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[Intro]
When are they gonna turn on the lights, daddy?
Right after dark, Amy, it’ll light up the whole lawn!
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Light up the whole world?
Isn’t she adorable?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole…?

[Verse 1]
Ouch, what would rhyme with gout?
Wild ass childish rappers that need the time out
Wash they mouth out with Bronner’s for showin’ off with sponsors
No doubt, scout’s honor
Cut off allowances and take away they toys
You think that’s harsh? It’s even worser for the boys
Whoop that ass in front of your friends
Then drag ’em by the earlobe like, "Don’t do it again!
Now get to them chores or else you can’t hit the blunt for a month
And you’re grounded, no outside, no out front
Grown folks is talkin’, don’t even mumble!"
I watch ’em run away from home and come back humble
It’s too much sugar, start to hyperact
Schemin’ on a snack, look like someone needs a nap
Real MCs fuck dat
Whiny peace pop rappers and snotty nosed clubrats get the slap
Off they monkey bars in this riddle ruckus
Little mufuckas
When are they gonna turn on the lights daddy?

[Verse 2]
As in on stage or lyrical mic
Contrary to bias towards age or physical height
They need to go fly a kite light to get high off lifelike
Instead of playin’ games inside, bike
Slow down buddy or things could get ugly
Runnin’ behind on ‘er like [?]
Out here doin’ the darndest things, hysterical
How they got through the kindergarten is a miracle
"Get back up in this house!" a grandmama shouts
Wanderin’ through the hood in tight pajamas with they ass out
Strollin’ by rollin’ eyes like hater
Face and fingers sticky and dirty from icky Now & Laters
Give ’em a mean look, that’s my word
The belt is right here, be seen and not heard
Pssh, respect your elders, tell your sisters and brothers
The whole world’s watching y’all’s little mufuckas

[Outro]
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Light up the whole world?
Isn’t she adorable?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole…?

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & DRAM]
Pour the soda in the Wockhardt
Paint the picture like pop art
Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart
Say I’m pretty like Leon
Her chest beatin’ like five hearts
Popcorn in the Klondike
Carhartt where my car parked
Just come and get me when it’s my part
Gave the Uber-man five stars
Left the restaurant, five stars
I was fuckin’ with a five star
She done fucked about five stars, sidebar
Pull off, all the kids fightin’ like, "That’s my car"
Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf) now out of stock (now out of stock)
They don’t know Flacko, grippin’ the wop (Flacko)
I do what I want (do what I want, want), I’m sippin’ the Wock (yeah)
I’m showin’ my teeth off
Two thousand in rocks

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
New Prada bag (new Prada bag)
Brown butterscotch (brown butterscotch)
They don’t know Flacko (they don’t know Flacko)
I’m grippin’ the wop (woo, I’m grippin’ the wop)
I do what I want (do, do, do what I want)
I’m sippin’ the Wock (Wock)
I modeled for Dior
Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks)
Bitches gon’ fuck
Womens gon’ flock
Throwin’ me box
Givin’ me top
You must’ve forgot
This nigga’s colossal
My bitch is a model
Gettin’ the guap, gettin’ the guap
Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want)
Sippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
I’ve been trippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
Got a script from the doc (script from the doc)
I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops)
I don’t talk to the 12 (talk to the 12)
I don’t snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops)
I forget shit a lot, word

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I used to sip Actavis
They manufactured it
Sippin’ these [?]
Got lean in my mattresses
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Intro]
Mmm
Yeah

[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch, did her
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I look up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullets, go pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some elites and some college niggas
So your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pockets, pistons smokin’ hockey stick
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spinning, spin it
If we winning, win it
I got Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tenant it and I had to rent it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starving artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now you pull up looking like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and baddest nipples?
Where the ass that jiggle, where to grab a tickle?
Where the throat deep enough to land a missile?
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillars
Yeah, triggers fingers finna act like bristles
‘Boutta catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwing pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Need to help her friends through, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back looking like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism going animalistic in a line of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no power familiar
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that
"sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia, behind the millions"
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but to blind to see ’em
With friends like those, it make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turnin’ homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot her
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and her Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
And Robert Houston with the contribusive for the Monster juices
Monster too slow, my [?], macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than Sushi, still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pocket is sumo
Gettin’ the moolah by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, shit, might have a Hugo
Fuck with me, I go loud and paloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah) Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a Lou Holt when I was a do hole
Prom with the college and one with the juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!)

[Verse 1: Maren Morris]
Take a seat
Right over there, sat on the stairs
Stay or leave
The cabinets are bare and I’m unaware
Of just how we got into this mess
Got so aggressive
I know we meant
All good intentions

[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]
So pull me closer
Why don’t you pull me close
Why don’t you come on over
I can’t just let you go

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Oh baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle

[Verse 2: Maren Morris]
Take a step
Back for a minute, into the kitchen
Floors are wet
And taps are still running, dishes are broken
How did we get into this mess
Got so aggressive
I know we meant
All good intentions

[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]
So pull me closer
Why don’t you pull me close
Why don’t you come on over
I can’t just let you go

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle

[Bridge: Maren Morris]
Looking at you I can’t lie
Just pouring out admission
Regardless my objection
And it’s not about my pride
I need you on my skin just
Come over, pull me in just

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Oh, baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle, no no
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Baby, I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle, middle
In the middle, middle

[Intro: Young $torm & (YG)]
We got
Jeremih, Offset, French Montana
Let go!
(Mustard on the beat ho!)

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m dabbin’ in Maison Margielas, don’t tell ’em they might get jealous
Her forehead on my pelvis, I don’t cuff ’em, I don’t settle
You a champion, you deserve a gold medal
Ain’t got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
You ain’t got time to be worried ’bout them
Kissin’ all over you, rubbin’ your hip
I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear
Smackin’ your booty while I’m hittin’ it from the rear
Smackin’ a secret, your pussy be drippin’ in liquid
I did a show I cannot leave it, fuck her and then I delete it
Victoria, she keepin’ a secret, don’t tell ’em that, no
My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can’t front, no
I’m finished, you know I need a

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell ‘em how you hit the ground with it
Girl you know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I’m putting miles
Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Shawty from the back, met her in the A
Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah
You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it
Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it
Drop it to the ground with it
Heard the whole town hit it
Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it
Young rich niggas, uptown
Keep her close, we snipe, duck down
And you already know
Pull up in the big ass yacht like no
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’
Money stack to the ceiling, hah
(Montana!)

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Outro: Jeremih]
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Why, why, why, why would you do that, oh
Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh…