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[Verse 1]
Bitches thinking shit sweet till I pull up with the pull up
She was talking on the internet the bitch ain’t even pull up
I don’t got the time to argue with the bitch I rather I pull up
Worldwide glo up status I’m like quay with the cook up
Heard these birches selling out they need to worry bout they edges
It’s a gangsta party posted in this bitch with Mac 11’s
Boss bitches hoes see me and they running out the exit
Can’t be fucking weak niggas cause they say I’m too aggressive
Cuban, Cuban flexing I put thirty on my wrist now
Heard she got a hit so now she thinking she the shit now
Been killing shit I make basic hoes sit down
Bitches mad I signed my deal they hating that I’m lit now
Fuck a sneak dissing bitch you coming for me
Bitches need to boss up I heard they fucking for free
And these niggas broke ass they don’t get nothing from me
I swear that all these hoes thirsty they be running for D

[Hook]
Ooh
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Ooh
Pull up on a bitch and beat her live on the gram
I ain’t saying to much bitches knowing how I am
These niggas doing too much shit I might just call a pound
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram

[Verse 2]
Broke bitch, you on some hoe shit
Speaking on my name but she don’t know shit
If I catch you lacking then I’m beating your ass
I’m talking left, right hook, hit her ass with a jab
Jump in the jag, two hundred my dash
Diamonds got clarity, B.S no flash
Bitches be mad, imma handle my class
Top 3 where I’m from bitch I’m showing my ass

[Hook]
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram

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[Verse 1]
Made plans with me and all your friends
I’m late again, I hate to keep you waiting
Tried to be a gentleman, got drunk again before I even made it
Tried to call a car for you, you’re tired of me
I know you wouldn’t take it
You walked a mile in Louis Vuittons and fucked ’em up
You know that they’re my favorite

[Pre-Chorus]
But we dress up and play pretend
Then we act like we’re good again
I do things I can’t defend
And even when you hold it in

[Chorus]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Explosions, hidden when we’re in the open
Keep on smilin’ until it’s over
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly

[Verse 2]
Arguments that never end
You’re talkin’ shit to spice up conversation
I’m so sick of back and forth
These fights with you are startin’ to feel contagious
Said that I’m no good for you
Right before we walk into your parents
Then you put on that smile again
And grab my hand even though you hate it

[Pre-Chorus]
But we dress up and play pretend
Then we act like we’re good again
I do things I can’t defend
And even when you hold it in

[Chorus]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Explosions, hidden when we’re in the open
Keep on smilin’ until it’s over
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t
Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t

[Bridge]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Explosions hidden when we’re in the open
And keep on smilin’ until it’s over
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly

[Chorus]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)
Explosions hidden when we’re in the open
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)
Keep on smilin’ until it’s over
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)
Holdin’ even though it kills you slowly
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)

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(intro)
Sit back down imma explain it to you
Imma explain it to you like
All this shit, what you wanna hear bout bruh?
Shit, let a nigga know
I ain’t been shit since I been out
Shits brazy in here man
Molly, Molly
Molly, Molly
Let me tell you something

(verse1)
Niggas in the gram, niggas in that bitch to turn to snitch
Niggas in that bitch suckin’ dick
Hold up wait a minute we ain’t really on that bullshit
Nigga I will hit you with the stick
I was in that bitch wildin’ with them motherfuckin’ jits
Who got the plugs on them sticks?
All bout that skrilla I was locked up wit them gorillas
And I ran into a couple killas
Ran into Lil Cory yeah that nigga really on the shit
And he’s throwing L’s in that bitch
I was locked up, nigga, year in that bitch
Damn near failed in that bitch
School wasn’t shit easy ass work in that shit
Easy ass work in that shit
Staff sucking dick, staff in that bitch fuck the clique
Staff trynna twerk in that shit
All these hoes shit many niggas in there ain’t shit
Man them pussy niggas they’re fake
These niggas hate these niggas smile in your face
Probably spray your ass with the rake
Hold up wait, wait. These niggas really don’t care
These niggas don’t give a damn
These niggas flaw, these niggas locked up damn
This how it is in the gram
Yeah, Mr. Mayor, I was locked up in cell
Hopin’ that my niggas doin’ well
Praying for Lil Shawn, praying for my nigga J Green
Trynna get the guap by any means
I was in that bih wildin’ with my mother fucking dawgs
We was skipping school in the halls
I was so tired of eating that nasty ass food
Taking showers in them dirty ass draws
I got the top, I was so stressed
I had to get it, I had to move
I was locked up with the mother fuckin’ goons
In a mother fucking 4 by 4 room
Bitch I weren’t stressin’, I was finessin’
I’m hittin’ licks, I was a legend
I was the best fucking rapper in the compound
Nigga had a gun that hold a 100 rounds
Fuck with the staff, bitch I had face
I was eatin’ good every kind of place
4 for 4 Wendy’s and good taste
4 for 4 Wendy’s locked up [?]
Hitting up McDonalds dollar menu
Fuck that nigga hell naw I got face
I always get the mothefuckin’ quarter pounder double cheeseburger
And that mother fucking milkshake
Wait, young nigga serving weight
Staffed in the gram they be fresh
Thugged out nigga, all them nigga servin’ straight drugs
They the plug and they getting all the weight
(Get it on the way)
I was trynna run up the check
I was in that bih getting checked
When I hit a lick with that young nigga Barnes in that bitch
We was thumbin’ through a whole fucking check
Skurt off in a vet (ya) I ain’t skurt off in a vet
Nigga I was sleeping on the slab
I was with them blood, I’m bleeding red in the lab
Peel a fuck nigga like a scab
I was in the tech lab downloading music
Yeah, I was downloading music
G shine, u shine, I shine, we shine
Blood gang shout out to my big homie boosie
Free that nigga zoo, free that nigga smith
Free that niggas other that’s locked up in that bitch
Free all of my niggas that was piped up in that bitch
Doing 3 years like life up in that bitch
Niggas in your view, gotta strikeout in that bitch
Fights poppin’ out I don’t know where
Miracle big booty bitch that work there ain’t had no hair
That shit there really weren’t fair
When you locked up it seemed like nobody care
Your momma only see you like 2 times a week
Wait, matter fact 1 you don’t run into no freak
Man that shit depressing, I ain’t get no pussy
I was in that bih eating school snack cookie
I was tired of them fucking school snack cookie
I was trynna, get some school snack pussy
I ain’t worried bout it man, you know I had it on me
Yeah you know my niggas yeah, I was in there lonely
I was in the cell, I was chillin’ on my lonely
I ain’t have cell mates, I wasn’t eatin’ on bolony
Bolony went to ham then I switched this shit to turkey
[?]
If a nigga try you when he get out they gone hurt you
Catch you in the class broad day they gonʼ hurt you
Niggas in that bih getting split with da tray
Niggas in that bih switching up, turnin’ gay
Niggas in that bih smilin’ in your face
Racist ass crackers they don’t like are black race
I was in that bih getting knowledge from the old head
Young nigga, bad bitch wait?
Aye, hold up wait, whoady
Yellow bitch walking like she bow leg
Wait, let me get back on top
Ran into some niggas got the plug on the chop
Hold up wait, gotcha
Burger King I ain’t eat no fucking whopper

