Quando Rondo - QPac Lyrics
Blue Opps
Hah, yeah
This that don dada flow
(This that don dada music)
Oh Lord, ay
No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes
GPS me to they block and pop my head up like mayday
From day to night, they go and search for opps, they know that's they payday
No name, buried his Glock, then went and copped him an AK
Sixth grade, I had that drop, I never went to the eighth grade
Murder, I'm screaming out homicide
I run with watch and some top shottas who will come take your life
We live the life of Curtis Jackson, get rich or die tryin'
One shot, man down, smile in your face 'fore you die
My label told me I make music, make them boys go and kill
Gotta take a trip to LAX to get some drank for Kill Bill
I caught a rush from bustin' Glocks when I was out in the field
Them hitters come and sweep your block, better get a house in the hills
Them plastic cups, I'm sippin' New Orleans
Got a big black Glock with a big red beam
Whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans
I f*ck off Percs, I kill off beans
Swing on they street, kill they whole team
I stopped they deal, I killed they dreams
F*ck they whole crew, that's what I mean
On grandma grave, I poured out lean
No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes
Writer: Anthony Cornelius Hamilton, Mark Christopher Batson, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Real Love
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Go Grizz)
Damn man, this shit has changed, my nigga
(Don't matter how hard I try, some things just don't go)
Seem like every time you put your hand out to give somebody something, nigga bite your shit
You know, I ain't been nothing keep it real with them niggas, you heard me?
But shit, that's how shit go
Some niggas want you locked up
Check this out, look
My nigga took the charge for me
For that, he a convicted felon, some steppers, pressin' the crew
Jumped off my grandma porch, ever since I been in the field
The roof is thrilling like I changed since I got this deal
That really hurt me to my heart, Sosa died on this block
I got turned only Young Jefe, he paid him when he got a Glock
I was out searching for real love just like Mary J. Blige
I told a filthiest Crip, "Love, I love you in my heart"
Real love, yeah
I'm searching for a real love
But I guess that I'm blinded
I've been searching for so long, but I just can't seem to find it
I lost lil Quahfee to that heat, Mama Marta to cancer
They sent lil Leeky up that creek, too much shit, I can't handle
He got a picture on Facebook with Dickie fits and camo
Tune cock it back and let it bust 'til it ain't got no ammo
Shoutout to bro, like, he taught me how to put the paper first
It hurt to face the fact my lil' cousin the paperwork
And I'm the one showed you the shit, that's why I wanna slap
All the iron you slung and licks you hit, that shit don't hold no value
Real love, yeah
I'm searching for a real love
They put my dawg in the pavement and you ain't had to take a stand
Boy, you still made a statement
Real love, yeah
I'm searching for a real love
It's too late for all that brother love
I gotta show you, come straight from the gutter love
Young black mind, the chosen one, he took his family out of poverty
What you do when you've been crossed so many times without apology?
I'm mentally stable, but I don't think I'm able mentally
The way I bang the wheelchair, you would think I had a disability
While I was out seekin' for love, I lost myself, it ain't no fair to me
I was writing raps inside my cell, I'm screamin', "Yeah, this not the place to be"
Who's going next? It's maybe me, stressed to my girl like, "Baby, please"
Don't play with us, we play for keeps, all of my niggas slang iron in the streets
Top shotta droppin' a bag, I bet I'll get him deceased
Real rasta put on his mask, I want them niggas six feet deep
Don dadda who stabbed that boy, but still signed to the streets
Big choppas, we let 'em bust 'em every time that it's beef
So, you can take me out the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out me
We just some cold-blooded killers who gon' live in these streets
And we gon' step on all them niggas every time that it's beef
Want them niggas dead and gone this week
Writer: Darryl Clemons, Kevin Andre Price, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Double Cs
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)
Double C, I be Crippin', yeah, the hard way
Double B's, I was broke and now I'm ballin'
Double G's, I be rockin' Gucci all day
Double cup full of mud, I keep on pourin'
Double C, I be Crippin', yeah, the hard way
Double B's, I was broke and now I'm ballin'
Double G's, I be rockin' Gucci all day
Double cup full of mud, I keep on pourin'
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty I tote, f*ck is a scope
One in the head, better back it up
Who wanna f*ck? Two or one?
Cracking these bitches, no hit and run
I just want the money, these bitches and hoes
I just spent a band up at Louis Vuitton (mmh)
VVS's is on my teeth
Bitch act like she Mona Lisa, seen 'em while I'm asleep
Throw them C's up, never catch me bleed up
Double up while they be watching through the week
Double C, I be Crippin', yeah, the hard way
Double B's, I was broke and now I'm ballin'
Double G's, I be rockin' Gucci all day
Double cup full of mud, I keep on pourin'
Double C, I be Crippin', yeah, the hard way
Double B's, I was broke and now I'm ballin'
Double G's, I be rockin' Gucci all day
Double cup full of mud, I keep on pourin'
My name in her phone is the mothaf*ckin' savage
If you see it, then get it, you know you can have it
I'm not like the others, I'm way far from average
That comes from my mama, my brother and daddy
Her Rollie be blindin', she just had to have it
That shit perfect timing, I look at the past
Get some head on the floor, I'ma f*ck on the mattress
Double juice that's the best, I be swerving in traffic
She f*ck with me 'cause I live what I'm rapping
Got a brick of some dope and I wrap it in plastic
So fresh to death, I belong in a casket
I be ballin' so hard I could play for the Mavericks
She wanna ride in the front of the Wagen
You don't gotta f*ck her, you know I'm not capping
I don't wanna talk first night I'm smashing
If I see 'em on my block, yeah, they know what's cracking
Double C, I be Crippin', yeah, the hard way
Double B's, I was broke and now I'm ballin'
Double G's, I be rockin' Gucci all day
Double cup full of mud, I keep on pourin'
Double C, I be Crippin', yeah, the hard way
Double B's, I was broke and now I'm ballin'
Double G's, I be rockin' Gucci all day
Double cup full of mud, I keep on pourin'
Writer: Alex Petit, Golden Landis Von Jones, James Lavigne, Jerry Cruz, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dripped Out
Tune Up
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf*ckin' beat?
