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Yung Bleu - Moon Boy Album Lyrics



Yung Bleu - Moon Boy Lyrics






Die Under the Moon

He put his life in words, shine brighter than jewels
To the point when you feeling stronger than Clase Azul
You niggas softer than pillows
Deep in the trenches where niggas whip it like Willow
Turn your wife to a widow, uh
This money tend to turn real nigga to weirdos
My shit harder than dildos
I'm in drill mode, one shot, kill mode
'Fore this rap shit, it was hard hats and still toes
But I still rose
I'm at dinner up in Melrose (hey)
With two bad bitches rubbin' on my earlobes
We pilin' up and rub elbows
He ain't in my salary cap
Niggas say they gettin' money but I'm callin' it cap (hey)
Oh, look what we done
We took a bad situation and made it great (great)
He got twenty years, it was drug-related
And he took the plea deal
That goes to show you just how much the system hate us
How come nobody congratulates us?
Will we make it out the slums? (Oh)
And we come from duckin' hunnid round drums (oh)
And the school system treat us like we dumb
That's why I'm in the hallway
Eighth grade, I was trappin' in the hallway (oh, yeah)
Yeah, I was just in puberty
I was tryna rule my whole community (mm-hmm)
And do this rap shit for you and me (you and me)
Damn, I was on the "get the whole clique rich"
You was on that "get rich quick shit"
Hangin' with them niggas I ain't mix with
Playin' both sides, be realistic (oh)
How you not gon' get hit with that heat stick? Nigga
Yeah, yeah

And this shit deeper than words
Shit deeper than words, deeper than just rap
Covered in ice, you'd think I sponsored a meth lab
Uppin' the price, on the private jet, I got jet lag
I spit the shit that gon' hit your heart like a chest pass
And I got love for the streets but I couldn't stay there (I couldn't stay)
I told him wherever he play, he gotta lay there (he gotta lay)
I got some niggas dead and gone, I took a whole 'nother path
Came home from my first mission, took a blood bath
Ran up a ticket like a citation
I'm probably quiet 'cause I'm just checkin' niggas' vibrations
Came back to buss it down with them project babies
Back when we was robbin' everybody but the candy lady
I remember beefin' with my cousin, that's my nanny baby (f*ck her)
Shit crazy, anybody cross you (f*ck 'em)
No family support so I was feelin' like a foster
Nobody talk about the wins and the losses no more
They only love you when you up, but it's too late for that
Killed my lil' brother, just be patient, you gon' pay for that
I heard they tryna catch me on the phone, to build a case with that
They caught him slippin', now he on that shit that blunt was laced with that

Die under the moon (and when we die)
And when we die (and when we die)
Die under the moon
(I hope that we die under the moon)
If we die
Die under the moon
(Under the clouds, under the stars)
Die under the moon
(And when we die, die under the moon)
Die under (with a smile)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Die under the moon

Thank God for the ups and downs
Thank God that you came around
Thank God that I'm here right now (here right now)
Thank God for the highs and lows
Thank God for the "oh, no, no's"
Closed doors and the dead-end roads
Thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Deeper than words, they take me to church
Bruises and burns, they make me stronger
Make me stronger, make me stronger (stronger, ooh, woo)
Woo, ooh-ooh, ooh
Thank God, thank God, thank God (thank God)
Thank God, thank God, thank God
Thank God
Yeah, yeah
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Writer: Ben Johnson, Dashawn Happie White, Jeremy Biddle, John Calton, Nathaniel Hill Kim, Teldrick Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Tired of You

You can get all of me, my baby (my baby)
You save the air that I breathe, my baby (my baby)
You can't be scared of your dreams, oh baby (oh, baby)
I'm fallin' in love again (again)

Yeah, I'm so tired of you, uh
Runnin' right back when I need someone
Plannin' on givin' it away (plannin' on givin' it away)
'Cause I don't wanna deal with it no more
Baby, don't play with me, yeah
Runnin' right back when you need someone
Plannin' on givin' it away
And you don't wanna deal with me no more (oh)
I'm runnin' out of luck so I don't give a f*ck
I need someone I can believe in
'Cause I don't wanna cry no more (I don't wanna cry no more)

You don't have to go, just chill for the night
Just come take my soul, it's yours for the night
Kissin' on your stretch marks, ooh, girl, turn on the light
Her imperfections, ooh, girl, that's what I like
You wanna give it away, you can give it away
Don't let me get in your way
It's little shit that matter like, "Baby, you pretty today"
You lookin' so pretty today
Baby, come give me that, mm-hmm
Can I come over say, "Mm-hmm"
We makin' love you say, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

You can get all of me, my baby (my baby)
You save the air that I breathe, my baby (my baby)
You can't be scared of your dreams, oh baby (oh, baby)
I'm fallin' in love again (again)

Yeah, I'm so tired of you, uh (I'm so tired of you)
Runnin' right back when I need someone
Plannin' on givin' it away (plannin' on givin' it away) (yeah)
'Cause I don't wanna deal with it no more (I don't wanna deal with it)
Baby, don't play with me (oh)
Runnin' right back when you need someone
Plannin' on givin' it away (ooh)
And you don't wanna deal with me no more

