young nigga with the time like me
You should shine like me
Run that nigga, you don't want that nigga
But I need a bad bitch that's hotter than me
You can hardly admit
I'm still tryna f*ck, with you
Girl I wanna f*ck with you (with you)
Yeah yeah I'm tryna f*ck you, girl, I'm tryna f*ck with you
Tryna f*ck you girl, I'm tryna f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck you girl, you know I f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck you girl, let me roll with you
Girl I wanna f*ck with you
When we arguin', it's just me and me
I was hardly home, workin' 3 to 3, seems like another time
Feels like another time, there will be another time
I'll get to, forget you
Go ahead, go ahead, go and ask Billie Jean who's the one?
Let the truth be told, I don't believe you know what I want
Girl if it's a plan you like, I know the bands you like
Know the strands you like, know the brands you like
What kind of man you like? Wanna expand your life
You was a rich bitch, probably need a rich nigga too
And if you think about me, I'm 'bout to think about you
Me and you cheer for my Lamborghini flexin'
Workin' in the East but you know we in the West End
Name another nigga hustle hard like me
With a heart like me
Just a young nigga with the time like me
You should shine like me
Run that nigga, you don't want that nigga
But I need a bad bitch that's hotter than me
You can hardly admit
I'm still tryna f*ck, with you
Girl I wanna f*ck with you (with you)
Yeah yeah I'm tryna f*ck you, girl, I'm tryna f*ck with you
Tryna f*ck you girl, I'm tryna f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck you girl, you know I f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck you girl, let me roll with you
Girl I wanna f*ck with you
So you f*ckin' with a real one
Now you f*ckin' with a real one
Somebody should have told you
I wanna f*ck with you
Writer: JAHRON BRATHWAITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Recognize
Gotta get real again, gotta get real again
No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas, I want you
[x2]
I want you, to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, do
Even look like Lauren London too
I be tripping, but this money ain't
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you're my nigga
I ain't tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl I see you)
[x2]
Girl you must be doing magic
Girl you must be doing magic
Turn f*cking you to a habit
I could name a lot of things any other man
Won't do for you, I do for you
When I hit you at your condo real late
You could see the city, you straight
Then cut like kids cake
I got that feeling for you that feeling that you crave
Each time I do it for you, I make that bad pussy behave
Now pop it, bottles, the top is so open
The budget I'm Party so f*ck it
The concierge told me my new baby looking like LeToya Luckett
Let my money get older and older and older and older like Regis
And she will not f*ck with no broke niggas, no, nigga, only the realest
No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas, I want you
[x2]
I want you, to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, do
Even look like Lauren London too
I be tripping, but this money ain't
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you're my nigga
I ain't tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl I see you)
[x2]
[Drake:]
Yeah shout the girls from the east who know what's good with me
Shout the ones from the west know what's good with PND
Stories of you and your girls is all I hear
Who do you f*ck in the city when I'm not there?
(I owe you time) let's plan something out when I come back from Europe
Swear I'm withholdin' my urges until you get this one-on-one shit like your name Katie Couric
I gotta get you those snow tires for your Mercedes, I'm glad you reminded me baby
All of these things slip my mind it's been crazy
Bite on your shoulder I know that's your favorite
Touching yourself to that video we made a month ago
You a freak and your cover's blown
How you told me into sending that to ya I'll never know
F*ck it girl, I'm 'bout whatever though
Yeah I guess a nigga just believe in you
And that's proof for you
Could name a lot of things any other man won't do for you
I'll do it for you, that's real
I want you, to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, do
Even look like Lauren London too
I be tripping, but this money ain't
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you're my nigga
I ain't tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl I see you)
[x2]
No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas, I want you
[x2]
I want you, to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, do
Even look like Lauren London too
I be tripping, but this money ain't
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you're my nigga
I ain't tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl I see you)
[x2]
Girl you must be doing magic
Girl you must be doing magic
Turn f*cking you to a habit
I could name a lot of things any other man
Won't do for you, I do for you
When I hit you at your condo real late
You could see the city, you straight
Then cut like kids cake
I got that feeling for you that feeling that you crave
Each time I do it for you, I make that bad pussy behave
Now pop it, bottles, the top is so open
The budget I'm Party so f*ck it
The concierge told me my new baby looking like LeToya Luckett
Let my money get older and older and older and older like Regis
And she will not f*ck with no broke niggas, no, nigga, only the realest
No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas, I want you
[x2]
I want you, to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, do
Even look like Lauren London too
I be tripping, but this money ain't
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you're my nigga
I ain't tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl I see you)
[x2]
[Drake:]
Yeah shout the girls from the east who know what's good with me
Shout the ones from the west know what's good with PND
Stories of you and your girls is all I hear
Who do you f*ck in the city when I'm not there?
(I owe you time) let's plan something out when I come back from Europe
Swear I'm withholdin' my urges until you get this one-on-one shit like your name Katie Couric
I gotta get you those snow tires for your Mercedes, I'm glad you reminded me baby
All of these things slip my mind it's been crazy
Bite on your shoulder I know that's your favorite
Touching yourself to that video we made a month ago
You a freak and your cover's blown
How you told me into sending that to ya I'll never know
F*ck it girl, I'm 'bout whatever though
Yeah I guess a nigga just believe in you
And that's proof for you
Could name a lot of things any other man won't do for you
I'll do it for you, that's real
I want you, to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, do
Even look like Lauren London too
I be tripping, but this money ain't
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you're my nigga
I ain't tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl I see you)
[x2]
Writer: AUBREY GRAHAM, JAHRON BRATHWAITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Options
Met you in Houston, but you're from Atlanta
No you're from Pennsylvania or somethin'
F*ck all I know is, you're hot and you know this
You make it easy to blow this, you know this, damn
Twerkin' her ass for me
Shaped like a glass for me
It's like God knew what I liked
Damn right, I know what I like
Sex tape selfie you an actress
Tryna get you wet like a baptist
Girl I need all your love right now, but I'll wait
Cause I don't wanna seem like I'm hatin'
Baby girl, I really ain't hatin'
You've got options and I'm here to let you know
You know you got options, babe
Yeah you got options, babe
Know you got options, babe
PARTY is an option, babe
F*ck the hug and kisses, babe
This is for my real bitches
Girl you got options
Tell that hatin' nigga to shut the f*ck up
Tell that hatin' ass nigga to shut the f*ck up
Tell that hatin' ass nigga to shut the f*ck up
F*ck all the huggin' and kisses, I f*ck all they bitches
Shorty but you not a bitch, you the one I get money with
And you like intrigue me, like you make me want more,
like you make me wanna like be with you.
And I don't know how you do it, because no,
I've never felt like this about a guy,
cause the guys are so f*cking clingy and annoying to me,
it pisses me off, they do everything to make me want them,
you do the total opposite,
you do everything to make me like want to run away from you
You hardly smoke but you wanna smoke my drugs
Don't know how to love but you somehow get by love
FÃRINA till 12 and we sip and talk gunplay
Church Sunday mornin' and then club until Monday
Oh lord, findin' your groceries, your pimp in the parkin' lot
Trip after trip cause you know that you talk a lot
Laughing the whole way, I pull out like SKRRRRT
I got drugs, I got lean, does it look like I care? (Stupid)
Cuttin' the cake, I got ice on the Rollie
High as I am, don't get stopped by the police
Ride that dick, girl ride it like it's a pony
Hot right now, what do you don't wanna call me?
Girl I need all your love right now, but I'll wait
Cause I don't wanna seem like I'm hatin'
Baby girl, I really ain't hatin'
You've got options and I'm here to let you know
You know you got options, babe
Yeah you got options, babe
Know you got options, babe
PARTY is an option, babe
F*ck the hug and kisses, babe
This is for my real bitches
Girl you got options
Tell that hatin' nigga to shut the f*ck up
They sleepin' on you, they sleepin' on you
They sleepin' on you, they sleepin' on you
They sleepin' on you, they sleepin' on you (you)
You just wanna drink and shit
He just wanna think and shit
Always wanna f*ck and shit
Always show me love and shit
You just wanna smoke and shit
Tell me when to roll it up and shit
You be on the road and shit
Tellin' niggas "no" and shit
No you're from Pennsylvania or somethin'
F*ck all I know is, you're hot and you know this
You make it easy to blow this, you know this, damn
Twerkin' her ass for me
Shaped like a glass for me
It's like God knew what I liked
Damn right, I know what I like
Sex tape selfie you an actress
Tryna get you wet like a baptist
Girl I need all your love right now, but I'll wait
Cause I don't wanna seem like I'm hatin'
Baby girl, I really ain't hatin'
You've got options and I'm here to let you know
You know you got options, babe
Yeah you got options, babe
Know you got options, babe
PARTY is an option, babe
F*ck the hug and kisses, babe
This is for my real bitches
Girl you got options
Tell that hatin' nigga to shut the f*ck up
Tell that hatin' ass nigga to shut the f*ck up
Tell that hatin' ass nigga to shut the f*ck up
F*ck all the huggin' and kisses, I f*ck all they bitches
Shorty but you not a bitch, you the one I get money with
And you like intrigue me, like you make me want more,
like you make me wanna like be with you.
And I don't know how you do it, because no,
I've never felt like this about a guy,
cause the guys are so f*cking clingy and annoying to me,
it pisses me off, they do everything to make me want them,
you do the total opposite,
you do everything to make me like want to run away from you
You hardly smoke but you wanna smoke my drugs
Don't know how to love but you somehow get by love
FÃRINA till 12 and we sip and talk gunplay
Church Sunday mornin' and then club until Monday
Oh lord, findin' your groceries, your pimp in the parkin' lot
Trip after trip cause you know that you talk a lot
Laughing the whole way, I pull out like SKRRRRT
I got drugs, I got lean, does it look like I care? (Stupid)
Cuttin' the cake, I got ice on the Rollie
High as I am, don't get stopped by the police
Ride that dick, girl ride it like it's a pony
Hot right now, what do you don't wanna call me?
Girl I need all your love right now, but I'll wait
Cause I don't wanna seem like I'm hatin'
Baby girl, I really ain't hatin'
You've got options and I'm here to let you know
You know you got options, babe
Yeah you got options, babe
Know you got options, babe
PARTY is an option, babe
F*ck the hug and kisses, babe
This is for my real bitches
Girl you got options
Tell that hatin' nigga to shut the f*ck up
They sleepin' on you, they sleepin' on you
They sleepin' on you, they sleepin' on you
They sleepin' on you, they sleepin' on you (you)
You just wanna drink and shit
He just wanna think and shit
Always wanna f*ck and shit
Always show me love and shit
You just wanna smoke and shit
Tell me when to roll it up and shit
You be on the road and shit
Tellin' niggas "no" and shit
Writer: Jahron Anthony Brathwaite
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Thirsty
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Ching, ching, gettin' paid over here
Ching, ching, gettin' paid over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Ching, ching, gettin' paid over here
Ching, ching, gettin' paid over here
I wanna kiss you, girl, I wanna kiss you
Girl, I wanna love you
Oh, am I moving too fast?
F*ck that (Well, well, well...)
Your momma must have taught you well
Cause you taste so purified
Need to get it while it's hot cause I'm cold at times
Open up to me and drop your guard, I need the proof
Constantly to know if you still have a heart
Cause a nigga done f*cked up I feel like I lucked up at north side
But hop in your car and bring it to me
Promise to love you, and obey
And hit it more than once a day
Girl I say that genuinely
F*ck that bitch.. It's what you say
Bring it over
Bring it over
Baby bring it over
Bring it over to me
Now, baby, bring it over
Bring it over
Baby bring it over to me
Bring it, bring it
But does he kiss you, girl?
Does he kiss you, girl, does he love you?
(Tell me what he do)
Am I moving too fast?
F*ck that (My, my, my...)
I thought you were always mine (Yea, I thought some shit)
I'll play my role, just give me the script
Time to let go, tell him give you your shit
Hop in your whip, girl
I'm back in the 6, girl
Still need a bad bitch who thirsty
Shawty holla at me if you heard me
Promise to love you, and obey
And hit it more than once a day
Girl I say that genuinely
F*ck that bitch.. It's what you say
Bring it over
Bring it over
Baby bring it over
Bring it over to me
Now, baby, bring it over
Bring it over
Baby bring it over to me
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Ching, ching, gettin' paid over here
Ching, ching, gettin' paid over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Ching, ching, gettin' paid over here
Ching, ching, gettin' paid over here
I wanna kiss you, girl, I wanna kiss you
Girl, I wanna love you
Oh, am I moving too fast?
F*ck that (Well, well, well...)
Your momma must have taught you well
Cause you taste so purified
Need to get it while it's hot cause I'm cold at times
Open up to me and drop your guard, I need the proof
Constantly to know if you still have a heart
Cause a nigga done f*cked up I feel like I lucked up at north side
But hop in your car and bring it to me
Promise to love you, and obey
And hit it more than once a day
Girl I say that genuinely
F*ck that bitch.. It's what you say
Bring it over
Bring it over
Baby bring it over
Bring it over to me
Now, baby, bring it over
Bring it over
Baby bring it over to me
Bring it, bring it
But does he kiss you, girl?
Does he kiss you, girl, does he love you?
(Tell me what he do)
Am I moving too fast?
F*ck that (My, my, my...)
I thought you were always mine (Yea, I thought some shit)
I'll play my role, just give me the script
Time to let go, tell him give you your shit
Hop in your whip, girl
I'm back in the 6, girl
Still need a bad bitch who thirsty
Shawty holla at me if you heard me
Promise to love you, and obey
And hit it more than once a day
Girl I say that genuinely
F*ck that bitch.. It's what you say
Bring it over
Bring it over
Baby bring it over
Bring it over to me
Now, baby, bring it over
Bring it over
Baby bring it over to me
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it
Writer: CAINON RENARD LAMB, JAHRON ANTHONY BRATHWAITE, MARSHALL JOHNSON LEATHERS, MELISSA A ELLIOTT, SHAWN ANTHONY CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Bout It
Swear to god, might f*ck with this new OVO shit
Swear to god, [?]
How we ride when we ride
East niggas tell how we ride out Sauga city trip
She call me like she can't wait, she want it now now now
I give it to her that way, right now now now
We pop and roll to the strip, grind on that dick
I brought her back to the crib, skipped the foreplay
She's laying down it's 2 ish
Right on my bed, blonde bitch with her blue eyes
Like butter the way she spread
Oh man, I love my lil' chicka
My Nina, Melina, Aurona, Melauna
She want the anaconda right? (yah)
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
'Bout it, 'bout it
Your body, your body is pure gold
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it
The way you prove you're 'bout it girl
She loves my style, love the way I sound
Love the way I talk, love the way I hang
God made no mistake, I done came a long way
So don't mind me, if I don't mind you
Nigga I got pill poppin' bitches in the back, of the Cherokee
Bitches still don't know how to react, to sincerity
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
'Bout it, 'bout it
Your body, your body is pure gold
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it
The way you prove you're 'bout it girl
Stop telling those lies about me girl
And I just might call you back some time
A nigga might just holla back some time
I might just hit you back like
Stop telling those lies about me girl
I might just call you back one day
I might just call you back one day
(Might just call you back)
(Sex on the couch, no pull out
Sex on the couch, no pull out)
Yea... yea...
Swear to god, [?]
How we ride when we ride
East niggas tell how we ride out Sauga city trip
She call me like she can't wait, she want it now now now
I give it to her that way, right now now now
We pop and roll to the strip, grind on that dick
I brought her back to the crib, skipped the foreplay
She's laying down it's 2 ish
Right on my bed, blonde bitch with her blue eyes
Like butter the way she spread
Oh man, I love my lil' chicka
My Nina, Melina, Aurona, Melauna
She want the anaconda right? (yah)
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
'Bout it, 'bout it
Your body, your body is pure gold
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it
The way you prove you're 'bout it girl
She loves my style, love the way I sound
Love the way I talk, love the way I hang
God made no mistake, I done came a long way
So don't mind me, if I don't mind you
Nigga I got pill poppin' bitches in the back, of the Cherokee
Bitches still don't know how to react, to sincerity
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
'Bout it, 'bout it
Your body, your body is pure gold
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?
Is you 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it
The way you prove you're 'bout it girl
Stop telling those lies about me girl
And I just might call you back some time
A nigga might just holla back some time
I might just hit you back like
Stop telling those lies about me girl
I might just call you back one day
I might just call you back one day
(Might just call you back)
(Sex on the couch, no pull out
Sex on the couch, no pull out)
Yea... yea...
Writer: JAHRON BRATHWAITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Muse
(Nigga, hurry up)
We on the west side of this eastside shit
Tryna rock with me tonight?
Yeah
Girl, I can see you're stressed
Come rely on me for sex
Keep your thighs in line, and hold on
Get it right tonight and turn me on
Ain't this what you need?
Nice to know what you want
Not the typical, girl, I'm gone
On my mind full of liquor
Tryna think of all the reasons not to mind those niggas
F*ck with a winner, once inside bet you gon' deny your nigga
Where he at?
Wouldn't really wanna be that other nigga
Way I'm kissin' her slow
She said she don't wanna see that other nigga
Let me justify why you're with me
I'll be comin' in and out, that's what you need
Don't hesitate (don't do it)
Girl, let me demonstrate (let me do it)
Let me demonstrate on you
Girl, don't hesitate
'Cause I don't hesitate on you
What will it take?
What will it take? (I just wanna make you feel good)
What will it take? (Make her feel good)
What will it take?
Bad bitches from Oakland
She could be a model (she's a)
She's a model, she's modelin' for
Me while I get this straight (me while I get this straight)
Tease while I hit high grade (tease while I hit that grade)
Let me, let me, get that A (please let me get that A)
Please let me get that tease while you get sexy
I was gettin' by 'til I saw you ('til I saw you, 'til I saw you, girl)
When I ran into you, pulled a u-ie
Drop my smoke, the f*ck I'm doin'?
Pulled up on you, pulled up on you, pulled up on you, baby
Don't hesitate (don't do it)
Girl, let me demonstrate (let me demonstrate, let me do it)
Let me demonstrate on you
Girl, don't hesitate
'Cause I don't hesitate on you
What will it take? (What would it take, baby girl?)
What will it take? (I just wanna make you feel good)
What will it take? (Make her feel good)
What will it take? (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh
I'm your every day, every night, every mornin' (I am your man)
Right by my si-
You put pressure on me
Anyway you wanted me
I was there for you
Time over and time again
We on the west side of this eastside shit
Tryna rock with me tonight?
Yeah
Girl, I can see you're stressed
Come rely on me for sex
Keep your thighs in line, and hold on
Get it right tonight and turn me on
Ain't this what you need?
Nice to know what you want
Not the typical, girl, I'm gone
On my mind full of liquor
Tryna think of all the reasons not to mind those niggas
F*ck with a winner, once inside bet you gon' deny your nigga
Where he at?
Wouldn't really wanna be that other nigga
Way I'm kissin' her slow
She said she don't wanna see that other nigga
Let me justify why you're with me
I'll be comin' in and out, that's what you need
Don't hesitate (don't do it)
Girl, let me demonstrate (let me do it)
Let me demonstrate on you
Girl, don't hesitate
'Cause I don't hesitate on you
What will it take?
What will it take? (I just wanna make you feel good)
What will it take? (Make her feel good)
What will it take?
Bad bitches from Oakland
She could be a model (she's a)
She's a model, she's modelin' for
Me while I get this straight (me while I get this straight)
Tease while I hit high grade (tease while I hit that grade)
Let me, let me, get that A (please let me get that A)
Please let me get that tease while you get sexy
I was gettin' by 'til I saw you ('til I saw you, 'til I saw you, girl)
When I ran into you, pulled a u-ie
Drop my smoke, the f*ck I'm doin'?
Pulled up on you, pulled up on you, pulled up on you, baby
Don't hesitate (don't do it)
Girl, let me demonstrate (let me demonstrate, let me do it)
Let me demonstrate on you
Girl, don't hesitate
'Cause I don't hesitate on you
What will it take? (What would it take, baby girl?)
What will it take? (I just wanna make you feel good)
What will it take? (Make her feel good)
What will it take? (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh
I'm your every day, every night, every mornin' (I am your man)
Right by my si-
You put pressure on me
Anyway you wanted me
I was there for you
Time over and time again
Writer: Elgin Lumpkin, Jahron Brathwaite, Robert Reives, Timothy Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
PartyNextDoor Two (stylized as PARTYNEXTDOOR TWO or P2) is the debut studio album by Canadian recording artist PartyNextDoor. It was released on July 29, 2014, by OVO Sound and Warner Records.
The record was supported by the promotional singles: "Her Way" and "Recognize" featuring Drake, which were respectively released on June 13 and July 15, 2014.
Performed By:
PartynextdoorThe record was supported by the promotional singles: "Her Way" and "Recognize" featuring Drake, which were respectively released on June 13 and July 15, 2014.
Genre(s): Alternative R&B, lofi, chillwave
Producer(s): G. Ry, PartyNextDoor, Neenyo
Length: 45:24
Released: July 29th, 2014
Year: 2014