Ah nah, you didn't make that motherf*cker
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Put her in silk ever since she dripped out
Put blue diamonds on her neck just like she Cripped out
And I know your friends be in our business, tell them sit down
They hate the fact that I'm with you, they know they missed out
They hate the fact they missed out, they know you be dripped out
Take you out your mama home then move you to a big house
They hate the fact you dripped out, they know they just missed out
Your friends be in our business, tell them hoes they need to sit down
Its 9 AM, she call my phone trying to see who's staying with me
I pull up, droptop, grippin' on the chrome, it ain't no playing with me
Baby girl I'm gone, might get in trouble this week
But when I come back get you new Chanel, that new double C
I see Miami, you and me, goin' South Beach, chill the breeze
Two-door coupe, that Mercedes
Get on the cruise, then go out east
Baby, I need your love like codeine
Addicted to you, no dope fiend
She so marvelous, I'm your king, yeah
Johnny Dang your neck, your wrist
Plain Jane, we don't really do this
Switching lanes, double R my bitch, yeah
Wait, they really hate the fact you made it
Keep a roll on 'em, stay focused don't let them take it
Put her in silk ever since she dripped out
Put blue diamonds on her neck just like she Cripped out
And I know your friends be in our business, tell them sit down
They hate the fact that I'm with you, they know they missed out
They hate the fact they missed out, they know you be dripped out
Take you out your mama home then move you to a big house
They hate the fact you dripped out, they know they just missed out
Your friends be in our business, tell them hoes they need to sit down
I'm making sure that you dripped out, that's only if you mine
I keep you by my side, I love it when we spendin' time
And girl when you around, I'm loving all your perfect vibes
Would like to see love when I eat it, when I'm deep inside
Take a trip out coast to coast
High in the sky, we don't even gotta float
On top of me, ride me like a boat
Know when you drip, girl you doing the most
Whenever you need me you know you got me by your side
And baby girl, you number one because you're the only one of your whole kind
And that's what I like, like
Let me pull up get a bite, bite
Never running from the pipe, pipe
Drip drip, fly fly, yeah
You the only one that I want and love
Stay by my side, don't know what you're running from
Put her in silk ever since she dripped out
Put blue diamonds on her neck just like she Cripped out
And I know your friends be in our business, tell them sit down
They hate the fact that I'm with you, they know they missed out
They hate the fact they missed out, they know you be dripped out
Take you out your mama home then move you to a big house
They hate the fact you dripped out, they know they just missed out
Your friends be in our business, tell them hoes they need to sit down
Writer: Dondre Moore, Spencer Harris, Tajh Morgan, Turran Coleman, Tyquain Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nothing Else Matters
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Winners Circle)
House by the lake, my mother straight, ay, nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that's actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can't complain
No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin' with the Crips and we be smoking dank
Lil Timmy quick to empty clips like this the shooting range
Them niggas don't know how it feel to be walking through rain, ay
Leeky caught five years, I miss my main man
'Cause I'll spend a whole five mil' to get him out them chains
Forty thousand on baguetties, 'preciate Johnny Dang
I ain't with the he-say she-say, tell you like a man
Even if I had a hundred mil', I swear I'd still be the same
Young project baby from Eastville, still on the corner I claim
I might hit the mall with the fellas
I promise we gon' all ball together, we gon' all ball together
I told 'em off the wall ain't no pressure
We gon' stack it tall and get this cheddar, it gon' be better
House by the lake, my mother straight, ay, nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that's actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can't complain
No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin' with the Crips and we be smoking dank
I don't do plain Jane, VVS's my necklace
Hoe, you a damn shame, suckin' dick in the Tesla
I'm on South Beach with the baddest baddie, I'm smokin' pressure
Peezy fantastic with plastic, wrap it with no compressor
Can't slip, just purchased the new G-Wagen, they need to catch up
I tried to tell 'em what's really happenin', they hate I'm next up
Deep in these streets, they know what crackin', I'm never gon' let up
I'm tryna figure out what happened, thought this was forever
I did her wrong, I f*cked her good, now she think that I love her
Yeah, shootouts in the neighborhood, I come straight from the gutter
Yeah, taking flights in my G Nikes, I perfected my hustle
Stood on that block from day to night, I worked the triple double
House by the lake, my mother straight, ay, nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that's actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can't complain
No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin' with the Crips and we be smoking dank
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child, well, things are gonna get brighter
Writer: Darryl Clemons, Nicodemo Giovanni Lalli, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Poetic Justice
(DJ Swift on the track)
(Got seventeen in this Nina)
(Mook got the keys jumping)
Youngin' on the corner with 17 in his Nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her
That's picture they paint it for me, ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
And hella smoke from out the MAC, back to back, blowin' reefa
Same hoes, these niggas love and I f*ck and they think they keepers
Whoever thought the menace would sell out a whole arena
I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
No matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you Selena
Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause its legal
My father told me back in '01 it was Dickies and beepers
I'm sneaking Perky's on the plane even though it's illegal