Yeah, I'm so tired of you, uh (I'm so tired of you)
Runnin' right back when I need someone
Plannin' on givin' it away (plannin' on givin' it away)
'Cause I don't wanna deal with it no more (I don't wanna deal with it)
Baby, don't play with me (oh, ooh)
Runnin' right back when you need someone
Plannin' on givin' it away (ooh)
And you don't wanna deal with me no more
Oh, woah-oh

You never wanted this like I did
You never really had no idea
You had me drownin' in my fears, oh, oh, oh
Love is a dangerous game
And you can get it all of me, my baby
You take the air that I breathe, oh baby
You can't be scared of your dreams, oh baby
Fallin' in love again (fallin' in love again)

Hmm, I'm so tired of you, (I'm so tired of you)
Runnin' right back when I need someone
Plannin' on givin' it away (plannin' on givin' it away)
'Cause I don't wanna deal with it no more
Baby, don't play with me (oh, ooh)
Runnin' right back when you need someone
Plannin' on givin' it away (ooh, ooh)
And you don't wanna deal with me no more
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Writer: Brendan Walsh, Eric Forcen, Ervin Garcia, Gabriella Wilson, Jeremy Biddle, Luis Campozano
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Angels Never Cry

My life a motherf*ckin' movie
Yeah, you right I do give a f*ck
(JR, you trippin')

Yeah, my life a movie, my life a movie
Deep in this lifestyle, hope I don't ooze me
I'm sippin' Actavis, I'm feelin' woozy (woah, woah)
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the angels never cry, the gangsters never die
Shit ain't no movie, this ain't scripted, this ain't dramatized (this ain't dramatized)
This shit left me traumatized (this shit left me traumatized)

And we had to take the harder way
Fell in love, but I got hurt
It took my heart away (took my heart)
When it rain, it probably pour
But I seen harder days
(I know times will get better)

Even though it's hard to trust someone in this cold world
Pray to God that I can love someone 'til it's over
Pray to God that He can fix my heart, make it colder
'Til that day come, I'ma be thuggin'
So, nigga, pull up with your clique and we put holes in that bitch
We ain't returnin' the U-Haul, 'cause we put loads in that bitch
We don't go by them new laws, stick to the code in this bitch (bitch)
My diamonds got me froze in this bitch (bitch)

Yeah, my life a movie, my life a movie
Deep in this lifestyle, hope I don't ooze me
I'm sippin' Actavis, I'm feelin' woozy (woah, woah, I'm feelin' woozy)
I guess I'll see you on that other side (side)
Where the angels never cry, the gangsters never die
Shit ain't no movie, this ain't scripted, this ain't dramatized (this ain't dramatized)
This shit left me traumatized (this shit left me traumatized)
(Me too, I ain't gon' lie)

And we had to take the harder way (hard)
Fell in love, but I got hurt
It took my heart away (I feel like the game owes me)
When it rain, it probably pour
But I seen harder days (I need that)
Seen harder days (I swear, go)

I sip this drank to cover my pain, hurtin'
All you know is what I show you
It's blood, sweat and tears but I need change (man)
Spoke shit into existence when they thought it was a game, showed 'em
Knew I was bound to shine 'cause that's what after the rain (now look)
My life a movie (how so?), every day a new scene
I sip Wockesha (who that?), that's my lil' boo thing (mwah)
Two men in the truck (say what?), I used to move things
Happy when I get it, hate to spend it, havin' mood swings

My life a zoovie
I shoot the set up like a film for real, I swear
You hurt me more than I can love or feel
I mean the money bring the fame, and the betrayal
Tryna get over you but I ain't able
Poppin' pills and pourin' fifths, I rather die instead
Smilin', lyin' to ones, I rather cry instead
Lord just take me, why send them other guys?
Can't wait to see you niggas on the other side, yeah

My life a movie, my life a movie
Deep in this lifestyle, hope I don't ooze me
I'm sippin' Actavis, I'm feelin' woozy (woah, woah, I'm feelin' woozy)
I guess I'll see you on that other side (side)
Where the angels never cry, the gangsters never die
Shit ain't no movie, this ain't scripted, this ain't dramatized (this ain't dramatized)
This shit left me traumatized (this shit left me traumatized)

And we had to take the harder way
Fell in love, but I got hurt
It took my heart away (took my heart)
When it rain, it probably pour
But I seen harder days
seen harder days

On my project steps, lookin' out the window (lookin' out the window)
Thinkin', "What's my purpose? What the f*ck I'm here for?"
Tryna flip my first thousand, put it all in crypto
And then the market crashed, now I'm clibin' in your window
We live a life of crime and it's amazin'
Made it out a hunnid shootouts, bullets never grazed me
But got into a hunnid fights, you know the streets raised me
Just pulled a murder, grandma think that I'm her sweet baby
My life a motherf*ckin' movie

