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[Marvin scatting]
Just because you’re so pretty, baby
Wondering if I can talk to you
I wonder if you love me
I wonder if you wonder too, girl
Hey, hey, hey
You are the woman on my mind
I believe, baby
Just let me walk you over
Take me to paradise
Oh, sugar
I might love you, baby
Like to love you all of your life
So wonderful, so sweet, so pretty
You got everything that I need
You’re so complete, baby
Oh, girl, let me kiss you on your neck
I love you, baby

[Marvin scatting]
I like the way you love me, baby
I like the way that you rub me down
I like the sound of your voice, baby
And when you fool around
Oh, can I come see you now
Love your pretty way
You know, you know I love you, baby
And I wanna be your man
Oh, tell me that you want me
I want to know right now
I think because you’re so, so pretty
That I don’t stand a chance
But they say that, oh, you got to have some lovin’
Just like everybody else
And I can love you good
I got to think, take care of you, baby
And I know how to do…. Ho!

[Intro: O.T. Genasis]
O.T
Yeah you know this so hard man
I ain’t even getting on this one
I did what I had to do, ooh!
All I want is money
All I want is money
Top down, show the cleavage
This right here the remix

[Hook: O.T. Genasis & Young Thug]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it (whoops), but it, but it, but it
But it, but it, but it, but it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to but it
Your price is way too high, you need to but it

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I need some racks like a shottas
I might just go and rob the bread truck
I got your bitch in the spotty
Make her suck dick ‘til I’m fed up
These bitches they know I don’t play with them
They know that my niggas will spray on them
We lie to these bitches like rugs
We tell ‘em anything to lay with them
She come and do it ‘cause I’m not a disgrace
She gon’ follow me way to the private jet place
I’ma keep me a rubber, I can’t leave no trace
I’ma take off that rubber and bust on her face
What you gon’ do?
I ran up my ring and I pull out the wraith
Talk ‘bout that ice
Got diamonds on me and they wet like a sink

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Gold Rolex and it’s presidential
Thing I wanted once since elementary
I’m just a breadwinner chasing that money
Don’t bother me back, women follow me
Out in Detroit, I need none’ but way better
I’m special, you better not lie to me
I’m ‘bout to rebound on a real
I’m in the street pound for a kill
I need a sweet house on the hills
I’m in the projects in the field
Harriet Tubman on the bill
Think I need two pills worth of them
Way I be talking like need to chill
Can I be honest, I cannot pretend
Pass by the clique house, having a garage sale
Big cars, big rods, all of ‘em raw as hell
Flip phone, call the cell, bounce back off a L
Broke wrist, ah yeah, bread winner cartel
Big money matter fact, grind tryna get it back
I don’t go to church, in the booty club, blew a sack
God knows it was hard, he was thinking he was giving back
In the trap house shooting craps, tryna win it back
Cut the plug off, price high, he don’t want a cut?
I don’t need nobody I can get it out the mud

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

[Intro: Young Thug + Lil Yachty]
Chance the motherfuckin’ Rapper
With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I’m saying, the times
Lil Boat
Chance
Thugger!
Lil Boat

[Hook: Chance the Rapper + Young Thug]
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste
(She curious, she curious)
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
All I can hear is the third, ayy
All I can hear is the third, ayy
We don’t know none of your words, ayy
We don’t know none of your words, ayy
I love my women real tall, ayy
Type that can really play ball, ayy
You buy my hat at the park, ayy
Think I might really play ball, ayy
I got a link in my bio
My bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo
They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo
How can they call themselves bosses
When they got so many bosses
You gotta see what your boss say
I get it straight out the faucet
I ain’t felt like this since the third Drought, third Carter drop
Told my momma third grade I’d be in the third Barbershop
And yeah, my momma got real worried when she heard college drop
But now I call the shots

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear I’m the only nigga still cares about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bad little mama, she gettin’ it Obama
She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna
She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma
Can’t see me, can’t be me, I’m ridin’ like a panda
That booty gon’ roll and it’s outta control
And these bitches gon’ fuck off respect and that loyalty
All my bitches lovin’ me and they spoil me
Rub me down with that lotion, babe oil me
Drinking Actavis, baby I’m showin’ me
In that choppa I see your perimeter
Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar
Wait one minute I told you
Yeah, I would like to know you
Yeah, you lucky like clovers
Yeah, the clothes no good
Mama I do it
The racks I pursue it
Just look at me baby
I came from the sewers
They love all the slime ball
Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog
I got me some rings like I’m Bruce Bowen
I’m ballin’ on you like I’m Chris Paul

