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I’m a nice girl most of the time you can tell MY lady
what’s got into me lately
I’m feeling sexy discovering how to hook you my beating
but I don’t wanna dating oh

Pre Chorus:
The base get hard and the beat go boom
me and my girls up in this room
they stare when rockin trying to figure out when we are
tell the bartent to fill my cup
fellows in heat tryin to get unnut
you can move on but you get my love love

Chorus:
Tonight my ladies gonna excuse
going up curtain getting absurd on
fast on me that beat is..for you
dancing upon me you want me
but you can touch my
Uh na na na na na
Uh na na na na na you can touch my
uh na na na na you can touch my
uh na na na na

Getting my drink on keep on staring
’cause what I’m be wearing you know I love the attention
I need a black dress, heels on
I walk like a badd ass to beg you can have this

Pre Chorus:
The base get hard and the beat go boom
me and my girls up in this room
they stare when rockin trying to figure out when we are
tell the bartent to fill my cup
fellows in heat tryin to get unnut
you can move on but you get my love love

Chorus:
Tonight my ladies gonna excuse
going up curtain getting absurd on
fast on me that beat is..for you
dancing upon me you want me
but you can touch my
Uh na na na na na
Uh na na na na na you can touch my
uh na na na na you can touch my
uh na na na na

Come on
let me see you work it baby
no no no no no touching
no no no no no touching
come on honey

Me on light slashing we’re shaking our asses you know
if you came to party to show up your body let’s go
go go go go!

[Chorus:]

Oh baby ..
oh na na na na na
oh baby baby baby

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[Intro]
Hey yo, Arthur, call that nigga Walle,
Tell that nigga to call French Montana
Tell French to call motherfucking Meek Mill
Tell that nigga let me hold this beat one more time nigga
Mmg, waddup?

[The Game]
Rolling up on them 20’s, hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that lucci, black ricky Ricardo
Gucci, Gucci, that Prada, Prada,
Fireworks in this bitch
Tell them hoes to go on my bottle
They gonna die thirst in this bitch
I supply the work niggas talk I gotta murk
Fresh to death I gotta hearse
I fuck the bitch you by the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stunting no fuck nigga
28 to my truck nigga, pack the track wassup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga

Yeah, I’m in the kitchen going ham again
We ain’t throwing bottles nigga, we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker so real niggas know that’s hoes shit
All you single niggas put this new dick on your old bitch
I’ve been high since 06 I’ve been rich since 08
Since Wale had short hair, I’ve been Popping that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say, hurricane he wanted ten
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s calamy on Minday, Rocksbery on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, grey stones on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, that jayz on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, that derry on shake the derriere
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling ea, while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch to love ti, got a bitch to love tutu
Tell him soon to the bi, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m b way, tell them send me like three space
Peach Sirrock, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neck in tron, real nigga I’m gone

[Meek Mill]
Chain all V.S. I ain’t with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O’s in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

[Big Sean]
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can’t believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin’ I pray to God that you see me
I’m on a yacht getting hella’ high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi’s
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain’t CC’ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it’s B.S. boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach Greenbay they packed
Y’all niggas was snackin’ ‘member the hard nights we trappin’
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it’s Damier and we bombs away on y’all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain’t going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin’d yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

[Big Sean]
Niggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn I’mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I’mma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch I had one shot and I ain’t blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain’t never learned shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl? Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio I’m on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain’t broke no more it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It’s Sean Don sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom’s
My Rollie don’t tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom, lil’ bitch

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

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[Intro]
Peenie Wallie
Weh di bang bang bang bang …
Wo wo wo
Weh di bang bang bang bang …
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Weh di bang bang bang bang …
Girl I got yuh caught now
Weh di bang bang bang bang …

[Chorus]
Babygirl I got yuh caught
An’ di lovin’ weh mi give yuh from start
An’ I know yuh ain’t turnin’ back
Girl I got yuh caught up inna di luv now
No puttin’ now in above now
Girl yuh know I got yuh caught
An’ di lovin’ weh mi give yuh from start
An’ I know yuh ain’t turnin’ back
Girl I got yuh caught up inna di luv now
No puttin’ now in above now
Girl yuh know I got yuh caught

[Verse 1]
Weh’ di first we meet
Me give yuh di lyrics
Ah make yuh start shout it
Me give yuh di riddim ah make yuh wine ‘pon me
We give yuh everything ah make yuh feel complete
Put it back ‘pon repeat
Me give yuh whole heap
Make yuh wet yuh bed sheet
Girl yuh note out no trip
Babygirl cau’ yuh dun know me love it run deep
Dis ah no counterfeit
Girl yuh made it concrete

[Chorus]
Then I got yuh caught
An’ di lovin’ weh mi give yuh from start
An’ I know yuh ain’t turnin’ back
Girl I got yuh caught up inna di luv now
No puttin’ now in above now
Girl yuh know I got yuh caught
An’ di lovin’ weh mi give yuh from start
An’ I know yuh ain’t turnin’ back
Girl I got yuh caught up inna di luv now
No puttin’ now in above now
Girl yuh know I got yuh caught

[Verse 2]
Hey no me make yuh kick up ‘pon real
Make yuh sing like ah nightin’ gueal
For the luv me give yuh
Weh di call becauh yuh know mi never feel
Ah me ready fi seal
Ah yuh know I’m gonna give it to yuh
Long long time me ah rock it fi yuh
Consistently girl me ah lock it fi yuh
An’ forever are we clap it fo’ yuh
Haffi next me nah stop it for yuh

[Chorus]
Girl I got yuh caught
An’ di lovin’ weh mi give yuh from start
An’ I know yuh ain’t turnin’ back
Girl I got yuh caught up inna di luv now
No puttin’ now in above now
Girl yuh know I got yuh caught
An’ di lovin’ weh mi give yuh from start
An’ I know yuh ain’t turnin’ back
Girl I got yuh caught up inna di luv now
No puttin’ now in above now
Girl yuh know I got yuh caught

[Verse 3]
Girl, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh
Girl, an’ I got control how yuh hot
Girl, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh
Girl, an’ I seem so it set from start
Girl, an’ mi nah left yuh go-oh-oh
Girl, cau mi luv how me got yuh caught

[Chorus]
Girl I got yuh caught
An’ di lovin’ weh mi give yuh from start
An’ I know yuh ain’t turnin’ back
Girl I got yuh caught up inna di luv now
No puttin’ now in above now
Girl yuh know I got yuh caught

[Outro]
Caught, caught, caught, got yuh caught
Caught, caught, got control how yuh hot
Hot, hot, seem so it set from start
Start, start, babygirl
Bada bang bang bang bang!

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[Intro]
I’m talking drop top, shorty wanna roll
And show everybody who don’t know
Man I do it the most
Hands high every row from the front to the back of the show
Man I do it the most

[Verse 1]
I get going when I go in
Got bad bitches on my groin, oh
You and that girl go out, so
Why she bout to go in to that whip
That I be rollin’ while video game controlling
She posted up like she posing my Lyndsey but no Lohan
And my flow is Grey’s Anatomy for slow one’s, I body it
I’m on my Konami shit, one inch punch karate kicks
See my way like lobbyists or Gotti’s kids
In all honestness I’m quiet as a mouse with my modestness
So ketchup like a condiment
You don’t know my accomplishments
Taking over villages
Burning down cottages
Selling out venues and panty raiding at colleges
Playing Raiden on Mortal Kombat ain’t even shocking as this
Vizzy here, busy yeah, we raising our toasts
Up in that bread, like raisins in toast
They know I’m cut so when I’m balling I’m playing it close
Last but not least cuz I’m saying the most

[Hook]
I’m talking drop top, shorty wanna roll
And show everybody who don’t know
Man I do it the most
Hands high every row from the front to the back of the show
Man I do it the most
Most amazing
Most entertaining
Most awesome
(Man I do it the most)
Most innovative
And most niggas hate it
But most see why I made it
It’s cuz I do the most

[Verse 2]
Kill it when I’m in the building every time you come to shows
See them girls, they kinda cool, ask ‘em if they down to roll
When we hitting the hotel is all they really wanna know
Cuz she’s going down on X soon as she go up in smoke
Tell my home I am o-o-on
And I am ba-ba-back for all them cats that fronted on
I am taking hits of life (inhales) puff it long
On that train that Puffy on
Bonjour Paris I am ?
We’re in the club trapped in that bottle like a genie
Felt like I hit the lotto all these models on my weenie
She said that her man was kinda like Pee Wee
And that’s why all the squares in the circle wanna be me

Chorus

[Bridge]
If you shine like I shine then put your hands high and say
“Man I do it the most!”
If you grind like I grind then put your hands high and say
“Man I do it the most!”
If you fly like I’m fly then put your hands high and say
“Man I do it the most!”
If you got it like I got it then you probably over ?
And if they forgot letters, remind ‘em

Chorus

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[Verse 1]
How we go from “Who’s that?” to “That’s who!”?
Gave the game life when it had less sole than flat shoes
Heart of a king, blood of a slave, a hundred chains
Sixteen bars that prison guards could not contain
We put on ice as soon as we get hot
And carry heavy metal just in case we slip, not
These kids rock like we Kid Rocks of hip hop
And if you hope that it stops then kick rocks in flip flops
CD’s fill bins like Regis, but we still treated like animals
Right? No PETA
Maybe ‘cuz we shine like a Las Vegas ?
Cuz we all pack heaters. They in drive, two seaters
Hittin’ one city but I rent two cars
Damn Big, did we take it too far?
This is Ozymandius’ chain going too hard
We are slaves to our vain man, look at the scars
But I got…

[Hook]
Chains, whips, bars, see?
So tell me why I feel so free
So tell me why I feel so free
So tell me why I feel so free
(x2)