My life a movie, my life a movie
Deep in this lifestyle, hope I don't ooze me
I'm sippin' Actavis, I'm feelin' woozy (woah, woah, I'm feelin' woozy)
I guess I'll see you on that other side (side)
Where the angels never cry, the gangsters never die
Shit ain't no movie, this ain't scripted, this ain't dramatized (this ain't dramatized)
This shit left me traumatized (this shit left me traumatized)

And we had to take the harder way
Fell in love, but I got hurt
It took my heart away (took my heart)
When it rain, it probably pour
But I seen harder days (I seen harder days)
Seen harder days

Even though it's hard to trust someone in this cold world
Pray to God that I can love someone 'til it's over
Pray to God that He can fix my heart, make it colder
'Til that day come
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Writer: Bill Kahan Kapri, Daniel Tunuen Aldaz Leander, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Gleb Nikiforov, Jeremy Biddle, Juan Ramon Luis Melain, Teldrick Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Beautiful Lies

Oh, oh
Mmm, mmm
Oh, oh

You had me at hello
Can never make you happy
Girl, it must be the devil
Beautiful lies
Don't break my heart, tell me beautiful lies (beautiful)

She's an emotional wreck right now
She's got some things on her chest right now
I bet she lookin' at my text right now

So hit me back, don't do me bad like that
Can't take you back, left you in the past like that
I'm the reason why you been in your bag like that
Don't get this shit confused
You lied to me, I won't believe you again (you lied)
But f*ck that shit, you'll never see me again
Came in my life and now you leavin' again
(Came in my life and now you leavin' again)
You tellin' me

Beautiful lies
Don't break my heart, tell me beautiful lies
Hmm, I want to believe you when you say
That you always loved me that way
Tell me beautiful lies
Beautiful lies

What can I say to you?
Hopefully nothin' I can't take back
We're gettin' further from the right track
(We're get-gettin' further from the right track)
And I'm in this place with you, woah
Oh, every day it's like you on attack
And we can't keep gettin' down like that (oh)
'Cause we be fallin' out, you keep f*ckin' up
You apologize and I suck it up
I just stick around, try to toughen up
Is the love enough? You tellin' me

Beautiful lies
Don't you break my heart, tell me beautiful lies
Hmm, I want to believe you when you say
That you'll always love me that way
Beautiful lies (lies)
(Beautiful lies, hmm)

Don't wanna see you but I need your love
Had to ice you out 'cause they be sleep on us
Lickin' on that thing, you fell deep in love
Baby, come and tell me what you need from love
I'll be here, yeah
Beautiful lies, beautiful lies

You had me at hello
Can never make you happy
Girl, it must be the devil

Beautiful lies
Don't break my heart, tell me beautiful lies (beautiful)
I want to believe you when you say
That you always loved me that way
Tell me beautiful lies (hmm-mm, mm-mm)
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Writer: Chaz Jackson, Darrien Overton, Dashawn White, Jeremy Biddle, Kehlani Parrish
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING




Contract Killers

(Swamiq)
(JD on tha track)

He can make a million off the trap (off the trap)
But the streets changes, niggas don't show no love no more
So I'm tryna make a million off of rap (off of rap)
Tryna make a million

My eyes ain't in my rearview, live my life with no regret
Nobody safe, the hate come from the ones you never guessed
Don't play with me 'cause I got contract killers that I bless
Greenlight, no, you ain't gotta sneeze to get you blessed

And it seems like when you come from the trenches, nigga
Hate to see get it they be all in your mentions
Tryna get you to spin 'em
And you tryna keep it distant
'Cause you Know you a killer
And you know you'll kill 'em, but, uh
Niggas be bitches, they gon' tell it all
My young niggas ready to set it off
We took his chains, and credit card
He had a strap, I let it off
I can't believe these niggas pussy
You up a hunnid thousand
bitch, I'm up a thousand bullets
I ain't scared to pull it
Trappin' out the Red Roof Inn (ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy)
Young street nigga (ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy)
Do a hunnid in the Benz (ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy)
Too real for friends (ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy)
Loyalty a must, hey
Cop the Rollie, got it buss
Went and copped the Carti', got it buss

My eyes ain't in my rearview, live my life with no regret
Nobody safe, the hate come from the ones you never guessed
Don't play with me 'cause I got contract killers that I bless
Greenlight, no, you ain't gotta sneeze to get you blessed
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Writer: Jeremy Biddle, Joao Victor Alba Duarte, Roman Olegovich Mironchenko, Teldrick Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Way More Close (Stuck In A Box)

It's like I'm stuck in a box
You told me you love me but I think not
It's like I'm stuck in a maze
You get so stuck in your ways
I heard you turnin' your page
Who been to Miami, out in Dade
But don't go call on me
That pussy got a hold on me
You can't take back what you showed to me
But she never told on me
My niggas stuck in them cages
Can you send the picture of you naked?
Can't deny it, girl, I need to be close to you
Way more close to you

