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[Chorus]
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more

[Verse 1]
Look like a horse show from the back, yeah
On the dick, I rap, nigga
Turnin’ his mic off like Nicki at Coachella, facts, yeah
Ride it like a horse, good brain like a dork
Told him go pig out, but baby we don’t eat no pork, yeah

[Refrain]
This what happens when we fuckin’, yeah
Every time we get to fuckin’
Keep suckin’ even when he cummin’, yeah
All fingers in me like a puppet

[Verse 2]
Once he paid my rent, we been fuckin’ ever since, yeah
When he finger me, he gotta wear an oven mitt (It’s hot)
Hey, come up in my nose, 24/7 give him blows
Now walkin’ with bad knees, like my name was Derrick Rose (Ouch)
I can’t be no cheap ho, nastier than Rico
Hit this pussy harder than a mothafuckin’ Creed show
I forgot to shave, so this pussy look like hay
April showers on that dick, then baby shower up in May

[Chorus]
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more

[Verse 3]
Head down, ass up, feelin’ like a cockstar
Watch it grow up in my mouth every time it’s not hard
Open up the box, then eat it up just like a Pop-Tart
Make the dick harder than back seats in a cop car
Why the fuck do you keep pullin’ my tracks?
‘Cause if it fall out, bitch, then you gluin’ it back
I’m tryna suck your dick ’til my jaws get swole
I’m tryna ride like Rosa Parks on the road

[Chorus]
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more
I’m gonna take your dick, put it in my hole
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more

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[Intro]
Accountant still ain’t got cheating
Chases dreams, shaking off demons
The other side get the worst treatment
Fall through my marriage, tell me “won’t leave me”
Shit hard right now, going through it
Shit hard right now, going through it
Fell out with my dawg over music
Hundred mil’, I’m walking to it
They like “don’t retire, we love your music”
When your new shit drop, we gon turn up to it
Burn a wood to it, we gon trap to it
Party hard music, get drunk to it
Girls fixin’ makeup in the mirror to it
All the athletes walking out to it
Worldwide music, Worldwide music
Upper echelon, G5 music
Reload

[Chorus]
Accountant still ain’t got cheating
Chases dreams, shaking off demons
The other side get the worst treatment
Fall through my marriage, tell me “Won’t leave me”
Shit hard right now, going through it
Shit hard right now, going through it
Fell out with my dawg over music
Hundred mil’, I’m walking to it
They like “Don’t retire, we love your music
When your new shit drop, we gon turn up to it
Burn a wood to it, we gon trap to it
Party hard music, get drunk to it”
Girls fixin’ makeup in the mirror to it
All the athletes walking out to it
Worldwide music, Worldwide music
Upper echelon, G5 music

[Verse]
How could I leave y’all back like that without one more?
Y’all was with me every show, all around the globe
Every minute in the studio, fans
Y’all became my best friends, this is God’s plan
Y’all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right
Y’all energy kept me afloat
Y’all stuck with me my through my marriage
Y’all was with me wrong or right
Y’all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away?
How could I forget them lonely nights starving, y’all put food on my plate
I was in a lonely place, y’all showed me a way
Y’all told me keep making music, boy put down that dirty K
I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way

[Chorus]
Accountant still ain’t got cheating
Chases dreams, shaking off demons
The other side get the worst treatment
Fall through my marriage, tell me “Won’t leave me”
Shit hard right now, going through it
Shit hard right now, going through it
Fell out with my dawg over music
Hundred mil’, I’m walking to it
They like “Don’t retire, we love your music
When your new shit drop, we gon turn up to it
Burn a wood to it, we gon trap to it
Party hard music, get drunk to it”
Girls fixin’ makeup in the mirror to it
All the athletes walking out to it
Worldwide music, Worldwide music
Upper echelon, G5 music

[Verse 2]
First time in the booth
Swear to God, they started laughing at me
I ain’t give a damn, I was rappin’ tacky
Six months later, had my first show
And I ain’t never look back, nine summers in a row
I brought Chance and Dolph to every show
Them So Icy boys, niggas know
I’m talkin’ Wooh, French and Juiceman
Guc’ fresh out in the Mulsanne
I’m on the side in that Ghost, mane
Bricksquad, we run the game
Them Bricksquad niggas run the game
The ego kicked in with the fame
Guc’ and Juice start beef, aye
Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin’
Where that left me, where that left me?
Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas
Every concert, I brought all of my niggas
Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas
We was chasing our dream, we ain’t never had shit
Came from the bottom, now all of us rich
Diamonds gon glisten on our neck and our wrists
Y’all niggas know y’all not living like this

[Chorus]
Accountant still ain’t got cheating
Chases dreams, shaking off demons
The other side get the worst treatment
Fall through my marriage, tell me “Won’t leave me”
Shit hard right now, going through it
Shit hard right now, going through it
Fell out with my dawg over music
Hundred mil’, I’m walking to it
They like “Don’t retire, we love your music
When your new shit drop, we gon turn up to it
Burn a wood to it, we gon trap to it
Party hard music, get drunk to it”
Girls fixin’ makeup in the mirror to it
All the athletes walking out to it
Worldwide music, Worldwide music
Upper echelon, G5 music

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[Intro]
Rah, rah, rah
Sing it, y’all

[Chorus]
Oh, killing me softly and I’m still falling
Still the one I need, I will always be with you
Oh, you got me all gone, don’t ever let me go
Say it real loud if you fly
Sing it, y’all

[Hook]
My baby is a ten
We dressing to the nine
He pick me up, we eight
Make me feel so lucky, seven
He kiss me in his six
We be making love in five (I see you)
Still the one I do this four
I’m trying to make us three
From that two
He still the one

[Verse 1]
There’s ups and downs in this love
Got a lot to learn in this love
Through the good and the bad, still got love
Dedicated to the one I love, hey
Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing
Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain
Still all up on each other, ain’t a damn thing change
My girls can’t tell me nothing, I’m gone in the brain

[Refrain]
Me and my boo in my boo’s coupe riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man, show him you the flyest
Grind up on it, girl, girl, girl (Show him how you ride it)
Me and my boo in the coupe lip locking
All up in the back ’cause the chicks keep flocking
All that gossip in 10 years, stop it
London, speed it up, Houston, rock it

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[Verse 1]
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Verse 2]
In the street in some Texas heat, and us down the road from my cousin, now
Dance some more, close to Mexico and I tell my boys that I left ’em, uh
My feelings go when your feelings show
That’s the stuff that always come and bless you now
Now you’re pushin’ my lovin’, now you’re pushin’ my love
Tell me what you gotta do to try to keep it (next bar)
Tell me what I gotta do to try to keep it (ne-ne-ne-next bar)
Tell me all the ones you know to have you down since ’95
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Pre-Chorus]
Big wedding, this brother basketball so late in the park with them
My feelings don’t mean nothing whenever we arguing
I’m drunk in the backseat, tryna figure out how I can get out this bitch
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Outro]
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so much, I build nigga
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so, I play it so

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[Intro: Blueface & French Montana]
Blueface, baby
You know what it is, we here (Yeah, a’ight, haan?)
Montana (Bitch, I’m slidin’, bitch, I’m slidin’)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil TJay]
Won’t you bust it for a real nigga? (Bust it for a real nigga?)
Slim thick lil’ butt, but it feel bigger (Butt, but it feel bigger)
I know you just a lil’ problem, I can deal with ya (Tell ’em I can deal with ya)
I know you just a lil’ problem, I can deal with ya (Oh)

[Chorus: French Montana]
All night gettin’ shmizzed, all night gettin’ high
Hell to the yeah to the mothafuckin’ Y
Bitch slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Creepin’ ’round corners and then dippin’ through the grass (Yeah)
Right back on your mothafuckin’ ass
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil TJay & French Montana]
Mama, don’t be scared, you can let me inside (Slide)
Eight rounds in me, we could do it all night (Slide)
And I ain’t tryna fight, see my future lookin’ bright (Slide)
If you ready for the pipe, I could give you what you like (Yeah)
Bitch slide (Slide)
Bow down to the Coke Boys
Fuck me? Fuck you, lil ho (How?)
Had respect for yo’ ass
Now it’s time for Montana to check yo’ ass, fool (Nigga)
Get the money, told T, get the butter (Butter)
Had to tell the ho bitch I don’t love her

[Refrain: French Montana & Lil TJay]
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Slide)
Bitch, slide (Slide)
Now bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)

[Verse 2: Lil TJay]
Fuck ’em over, niggas, don’t you pay ’em no mind
We can make a movie, I ain’t wastin’ no time
Baby, we can fuck again, do it all night (Slide)
Baby, I been hustlin, cookin’ all night (Bitch, slide)
Future so bright, look at my life
Like fuck it, bitch, slide
Bitch, slide, bitch, slide

[Bridge: French Montana]
Saw some mark-ass niggas on the corner flaggin’ me
Like, “What’s up with you? Sup with Max B?
What’s up with this Coke wave? What’s up with the crew?
Is that nigga still in jail? What the nigga do?”
I said, “If you ain’t up on things
Coke Boys still the gang, Coke wave in my veins”
Nigga, slide (Nigga, slide)
Nigga, slide (Nigga, slide)
Nigga, slide (Nigga, slide)
Bitch nigga, slide (Huh?)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil TJay]
Won’t you bust it for a real nigga? (Bust it for a real nigga?)
Slim thick lil’ butt, but it feel bigger (Butt, but it feel bigger)
I know you just a lil’ problem, I can deal with ya (Tell ’em I can deal with ya)
I know you just a lil’ problem, I can deal with ya (Oh)

[Chorus: French Montana]
All night gettin’ shmizzed, all night gettin’ high
Hell to the yeah to the mothafuckin’ Y
Bitch slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Creepin’ ’round corners and then dippin’ through the grass (Yeah)
Right back on your mothafuckin’ ass
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Yeah

[Verse 3: Blueface]
Blueface, baby (Slidin’)
Yeah, a’ight (Slidin’)
Bust it open for a real nigga (Bust it)
Tommy gun on me like a Hilfiger (Bust it)
Slidin’ and glidin’, this ain’t no Plain Jane
VVS’ bustin’ (Bustin’)
Like Jerome Bettis (Like Jerome Bettis)
I get to the fetty (Fetty)
I got a fuckin’ fetish
Two dicks on me, a cock and a big Glock (Two dicks)
Reach for my piece like openin’ your eyes in Bird Box (Ooh)
Gunshots (Gunshots)
Start a track meet
40 clack like some sandals when it’s slide feet

[Pre-Chorus: Lil TJay]
Won’t you bust it for a real nigga? (Bust it for a real nigga?)
Slim thick lil’ butt, but it feel bigger (Butt, but it feel bigger)
I know you just a lil’ problem, I can deal with ya (Tell ’em I can deal with ya)
I know you just a lil’ problem, I can deal with ya (Oh)

[Chorus: French Montana]
All night gettin’ shmizzed, all night gettin’ high
Hell to the yeah to the mothafuckin’ Y
Bitch slide (Bitch, slide)
Slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)
Bitch, slide (Bitch, slide)