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Sometimes I think he’s undressing me with his eyes
Visually caressing me all over
Please just take me boy cuz I’m all yours
Anywhere do me on the sofa or your wheelie chair
On the photocopying machine
You can have me any way you please

I can’t take my eyes off you, boy
I’m so hypnotized, you got me

Falling
Falling over myself
Like I’m under a spell
Oh, Daniel, I can’t go on like this much longer
Take my clothes off
Bend me over your desk
I’ll be sure to impress
Oh, Daniel, these feelings will only get stronger

I can’t take my eyes off you, boy
I’m so hypnotized, you got me

Falling
Falling over myself
Like I’m under a spell
Oh, Daniel, I can’t go on like this much longer
Take my clothes off
Bend me over your desk
I’ll be sure to impress
Oh, Daniel, these feelings will only get stronger

Bridget, you better learn to play the game
What will it take for you to see their all the same?
Oh yeah, you better come prepared
You’ll never get anywhere
You’ll never get anywhere

[Intro]
S.O.D (420)

[Chorus]
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand (Soulja)
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand (Scream)
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand (Izzo)
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand

[Verse 1]
Pop one, pop two, I’m outta here I’m outta here
S.O.D crew, we outta here we outta here
Money out the roof, the Maserati coupe
Got me flexin’ down the highway
Everybody know I got the Phantom in the driveway
Double cue 30 ice ain’t nun but that motherfuckin’ sprite in my double cup
Everywhere I go I’m throwin’ money, yeah
Juice Mixtape got the streets on fire
I’ma keep sending shots till these old niggas retire, Lil Dre

[Chorus]
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand

[Verse 2]
Yeah you already know
Tony on that kickstand
Tryna find out how much sweet a nigga will stand
Bitch, you know I got that money sorta like Uncle Sam
Might as well get high, pop a couple Rozan
Say you wanna smoke, I have that kush rolled in right instant
And you already know that’s a old fragrance
Yellow diamonds have all these bitches staring
Yeah I’m so first they think the nigga is arrogant
These flashy flashy waves, man that shit is apparent

[Chorus]
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand

[Verse 3]
You niggas thought it was over but I’m not finished
Fall in the club bitch fuckin’ up a ticket
Blowin’ on dat loud pat, we don’t smoke no midgets
Drop top Maserati and yo bitch is in it
And the window tinted and I’m sippin’ kickstand
Never gave a fuck ‘cuz I’m throwin’ big bands
Me and Tony yo that’s that simp set connect
Got that YGRN so you better show respect
Man you know I’m in your town fuckin’ up a check
I throw the bands in this bitch and I’ma cut that check
And when it time for the beef, bitch, I’ma grip that tec
Nigga know I’m showin off, you know I’m gon splash
Got the juice in the booth with my nigga countin’ cash
Calico Jonez, money gang fam
I can’t forget my nigga killa kam
We still throwin’ bands, the lamb between the man
I’ve been posted up so heavy on that fuckin kickstand
Dre be my name but you can call me Lil’ Soulja
Been throwin’ these racks, boy, I thought that I told ya
Back in Panolla, ride in that drop
Had the lambo doors up, man, this shit do not stop

[Intro]
Easy money
It’s about to be a surgical summer
Chop the tops off the coupes
The cuatrocientos ochenta y ocho
The Spider joint
And you know we gotta cut the heads off these snakes, right?
Watch the body drop

[Verse]
Drug dealin’ aside, ghostwritin’ aside
Let’s have a heart-to-heart about your pride
Even though you’re multi, I see that your soul don’t look alive
The M’s count different when Baby divides the pie, wait
Let’s examine why
Your music for the past few years been angry and full of lies
I’ll start it at the home front, “I’m on One”
Dennis Graham stay off the gram, bitch, I’m on one
You mention wedding ring like it’s a bad thing
Your father walked away at five, hell of a dad thing
Marriage is somethin’ that Sandi never had, Drake
How you a winner, but she keep comin’ in last place?
Monkey-suit Dennis, you parade him
A Steve Harvey-suit nigga made him
Confused, always felt you weren’t Black enough
Afraid to grow it ’cause your ‘fro wouldn’t nap enough
Since you name-dropped my fiancée
Let ’em know who you chose as your Beyoncé
Sophie knows better, ask your baby mother
Cleaned her up for IG, but the stench is on her
A baby’s involved, it’s deeper than rap
We talkin’ character, let me keep with the facts
You are hiding a child, let that boy come home
Deadbeat mothafucka playin’ border patrol, ooh
Adonis is your son
And he deserves more than an Adidas press run, that’s real
Love that baby, respect that girl
Forget she’s a pornstar, let her be your world, yuugh!
How dare you put Ye in my verses?
I’m selfish, I want all of the curses
I’m pre-bookin’ the churches
Me versus three hearses
If we all go to Hell it’ll be worth it
Already aligned with the greats, and on that same note
The only ones I chase are two ghosts
Still givin’ you classics, that’s the only thing that dates me
OVO 40, hunched over like he 80, tick, tick, tick
How much time he got? That man is sick, sick, sick
I got the devil flow, nigga, six, six, six
Surgical summer with it, snip, snip, snip
And you don’t really want it with him

[Outro]
Surgical Summer, Volume 1
We gon’ take this slow
We just gon’ peel it back layer-by-layer
Yeah, DAYTONA
Album of the motherfuckin’ year
And you talkin’ ’bout you upset
Hahahahaha
Well, I wanna see what it’s like when you get angry, okay?
You show me that
Push!

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I did the dash
Yuh look like the Flash
Hiding the Cash
So fast it look like the flash
Count my diamonds
Each of them
Look at the stash
Count my diamonds
With your bitch We finna smash

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah I started out from 16th
Had no grills on my teeth
But we made enough for the fam to eat
And then I got tough like Apollo Creed
And then the music came naturally
Started spitting flames on many beats
Selling out shows nationally
Now I made it internationally
Got some tats and my diamonds cold
And I know that I have my tats ’till I’m old
I got Off White and fucking gold
The come up just can’t be controlled
Then came heat in the studio
Label getting on my nerves I know
Now I look at my digital dash
Now my songs on the radio
Now they judging my style like Judy
They say that I’m fruity
Nah bro I’m dating a cutie
The cutie got booty
Im living the dream
Rocking Off White and Supreme
Bitch I started the wave
And now everybody rocking band tees
Hit her from the back Serena Williams
Xo Tour nigga making millions
Only got 3 not 15
But we already know that they the villans
So fuck the niggas who tryna’ challenge me
Diamonds on me seasick got the allergies
Step in reality
Step in my galaxy
Step in my bubble and you will get fucked (Fucked up lil nigga)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I did the dash
Yuh look like the Flash
Hiding the Cash
So fast it look like the flash
Count my diamonds
Each of them
Look at the stash
Count my diamonds
With your bitch We finna smash

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay Okay
Okay Okay
Okay Okay
Okay Okay
Shawty thick like Sommer Ray
In the game but we don’t play
Need a new freezer for my ice
My diamonds better any day
Yuh anyway
I swear I catch bodies like Moss
I drip with the voss
Call it the sauce
Call what’s on my shirt Embossed
They said I’m the boss
Because Im the boss
Lil Uzi Vert On Top
Lil Nigga

[Intro: Jacquees]
Right, Yup
Right, Yup
Right, Yup
Right
Beat Freakz
Hey!

[Verse 1: Jacquees]
Got a crib with a nice view
You and your girl should slide through
Wasn’t doing shit anyway
Might as well bring your ass here to my place
I got some drink if you want some
Girl we live and we on one
2 on, yeah we 2 on
Bad bitch singin’ to this song

[Pre-Chorus: Jacquees]
Cause they know, cause they know who we are
We’ll be doing that same shit tomorrow
This that life that we livin’ and that ain’t changin’
They just know that we living the life
These other nigga’s ain’t doin’ it right
I’m fuckin’ me a bad one, if her friend like her she can have some, yeah

[Chorus: Jacquees]
This ain’t new to a nigga, I’ve been doing this all my life
These hoes be glued to a nigga
So I’ma keep doing what I’m doing (straight up)
Blowin’ money like it ain’t nothin’ new (straight up)
Poppin’ bottles like a real nigga do (straight up)
Really I could give a fuck about you (straight up)
As long as I’m doin’ what I’m doin’

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
My shit jumpin’, tell that bitch twerk somethin’
She said she do a private show, girl you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bring that ass over here now, ass up but that head goin’ way down (way down)
I been sippin’ so you know I’m tryna fuck some
A real nigga so you know I never love none, no

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Cause they know cause they know who we are
We’ll be doing that same shit tomorrow
Cause that life that we livin’ and that ain’t changin’
They just know that we livin’ the life
These other nigga’s ain’t doin’ it right
I’m fuckin’ me a bad one, if her friend like her she can have some, yeah

[Chorus: Jacquees]
This ain’t new to a nigga, I’ve been doing this all my life
These hoes be glued to a nigga
So I’ma keep doing what I’m doing (straight up)
Blowing money like it ain’t nothin’ new (straight up)
Popping bottles like a real nigga do (straight up)
Really I could give a fuck about you (straight up)
(I could give a fuck what you do)
As long as I’m doin’ what I’m doin’

[Bridge: Jacquees, Chris Brown & Both]
Da-da-da, da-da-da, keep doin’ what ya doin’ (all my girls in here)
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, keep doin’ what ya doin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Da-da-da, da-da-da, (hey!) keep doin’ what ya doin’
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, keep doin’ what ya doin’ yeah

[Chorus: Jacquees]
This ain’t!
This ain’t new to a nigga, I’ve been doin’ this all my life
These hoes be glued to a nigga
So I’ma keep doing what I’m doin’ (straight up)
Blowin’ money like it ain’t nothin’ new (straight up)
Poppin’ bottles like a real nigga do (straight up)
Really I could give a fuck about you (straight up)
As long as I’m doing what I’m doing