[Sample:]
"Stone-hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard, machine gun
Bulletproof glass"
[Hook - D&D:]
L.A., can't believe I found love in the city of L.A
L.A., it's the city of angels, they can take you anywhere
In L.A., L.A., L.A., L.A., we found, found love in L.A., L.A., L.A., L.A
We found love
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
In the city of the gang bang
Yeah, we still dying over red and blue strings
Chuck my set up and it feel good
Cause don't nobody love you more than your neighborhood
We always had bitches, we don't love those
Grew up around the gangsters and the cutthroats
Be careful where you at, you might get bust on
Yeah, all my South Central niggas, Inglewood, twist your fingers up
Compton and Watts, Eastside, always turning up
Bad bitches up at Greystone and Supper Club
Tell 'em where we're from like
[Hook]
[Kendrick Lamar:]
God, let me right my wrongs, God, let me write this song
God in the middle with a mark
Let me hit a pawn shop, momma said we need a loan
God, let me dedicate this to the 80% that ain't never coming home
God, let me know you exist
In a city where a hundred hollow-tips get thrown
I'm off that Centennial
F*ckin' at the party, nigga, at the party, we fade ten or more
My hood came thinkin' we yellin', "We in this bitch"
Then we yellin', "We in your bitch"
Or you tellin' all of us our dwellin' inside of 2Pacolypse, thug life
And we off that whoopty-whoopty-whoop
And we in that hoopty with the two choppers
So we're guaranteed to shoot
Lock us in the L.A. County zoo
Watch us eat a bear alive and, ooh this feels so good to keep it true
This feels so good, I'm keepin' you
Hope I'm teachin' you all the lessons I learned
When I made that turn off the 110
Watch that marijuana just burn
This shit just make you wanna just sin
See that Staples Center high yearnin' if the Lakers get me a win
I'm gon' liquor shot in memory of Pac, Makaveli live again
Bitch, I'm in L.A. yeah, yeah, motherf*cker
[Hook]
Ty Dolla Sign - Free TC Album Lyrics
Ty Dolla Sign - Free TC Lyrics
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Saved
Errytime they see me ballin'
All my old bitches callin'
Pull up in exotic, I see a little bitch jockin'
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
No I won't save her
Dolla $ign a f*ckboi he won't date her
About my paper, real big shit man everything Taylor
Vans on like a skater
We eatin' over here, man, everything catered
She know I'm a player
She wanna f*ck now but I wanna f*ck later
She been lookin' for a baller (baller, baller, baller, baller)
Somebody that'll keep her in designer
She ain't thinkin' 'bout love (Ooh)
She got her mind on my money
Can't get a damn thing from me
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
[E-40:]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
What's that nigga name? Captain-Save-A-Ho man
He ain't me and I ain't him
He a bozo, I'm a real one
She take after her auntie, got her mind on my money
Tattoo on her tummy, booty hella chunky
Every time I see her, she look nicer and nicer
Haters throw shade like a sun visor
I told her that I'm broke, can't throw her half of my guap
Bitch I ain't Rescue Ronnie, I ain't captain save a thot
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Make me rich, follow my commands and I'll grant you a wish
I'm just a real one from the gravel, from the soil, the mud
And some of my thugs ain't never been to a club
She ain't looking for love, she just wanna take a ride with the plug cause she...
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
Errytime they see me ballin'
All my old bitches callin'
Pull up in exotic, I see a little bitch jockin'
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
All my old bitches callin'
Pull up in exotic, I see a little bitch jockin'
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
No I won't save her
Dolla $ign a f*ckboi he won't date her
About my paper, real big shit man everything Taylor
Vans on like a skater
We eatin' over here, man, everything catered
She know I'm a player
She wanna f*ck now but I wanna f*ck later
She been lookin' for a baller (baller, baller, baller, baller)
Somebody that'll keep her in designer
She ain't thinkin' 'bout love (Ooh)
She got her mind on my money
Can't get a damn thing from me
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
[E-40:]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
What's that nigga name? Captain-Save-A-Ho man
He ain't me and I ain't him
He a bozo, I'm a real one
She take after her auntie, got her mind on my money
Tattoo on her tummy, booty hella chunky
Every time I see her, she look nicer and nicer
Haters throw shade like a sun visor
I told her that I'm broke, can't throw her half of my guap
Bitch I ain't Rescue Ronnie, I ain't captain save a thot
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Make me rich, follow my commands and I'll grant you a wish
I'm just a real one from the gravel, from the soil, the mud
And some of my thugs ain't never been to a club
She ain't looking for love, she just wanna take a ride with the plug cause she...
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
Errytime they see me ballin'
All my old bitches callin'
Pull up in exotic, I see a little bitch jockin'
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
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Straight Up
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
I don't really want much
I ain't with the drama
Save it for your man, girl
If it ain't money I don't wanna know
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
Your man he a ball boy (damn)
Girl, why you still messin' with old boy? (I'm just saying)
He can't get you what you want
(I mean how that working out though)
Say he be talking too much
And you know hoes gon' be hoes
And what you need is you a real one, a real one
Let you go out with your day one's
Without the holler and screaming
Just have you hollering, moaning
In the morning, wake your ass up so we can do it again
Let your grow, experiment
Don't judge, don't act like a
You say that love ain't loved on that dude lately
I know that, that's the reason your nigga hate me
Since you got that real thing, that real thing
Girl don't start to feel things, like feelings, yeah
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
Girl that thing so good, I done told you I love it, damn (aww damn)
Don't mind me, sometimes I get carried away, oh I
And that thing was so good I done said let's get married, damn
You can't blame me, we had that Jagged Edge plan
[Jagged Edge:]
Meet me at the bar in you white dress
In your white dress, in that dress
Meet me at the bar in you white dress
In your white dress, in that dress
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
[Reporter:]
Rappers Ty Dolla $ign and YG allegedly beat down a guy for cramping their VIP style in an Australian night club, Sunday night. Rappers performed at Eve night club in Melbourne. Police say a club goer is accusing them of punching and kicking him in the head in a dispute over their turf. The alleged victim claims he was hanging in the VIP area when the rappers and their crews rolled in trying to shove everyone else out. The victim says when he refused to budge, they unloaded on him and chased him outside. Cops eventually arrived and shutdown the club. No one else got arrested, but we're told they're now investigating the alleged assault
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
I don't really want much
I ain't with the drama
Save it for your man, girl
If it ain't money I don't wanna know
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
Your man he a ball boy (damn)
Girl, why you still messin' with old boy? (I'm just saying)
He can't get you what you want
(I mean how that working out though)
Say he be talking too much
And you know hoes gon' be hoes
And what you need is you a real one, a real one
Let you go out with your day one's
Without the holler and screaming
Just have you hollering, moaning
In the morning, wake your ass up so we can do it again
Let your grow, experiment
Don't judge, don't act like a
You say that love ain't loved on that dude lately
I know that, that's the reason your nigga hate me
Since you got that real thing, that real thing
Girl don't start to feel things, like feelings, yeah
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
Girl that thing so good, I done told you I love it, damn (aww damn)
Don't mind me, sometimes I get carried away, oh I
And that thing was so good I done said let's get married, damn
You can't blame me, we had that Jagged Edge plan
[Jagged Edge:]
Meet me at the bar in you white dress
In your white dress, in that dress
Meet me at the bar in you white dress
In your white dress, in that dress
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
[Reporter:]
Rappers Ty Dolla $ign and YG allegedly beat down a guy for cramping their VIP style in an Australian night club, Sunday night. Rappers performed at Eve night club in Melbourne. Police say a club goer is accusing them of punching and kicking him in the head in a dispute over their turf. The alleged victim claims he was hanging in the VIP area when the rappers and their crews rolled in trying to shove everyone else out. The victim says when he refused to budge, they unloaded on him and chased him outside. Cops eventually arrived and shutdown the club. No one else got arrested, but we're told they're now investigating the alleged assault
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Solid
I got my money up
These women all down
As soon as I touch down in they city
Man, they all coming out
They love me in New York
And down South
They know I'm from the Westside
And I stay with the loud
Big kush, long money
Bad girls, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I'm solid
Everywhere I go, your boy solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
Snitching on your homies, that ain't solid
Tricking, she ain't yours, that ain't solid
She a minor in an Audi
Wouldn't give that ass a dollar
She said, "Don't you got a million dollars?"
I told her "Stay up out my pocket"
Stay the eff from 'round me
You can miss me with that false shit
You ain't drop none on this
Big kush, long money
Bad girls, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I'm solid
Everywhere I go, your boy solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
I got my money up
These women all down
And every time I touch down in they city
Man, they all coming out
Aye, they on the way
Yeah, they on the way
When they pull up, we gon' celebrate
Celebrate, we gon' celebrate
Hey, cause today was a good day
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I'm solid
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Hello? Hello?
(Yeah, what's the deal, what up?)
Aye, what up, what up, what up?
Shit, nigga, I been calling you like three days, nigga
Three days and shit, you haven't been picking up the phone, the f*ck
(Yeah, man, the homies took off on the police and they got us on lock down,
they ran up in a nigga's field, slashed his crib, nigga fell off)
Damn, you know I got you, fool
They took your whole shit, though?
(Yeah, they took everything, but nigga be straight
You alright, though?)
Yeah, I'm whatever, man, I'm doing this album shit right now, man
(I miss you, man)
I miss you, too, fool. What you on, though?
(Man, I'm tryna hop on this album!)
These women all down
As soon as I touch down in they city
Man, they all coming out
They love me in New York
And down South
They know I'm from the Westside
And I stay with the loud
Big kush, long money
Bad girls, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I'm solid
Everywhere I go, your boy solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
Snitching on your homies, that ain't solid
Tricking, she ain't yours, that ain't solid
She a minor in an Audi
Wouldn't give that ass a dollar
She said, "Don't you got a million dollars?"
I told her "Stay up out my pocket"
Stay the eff from 'round me
You can miss me with that false shit
You ain't drop none on this
Big kush, long money
Bad girls, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I'm solid
Everywhere I go, your boy solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
I got my money up
These women all down
And every time I touch down in they city
Man, they all coming out
Aye, they on the way
Yeah, they on the way
When they pull up, we gon' celebrate
Celebrate, we gon' celebrate
Hey, cause today was a good day
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I'm solid
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Hello? Hello?
(Yeah, what's the deal, what up?)
Aye, what up, what up, what up?
Shit, nigga, I been calling you like three days, nigga
Three days and shit, you haven't been picking up the phone, the f*ck
(Yeah, man, the homies took off on the police and they got us on lock down,
they ran up in a nigga's field, slashed his crib, nigga fell off)
Damn, you know I got you, fool
They took your whole shit, though?
(Yeah, they took everything, but nigga be straight
You alright, though?)
Yeah, I'm whatever, man, I'm doing this album shit right now, man
(I miss you, man)
I miss you, too, fool. What you on, though?
(Man, I'm tryna hop on this album!)
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Horses In The Stable
Got a girl name 'Mica in Chicago
Another one name Patricia in Toronto
Lil' mama name 'Nana up in Utah
Got a girl name Maria down in New York
I told her, "Give me some good. I might come back."