And as close as we can get
Closer than the hands on my timepiece
Bust down Cartier, that's for my dime piece
Out on vacation, Jamaica, Queens, where you find me
Down in the ghetto, in the roughest burrows, where the bloodline deep
We way too far from the motherland
I'm tryna take you back where you belong if you understand
Too much to give, too less to borrow
Let's go where the sun set, don't think about tomorrow
Heart full of sorrow, think about what could've been
What should've been, I was full of sin
Many men, wish death on me, they'll never live again
Bitches who be f*ckin' for hair and nails
Found her in the paradox, we ended up parallel
No, I can't live alone, I swear to God it's no way in hell
I'll never leave her

It's like I'm stuck in a box
You told me you love me but I think not
It's like I'm stuck in a maze
You get so stuck in your ways
I heard you turnin' your page
Who been to Miami, out in Dade
But don't go call on me (on me)
That pussy got a hold on me (on me)
You can't take back what you showed to me
But she never told on me
My niggas stuck in them cages
Can you send the picture of you naked?
Can't deny it, girl, I need to be close to you
(For real, whoa) way more close to you

Close as it gets
I can't go back to pretendin' like I don't know you exist
I gotta over insist, I only burn bridges to the places
That I never should've been to begin with this shit
But you know that isn't this
We was attached at the hip, skip the marriage
But we still did on the honeymoon trips
And that's when we trip the most and shit
We gon' keep trippin' if we never take the time out
To unpack all of it, for real
But you know I was all for you
You never needed me to go buy out the grove for you
Snatchin' my soul 'cause you got enough of your own for you
Did everything, except grow with you
Thought I'd get old with you 'fore I got old to you
Saw your potential when everyone was sleepin'
That pussy mine but that'll never be enough to keep me
I got older and realized that's not all that I'm needin'
A gift to you, I guess that's why it's like

It's like I'm stuck in a box
You told me you love me but I think not
It's like I'm stuck in a maze
You get so stuck in your ways
I heard you turnin' your page
Who been to Miami, out in Dade
But don't go call on me (on me)
That pussy got a hold on me (on me)
You can't take back what you showed to me
But she never told on me
My niggas stuck in them cages
Can you send the picture of you naked?
Can't deny it, girl, I need to be close to you
Way more close to you

Way more close to you
Way more close to you
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Writer: Ivory Scott, Jeremy Biddle, Sean Michael Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Shoe Box

I got some money
Told my nigga, don't worry (don't worry)
Times getting hard
Looking like BMF how we sliding in them cars (skrrt)
Sometimes I feel myself lying in the dark
Thinking about the times that we had when I was with you
Thinking 'bout the times that I kissed you
Went and got some money, I got everybody mad at me
Stars in the roof, I'm in a whole 'nother galaxy
They tryna put me in a box, they tryna put me in a cell
Just got caught up with that work
We prolly kill 'em, if he tell
Them shooters hopping outta box truck
But they ain't got no mail
Just them shells for them niggas that don't wish me well
Coach, put me in the game
Coach, put me in the game
Come trade your life for my chain
They put a price on my brain
But I'm still riding 'round with it

Put it in a shoe box
Put it in a shoe box
F*ck it, put it in a shoe box
Dirty money, we gon' put it in a shoe box, yeah
You see them young niggas hanging outta roof tops
They hanging out the roof tops
Two Glocks
Screaming, let a nigga try me
Let a nigga try me

Oh, he don't know nobody
But she got a lil' body
I told her come try me
I told her come try me
I'ma eat it up, that pussy taste like water
She so wet, she prolly take me under
Got her so hot, I'm talking hot girl summer
I'm sorry, I forgot to take your number
But don't mind me, come and find me
I gotta call you when I get back to your city
'Cause that lil' pussy, it been stuck up on my memory
If you can't pull up, I think I can do delivery

Baby, put it in my shoe box
Come put it in my shoe box
Take this money and go put it in my shoe box
Go put it in my shoe box
Oh, I got bands in the mattress
I gave her bands 'cause she nasty
I hope you love me with passion
And you can get it if you ask me
I'ma say

Put it in a shoe box
Put it in a shoe box
F*ck it, put it in a shoe box
Dirty money, we gon' put it in a shoe box, yeah
You see them young niggas hanging outta roof tops
They hanging out the roof tops
Two Glocks
Screaming, let a nigga try me
Let a nigga try me (let's go, yeah, yeah, let's go)

I ain't no reactor, yeah, I think 'bout shit
Yeah the art of war, nigga, buy a tank, buy a ship
Yeah I'm on that nog Vodka, yeah, I drink my shit
Catch my target in traffic, I'ma paint that shit, yeah
Type of nigga keep a few million in the safe
Might go on the run, have to buy a new face
Praying for my dawg, he just caught a new case
Told 'em keep quiet, don't try to save face
Put a hundred grand where the Air Jordans at
Transaction on the phone, hope he ain't recording that (Hello?)
Jack in the box, we gon' pop out with the sticks
Mobile, Alabama, we gon' pop out with the bricks (yeah)
You wanna see a magic trick with this Arm and Hammer
IronChef shit, the meanest fork in Atlanta
Catch me in that 'Rari with that Yung Bleu playing
Shoe box in the kitchen with that Lysol spraying

Put it in a shoe box
Put it in a shoe box
F*ck it, put it in a shoe box
Dirty money, we gon' put it in a shoe box, yeah
You see them young niggas hanging outta roof tops
They hanging out the roof tops
Two Glocks
Screaming, let a nigga try me
Let a nigga try me (ooh, oh)
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Writer: Jeremy Biddle
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Last Summer

Moon
Big Moon
Hey

I don't jump in (jump), my lil' shooter ready
He tryna stand on some (sheesh)
You niggas scary, we tried to blast somethin' (grrr)
Shit you tried to do, we did that last summer (we did that last summer)
Three shots up in this car, he left the gas runnin' (woo)
Big .30, clip on me, come be a crash dummy (yes sir)
I been shinin' now these bitches wanna f*ck with the kid (f*ck with the kid)
My momma think that I'm an angel, must don't know what I did

'Cause I been (schemin'), schemin', schemin', schemin', schemin', schemin'
Pull up in that
Demon (yeah), demon (yeah)
Demon (yeah), demon

Hop in that demon say, skrr, skrr
Police behind me say, woo-woo
She told me call her big purr (purr)
Big Cuban links say burr
I'm in expensive fur, that tongue gon' make me swerve
That dick gon' make her curl (oh, oh, oh)
I say, "hola, suck on my huevos" (huevos)
I say I don't speak Spanish but hey hoe (hey hoe)
Come and be my Saweetie, I'm not Quavo (hahaha)
But I can show you how to pimp these hoes, come take notes

Got with the squeeze, turn 'em to cheese
I'm chargin' a fee (chargin' a fee), 50K for a feature (sheesh)
Got a dolla in me (me), she beggin' me please (please)
Patek Philippe ('Lippe), turned her to a freak (yeah)
I had to go into beast mode, niggas thinkin' I can't rap
Put this bitch to your think cap
I set him up he got killed off a date app
In a Bent', we can race, yeah, we in a bando, ain't got a PayPal
But I got a .40 Cal, get off the block 'cause you in the way, pal
Nigga you ain't sellin' nothin' (sellin' nothin')
I'm with some young niggas and you better know they ain't tellin' nothin'
Word around the town, I got a lot of money
(Bet these bitch ass niggas know that)

I don't jump in (jump), my lil' shooter ready
He tryna stand on some (he tryna stand on some)
You niggas scary, we tried to blast somethin' (you finna blast nothin')
Shit you tried to do, we did that last summer (we did that last summer)
Three shots up in this car, he left the gas runnin' (the gas runnin')
Big .30, clip on me, come be a crash dummy (do-do-do)
I been shinin', now these bitches wanna f*ck with the kid (wanna f*ck)
My momma think that I'm an angel, must don't know what I did

'Cause I been (trappin') schemin', schemin', (schemin'), schemin'
Demon, demon, demon, demon
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Writer: Jeremy Biddle, Nathan Roads
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Youre Mines Still (Remix)

So you wanna be riding around
With your new bitch that's real cute
Don't have me drag you and
Her out that motherf*ckin' car
Key your shit
Ha! I wish I would see you in that Bentley
So I could flat all four
Of your motherf*ckin' tires
And you know what? I just got
Tickets to the Lakers game anyway
Nigga, you could never

If I ever made you angry, girl
Just know that it get better with time (Time)
They say time heals
She can't see her life without me
She's so blind still f*ck that nigga
You can tell him that you're mines still

And she don't wanna go to sleep, she angry
Lately, she's been noticing hе ain't me

I wish that we can change placеs
Don't want no new, new faces
She got my heartbeat racing
They say time heals
Don't go build no life without
Me 'cause you're mines still
Oh, and I don't wanna go unless you make me
Lately I've been gone, I'm feeling crazy

Yeah, I'm from the bricks
We gotta whole lot of bricks
You gotta whole lotta tricks and I wanna
See what you do with them
I just saw you in Miami, girl
What you doing here?
I hope you with your girlfriends
I ain't pay attention to your heart
I played ya
Now she fell in love with an NBA player
Had her on the stage
Now she ballin at the stadium
Matter fact I hope you stay with him
'Cause I don't wanna go unless you take me
I know you feel the pain

And she don't wanna go to sleep, she angry
Lately, she's been noticing he ain't me

I wish that we can change places
Don't want no new, new faces
She got my heartbeat racing
They say time heals
Don't go build no life without
Me 'cause you're mine still
And I don't wanna go unless you make me
Down on my knees hoping you take me

Better tell that nigga you mine
Heard you've been trying to
Tie the knot, girl, tell me you lyin'
Let me beat that pussy up one more time
Let me beat that pussy up one more time
I know that you fiend for this
I know that you did not forget
So don't go to sleep

And she don't wanna go to sleep, she angry
Lately, she been noticing he ain't me
(Oh, he ain't me)

I wish that we can change places
Don't want no new, new faces
She got my heartbeat racing (Hey, yeah)
They say time heals (They say)
Don't go build no life without
Me 'cause you're mines still
Oh, and I don't wanna go unless you make me
Lately, I've been gone, I'm feeling crazy
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Writer: Jeremy Biddle, Nathan Rhoads
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING




Waterworks

(DY Krazy)
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Yung Bleu]
Let my diamonds hit like waterworks
Lil' bitch wanna go on dates, she gotta swallow first
Can't put these hoes first, gotta put a dollar first
I just bought a Wraith with nothing but show money
Got rich by playing my cards right
She sucking it under the stars right
My nigga draw down in broad light
We don't give no f*ck
Oh, you ain't heard 'bout that nigga who tried? He lost his life that night
Oh, you ain't heard I paid a nigga to slide, and I upped the price that night
That pussy do wonders, f*ck me and Gunna
Head in the Hummer

[Gunna]
I need more condoms
I ain't a honest man, lie to your honor
My bankroll rubberbands, I keep 'em in bundles
Matrix when I sip, I keep me a bag of chips
Cut her off and I'm not sorry, I'm cool on her, it's stiff
Had to buy that bitch an apartment, had to move her out my crib
Ho look like you keeping a Maybach, Glocks out and catch a Lyft
She said, "Gunna, why you say that?" I said, bitch, don't test my temp
I was giving you special treatment, you know I got hoes like a pimp
Niggas know they don't wanna with him, like a beeper, that Glock on my hip
We'll smoke you lil' niggas like hemp, send that boy on a lifetime trip
And my diamonds look like water, I got waterworks
We ain't know we would go this far, we got it out the dirt
And in order for you to get spoiled, you gotta be loyal first
Eliantte VVS's water, gotta dry my shirt


[Yung Bleu]
Hit me if you got that comeback
Don't go nowhere 'cause I'm not done with that
Sip on this drank, it got you rolling
If I get it bussin', I bet you come back

[Gunna]
You can be my bitch, you got that comeback
I can't lie to you, girl, that ass is fat
Once I hit you once, I bet you double back
That dick like dope and you know how to act

[Yung Bleu]
That dick like dope, like crack, shit'll keep you coming back
I call her supersoaker, shit, I might let you run a tab
I got a lil' money for a freak, I bought her a Benz and a Jeep
I'm running up ten in a week, I left my kids on her cheeks
F*ck it, she let her friend get a piece
Touch it, you better not be scared of that meat
Bust it just like a .223
Don't know what you do to me
Bet my diamonds hit like
Ain't got no time just like SremmLife
Young nigga, I be living that pimp life
Breaking these hoes, your pockets a lil' light
Reach for my neck and you probably get killed right
Come jump on the dick and you know 'bout the lift like
I can supply the dick if you working them hips right
I can give her a tip if she working them lips right
Diamonds hit like waterworks
Can't put these hoes first, gotta put a dollar first

[Yung Bleu]
Hit me if you got that comeback
Can't go nowhere 'cause I'm not done with that
If I hit you once I bet you double back
That dick like dope and you know how to act
Hit me if you got that comeback
Can't go nowhere 'cause I'm not done with that
If I hit you once I bet you double back
That dick like dope and you know how to act
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Baddest

(Romano)
(Hitmaka!)
(OG Parker)

Sexy motherf*cker, you the baddest one (woah)
Gave you all my love, that shit been addin' up (woah)
We should get away somewhere and run it up (woah)
You tryna fall in love (oh)
Need you to bring all of your friends and let's f*ck it up (f*ck)
I know you ain't been touched enough (enough)
I know you ain't the only one, oh, one (one)
Need you to bring all of your friends and let's f*ck it up (f*ck)
I know you ain't been touched enough (touched enough, enough)
I know you ain't the only one

See you with your friends, you got a
Brand new Benz, you got a
Nigga blowin' up your phone, you ain't thinkin' 'bout him
She just wanna turn up with her girls, get the stress off
And I just wanna take her to the room, get that dress off
Even though I'm in a good mood, I f*ck you like I'm pissed off
And don't give me no attitude, you gon' make my dick soft
Heard she wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm lit now ('cause I'm lit now)
Yeah, heard she wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm rich now ('cause I'm rich now)
We can link after the club, I got a pent' now
Second 'til I shoot it, it comes so fast, I made her get down

She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now
She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now
Sexy motherf*cker

Sexy motherf*cker, you the baddest one (woah)
Gave you all my love, that shit been addin' up (woah)
We should get away somewhere and run it up (woah)
I'm tryna fall in love (oh)

She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now (yeah)
She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now (Toni)
Sexy motherf*cker

You know I got your back, baby (back)
We ain't gotta talk about it (right)
Your booty stickin' out, they gotta walk around it
Take my queen to king of diamonds (mm)
PJ, I switch the climate
It ain't no seat assignment
Doze off, wake up on an island (yeah)
I'll bring your friends so y'all can f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Or is it a couple trip?
I bought a couple zips
I brought some molly and some shrooms, you think we flew here?
Oh, we gon' really trip (trip)
Pussy on fingertips (mm)
Yeah, I'ma kiss them lips
I'm talkin' both of 'em (both of 'em)
I told her, "Ride this dick and I'm the chauffeur"
I hit it from the side, then I make her fold up
Pussy too wet for me to f*ck you on my sofa
Mess it up (yeah)

(Sexy)
Sexy motherf*cker, you the baddest one (woah, baddest)
Gave you all love, that shit been addin' up (woah, it's been addin', baby)
We should get away somewhere and run it up (run it up)
I'm tryna fall in love (oh)

Need you to bring all of your friends and let's f*ck it up (f*ck it up, f*ck it up, woah)
I know you ain't been touched enough (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
I know you ain't the only one, oh one (yeah, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, woah)
Need you to bring all of your friends and let's f*ck it up (f*ck it up, f*ck it up, woah)
I know you ain't been touched enough (mm)
I know you ain't the only one (sexy motherf*cker)

Sexy motherf*cker, hmm
Sexy motherf*cker, hmm
Sexy mother-
Sexy motherf*cker
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Writer: Brian Alexander Morgan, Christian Ward, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Christopher Maurice Brown, Ivory Curtis III Scott, Jeremy Biddle, Joshua Isaih Parker, Mike Woods, Oliver Augusta Scott, Ronnie James Wilson, Tauheed Epps, Terrance Layone Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Unforgiving

Yeah
If you woulda known then what you knew now
(Baddest)
Would you change anything? (Damn, it was you made this?)

Oh, oh-oh
Back when we were young
We had the world in our hands
Back when you were young
You just didn't understand
That I'm so unforgivin'

She ain't got no more feelings, she wanna leave
I f*cked her best friend, yes, I made it easy
Put on a bulletproof vest, love ain't easy
Feel like a shot in the chest, I caught her cheatin'
That's why I got love scars, she left it bleedin'
I took my heart, I gave it to the needy
I don't need no more hoes, I got greedy, greedy
Yeah, yeah

Back when we were young
We had the world in our hands (just like I thought it)
Back when you were young (a few years ago)
You just didn't understand (you never understood)
That I'm so unforgivin'

Back when we were young
We had the world in our hands
Back when you were young (were young, ooh, woah, woah, woah)
You just didn't understand (back then)

Back then I thought I found love (I found love)
But now you're someone I used to know
Now you're askin' for one more chance
Omo, yawa, don't guess
Oh, we were really young (ah)
Now we sittin' on a couple million
Choppin' filet mignon
With Dom Pérignon (hey)
Abu Dhabi on the G6, no carry on (hmm)
But the money long
I'm goin' crazy, I ain't takin' no prisoners
Nobody, baby, I beg you, don't take it personal
I'm goin' crazy, I ain't takin' no prisoners
Nobody, baby, I beg you, don't take it personal

If you no know, now you know
If you no know, now you know
It really ain't about you
Sometimes I think about you
'Bout you, girl

In case you don't, now you know
If you no know, now you know
It really ain't about you (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
Sometimes I think about you (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
'Bout you, girl

Yeah
Hopin' you'll understand
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Writer: Adriel Toval, Ayoola Agboola, David Adedeji Adeleke, Jeremy Biddle, Teldrick Smith, Timothy Hidalgo
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Dark Clouds

I done seen a lotta sunny days (JD on the track)
But I still can't forget about them dark clouds

Made a million dollars, still ain't happy
I know this money can't get my niggas out the casket
I made a million dollars, still ain't happy
Say she got her tubes tied, bitch, you tryna trap me
What money make a bitch do, you don't know the half
Posted in the projects, I'm makin' them birds take a bath
Come and get your ho, 'cause I'm makin' these girls take a tab
I'm that nigga put my city on the map

To the nigga that killed Ty'Corey (bitch), let it die down
Put a bag on all of y'all, you better slide now
Twenty choppas in the F150, how I'm ridin' round
Merry Christmas, we tryna see who chimney to slide down, nigga
Playin' with my nigga just like Russian roulette
F*ck her when I wanna, I don't ask her for sex
I go where I wanna, nigga, show me respect
BMG, the mob, bitch, we 'bout a check

You ain't no shooter, get the f*ck up out the car, nigga
Police put chains on my dawg, but this ain't Saw, nigga
We caught him at a baby shower, play it raw, nigga
You ain't no gangster, I can see that from afar, nigga

I been seein' dark clouds lately
I'm so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
But it's them dark clouds that made me
Dark clouds, dark clouds
I been seein' dark clouds lately
I'm so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
But it's them dark clouds that made me

I just took auntie to Sunday service
You ain't no gangster
You just slide when you be on a Perky
Two cars swervin', sent 200 shots like Kyrie Irving
I'm out the dirty, keep that boy away, he make me nervous
Buy that bitch some business 'fore I ever buy a Birkin
You too fine to beg me for a purse, bitch, you a serpent
Say he want a kilo, Nino meet him by the churches
Take a nigga pack and tell him that he don't deserve it
I was on my last hundred dollars, I was worthless
Seein' dark clouds over me, I'm hearin' voices
You gon' get this paper or be broke? I made choices
Lost a couple friends and it tore my heart to darkness, I be seein' dark clouds

You ain't no shooter, get the f*ck up out the car, nigga
Police put chains on my dawg, but this ain't Saw, nigga
We caught him at a baby shower, play it raw, nigga
You ain't no gangster, I can see that from afar, nigga