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Am I the only one who really care about cover art?
Growing up I ain’t have my brother
‘Cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start
I ain’t know what that mean
I bumped heads with my dean
Dropped out and hit the scene
Now I’m stunting like bling
Time and time again, they told me no
They told me I wouldn’t go
‘Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes
Well, maybe that shit was my interest
Now I spend more than they make at my dentist
After 1Night the folks thought I was finished
I pinned my name to the game like a seamstress
Oh, bitch I bite like a gator
Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper
Did what I wanted, didn’t care about a hater
Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer
Oh, they fuck with me cause I’m different
New sound, new appearance
Bitch, it’s Boat from the 6
Give a fuck about a bitch
Walk out, my hand on my dick, I’m the shit

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

[Intro: Bootsy Collins]
Ah
Whatever goes around
Eventually comes back to you
So you gotta be careful, baby
And look both ways
Before you cross my mind

[Verse 1: Kali Uchis]
Did you ever wonder?
Yeah, do you ever wonder
What he might be going through?
On his own and
The demons that he’s facing alone
I hate that sometimes I can’t go home
And it ain’t just the same on the phone, no
But everybody’s gotta go on
Don’t they? (Yes, we do, baby)
So if you need a hero (if you need a hero)
Just look in the mirror (just look in the mirror)
No one’s gonna save you now
So you better save yourself
And everybody’s hurting
Everybody’s going through it
But you just can’t give up now
‘Cause you gotta save yourself

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
The sun’ll come out
Nothing good ever comes easy
I know times are rough
But winners don’t quit
So don’t you give up
The sun’ll come out
But we’ve struggling endless days
Someday we’ll find the love
‘Cause after the storm’s
When the flowers bloom

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Kali, what you mean?
I take it offensive
Because I’m the hottest flower boy
That popped up on the scene
Feeling better, better than ever
‘Cause your umbrella, -brella (bright)
Sun is beaming on me like headlights beaming on Bambi
Now let’s pretend the street is the room
And you are a Camry
‘Cause your drama candid
The Tito to my Randy
Now let’s produce some thrillers
My chocolate wit’ yo vanilla, uh

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
The sun’ll come out
Nothing good ever comes easy
I know times are rough
But winners don’t quit
So don’t you give up
The sun’ll come out
But we’ve struggling endless days
Someday we’ll find the love
‘Cause after the storm…

[Bridge: Kali Uchis]
I know it’s hard
But do you even really try?
Maybe you could understand
When all you had to do was ask
And just open your mind
When everything is passing by
And all you had to do was try
Yeah, all you had to was try

[Outro: Bootsy Collins & Kali Uchis]
Try, try, try, try, try
All you had to do was try
Try, try, try, try

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I ain’t foldin’ under pressure, I ain’t switchin’ for no ho
I ain’t talkin’ to no cop and I ain’t tellin’ on my bros
Ain’t no killer but don’t push me fingers itchin’ on that pole
Niggas plottin’ on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
Now I’m eatin’ steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain’t eatin’ sloppy joe
Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
Bust off like a Smith-N-Wesson, welcome to the rodeo

[Verse 1]
Shawty wanna fuck me ’cause a nigga wearin’ gold
I came up and made it happen, I was trappin’ by the store
Big dope inside this Backwood case this nigga want smoke
Do me dirtym I’ma find you, lay your ass out on the floor
19 with a bag, I got rich by myself
Rather do this shit alone I wasn’t askin’ for no help
They keep askin’ how I’m winnin’ with the cards that I was dealt
Boy I worked hard for this seat and I ain’t bucklin’ my belt
Call my brother on the phone, he said broski you a star
I said brother hold it down and soon we’ll all be livin’ large
And it’s crazy how last year was sellin’ coke out my garage
Now I’m in a good position for this life can’t sabotage

[Chorus]
I ain’t foldin’ under pressure, I ain’t switchin’ for no ho
I ain’t talkin’ to no cop and I ain’t tellin’ on my bros
Ain’t no killer but don’t push me fingers itchin’ on that pole
Niggas plottin’ on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
Now I’m eatin’ steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain’t eatin’ sloppy joe
Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
Bust off like a Smith-N-Wesson, welcome to the rodeo

[Verse 2]
I got tattoos on my face, I use that shit as motivation
I could never get a job, so for my dream, I’m dedicated
For a second lost myself, I was too busy gettin’ faded
Now they see me out in public and be knowin’ what my name is
All these rappers want the clout and the life of bein’ famous
I just wanna be stable, tell my family we made it
I was comin’ for my spot, a young nigga had to be patient
Now I’m runnin’ up these bands, can hit the island for vacation
I’ve been shittin’ on my haters, you could say I’m constipated
Five racks on this fit just to stunt when I’m in Vegas
Narcotic on my body, shout out to my nigga Caleb
Young niggas got the cake up, now these bitches wanna date us

[Chorus]
I ain’t foldin’ for no pressure, I ain’t switchin’ for no ho
I ain’t talkin’ to no cop and I ain’t tellin’ on my bros
Ain’t no killer but don’t push me fingers itchin’ on that pole
Niggas plottin’ on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
Now I’m eatin’ steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain’t eatin’ sloppy joe
Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
Bust off like a Smith-N-Wesson, welcome to the rodeo