I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the gang to hit 'em, I guess he didn't believe me
I swear to God I f*ck with shawty 'cause keep me a secret
Spin on they block, empty out clips from my lil' nigga up d'ed
Shout out them OG's keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
Told Jo let's take a trip to Cali just to see what bags cheaper
My youngin' posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers
Shout out to my lil' white bitch ass, I get the coke from her people
Got a lil' gutter bitch named Lisa, she gon' suck the whole team up
And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a Bimmer
She a keeper, but I'm for damn sure gon' leave her
I'm so sick, double cup, you know I'm livin' t'd up
For a brick, dope boys in the hood gon' swang those V's up
Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don't freeze up
I come from the corner where you wanna keep your heat tucked
Mike Amiri denim jeans you know about 60 G's up
Shout out the plug, blue black amigo, yeah we love the re-up
Youngin' on the corner with 17 in his Nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her
That's picture they paint it for me, ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
And hella smoke from out the MAC, back to back, blowin' reefa
Same hoes, these niggas love and I f*ck and they think they keepers
Whoever thought the menace would sell out a whole arena
I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
No matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you Selena
Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause its legal
My father told me back in '01 it was Dickies and beepers
I'm sneaking Perky's on the plane even though it's illegal
I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the gang to hit 'em, I guess he didn't believe me
I swear to God I f*ck with shawty 'cause keep me a secret
Spin on they block, empty out clips from my lil' nigga up d'ed
Shout out them OG's keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
Writer: Brayon Nelson, Damion Williams, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Marvelous
Pipe that shit up, TnT
I swear it been a lil' minute, (it's Malik on the track)
I swear it been a lil' minute, yeah
(Tahj Money)
I'm serious, I ain't talk to my niggas in a lil' minute
And I be rollin' with the fast, I'm livin' furious
And I was tryna come get her to build barriers
And I just wanna know the truth, girl I'm curious
I'ma say absolutely when you ask am I in love
I wanna wife
I need a chick I could cherish
Who I could only call mine
Let's take a journey, fly to Paris
Together, just you and I
It's hard for me to even try to compare
That look in your eyes
For all the times I know you felt so embarrassed
I bought you ice
Dreamt you were my lil' girl
In brand new Burberry curtains for life
Never once, but twice
I never got why
You wanna leave me inside this life, oh, I
Since I can't but the blame on you
I put the blame on these drugs
Tryna figure out deep in the ghetto
Why I suffer from trust
I love, never had lust
I always thought it was us
Yyves Saint Laurent it be offical
Like you're signed to Young Thug
Choppa bust for my lil' thug
You know we don't give a f*ck
Pop in the middle of the cut
Lou throwing threes up
Walkin' up wanting to check him
Like the camera sees us
So much ice around my neck
Feel like I'm 'bout to freeze up
I'ma take your life when I up this TEC
So when I shoot, better duck
I'ma need some ice to sip this tech
You know I love double cups
She like the wife I never met
I'm thinkin' 'bout mainin' her
She went and got a Birkin bag
Now it ain't no tamin' her
Physically and mentally, bae
I got some to say
I empathized all that sympathy
The look on your face
This thunder sign it's really killin' me
I'm goin' in the grave
They showin' love mixed with hate
I swear the love is so fake
I'ma say absolutely when you ask am I in love
I wanna wife
I need a chick I could cherish
Who I could only call mine
Let's take a journey, fly to Paris
Together, just you and I
It's hard for me to even try to compare
That look in your eyes
For all the times I know you felt so embarrassed
I bought you ice
Dreamt you were my lil' girl
In brand new Burberry curtains for life
Never once, but twice
I never got why
You wanna leave me inside this life, oh, I
If they catch me lackin'
then the world gon' think less of me
If God don't answer right away
I know he got a text for me
My perspective changed
I let them habits get the best of me
Tim-Tim took a part of me
and twin N'em took the rest of me
Now we champions
I beat them odds so impressively
We was grindin' early
yeah, I'm hustlin', we don't ever sleep
If that boy was leechin'
then I left him in the back
That gang shit a joke, nigga
all you got is family
No pops at home, the hood raised him
all he know is savagery
Ain't no fairy tales up in these streets
shit don't end happily
We been scorin' back and forth
we seen so many casualties
Pain, it turn me ruthless
thuggin' harder than I had to be
Sometimes I feel like I'm the best
and can't nobody stop me
That lil' bitch won't give you no plate
bitch, she been tryna top me
Bitch, I'm gon' step, don't give a f*ck
'bout if he caught a body
I sent lil' cuz to wipe his nose
like his shit was snotty
I'ma say absolutely when you ask am I in love
I wanna wife
I need a chick I could cherish
Who I could only call mine
Let's take a journey, fly to Paris
Together, just you and I
It's hard for me to even try to compare
That look in your eyes
For all the times I know you felt so embarrassed
I bought you ice
Dreamt you were my lil' girl
In brand new Burberry curtains for life
Never once, but twice
I never got why
You wanna leave me inside this life, oh, I
Writer: Malik Otb, Tahj Vaughn, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Thomas Horton, Tyquain Terrel Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Expensive Edibles
Rollie keep tick-tock, yeah
Rollie keep tick-tockin', yeah
They wasn't with me on the block, yeah
When a nigga was walkin', yeah
And I ain't really with the talk, talk
I really was walkin'
(Ay, C4, ay, ay, bro)
(C4Bombs, baby)
Rollie keep tick-tockin', which rollin'
Bought her a foreign paid off, left wrist frozen
Told on the top, grab the thirty stand and I tell that new one
Shawty don't ever kiss and tell, I'm in too deep like the ocean
I beg your pardon, can I use your nail to bust this brick open?