I been seein' dark clouds lately
I'm so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
But it's them dark clouds that made me
Dark clouds, dark clouds
I been seein' dark clouds lately
I'm so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
But it's them dark clouds that made me (that's what made me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer: Jeremy Biddle, David McDowell, Joao Duarte, Teldrick Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Old Days

I be tryna tell these niggas
It's a whole different time
This ain't the old days, a nigga stackin' money now
Let's get it

No, this ain't the old days, got a lil' money now
Get that money in four ways, bring it back, bust it down
The narcs out and we got the feds in town
Bet, I hear the plug got some new meds in town
Left him on the ground, no parade around
Yellow tape, he was sleep, no bed around
They wanna cross me, I know they wanna off me
Wanna get with some niggas respected
Well, you better get with the murderers
I be hangin' with felons and burglars
I got a knife on me case it get surgical
Sippin' that purple stuff
Lean by the bottle, my bitch out the bottom
I fell in and out of love
I got some big rocks
How them diamonds dancin' in the Rolex
Nigga, I call it TikTok
They gon' follow your car 'til you park, ayy
He got shot at a pit stop
I got your bitch blocked, don't want your bitch back, no
I'm playin' tic-tac-toe, I got a big bankroll
In the hood where you niggas can't go

Oh (oh)
Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure?
Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure?
I finally got my bag up, I can't f*ck with you hoes
I can't f*ck with you hoes, I'm lit for sure

Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas bad for business

Went and copped me a throwaway, and it got thirty rounds
Used to trap at the four-way, he servin' ounces and pounds
Ain't none of my young niggas scared of y'all
I was sleepin' on the floor, no bed at all
And that chopper gon' knock off his dreads and all
Through the window, we shot at his head and all
Since they wanna cross me, they better off me
I move like a boss and I go where I wanna
In my records, I gotta watch over my shoulder
I need fifty a show or it's f*ck the promoter
My estate got a guard gate and a Kubota
I'm ridin' on green grass
Come suck me up with your mean ass
Had to get off that sack like a screen pass
Niggas pocket watchin', I be rockin' ostrich
I been poppin', stickin', movin' like I'm Rocky
She ate that dick like a plate of teriyaki
I told her to come to the room, let's make it sloppy, ooh
I know you a freak, so don't be actin' new
Me and my nigga did the switch-a-roo
You know I'm the biggest lion in the zoo

Oh
Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure?
Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure?
I finally got my bag up, I can't f*ck with you hoes
I can't f*ck with you hoes, I'm lit for sure
Tell me is it love or is it hate for sure?
Tell me is you real or is you fake for sure?
Finally got my bag up, I'm so sick of these hoes
I'm so sick of these hoes, I'm lit for sure

Lit for sure, lit for sure
Lit for sure
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Writer: Ethan Hicks, Jeremy Biddle, Teldrick Smith, Wiktor Andreas Loveall
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Ghetto Love Birds

Oh, how I love her, my ghetto love bird
Fly like an eagle, yeah
That's why I trust her my ghetto love bird

Bad lil' bitch, she from the projects
Ain't it
Bad attitude, I'm makin' progress
Ain't it
She know I got bands, get a lotta that, baby
I ain't f*ckin' with your man
Get you outta that, baby
Diamonds got the bird flu, flyer than a raven
(Shoot) all that freaky talk'll get
You stabbed like Jason
I told her I want sex on arrival
I might just eat you up for survival
Ghetto love birds, that's the title
(Ghetto love birds, that's the title)

Oh, how I love her
(I love her) , my ghetto love bird (My lover)
Fly like an eagle, yeah
(Fly like an eagle, yeah, yeah)
That's why I trust her (With my life)
My ghetto love bird (yeah, yeah)

I told her I want sex in the condo
I'm tryna let her ride like a Bronco (Skrrt)
I tried to give you love in the jungle
Under the moon, we f*ck 'til the sun go
Born in the heart of the ghetto
Beautiful child (Child)
I'm sending all of my love 'cause
We haven't spoke in a while
I've been trying to plead my
Case and she like, "Take it to trial"
I ain't felt safe in a while
But I miss makin' you smile
And I miss takin' you down
She be there when I go take a lick
Would you be down if I could make a hit?
(Could make a hit)
Let's talk about it when you makin' sense
Sad you was done, I made you relapse
Just like an addict, tryna take a hit
She tryna talk, she said, "Make it quick"
(Hurry the f*ck up)

Oh, how I love her
(I love her) , my ghetto love bird (My love)
Fly like an eagle, yeah
(Fly like an eagle, yeah, yeah)
That's why I trust her
(With my life) , that's why I love
My ghetto love bird, mm (yeah, yeah, yeah)

That's why I love, that's why I love
My ghetto love, my ghetto love
Ghetto love bird
Oh, bad lil' bitch, she from the projects
Ain't it
Bad attitude, I'm makin' progress
Ain't it i ain't f*ckin' with your man
Get you outta that, baby, yeah
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Writer: Jeremy Biddle
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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