I snap my fingers they be on me just like that
They know the way that I'm living ain't right
You just another girl and this is just another night
Yeah
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable
That I can ride, oh, anytime (yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime
Yeah, yeah
Lil baby name Pearl god damn
Got a bitch named Nicki, pussy like quicksand suck me in
Catherine Anne Katrina, we met in Catalina
Took it down that night, was the last time I seen her
I told her, "Give me some good. I might come back."
I snap my fingers they be on me just like that
They know the way that I'm living ain't right
You just another girl and this is just another night
Yeah
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable
That I can ride, oh, anytime (yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime
She said she lookin' for a real one
I told her that she found a real one
Said she looking for relationships
I said, "Girl, who you playin' with?"
But if you give me some good I'll come back
If you give some good I'll come back
But I ain't tryin' to stay though
Nah, girl, I said it happens everyday oh
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable
That I can ride, oh, anytime (yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime
Another one name Patricia in Toronto
Lil' mama name 'Nana up in Utah
Got a girl name Maria down in New York
I told her, "Give me some good. I might come back."
I snap my fingers they be on me just like that
They know the way that I'm living ain't right
You just another girl and this is just another night
Yeah
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable
That I can ride, oh, anytime (yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime
Yeah, yeah
Lil baby name Pearl god damn
Got a bitch named Nicki, pussy like quicksand suck me in
Catherine Anne Katrina, we met in Catalina
Took it down that night, was the last time I seen her
I told her, "Give me some good. I might come back."
I snap my fingers they be on me just like that
They know the way that I'm living ain't right
You just another girl and this is just another night
Yeah
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable
That I can ride, oh, anytime (yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime
She said she lookin' for a real one
I told her that she found a real one
Said she looking for relationships
I said, "Girl, who you playin' with?"
But if you give me some good I'll come back
If you give some good I'll come back
But I ain't tryin' to stay though
Nah, girl, I said it happens everyday oh
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable
That I can ride, oh, anytime (yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime
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Know Ya
You have four new messages
Main menu: To listen to your messages press one
First new message: "Hey Ty it's Precious, I had a really good time the other night and I'm just, you know calling, to let you know so hit me back"
Next message: "Hey Ty, again, it's me Precious, still ain't heard back from you, I know you busy though, call me back when you get a chance"
Next message: "Hey Ty it's been about two weeks, two minutes and five seconds and I haven't from you"
Next message: "Hey it's Precious again nigga call me the motherf*cking back! it's the third time I done took my kids over to my momma's house and I ain't heard from yo' ass talking 'bout some motherf*cking paranoid, you ain't seen paranoid
[Verse 1 - Ty Dolla $ign:]
I was stroking, in the morning
When my other bitch came thru unexpected
She was tripping, I was naked
I didn't answer the door she kept banging
I was high on the molly (High)
I wasn't even prepared for the drama (Drama)
She grabbed her heels and her robe
She stashed that bag and crept up out the backdoor
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign:]
I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I did-I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
[Verse 2 - Trey Songz:]
Ain't this a bitch
Ain't this some shit
Bangin' on the door, I'm on the floor bangin' her ribs
What's your name? Forgot to ask her
This generation hella backwards
I didn't get to know ya, but you gave me that ass first
Tell me beat it like a master
Damn I'm mad at her
She just little obsessed I guess
I'm just a little bit stressed I guess
I can't believe it's real right now
Imagine how she feel right now
She dipped out so quick, ya so pissed I'm like:
Hol' up
[Pre-Hook - Ty Dolla $ign:]
Didn't we just meet last night
Girl I don't even really know ya
But nigga got you coming Northside
Nah you f*cking, goddamn I didn't even get to know ya
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign & Trey Songz:]
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I did-I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
[Bridge - Ty Dolla $ign & Trey Songz:]
Look what we done started
Look what we done started
I didn't even, I ain't get to know ya
You ain't going for it
No, no, no, no, I call you four days
Say you movin' on (Say that you movin')
Say don't call no more
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign & Trey Songz:]
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I did-I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
Main menu: To listen to your messages press one
First new message: "Hey Ty it's Precious, I had a really good time the other night and I'm just, you know calling, to let you know so hit me back"
Next message: "Hey Ty, again, it's me Precious, still ain't heard back from you, I know you busy though, call me back when you get a chance"
Next message: "Hey Ty it's been about two weeks, two minutes and five seconds and I haven't from you"
Next message: "Hey it's Precious again nigga call me the motherf*cking back! it's the third time I done took my kids over to my momma's house and I ain't heard from yo' ass talking 'bout some motherf*cking paranoid, you ain't seen paranoid
[Verse 1 - Ty Dolla $ign:]
I was stroking, in the morning
When my other bitch came thru unexpected
She was tripping, I was naked
I didn't answer the door she kept banging
I was high on the molly (High)
I wasn't even prepared for the drama (Drama)
She grabbed her heels and her robe
She stashed that bag and crept up out the backdoor
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign:]
I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I did-I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
[Verse 2 - Trey Songz:]
Ain't this a bitch
Ain't this some shit
Bangin' on the door, I'm on the floor bangin' her ribs
What's your name? Forgot to ask her
This generation hella backwards
I didn't get to know ya, but you gave me that ass first
Tell me beat it like a master
Damn I'm mad at her
She just little obsessed I guess
I'm just a little bit stressed I guess
I can't believe it's real right now
Imagine how she feel right now
She dipped out so quick, ya so pissed I'm like:
Hol' up
[Pre-Hook - Ty Dolla $ign:]
Didn't we just meet last night
Girl I don't even really know ya
But nigga got you coming Northside
Nah you f*cking, goddamn I didn't even get to know ya
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign & Trey Songz:]
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I did-I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
[Bridge - Ty Dolla $ign & Trey Songz:]
Look what we done started
Look what we done started
I didn't even, I ain't get to know ya
You ain't going for it
No, no, no, no, I call you four days
Say you movin' on (Say that you movin')
Say don't call no more
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign & Trey Songz:]
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I did-I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
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Credit
Now I stopped talking to them bitches
I did everything you asked to me and more
Still you be going through my 'gram
Trippin' when you know them pictures old
I'm more than focused on this money
Trying to turn this house into a home
Swear you stay focused on the problems
Girl it ain't no wonder they ain't gone
So I say I don't care, you say I ain't there
So I should just pack my shit and go
I grab myself a bag, you beg me to come back
How much you play them games with your nigga, I'm so tired of it
Now you can't make your mind up if you want a nigga
I hate to see you lonely like these other bitches
You bringing up the past when you know it's different
And you know it's different, I'm just asking girl
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
I said give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
I ain't never flirt with none of your home girls
I could give a f*ck about your so hoe girls
I never smoked weed in your mama house
Unless you sparked that shit, she was out of town
I promise to go to the grave with all your secrets
And whatever gifts I bought you, you can keep it
Girl, as strong as I am you're my Venus
And after a long day at work, you're like a weekend
So I say I don't care, you say I ain't there
So I should just pack my shit and go
I grab myself a bag, you beg me to come back
How much you play these games with your nigga, girl
Now you can't make your mind up if you want a nigga
I hate to see you lonely like these other bitches
You bringing up the past when you know it's different
And you know it's different, I'm just asking girl
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
I said give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
[Sevyn Streeter:]
Baby I done forgot about it
I be sitting around and just thinking about it
You do everything you say you gon' do
Want you to know I appreciate all that shit
Even when we be arguin'
Still come before everybody
Ain't no ifs, ands or buts about it
Because what we got here wouldn't trade for nothin'
If you gotta go, be good to your man
Because I know you're good for it
I know you good for it, do what you should for it
I know your good for it
Nigga you are the good kid, and that's how it should be
I know you're good for it
That's on lock down what, like ain't no weed smokin' or what?
Ain't no coming out of the show, ain't no nothin', you feel me.
Like we ain't ran a shower in a week. We ain't got no food, nothin', it's bad right now
No food?
Nothing, they don't let you go to [?], they don't let you get back in unless you for nothing. You just gotta live off the state, stay in your cage and work out. We got muscles though, we got muscles though, still got muscles. Last year, that's regular shit man, like same shit
I did everything you asked to me and more
Still you be going through my 'gram
Trippin' when you know them pictures old
I'm more than focused on this money
Trying to turn this house into a home
Swear you stay focused on the problems
Girl it ain't no wonder they ain't gone
So I say I don't care, you say I ain't there
So I should just pack my shit and go
I grab myself a bag, you beg me to come back
How much you play them games with your nigga, I'm so tired of it
Now you can't make your mind up if you want a nigga
I hate to see you lonely like these other bitches
You bringing up the past when you know it's different
And you know it's different, I'm just asking girl
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
I said give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
I ain't never flirt with none of your home girls
I could give a f*ck about your so hoe girls
I never smoked weed in your mama house
Unless you sparked that shit, she was out of town
I promise to go to the grave with all your secrets
And whatever gifts I bought you, you can keep it
Girl, as strong as I am you're my Venus
And after a long day at work, you're like a weekend
So I say I don't care, you say I ain't there
So I should just pack my shit and go
I grab myself a bag, you beg me to come back
How much you play these games with your nigga, girl
Now you can't make your mind up if you want a nigga
I hate to see you lonely like these other bitches
You bringing up the past when you know it's different
And you know it's different, I'm just asking girl
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
I said give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
[Sevyn Streeter:]
Baby I done forgot about it
I be sitting around and just thinking about it
You do everything you say you gon' do
Want you to know I appreciate all that shit
Even when we be arguin'
Still come before everybody
Ain't no ifs, ands or buts about it
Because what we got here wouldn't trade for nothin'
If you gotta go, be good to your man
Because I know you're good for it
I know you good for it, do what you should for it
I know your good for it
Nigga you are the good kid, and that's how it should be
I know you're good for it
That's on lock down what, like ain't no weed smokin' or what?
Ain't no coming out of the show, ain't no nothin', you feel me.
Like we ain't ran a shower in a week. We ain't got no food, nothin', it's bad right now
No food?
Nothing, they don't let you go to [?], they don't let you get back in unless you for nothing. You just gotta live off the state, stay in your cage and work out. We got muscles though, we got muscles though, still got muscles. Last year, that's regular shit man, like same shit
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Guard Down
[Puff Daddy:]
Can't let 'em take your spirit
Never let 'em take your soul
[Ty Dolla $ign & (Kanye West):]
Sister don't let your guard down
You know there's more out there waiting for you
Hell naw, no, sister don't let your guard down
You've come way, way too far now
Lesson learned, lesson learned
Lessons learned, lessons learned, lessons learned
May your future last long, past, present
Faith strong, hold on to heaven
One hand up, hold onto heaven
God bless us with every second on earth
Same as the legend was told
To my ears at 5 years old
Sister don't let your guard down
You've got too much shit goin' on yeah
But I know you've been workin' through all that
Know you, I know you've been goin' through it your whole life
And I say, brother don't let your guards down
Body's starting to rot now
Know you've been workin' that body all night
But it's 3am and we bout to go up again
It's 3 am and we're just starting again
It's 3 am and we're just starting again
Sister don't let your guard down
I know you've been working hard now
Brother don't let your guard down
Nah, nah, nah
And the fight not over, the fight just beginning
The last kid exposed, soon as he went it
The devil is smiling
The guy keeps on sinning
Don't let them take over the heart within
Sister don't let your guard down
It's 'bout to get hard now
And brother don't let your love go
Support her in the best way you know how
Love on your woman, step by your brother
Hold on to your loved ones
I know we've all lost some
Pray before rain falls, cause the [?] are coming
They don't share the love but they're up to something
(I know it, I know that they're up to something
I know, I know it, that they're up to something)
So, sister don't let your guard down
Shit's about to get hard now
Brother don't let them on now
Protect them the best way you know how
(The best way that you know
The best way that you know
The best way that you know how)
Brother, (protect her the best way that you know)
(The best way that you know
The best way that you know how)
[Puff Daddy:]
Sometimes when you have something, it's like you take it for granted. And sometimes something loves you and you don't love it back. See right now wish you was here. I wish you was here so I could hold you down. I wish you was here so you could hold me down. This to my brother, this to my sister, this to my Queen
What y'all smoking on though?
That's a little OG, that Dolla $ign OG. This shit flight nigga
Hey you bleeding? God damn
I got the Wiz Khalifa erm...
Khalifa kiss kk
Nah the Wiz Khalifa little cones and shit
Can't let 'em take your spirit
Never let 'em take your soul
[Ty Dolla $ign & (Kanye West):]
Sister don't let your guard down
You know there's more out there waiting for you
Hell naw, no, sister don't let your guard down
You've come way, way too far now
Lesson learned, lesson learned
Lessons learned, lessons learned, lessons learned
May your future last long, past, present
Faith strong, hold on to heaven
One hand up, hold onto heaven
God bless us with every second on earth
Same as the legend was told
To my ears at 5 years old
Sister don't let your guard down
You've got too much shit goin' on yeah
But I know you've been workin' through all that
Know you, I know you've been goin' through it your whole life
And I say, brother don't let your guards down
Body's starting to rot now
Know you've been workin' that body all night
But it's 3am and we bout to go up again
It's 3 am and we're just starting again
It's 3 am and we're just starting again
Sister don't let your guard down
I know you've been working hard now
Brother don't let your guard down
Nah, nah, nah
And the fight not over, the fight just beginning
The last kid exposed, soon as he went it
The devil is smiling
The guy keeps on sinning
Don't let them take over the heart within
Sister don't let your guard down
It's 'bout to get hard now
And brother don't let your love go
Support her in the best way you know how
Love on your woman, step by your brother
Hold on to your loved ones
I know we've all lost some
Pray before rain falls, cause the [?] are coming
They don't share the love but they're up to something
(I know it, I know that they're up to something
I know, I know it, that they're up to something)
So, sister don't let your guard down
Shit's about to get hard now
Brother don't let them on now
Protect them the best way you know how
(The best way that you know
The best way that you know
The best way that you know how)
Brother, (protect her the best way that you know)
(The best way that you know
The best way that you know how)
[Puff Daddy:]
Sometimes when you have something, it's like you take it for granted. And sometimes something loves you and you don't love it back. See right now wish you was here. I wish you was here so I could hold you down. I wish you was here so you could hold me down. This to my brother, this to my sister, this to my Queen
What y'all smoking on though?
That's a little OG, that Dolla $ign OG. This shit flight nigga
Hey you bleeding? God damn
I got the Wiz Khalifa erm...
Khalifa kiss kk
Nah the Wiz Khalifa little cones and shit
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Sitting Pretty
That ass she walkin' round with is sitting pretty
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty
Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty
Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty
Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty
If she pretty, sitting pretty
They be goin' shopping every weekend
Baby killin' all these hoes, they be mad
They just jealous, they get stunned when she pull up
They gone hop out then walk in then go up
Drink a little somethin' then pour up
From the city everybody know us
And me and Young Khalifa, nigga hold up
Little momma said "how you stay so high but be so focused"
Shit, I guess I'm the man, I feel like the man
I came with my dogs, we takin' no losses
We stuck to the band, I can't be your man
All that ass you walkin' round with is sitting pretty
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty
Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty
Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty
Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty
If she pretty, sitting pretty
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hoes in my section I gotta go old school collection
Rollin' up dope, wrappin' smoke my profession
My Rollie just won the election
Pull up, drop the top, hit the swish
Let it drop, stop and smoke out the whole intersection
I roll with protection
Pull up to the club late as f*ck just to sow my investments
Send emojis, ya'll hoes get the message
Randy Moss is for sure a reception
Talk to God so I know it's a blessin'
Rollin' up on the phone, playin' Tekken
And the front got the batteries chargin'
And the kitchen got two bitches chefin'
One stuffed with clothes, one in dressin'
I'm gettin' this money, finessin'
Know what I'm sayin'?
All that ass you walkin' round with is sitting pretty
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty
Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty
Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty
Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty
If she pretty, sitting pretty
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty
Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty
Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty
Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty
If she pretty, sitting pretty
They be goin' shopping every weekend
Baby killin' all these hoes, they be mad
They just jealous, they get stunned when she pull up
They gone hop out then walk in then go up
Drink a little somethin' then pour up
From the city everybody know us
And me and Young Khalifa, nigga hold up
Little momma said "how you stay so high but be so focused"
Shit, I guess I'm the man, I feel like the man
I came with my dogs, we takin' no losses
We stuck to the band, I can't be your man
All that ass you walkin' round with is sitting pretty
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty
Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty
Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty
Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty
If she pretty, sitting pretty
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hoes in my section I gotta go old school collection
Rollin' up dope, wrappin' smoke my profession
My Rollie just won the election
Pull up, drop the top, hit the swish
Let it drop, stop and smoke out the whole intersection
I roll with protection
Pull up to the club late as f*ck just to sow my investments
Send emojis, ya'll hoes get the message
Randy Moss is for sure a reception
Talk to God so I know it's a blessin'
Rollin' up on the phone, playin' Tekken
And the front got the batteries chargin'
And the kitchen got two bitches chefin'
One stuffed with clothes, one in dressin'
I'm gettin' this money, finessin'
Know what I'm sayin'?
All that ass you walkin' round with is sitting pretty
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty
Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty
Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty
Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty
If she pretty, sitting pretty
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Naaaa, naaa, naaa, naaa, naaa
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
When I See Ya
Dolla $ign, Dolla
Ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ohhh ohhh
I got more money than your nigga do
Girl you ain't worry bout it
We be still f*ckin' around and I got a bitch too
You ain't worry 'bout it
Ohh ohh ohh, we ain't worry bout it
Yeah, cause we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gone f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gone f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You said that sorry ass nigga ain't hit it right
I came through, I f*cked all on you, had you feelin' right
I brought the weed, you had the drank
We got dumb lit
We turned the music up loud so they can't hear
Cause you be loud as a bitch when I'm deep in that shit
If my bitch find out I be pleadin' the fifth
Why your home girls say we pull off in the four
Them bitches ain't got any money
Them bitches can't tell you nothing
I got more money than your nigga do
Girl you ain't worry bout it
We be still f*ckin' around and I got a bitch too
You ain't worry 'bout it
Ohh ohh ohh, we ain't worry bout it
Cause we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (we gon' f*ck)
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Fetty Wap:]
We be goin' all night girl
Droppin' them drawers, puttin' holes in the walls
You a freak and I like that girl
Come ride with a boss, pull a check at the mall
So you can leave your man at home
I'm just tryna play baby, I ain't tryna waste no time
We ain't got all day baby, hit it then I press rewind
Won't you come my way baby
Got way more money than y'all
Nigga ain't got no bank, baby
Sneak up from behind 'em, dancing while we singing
You ain't never met a nigga like me
Girl you know my name baby
I got more money than your nigga do
Girl you ain't worry bout it
We be still f*ckin' around and I got a bitch too
You ain't worry 'bout it
Ohh ohh ohh, we ain't worry bout it
Cause we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (we gone f*ck)
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ohhh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ohhh ohhh
I got more money than your nigga do
Girl you ain't worry bout it
We be still f*ckin' around and I got a bitch too
You ain't worry 'bout it
Ohh ohh ohh, we ain't worry bout it
Yeah, cause we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gone f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gone f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You said that sorry ass nigga ain't hit it right
I came through, I f*cked all on you, had you feelin' right
I brought the weed, you had the drank
We got dumb lit
We turned the music up loud so they can't hear
Cause you be loud as a bitch when I'm deep in that shit
If my bitch find out I be pleadin' the fifth
Why your home girls say we pull off in the four
Them bitches ain't got any money
Them bitches can't tell you nothing
I got more money than your nigga do
Girl you ain't worry bout it
We be still f*ckin' around and I got a bitch too
You ain't worry 'bout it
Ohh ohh ohh, we ain't worry bout it
Cause we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (we gon' f*ck)
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Fetty Wap:]
We be goin' all night girl
Droppin' them drawers, puttin' holes in the walls
You a freak and I like that girl
Come ride with a boss, pull a check at the mall
So you can leave your man at home
I'm just tryna play baby, I ain't tryna waste no time
We ain't got all day baby, hit it then I press rewind
Won't you come my way baby
Got way more money than y'all
Nigga ain't got no bank, baby
Sneak up from behind 'em, dancing while we singing
You ain't never met a nigga like me
Girl you know my name baby
I got more money than your nigga do
Girl you ain't worry bout it
We be still f*ckin' around and I got a bitch too
You ain't worry 'bout it
Ohh ohh ohh, we ain't worry bout it
Cause we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (we gone f*ck)
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Blas
[Intro - Future:]
You know what's going on
Over there and over there, okay
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign (Future) :]
(Ordered up a hundred roses
Need a benz like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
[Verse 1 - Ty Dolla $ign:]
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, all I drink is Bombay
When I'm with my niggas, I might drink that Henny
Smoking Kush and pull it, motherf*ck the police
I ain't scared to die, on them dead homies
Hit them licks, wh-whipping the bricks
Still with the shit
I'm young and I'm rich, young and I'm rich
I got hoes nigga, I got hoes in different area codes, I think I'm Nate Dogg
I started from the ground I'm that nigga now
I stay with the loud, can you hear me now?
And my bitch cold, She a centerfold
Put her on a stand, and she never told
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign (Future) :]
(Ordered up a hundred roses
Need a benz like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]
I break the bank like an athlete, hon
Shawty caught drunk, f*cking up her new Louboutins
If I let her in my Masi she might be a trending topic
Before she gotta ride it, bust it, pop it, Blasé, Blasé
Been spent your rent and I'm still blowing big faces
Something 'bout them Ben Franklins make any bitch get naked
Crew got the juice, bitch you don't need no chasers
Ball on these niggas, I need knee replacements
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign (Future) :]
(Ordered up a hundred roses
Need a benz like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
[Verse 3 - Swae Lee:]
Sipping out the jug until I feel it in my body
I was, uh, hoping you were salty when you saw me, keep a rowdy
Scene around me, all we do is dip and dab
Got twin turbos on twin turbos and them bitches really smash
It's a 50/50 chance I might, get ya, get ya
It's a 50/50 chance that these niggas didn't pitch in
I'm pouring up 'til I can't no more
I swear everything I see slow mo'
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign (Future) :]
(Ordered up a hundred roses
Need a benz like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
[Outro - Future:]
Alcohol and chronic is all we want
Alcohol and chronic is all we want
Alcohol and chronic is all we want
Alcohol and chronic is all we want
Is all we want
Is all we want
Is all we want
You know what's going on
Over there and over there, okay
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign (Future) :]
(Ordered up a hundred roses
Need a benz like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
[Verse 1 - Ty Dolla $ign:]
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, all I drink is Bombay
When I'm with my niggas, I might drink that Henny
Smoking Kush and pull it, motherf*ck the police
I ain't scared to die, on them dead homies
Hit them licks, wh-whipping the bricks
Still with the shit
I'm young and I'm rich, young and I'm rich
I got hoes nigga, I got hoes in different area codes, I think I'm Nate Dogg
I started from the ground I'm that nigga now
I stay with the loud, can you hear me now?