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[Chorus]
Oh, the world’s situation
Should be rated X, rated X
Said, the world’s situation
Should be rated X, yeah, rated X
Listen, people

[Verse 1]
Not only in the movie shows
Take a look outside, it’s where the truth is really told
It’s life in living color
Fighting, killing and dope dealing, it’s everywhere

[Chorus]
What about the crime? Rated X
What about the killing, fighting, stealing everywhere?
They let the children see life destroyed
But they won’t let them see the making
Oh, what happened to God’s creation?

[Verse 2]
The one thing that really bothers me the most
Is how we calmly take the lives of other folk
The world today is in a grave situation
Dirty water we can’t drink, dirty air, it’s so unfair
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Baby, something is missing all over the world
It’s alright, it’s okay
You and me, baby, can withstand
All the sin and corruption this land
We got love, we got peace
If we could hold it, spread it all over world

[Chorus]
Oh, then the world’s situation
Won’t be rated X, rated X
Do you hear me?
When I preach all that I’ve learned
We’ll have happiness and love, it’ll be oh, so sweet
And then we jive in the master plan
We can walk together, side by side, hand in hand
Oh, love is still rated X
We all know is hate is all the way rated X

[Bridge]
Where’s the love? Where’s the peace?
Where’s the joy? Where’s the hope for us all?
God is watching, He knows where you’re at
Yes, he’s watching the situation, that’s a fact

[Outro]
Oh, the world’s situation
Should be rated X, woo
Situation

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[Intro]
Melii, woo

[Chorus]
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my, on my jock)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back (Never called him back)
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back

[Verse 1]
I’m dubbin’ these niggas, they turn into groupies
They see all the ice and don’t know how to act
She callin’ me twin, she sayin’ I’m sis
She study my game, wanna run up a bag
Can’t fuck with my gang, wanna fuck on my gang
Said my nigga your bro, but you throwin’ it back
They not on my level, your pussy is metal
You dumb little bitch, you gon’ fuck for a stack
Bad lil’, bad lil’, bad lil’ bitch
Bad lil’ bitch, bad lil’ bitch
See the ice up on my wrist (Drip, drip)
Watch it drip, it go, “Swish”
Busca me el nene que tenga la paca
Que me coma is me pogo wuapa
Who ’bout to pop out, pull up in the drop top?
Melii, Melii, Melii, woo

[Chorus]
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my, on my jock)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back (Never called him back)
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back

[Verse 2]
You took a pic in the rental
We got the key and credentials
She want to pull up and turn up like ooh-ah
All of ya exes basura
We took the jet and he flew me to Cuba
I fucked up the couch when turned up, turned up
I came up like ooh-ah, el quiere que yo lo suba
I got rappers on my dick, when I dub ’em, they be sick
I can’t stop until I’m rich, really, I been on my shit
I got diamonds on my neck, when I pull up run my check
Yea they shook, they know I’m next, I’m that bitch, what you expect?

[Chorus]
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my, on my jock)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my jock)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back

[Outro]
Oh my God, God, God
Bad lil’ bitch
Bad lil’ bitch
Bad-bad lil’ bitch, bad-bad lil’ bitch
Bad-bad lil’ bitch, bad-bad lil’ bitch
You nasty
Melii, Melii, Melii, woo
Oh my God
And I never, never called him back
Woo
Oh my God