[Verse 2]
It’s hard to quit the bull, they be on some Jordan shit
Cuz when really do it, you don’t choose it, you were born to do
So I choose for my fam’ and you, Florida shit
And I’mma kill a nigga on some Dexter Morgan shit
I promise momma that college wasn’t just for the kid
Cuz I master the trophies you don’t box up in storages
Nobody ever sang my praises, amazing
Now I’m hopping up on stages where they all singing my choruses
Chains, bars and whips. Y’all ball cuz no umpire would ever call THEM hits
That y’all spit out y’all lips
I spit out my soul, you just spit out your spit
I’m going for the globe at the end of my wrist
North Pole on my twelve, South Pole on my six
Vizzy on tock, bad bitch on tick and it just won’t stop
If you don’t know that boy sit cuz he’s got

[Chorus]
Chains, whips, bars, see?
So tell me why I feel so free
So tell me why I feel so free
So tell me why I feel so free
(x2)

[Bridge]
While everybody struggles to be so free
I can’t take these chains off me
I can’t take these chains off me
I can’t take these chains off me
(x2)

[Chorus]
Chains, whips, bars, see?
So tell me why I feel so free
So tell me why I feel so free
So tell me why I feel so free
(x2)

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(Verse 1)
Realities harsh, so I dream through it
Try to give exhale, and I just breathe through it
See I can make a hit, no thing to it
But all y’all do is miss, no ring to it
What I bring to it’s like sheet music that he wrote
I’m F’in sharp but the lines have brought
Me nothing but some C notes
My girl ass never be flat, yo girl look like a minor
I’ve been unemployed forever, but this ’bout to get me higher
To the sky-er, now I test my wings
I got Victoria’s Secret angels doing devilish things
Tryna mess with a king they say I mainly model
But I’mma get into acting
I say go break a leg, you might just get casted
And they asking why XV?
At 15 I started rapping. Most of us don’t see 21
So when I was young I made it happen
Now look they eyes. I’m 26 and I’m fly
I’m reloaded, I’m reloaded and I’m aimin’ til I…

Chorus
Sky high, that’s where we aim
We just shootin’ for the stars like
BANG, BANG, BANG
Riiiiight, it will never change
The sky is where we aim like
BANG, BANG, BANG. (x2)

(Verse 2)
Jackasses thought I was done, hoping I crash in fire
Still amazed at all the ones that these raps inspire
Sweet as driving Miss Daisy but streets be driving me crazy
So I’m feeling just like DiNero in Taxi Driver
Watching the growth, you see the flow, you see the shows get live-r
What I gave em was dope, but my new shit get you higher
I was Richard Pryor to my dreams of Brewster’s millions
Now I refuse and let a few fans be my ceiling
A Kansas kid with small town hardships
But flew around those big cities, I’m like Clark Kent
Astronaut dreams, yeah we knew ‘em since
So I brought my camp, yeah my crews in tents
We gotta have it, see those stars and gotta grab it
Goofy nigga with a bad bitch. I think I’m Roger Rabbit
But I ain’t framing a thing but them plaques I get with my rhymes
I’m reloaded, I’m reloaded and I’m aiming til I’m…

Chorus

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[Hook]
Slick, slick, slick, slick
Slick, slick, slick, slick
They slick acting like haters
They slick acting like hoes
They slick jocking my rocking
They slick jocking my clothes
I’m slick getting this money
I’m slick getting this dough
Erything this slick has been slicking all over my clothes

[Verse 1]
Watch you know about slick talk?
Nigga I’m a zone 6 boss
My neck is ice and my wrist frost
Tell them broke niggas get lost
My jeans peace that slick cost
You click weed, y’all slick soft
Don’t get hit with that dumper nigga
Tryna dump a nigga with that Chris Cross
I’m fresh as hell in this thick slick
Your girl I slick hit
Trust me dawg, I ain’t lying
I don’t tell the stories that’s slick writ
Took her to the crib, big 6
I swing wood, I sweet chick
My money long like Stacey Auburn
Bitch I’m balling on 66
Shawty slick be hain, all the misbehaving
You don’t get a hater fucked up
And I tryna be begging
I treat bitch like bank accounts
I will never be chasing
I slick be checking hoes,
Y’all slick be having

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I’m slick this, slick that
I’m with a thick bitch with a 6 pack
She ask me how her hair look
I said I like it better when it’s slick back
Riding round with a slick rack
Got a lot of hoes, I’m a slick rack
Damn girl you fine as hell
End to that so sleep well
I’m slicker than a can of oil
Some hoes say I’m mean, some hoes say I’m spoil
If the bitch is Spanish, she cook all those compoyos
I slick be smoking tree, you slick be smoking soil
I’m talking slick, do you understand my swing?
With you’re still fucking with the same niggas
I used to swang with
You slick jelly, use your mind, cause you ain’t slick
I got these lames pissed
Cause I sleep with they main bitch

[Hook] X 2

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