And my bitch cold, She a centerfold
Put her on a stand, and she never told
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign (Future) :]
(Ordered up a hundred roses
Need a benz like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
[Verse 2 - Slim Jimmy:]
I break the bank like an athlete, hon
Shawty caught drunk, f*cking up her new Louboutins
If I let her in my Masi she might be a trending topic
Before she gotta ride it, bust it, pop it, Blasé, Blasé
Been spent your rent and I'm still blowing big faces
Something 'bout them Ben Franklins make any bitch get naked
Crew got the juice, bitch you don't need no chasers
Ball on these niggas, I need knee replacements
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign (Future) :]
(Ordered up a hundred roses
Need a benz like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
[Verse 3 - Swae Lee:]
Sipping out the jug until I feel it in my body
I was, uh, hoping you were salty when you saw me, keep a rowdy
Scene around me, all we do is dip and dab
Got twin turbos on twin turbos and them bitches really smash
It's a 50/50 chance I might, get ya, get ya
It's a 50/50 chance that these niggas didn't pitch in
I'm pouring up 'til I can't no more
I swear everything I see slow mo'
[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign (Future) :]
(Ordered up a hundred roses
Need a benz like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like
Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr
Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé
[Outro - Future:]
Alcohol and chronic is all we want
Alcohol and chronic is all we want
Alcohol and chronic is all we want
Alcohol and chronic is all we want
Is all we want
Is all we want
Is all we want
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Only Right
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, it's only right that I ball
Only right that all my ex-bitches gone, yeah, it's only right
If a nigga ever try
Only right if a nigga gotta die, yeah, it's only right
It's only right we on top
All you copycat niggas, stop, man, that ain't right
It's only right that I gas
Only right I still whoop a niggas ass, yeah, it's only
[Verse 2: TeeCee4800]
It's only right she f*ck with a nigga like me
It's only right I f*cked a bitch in my Nikes
It's only right that I f*ck her all night, give her pipe
Have her f*cked up saying, 'Alright'
Ay, it's TeeCee the loc
She say my dick big, but she still will not choke
I hit that, get ghost, run around in that Ghost
Run a red light, so close
And I might throw couple dollars if I see her working that pole
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
Yeah, it's only right where my flag be
All f*ckin' red, bitch, I get it from my daddy
It's only right I'm a whoop
It's only f*ckin' right if I f*ck, you was cute
Niggas only right if the money be long
And it don't feel right if the condom was on
But it's only right, I got one night
I give her 'Murder Was the Case' like Suge Knight
[Verse 4: YG]
See, me, see, me, I act a fool in that pussy
Virgin bitches run, so I'm bool in that puss
That new Ghost 'bout three hun'ed
Nine hun'ed cash and it feel like I ain't spend nothin'
It was only right they gave me half a mil
That was only one deal, that shit got me the chills, nigga
No drive-throughs to buy foods, no dinner tables
But me Ty, Mustard all got mils, nigga
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
It's only right, I'm a f*ck a bad bitch tonight
Girl, you got just what I want
Let me give it to you, girl, put it on me
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, it's only right that I ball
Only right that all my ex-bitches gone, yeah, it's only right
If a nigga ever try
Only right if a nigga gotta die, yeah, it's only right
It's only right we on top
All you copycat niggas, stop, man, that ain't right
It's only right that I gas
Only right I still whoop a niggas ass, yeah, it's only
[Verse 2: TeeCee4800]
It's only right she f*ck with a nigga like me
It's only right I f*cked a bitch in my Nikes
It's only right that I f*ck her all night, give her pipe
Have her f*cked up saying, 'Alright'
Ay, it's TeeCee the loc
She say my dick big, but she still will not choke
I hit that, get ghost, run around in that Ghost
Run a red light, so close
And I might throw couple dollars if I see her working that pole
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
Yeah, it's only right where my flag be
All f*ckin' red, bitch, I get it from my daddy
It's only right I'm a whoop
It's only f*ckin' right if I f*ck, you was cute
Niggas only right if the money be long
And it don't feel right if the condom was on
But it's only right, I got one night
I give her 'Murder Was the Case' like Suge Knight
[Verse 4: YG]
See, me, see, me, I act a fool in that pussy
Virgin bitches run, so I'm bool in that puss
That new Ghost 'bout three hun'ed
Nine hun'ed cash and it feel like I ain't spend nothin'
It was only right they gave me half a mil
That was only one deal, that shit got me the chills, nigga
No drive-throughs to buy foods, no dinner tables
But me Ty, Mustard all got mils, nigga
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
It's only right, I'm a f*ck a bad bitch tonight
Girl, you got just what I want
Let me give it to you, girl, put it on me
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
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Bring It Out Of Me
Now anybody that [?] I don't make music just for you nigga. I make make music for the world nigga. So f*ck, you like music, you're a real musician you just don't have just one kind of music, you have [?]. You know how to do everything
Have you ever been lied to?
Got drunk, got high too
Had sex on the first night
And it was just alright
You just wanna have fun
You just wanna wyle out
You just wanna stunt on your ex with your next stop (bitch)
Eat your, eat your heart out
Take me with you right now
Right now
Put it on me right now
Right now
Right now
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
Hennessy
Got you feelin' me
Smoke weed in the club f*ck security
And my enemies
Bottles up
If you get money
Where the pretty girls?
Want f*ck some
Take me with you right now
Right now
Put it on me right now
Right now
Right now
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
You know what you're doin'
You know I can't take it
You know how I like it
You know how bad I need every time I see you
You know what you're doin'
You know I can't take it
You know how I like it
You know how bad I need every time I see you
Wave your hair
Wave your hair
Nothin' I can do
Nothin' I can do
When you're near
When you're near
I don't have control
I don't have control
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
You bring it out of me
Have you ever been lied to?
Got drunk, got high too
Had sex on the first night
And it was just alright
You just wanna have fun
You just wanna wyle out
You just wanna stunt on your ex with your next stop (bitch)
Eat your, eat your heart out
Take me with you right now
Right now
Put it on me right now
Right now
Right now
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
Hennessy
Got you feelin' me
Smoke weed in the club f*ck security
And my enemies
Bottles up
If you get money
Where the pretty girls?
Want f*ck some
Take me with you right now
Right now
Put it on me right now
Right now
Right now
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
You know what you're doin'
You know I can't take it
You know how I like it
You know how bad I need every time I see you
You know what you're doin'
You know I can't take it
You know how I like it
You know how bad I need every time I see you
Wave your hair
Wave your hair
Nothin' I can do
Nothin' I can do
When you're near
When you're near
I don't have control
I don't have control
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
You bring it out of me
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Actress
She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
The director in this bitch, blockbuster in this bitch
Sex producer, lights camera action in this bitch
We all off in this bitch, and I'm all off in that ass
I'm way past the speed limit, yeah I'm driving it fast
Somethin' out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me
[Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly:]
She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
[R. Kelly:]
Health club in this bitch
We working out in this bitch
Crazy sex, get ignorant, that's going dumb in this bitch
Yeah she's a star out this flick
Give her five stars in this bitch
Shawty know the whole routine, she ain't gotta practice this shit
Some out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me
[Hook x2 - Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly:]
She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
So good, so good, she's so good
She remind me a Holly, a Meagan Good, Angelina for sure
Julia, Keri, Gabrielle, Taraji, Sanaa and Google your mind for an actress
[?]
It was alright
[?]
Talked to my bro doin' [?] and shit he locked up
Hey bro' it's French Montana
Montana!
That's wassup my nigga, hold it down my nigga
Wassup you good
I'm chillin' man
[?]
Hell yeah
How long
[?].....
At midnight the genius stroke the f*ck outta you
Baby girl you hit this the wrong way it choke the f*ck outta you
I rap you in these sheets and smoke the f*ck outta you
Hit you with this D properly and turn the clock outta you
Maybe in the morning I can get a buck outta you
If your credit is on point get a truck outta you
Do the f*ck I gotta do, you a fan
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
The director in this bitch, blockbuster in this bitch
Sex producer, lights camera action in this bitch
We all off in this bitch, and I'm all off in that ass
I'm way past the speed limit, yeah I'm driving it fast
Somethin' out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me
[Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly:]
She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
[R. Kelly:]
Health club in this bitch
We working out in this bitch
Crazy sex, get ignorant, that's going dumb in this bitch
Yeah she's a star out this flick
Give her five stars in this bitch
Shawty know the whole routine, she ain't gotta practice this shit
Some out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me
[Hook x2 - Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly:]
She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
So good, so good, she's so good
She remind me a Holly, a Meagan Good, Angelina for sure
Julia, Keri, Gabrielle, Taraji, Sanaa and Google your mind for an actress
[?]
It was alright
[?]
Talked to my bro doin' [?] and shit he locked up
Hey bro' it's French Montana
Montana!
That's wassup my nigga, hold it down my nigga
Wassup you good
I'm chillin' man
[?]
Hell yeah
How long
[?].....
At midnight the genius stroke the f*ck outta you
Baby girl you hit this the wrong way it choke the f*ck outta you
I rap you in these sheets and smoke the f*ck outta you
Hit you with this D properly and turn the clock outta you
Maybe in the morning I can get a buck outta you
If your credit is on point get a truck outta you
Do the f*ck I gotta do, you a fan
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Free TC is the debut studio album by American singer Ty Dolla Sign. As executive producers, Ty Dolla Sign and Wiz Khalifa enlisted a variety of collaborators; including DJ Mustard, DJ Spinz, Cardo, Johnny Juliano, Kendrick Lamar, Brandy, Rae Sremmurd, E-40, Future, and Kanye West, among others.
The album debuted at number 14 on the US Billboard 200, selling 31,000 units in its first week. It was supported by three singles: "Only Right", "Blasé", and "Saved".
The deluxe version was released on March 25, 2016, which includes four bonus tracks, including the single "Wavy" and three new tracks.
Performed By:
Ty Dolla SignThe album debuted at number 14 on the US Billboard 200, selling 31,000 units in its first week. It was supported by three singles: "Only Right", "Blasé", and "Saved".
The deluxe version was released on March 25, 2016, which includes four bonus tracks, including the single "Wavy" and three new tracks.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap, R&B
Producer(s): Producer Babyface, Benny Blanco, Cardo, Chordz, D'Mile, Dave Kuncio, DJ Khalil, DJ Mustard, DJ Spinz, The Dramaticz, Flippa, Hit-Boy, Johnny Juliano, Metro Boomin, Mike Free, Nate 3D, Noah Breakfast, Pop Wansel, The Rascals, Rance, Shafiq Husayn, Stargate, Thundercat, Twice as Nice, Two Inch Punch, Ty Dolla Sign,
Released: November 13th, 2015
Year: 2015