Seasick from all the waves and I know that's unfocused
She thick, look at her waist, I love to, slow motion
Drank fade the pain away, I'm slowin', picked up the potion
I met her at this opp party, I might just pay for her body
I need your love and affection, this ain't safe for nobody
My love, got a question, I'm not no anybody (check this out)
Yeah, I can show you my work hard, ay
Shawty so incredible
I don't never wanna hear what you can never do
Shawty always end her sentence with, "Forever, boo"
I'ma eat that pussy with these diamonds, expensive edibles
One shot, man down, hangin' out that Tesla coupe
If you picky, don't give a damn, let's get sexual
I ain't lyin', I crossed the line when I accepted you
She was with me when I was broke, I even let her meet the crew
I told her we the perfect duo, hoppin' out of that Ghost
And she like, "I already know how that goes"
Shawty done been here before
She can tell I'm thuggin' from the way that I flow
How she get paid, no, you can't judge her 'cause she gettin' the load
I ain't lyin', I spent a dime to drip her head or her toe
Let's take a sip of Ace of Spades and go and fly 'cross the globe
Swear I can't wait to see her face, bae, I swear it's on sight
Research, one of a type, she ain't nothin' alike
Me first, shawty gon' slide, yeah, she ride, wrong or right
Her feet hurt, pull a devil, I get her off the flight
Heat burst, Cartier lens, she see me out her eyes
I think I found somethin' I love way more than dirty Sprite
Shawty so incredible
I don't never wanna hear what you can never do
Shawty always end her sentence with, "Forever, boo"
I'ma eat that pussy with these diamonds, expensive edibles
One shot, man down, hangin' out that Tesla coupe
If you picky, don't give a damn, let's get sexual
I ain't lyin', I crossed the line when I accepted you
She was with me when I was broke, I even let her meet the crew
Writer: Tyquian Bowman, Rodrequez Yancy
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Collect Calls
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no felon, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no problem, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Yeah, I'll be lying if I say shawty really on con'
I done tried everything in the world just to make you mine
Like number 9 they call me Rondo girl I'm hard to find
You really set me girl, you can't even define
You do for me I spend these blues
You for me I'll shoot for you
Girl cut out all that attitude they just doing what groupies do
I made a vow to never change and keep it real with the crew
I know my mama proud of me Balenciaga shoes
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no felon, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no problem, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Yeah, collect from pa'
I might rap the whole time we on the phone
He like, "Lil bruda How you living? What's going on?"
I might pop out with them hittas
Then come shoot up yo' home
I told 'em me speak no English
They asked who pressed his dome
My feeling been got evicted when thought it was love
I smell the codeine while pissing I love them double cups
I really come from the trenches extensions load it up
I'm on another dimension abusing all these drugs
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no felon, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no problem, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Writer: Kim Candilora, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Bad Vibe
Boujee bad vibe, from the East Coast (East Coast)
She told me that she loved me, I don't think so (think so)
Move your lil' body, wanna beat slow (beat slow)
And every time I hit it, I go beast mode
F*ck your baby daddy, he a zero (zero)
I got your boyfriend mad, I took his main hoe, main hoe
Water drippin' on me like a sink, though (sink, though)
Shorty so bad, I can't leave her 'lone
New phrases, she gon' f*ck me 'cause my lingo
Five bands on the brand new Gucci raincoat
Poppin' Xans, I forgot I was really bored
I just got a new coupe and I might paint it mango
Hey, they can't name a place that I can't go
Baby, you're my pot of gold end of the rainbow
When I hit it from the back, I go beast mode
Get so much that I take off my hat, you my main hoe
Whole lotta options but it's not the same
And they will never notice how far we came
You're the only one keep my demons tame
I swear you grow up, but you never change
Boujee bad vibe, from the East Coast (East Coast)
She told me that she loved me, I don't think so (think so)
Move your lil' body, wanna beat slow (beat slow)
And every time I hit it, I go beast mode
F*ck your baby daddy, he a zero (zero)
I got your boyfriend mad, I took his main hoe, main hoe
Water drippin' on me like a sink, though (sink, though)
Shorty so bad, I can't leave her 'lone
Takin' all my time (my time)
Takin' all my time (my time)
I can't press decline
Shorty stay on my mind
Boujee bad vibe, from the East Coast (East Coast)
She told me that she loved me, I don't think so (think so)
Move your lil' body, wanna beat slow (uh)
And every time I hit it, I go beast mode
It's like I'm playing heads or tails with a dime-piece
If it's heads, you gon' come and get me sloppy
And if it's tails, I give you the 'Rari car key
Over a hunnid a show and it does not seem fair
She rockin' Hermes now, doing it calmly
She know I'm the type to pop out in a Pagani
Niggas want my chain but don't wanna play hockey
Blow a nigga brains, catch me in Abu Dhabi
I'm a Highbridge nigga from the west side
And she a bad vibe from the east side
She got VVS' right under her left eye
She a ride or die, call her Left Eye
I hit it from the side, put her leg high
Only taking pictures from her best side
Pull a HK, Hello Kitty, yeah
And every time I hit it, I go beast mode (2 Chainz)
I'm talkin' beast mode, yeah Marshawn
I ain't from 'round here, I'm a martian
Yeah, I keep the fire on me, talkin' arson
Heard your bitch goin' once, twice? Auction
Got the fire head so I put it in my rotation
Yeah, you my bae I'ma take you on a bae-cation
I can't control my Xbox, so I Playstation
Said you was a thot, droppin' dots, send the locations
Know my last spot got a lake at it
Saw a snake in my yard, I threw a rake at it
Are you a real ass bitch, or a fake ass?
'Cause you could still be a real bitch with a fake ass
Shorty get your bag, getcha-getcha-getcha bag
A lil' bitch mad, 'cause you're switchin', flippin' tags
And I can tell you boujee by the things that make you laugh
You know I came from nothin', so sometimes I gotta brag, yeah
Boujee bad vibe, from the East Coast (East Coast)
She told me that she loved me, I don't think so (think so)
Move your lil' body, wanna beat slow (beat slow)
And every time I hit it, I go beast mode
(Boujee bad vibe, from the East Coast)
(And every time I hit it, I go beast mode)
Writer: Tyquian Terrel Bowman, Artist Julius Dubose, Tauheed Epps, JaVale McGee, Danny Majic, Ivory Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
101
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
(Trell's on the track)
I'm on Mars right now, oh, oh, oh
It's a real nigga 101, oh, oh, oh
Look
Ay, coupe me, blue seats, yeah, this a 101
Bought a brand new Audemars Piguet, yeah this a one-of-one
75 the speed limit, in the 'Vette I'm doing 101
They pulled the plug right by the bed on the 101
101, it's a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
Real nigga 101, let's have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga 101
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga, fifty-one fifty (this a real nigga 101)
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga, fifty-one fifty (said this a real nigga 101)
I moved my mama out the ghetto, golden medal, bitch, I grind for this
Iced out my new bezel for them times that I did time for this
Street nigga, minimum wage, that's the reasons for the crimes I did
Drug dealers, minimum days be the reason for the time I miss
Everybody say they ride, I look back, and ain't nobody walk for me
I remember back then when I ain't knew nothing, now them new hundreds get old to me
I been f*ckin' foreign bitches overseas, balling hard in my Kobe sneaks
Shoot the rock, no Ginobili, plug thought it was 103
Got a gutter bitch from the projects, let me flood her house with pounds and bricks
I'm on a whole 'nother level, the shit you did can't amount to this
Help you climb a mountain, you cut my wrist
Them people gave me they butt to kiss
Only one hundred that they showed me was Ben Frank, that's on the counterfeit
Everywhere you go, you need a place you can call home
Meet me at the crossroads, wait 'til the devil comes, all alone
Them niggas hate, but they can't stop it, no
That same young nigga from the projects, came with that rod and wet up your homies
Tires skrrt off on the one-way, rockstar lifestyle
I watched them hoopers post on Harden like tell the opps pipe down
I watched JoJo trap out the 'partments, I guess Vivi turned his life 'round
Every night that we was starving, mommy, look at, we alright now
Look, yeah, we got ice now
You and me, two seats, coupe seat, live it up
Two C's, Gucci, I got it out the mud, she wish it is, no cabinet
I thank the Lord for everything He did, I'm like, "Inshallah"
He might die trying to get rich, go by the name of the Q-Ball
Stacked everything from hitting licks
My back against the wall, I'm screaming, "No more pain"
My cup was killin', plus it's overflowin' with evil thoughts, "No more pain"
From all the wrong they did to him, they think that he forgot
I'm f*cked up, I ain't got no love, I ain't got no lust, I ain't go no trust
I fell in love with all these hoes and double cups
I gotta get it, I don't think I've had enough (this a real nigga 101)
101, it's a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
Real nigga 101, let's have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga 101
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga, fifty-one fifty (this a real nigga 101)
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga, fifty-one fifty (this a real nigga 101)
Writer: Brandon Russell, Kendrell Mattox, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Safest
(TJ Produced It)
Ayy, I know the way that I be livin' ain't the safest
I been out searchin' for your love for so long, I can't replace it
I know you not the same person inside, you two-faced
They said you cried, you left him on the road, I can see all the traces
I got my back against the rope, I'm feelin' just like Muhammad
No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid
Four traps, they juug and serve but still ain't got enough money
How the f*ck I'ma get what I got and I ain't never had nothin'?
He do for people he don't know, he feel they usin' him
He know her feelings not mutual, but still do for her
He turned his back on his brother, that's what they say 'bout him
He took them boys out the guttercause they gon' spray 'bout him
She had the nerve to bring up Leeky like I don't do for bro
State-to-state, just me and Queezy, Tim, he shoot for bro
They called my phone, don't wanna be bothered in the studio
Know she gon' f*ck me for some Prada, boy, that ain't your ho
Gangnem tweakin' readin' comments I don't care about
I'm just bein' honest, could've shot you at Cordarelle house
Draco hold a hunnid, one false movement, we gon' air it out
He be on some goofy shit, groupie bitch got your whereabouts, ayy
I know you thought that was your mans until that boy shot ya
On Instagram, flex up with all them bands, don't make us come and rob ya
I really hang with rastas, I really hang with shottas
I swear I prayed for better days and now I'm eatin' lobster
Get on my broom and fly away, I feel like Harry Potter
I grind to get the lawyers paid for my niggas on lock-up
My lil' nigga in the grave, should've did what I taught him
I know the way I live ain't safe, but f*ck it, I'm ballin'
Ayy, I know the way that I be livin' ain't the safest
I been out searchin' for your love for so long, I can't replace it
I know you not the same person inside, you two-faced
They said you cried, you left him on the road, I can see all the traces
I got my back against the rope, I'm feelin' just like Muhammad
No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid
Four traps, they juug and serve but still ain't got enough money
How the f*ck I'ma get what I got and I ain't never had nothin'?
He do for people he don't know, he feel they usin' him
He know her feelings not mutual, but still do for her
He turned his back on his brother, that's what they say 'bout him
He took them boys out the gutter 'cause they gon' spray 'bout him
No matter the weather, just keep your pole on (yeah, yeah)
He jump in headfirst for the hood, but they still told on him (told on him)
He only listen to his pops, but he gettin' old on him (yeah, yeah)
He tried to hide the dope from him, but he still scold on him
The trenches, that's just another name for the ghetto (ghetto)
Shootouts, robberies, gettin' killed, that's what I'm prepared for
What I rap I don't say, "Go do", just what I been through
Percocet, weed and lean on my mental
We not scared, we did what we did
Real niggas checkin' and the kids havin' kids
They goin' out, wantin' gun laws, but it is what it is (yeah)
Public 'fenders don't even care, they tryna please you out your shit
Quando, trench baby, one of my favorites
Five star hotel with my mm, I made it
I ain't tryna hear no, "Sorry" from you, bitch, save it
Just come to Cali with a king, Ant Davis
Ayy, I know the way that I be livin' ain't the safest
I been out searchin' for your love for so long, I can't replace it
I know you not the same person inside, you two-faced
They said you cried, you left him on the road, I can see all the traces
I got my back against the rope, I'm feelin' just like Muhammad
No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid
Four traps, they juug and serve but still ain't got enough money
How the f*ck I'ma get what I got and I ain't never had nothin'?
He do for people he don't know, he feel they usin' him
He know her feelings not mutual, but still do for her
He turned his back on his brother, that's what they say 'bout him
He took them boys out the gutter 'cause they gon' spray 'bout him
Writer: Tyquian Terrel Bowman, Durk D. Banks, Keshawn Lawson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Just Keep Going
Me equals you
I ain't worried 'bout it
You could do what you do
I say, all these damn hoes bring problems
They f*ck with me 'cause I'm the trending topic
Money full dose hoe, that's what I call 'em
She only ridin' for the dollar in your pocket
A thousand dollars, swear to God that's all I need
I learned how to count up guala 'fore I can read
That pussy wet like the Pacific Ocean deep
I swear to God she so terrific on her knees
And I just wanna know why it's so hard for them to realize
All this pain I'm going through and I'm speakin' on real life
I just wanna know why they don't notice all the love I'm showing
I just wanna know why they don't notice that it's hard
But I just keep going, I just keep going
I'm gettin' so hungry for the mil', I'm on the block with utensils
Used to write this rap inside my cell, I had to steal a pen and pencil
Pay attention, watch how the game you get taught get used against you
Panoramic whip I whip it off the lot, it's so expensive
30 shots in my extension, bitch, these Mike Amiri denims
If the rules ain't ever break you doing wrong, tryna bend 'em
I couldn't make 'em get a dollar I only convinced 'em
I humble my emotions, them haters don't make me sing it
A thousand dollars, swear to God that's all I need
I learned how to count up guala 'fore I can read
That pussy wet like the Pacific Ocean deep
I swear to God she so terrific on her knees
And I just wanna know why it's so hard for them to realize
All this pain I'm going through and I'm speakin' on real life
I just wanna know why they don't notice all the love I'm showing
I just wanna know why they don't notice that it's hard
But I just keep going, I just keep going
Writer: Bishop Grinnage, Terrell McNeal, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Legitimate Drugz
Still on the block, I still work, feel incredible
I got my foot on the gas when I'm pushin' the pedal (go Grizz)
I'm on the block where you gotta keep that heavy metal
I'm in this shit forever, ay
I get on FaceTime, just to see my thots
With me, you wastin' time, baby, don't even buy that watch
It's love still, though they love to question my heart
Blue bandana, bang the wheelchair like the parking lot (ay)
I do the dash in a mothaf*ckin' Jag
Had to skrrt off, it can't fit in the parking lot
They say the weakest nigga in the room
That be the nigga that talk a lot
I think that I need another one, baby girl
This a real nigga, one-of-one (ay)
I show legitimate love
This genuine love has got me livin' dangerous
Ay, I even offered to pay your tuition
I gave you letters to sign and read over the terms and conditions (ay)
I was out seekin' for love, but the lean in my cup what I'm missin' (ay)
And I put a beam on the Glock, when I up it, I swear ain't no missin'
We gon' get all of them niggas
Fill all them hollows in pistols, the guala gon' get you
Hit up their block the missiles
I'll send them rastas to get ya, them shottas to get ya
Them robbers'll get ya, these niggas, they know that my roster official
It's a man down in the heart of the trenches
I'd do anything to get my dawg out the system
I sip codieine with a pasision, see it in my face
Shawty wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm paid
Joke's on you, two-door coupe, laughin' to the bank
I had to ride my own wave, I'm in a whole 'nother lane (ay)
She say I do it way better on Percocet
I need some sloppy toppy in the drop-top coupe (ay)
I gotta spend a check for you to f*ck me and get the neck
Ain't no complaints, I got racks in the bank, baby, that's what I
I'm there for the money, I ain't trippin'
Proceed precaution, the drip drippin'
These niggas just hate that I think different
They say that I changed, but I ain't different
Ay, load up them FNs, then hop in the Benz, I go spin on their block
I f*ck with niggas who 'bout their issues, who gon' kill all their opps
I get on FaceTime, just to see my thots
With me, you wastin' time, baby, don't even buy that watch
It's love still, though they love to question my heart
Blue bandana, bang the wheelchair like the parking lot (ay)
I do the dash in a mothaf*ckin' Jag
Had to skrrt off, it can't fit in the parking lot
They say the weakest nigga in the room
That be the nigga that talk a lot
I think that I need another one, baby girl
This a real nigga, one-of-one (ay)
I show legitimate love
This genuine love has got me livin' dangerous
Writer: Charles Driggers, Kevin Price, Nasir Moore, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Perfect Timing
(Trell's on the track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
I came out a roarin' lion
I survived through the toughest of climates
They was selling them dreams, I ain't buy it
I went straight to the top with my mindset
Patek Philippe, my wrist timeless
I call the shit perfect timin'
I call the shit perfect timin'
Every day on that block, we was grindin'
See, I ain't really have a thing
I was tryna get some guala
See, this was way before the fame
Bro told me, "Stack every dollar," ay
New Audemar, not a plain
And all of my diamonds, they flawless
She wanna f*ck and just live with a young nigga
'Cause she know I'm on some boss shit
When I come through, they like, "Aw, shit"
I told my niggas, "I'm gettin' us all rich"
Got the package, it's comin' through federal doors
I cop the coke, leave you hard bricks, ay
I learned my lesson for lovin' these hoes
These bitches be about all dicks
Three codefendants when we caught that case
I'm the one that kept it solid
If I go broke today
We gon' mask up with K's
I'ma run in the bank and just say, "It's a stick-up
I need everything out the safe," hey
They know that nobody safe
I play where don't nobody play, uh
They know that nobody, they know that nobody, they know that nobody safe, hey
I turned my dream to reality
I swear to God, it's a shame, yeah
I had a hustle mentality
I'm grindin' hard every day, hey
I reminisce 'bout the tragedies
Got my lil' dawg in the grave
Got my lil' dawg, got my lil' dawg, got my lil' dawg in the grave
I seen the hurt in my mother face
And I seen the hurt in my brother face
Had to get off my ass and go out and get it
I couldn't do it no other way
What you know about paper chasing?
On the floor, sleepin' in the basement
Out the mud, got it out the pavement
Right in front the judge, boy, you made a statement
Eleven years old, felt it in my soul that I'ma die in these streets
Bullets sprayin' 'round, night, lay me down
Gotta pray before I go to sleep
Mama told me, "Better look both ways, you lose your life in these streets"
Steady reminisce about all the old days, shit ain't right in these streets
I came out a roarin' lion
I survived through the toughest of climates
They was selling them dreams, I ain't buy it
I went straight to the top with my mindset
Patek Philippe, my wrist timeless
I call the shit perfect timin'
I call the shit perfect timin'
Every day on that block, we was grindin'
See, I ain't really have a thing
I was tryna get some guala
See, this was way before the fame
Bro told me, "Stack every dollar," ay
New Audemar, not a plain
And all of my diamonds, they flawless
She wanna f*ck and just live with a young nigga
'Cause she know I'm on some boss shit
When I come through, they like, "Aw, shit"
Writer: Tyquian Bowman, Kendrell Mattox
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Codeine Tales
I feel like this bitch ain't sentimental enough (yeah, yeah, oh)
(Will, you a fool for this one)
But f*ck it, I'ma let this bitch do what it do
I'ma just tell how I feel on this shit
Bae, I got a hundred questions, would you tell a hundred lies?
My heart burnin' from the pain in disguise
See, I can tell by your expressions, I really love that look inside your eyes
See, baby girl, no I'm not like them other guys
I'm off the other side
I put my bro before the hoe, I'm on my brother side
I jumped up off the porch, two packs of 'Ports, I'm screamin', "Homicide"
I guess the wheels fell off the car when them niggas told me that they'll ride
Remember times I did that time, I ain't have nobody by my side
Swear I be feelin' like the Carter so I'm sorry for the wait (wait)
I swear the ghetto keep my heart pumpin' every single day
I'ma continue to go harder 'til a mil' up on my plate
I sip that lean way more than water, I take codeine straight to the face
I know them pussy niggas hate, I built a mansion in the A
She don't even speak English, she smashed the bro the other day
This for my niggas locked behind that door, I swear their lawyers' paid
I talked to Pablo on collect, he told me that he losin' faith
And I can't even much hold it, I miss the look that's on your face
See, they ain't even much notice it 'til the pain was outer space
I know I gotta stay focused, I gotta stay up out the way
'Til I'm sittin' in the Wraith
If the shoe fit, wear it
The difference between me and them, it ain't no comparin'
Nothin' but gangstas in my section, we be steppin' with them Glocks and Smith & Wessons
And all my niggas four pockets like Lil DT out the west end
You cuffed that hoe and bought her clothes, I f*cked that bitch inside the Westin
Before you jumped up off the porch, I was out chasin' a check in
Really a factor in 6, oh, you other niggas gotta check in
Zero, one, two, three, four, I had to count my blessings
When we was swervin' in them cars, you was tryna pop a wheelie (skrrt)
Dreamchaser, goin' hard, I'm feelin' just like Meek Milly
My heart cold just like North Philly, without no hands you can feel me
Only the deaf ones can hear me, them Prada shoes look like Heelys
Sent my lil' nigga up the road and his charge, he appealed it
I tote that Glock with that big pole, yeah, I had to conceal it
That blue flag all a nigga know, other than that them project buildings
Comin' from shit, but now I'm rich, that's one hell of a feeling
Pull up, pop out and you gon' give it up (give it up)
I gave it all I got when they ain't give a f*ck (give a f*ck)
And you can't hang with us 'cause you ain't real enough (real enough)
No, you can't claim with us 'cause you ain't trill enough (trill enough, yeah)
Yeah, dope boy dreamin' (dreamin')
For them Perkys and that lean, I be fiendin' (fiendin')
When I tell you I love you, girl, I had meaned it (meaned it)
You don't really know the real meanin'
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
What's the real definition of "Won't change"?
I done been hit at by poles, I done been locked in them chains
I done turned glitter to gold, traded the street life for the stage
And I just wanna ball a hundred summers without you (baby)
Codeine tears runnin' down my face (down my face)
Yeah, it's hard to confess that I'm afraid
Writer: Darryl Clemons, Joseph Nguyen, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love Or Lust
You know I counted the things that you said
I, I feel Akon when he said
I can't seem to get away from misery
I tried to keep it real and never fold, girl
You lied, you said you'd ride but you ain't rode
I realize I'm walkin' down the same old road (ay)
Ple-e-e-e-e-ease tell me
Is it really love or lust?
Ple-e-e-e-e-ease tell me
Should I give my whole and trust?
If it's not what I think it seem to be
Let me know so I can get my things and leave
Ple-ple-e-e-e-e-ease let me know
Is it love or trust? (Oh, yeah, ay)
I'm so addicted to lean
I'ma go hard just to put on my team (ay)
Big 38 with the beam
Up it and bust it and f*ck up the scene (ay)
I asked him what do he mean
Drop us a 'Vette, got me feelin' like Keem (ay)
I just be countin' the cream
Twenty-five hundred, AMIRI the jeans
I swear the way that we be livin' is not televised
My pain runnin' deeper than the ocean, I can't tell a lie
R.I.P. to Quaffy, while I'm here you know you still alive
Never pick a side, no pull for sides, I'm always with the guys
Got crossed so many times I'm feelin' like I'm playin' against A.I.
Hurt to notice they bail, I told you soldiers will always ride
Lift the pole up and let it fly
Roll the dope up and let's get high
Rich and roll in that double R
Them people said I won't make it far
I tried to keep it real and never fold, girl
You lied, you said you'd ride but you ain't rode
I realize I'm walkin' down the same old road (ay)
Ple-e-e-e-e-ease tell me
Is it really love or lust?
Ple-e-e-e-e-ease tell me
Should I give my whole and trust?
If it's not what I think it seem to be
Let me know so I can get my things and leave
Ple-ple-e-e-e-e-ease let me know
Is it love or trust? (Oh, yeah)
Writer: Tyquian Bowman, Kendrell Mattox
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Letter To My Daughter
(Mommy, India got the beats)
Oooh-oh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oh-oooh-ooh
I done dedicate my whole heart to you, girl
You the only one know how I feel
Run it up to just buy the whole world
I don't care if it cost a hunnid mill'
Want you to know you the only one
Made me change the way that I live
As a child, promise you'll have fun
Ain't gotta worry 'bout a dollar bill
Bought a queen size crib for my baby
Right by you, I'ma lay there
Tell you some stories 'bout how your mama drive me crazy
Crazy that your baby ridin' 'round in a Maybach
Tellin' "no" to you, baby I'd never say that
Take you to the corner where I used to get paid back
My heart got torn you are the one can replace that
Day you were born, I wish that I could go replay that
She gon' tell me she love me no one got at you
Even though am new a Rondo coming back to you
Thought the key to my heart was that flag that's blue
Keep it G from the start, you a bag on boo
When I walk inside the door, she gon' know it's me
I'ma tell her 'bout the days they ain't notice me
I can feel you and you know I'm you're Jodeci
You got your name from overseas
We don't do plain Jane, get her new VVs
Let her watch Dora on big TV
By the way I growed up, she ain't gotta see
In the shower with your mama, girl, that's privacy
She like the way my car crack up, vroom, ride
Innocent princess in my eyes
Brand new Rolex when you turn 5
You don't need no man, I'm by your side
I done dedicate my whole heart to you, girl
You the only one know how I feel
Run it up to just buy the whole world
I don't care if it cost a hunnid mill'
Want you to know you the only one
Made me change the way that I live
As a child, promise you'll have fun
Ain't gotta worry 'bout a dollar bill
You know I'ma dedicate my life to you baby girl
You know it's just me you and these two double cups
Listen up, its a true story baby girl
Bigger, swear I can't wait 'til she is bigger
Every time she quiet, daddy's girl getting paid up
Pa f*ckin' all these blues, you can call off all the figures
I'ma do wherever just to make you smile
Search for you, walk a thousand miles
Won't catch no tear come down my eye
Girl you my gift, my winning prize
And I'm ashamed to say it ain't safe to ride
I have to speak the truth before I tell you lie
They ever f*ck with you, I swear they gonna die
I'll do a hundred life just to feed my child
I'm over dedicated, I'm infatuated
Do anything just to see my girl situated
I'm sorry I got in this situation
I'ma blame it on the lean and the liquor baby
I done dedicate my whole heart to you, girl
You the only one know how I feel
Run it up to just buy the whole world
I don't care if it cost a hunnid mill'
Want you to know you the only one
Made me change the way that I live
As a child, promise you'll have fun
Ain't gotta worry 'bout a dollar bill
She like the way my car crack up, vroom, ride
I dedicate my life to you girl
Writer: India Williams, Tyquain Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING