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[Verse 1]
Call out of work
Can’t be bothered
It’s all the same
Call it absurd
Putting you first
Drive me insane

[Bridge]
So what if I’m f*cked up, fallen in love?
So what if I’m such a sucker for pleasure?
So what if one night is never enough?
Drive me insane

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t stop
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Don’t stop

[Chorus]
Heaven, is it as wonderful?
Heaven, is it as beautiful as you?
Is it as wonderful?
Heaven, is it as beautiful as you?

[Verse 2]
We got big plans
In bed again
‘Cause you’re no saint
Slipping my hand under your dress
I’m glad you came

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t stop
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Don’t stop

[Chorus]
Heaven, is it as wonderful?
Heaven, is it as beautiful as you?
Is it as wonderful?
Heaven, is it as beautiful as you?

[Bridge]
So what if I’m f*cked up, fallen in love?
So what if I’m such a sucker for pleasure?
So what if one night is never enough?
Drive me insane

[Chorus]
Heaven, is it as wonderful?
Heaven, is it as beautiful as you?
Is it as wonderful?
Heaven, is it as beautiful as you?

[Verse 1]
I can name a couple ways, baby, this sh*t might go
You just might forget that this was what you’re getting high for
And it might do the things to him, I mean the guy who
He’s the one who’s sweet enough, who’ll shoot to make that high note

[Pre-Chorus]
And it’s such a typical thing
Running over a millioner
Running through a difficult place
You don’t need no blood on your hands, no

[Chorus]
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real cherry, know that it ain’t real cherry
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real, know that it ain’t real
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real cherry, know that it ain’t real cherry
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real, know that it ain’t real

[Verse 2]
I can be your sugar when you’re fiending for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it ’till your teeth rot
I can be your cherry, apple, pecan, or your key lime
Baby I got everything and so much more than she’s got

[Pre-Chorus]
And it’s such a typical thing
Running over a million [?]
Running through a difficult place
You don’t need no blood on your hands, no

[Chorus]
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real cherry, know that it ain’t real cherry
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real, know that it ain’t real
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real cherry, know that it ain’t real cherry
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real, know that it ain’t real

[Bridge]
Sugar coated, lies unfolded
You still lick the wrapper
It’s addictive, you know this
But you still lick the wrapper
Sugar coated, lies unfolded
You still lick the wrapper
It’s addictive, you know this
But you still lick the wrapper

[Chorus]
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real cherry, know that it ain’t real cherry
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real, know that it ain’t real
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real cherry, know that it ain’t real cherry
She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet
But you know that it ain’t real, know that it ain’t real

[Intro: Eric Bellinger]
Aw yeah, oh
Player sh*t only, yeah, yeah, yeah
This gon’ be your favorite song
(Hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
I’ma have to call you
You might have to fall through, yeah
I might just need all of you
Can you give me all you? Yeah
Baby, I’m the one for you, yeah
All I got is love for you
I might put my tongue on you
I wanna eat some of you, yeah

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Said I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, yeah
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga, yeah
I’m a famous like Dex nigga, yeah
She said I remind her of her ex-nigga, yeah
Said, boy you only want the sex, nigga, yeah
But I’ma call, not text nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga, ex-nigga, ex-nigga, yeah
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga
Ex-nigga, I ain’t you ex-nigga, yeah
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain’t your ex, oh, ain’t your ex (It’s Eazy)

[Verse 2: Mila J]
Mila to the rescue (Mila, Mila)
I’m about my checks too (Hold up, Mila)
I’m a goddess so I can bless you (Bless you)
If you’re lucky, I might sex you
First, I gotta know, boy, what that head do? (Oh yeah)
I’ma send a pic to test you (Oh yeah)
I know, I impress you (Oh yeah)
So shoot that PJ, need my leg room
Baby, I ain’t nothing like your ex-bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Let’s get this sh*t established (Ain’t your ex)
Hella fatter that a bad bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Plus, my booty real, come grab it

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga
Yeah (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga, yeah (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga (ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga

[Verse 3: Tink]
I got this message for my next love
Hope you ain’t as messy as my ex was
Words don’t mean a thing, words don’t mean a thing
You gon’ break my heart, then tell me I changed
Like my ex-nigga
I always swear, I’m freaking on the next nigga
Don’t be like my ex, nigga
I’m gon’ leave you lonely for a day
What you tryna say?
‘Cause words don’t mean a thing
Fuck a car, baby, pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up)
Right now, right now, yeah
I just wanna roll with you
[??] before the [??]
You know what he put me through

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
(I’ma young) Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga(ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex
Ain’t your ex, ain’t your ex (I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga)
I ain’t your ex nigga
Ain’t your ex

[Outro: Eric Bellinger]
Ooh, yeah, Mila, Mila, Mila
Shoutout Tink
She did her thing
And you know me (It’s Eazy)
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
And I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
So take my number, that’s a Eazy Call
Haven’t seen you in a while

[Intro: Trouble]
Ear Drummers
Man, this crazy as f*ck
You said you was talkin’ about what?
I got nothin’, man
I got nothin’ on no nothin’
Nah, straight like that, though
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke, bitch

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
Just want me to come through, come through
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 2: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Damn the bih bout dumb as a box of rocks
Dawg I just get them sock
Find out lil’ bitty be the opps
You can’t be G and be the cops (yeah)
I can’t play myself out like that
Fuck these hoes, keep gettin’ that dope
[?] countin’ mine won’t be tryin’ get no n*gger, somethin’ I know
I was down bad on my luck, my dawg like three sum summers ago
Ain’t sh*t been sweet, but neither’s me so my bitch need 300 or more
I keep guns and ganja close, I keep funds, but I don’t boast
I know what it’s like to not have sh*t it ain’t a bitch I owe
You don’t need ’em now
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ try me without sayin’ I went in his sh*t (f*ck nigga)
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ disrespect the gang or try my bitch (f*ck nigga)
[?] no game
Watch me straight up out that 6 [?] wit you gettin’ dismissed
I give a fed a Jadakiss I rep that north for facin’ sh*t, Skoob

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 3: Trouble]
I was slidin’, vibin’, ridin’ 285 just in my thoughts
Do I need go hit this lick? Ain’t got no time to gettin’ caught
I can’t leave my folks down bad like that, guess I’m just gon’ slow roll it
Partner say he got OG in the 3, that’s where I’m rollin’
Focus nigga, need to focus mo, that’s Motrin, ain’t no purp
You ain’t gon’ f*ck me up like that, step on my sh*t, bitch, you’ll get murked
Few were out there in the bluff, Eastside just might see me in dirt
A two-piece snack in one piece skirts
Can’t turn me down, this ain’t that vert
Got all 12’s on recurr
Got off them bails, you hella hurt
Got a fair time, I failed to do
Got a fair time, I failed the dirt
You lil’ bitches failed to mention when you gossip in your kitchen
How I held sh*t down since prison, how I held sh*t down in trenches huh

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Outro: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come, yeah
Come through
You must want a nigga to come
Come through
Oh, oh, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come? Yeah
Come through
Yeah, you must want a nigga to come

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand this
You’re changing, I can’t stand it
My heart can’t take this damage
And the way I feel, can’t stand it
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand this
You’re changing, I can’t stand it
My heart can’t take this damage
And the way I feel, can’t stand it
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand it

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
Girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me
Girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me
Girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me, uh, mmm
Girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me
Girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me
Girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & PnB Rock]
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand this
You’re changing, I can’t stand it
My heart can’t take this damage
And the way I feel, can’t stand it
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand this
You’re changing, I can’t stand it
My heart can’t take this damage
And the way I feel, can’t stand it
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand this
You’re changing, I can’t stand it
My heart can’t take this damage
And the way I feel, can’t stand it
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand it