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[Intro]
He’s heating up
Oh damn

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your bop, woaday
She gon’ bust it open for a nigga in designer
That’s gon’ be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the nigga that’s gon’ probably wine and dine her
I’ma take her home only usin’ one-liners

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Pull up in an navigator truck, Excursion
Bad bitch on the side of me, half Persian
I don’t got a car, but I got car service
So many chains, make a, uh, feel nervous
Wait, I meant to say my chick from Nicaragua
Put her on the team ’cause we both makin’ dollars
Hit her with the stroke, get her wet like aqua
If she was a bop, I would hit, then I’ll drop her
Hang with the bros ’cause you know blood thicker
I miss my vros, so we pour more liquor
And you don’t want smoke, you don’t want no Swisher
‘Cause you don’t want war with a South Florida nigga
Miami-Dade on my motherfuckin’ back
I’m Polo’d down to the socks to the nutsack
It’s R.I.P. X and R.I.P. Tree
I’ma do it for my dawg, this for all of my G’s

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday
She gon’ bust it open for a nigga in designer
That’s gon’ be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the nigga that’s gon’ probably wine and dine her
I’ma take her home only usin’ one-liners

[Verse 2: Kiddo Marv]
Bossed up, came a long way from bein’ a manager
Glocks up with the sticks and the clips lookin’ like banana-na
Never pay for pussy, these bitches ain’t gettin’ nuh-uh
My name alone gon’ make me press on your ho like a button
In my city ridin’ vert to Uzi, Lil Uzi Vert
Every week another funeral, only time we go to church
Runnin’ all these rappers down a check, they wanna splurge it
Step up in the scene, so fresh, so clean, like a detergent
Quick to cut a pussy nigga up just like a surgeon
I’ma need a Perky ’cause a young nigga be hurtin’
Slidin’ like a Taliban with a turban
Pull up all black in a suburban
‘Cause he ain’t die, so we gotta slide back my grill
Pay my young nigga to get you whacked for five figures
They gon’ rip him, flip him, cut his ass up
Put him in a box, and ship him, yup

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday
She gon’ bust it open for a nigga in designer
That’s gon’ be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the nigga that’s gon’ probably wine and dine her
I’ma take her home only usin’ one-liners

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[Intro]
Nothin’ but tutti-fruity
Get on the floor if you got that booty, booty
Nothin’ but tutti-fruity
Get on the floor if you got that booty, booty
FnZ
Oh damn

[Chorus]
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front

[Verse 1]
She throw it back, hands on her knees
I got the racks, so bust the cheeks
She love to dance, but not for free
So name the price, I’ll pay the fee
You know that ass want it, I put this cash on it
The way you bounce that ass, you make them bitches mad, don’t you?
You want somebody to come and take care your niece, huh?
‘Cause you a bad bitch and you don’t fuck with fleas, huh?
Hello?

[Pre-Chorus]
Here’s a little something ’bout a bitch like me
Rule number one, don’t touch my weave
If I ain’t pass, don’t puff my weed
Niggas with money is all I need

[Chorus]
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front

[Verse 2]
You want somebody that will take you overseas, yeah
You want them ass shots, and want some double D’s, yeah
You want all diamonds, tryna make your neck freeze, yeah
You want Chanel bags and want some double G’s, yeah
You got that shit all in your bag
Got your ex on the side looking mad
You want somebody to come and take care your niece, huh?
‘Cause you a bad bitch and you don’t fuck with fleas, huh?
Hello?

[Pre-Chorus]
Here’s a little something ’bout a bitch like me
Rule number one, don’t touch my weave
If I ain’t pass, don’t puff my weed
Niggas with money is all I need

[Chorus]
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front

[Outro: Sam Sneak]
Now shake that ass, bitch
And let me see what you got, now let me see what you got
Now shake that ass, bitch
And let me see what you got, and let me see what you got
Now drop it down, drop it down, bust it open for me
Now drop it down, drop it down, bust it open for me
Now drop it down, drop it down, bust it open for me
Now drop it down, drop it down, bust it open for me

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[Intro]
You know, being from Dade County
We do the fly shit naturally, man
We do the stuntin’ shit naturally, why?
Huh, ’cause we blendin’ in with the environment man, haha
Ayy
FnZ
Oh damn
South Florida might the most beautifulest place in the land, homie
Look at all these bad bitches
How can you not ride with one in the drop?
How can you not catch a stunt in the most perfectest weather the Earth’s got?

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
A real-ass nigga from the 305
I was raised off of Trina, Trick, Rick, and Plies
When it comes to that green shit, I am anti
‘Cause I’d rather see a man live than a man die
Run down or you run track, oh, that boy cat
Get the gat, make it go brrat, leave that boy flat
All black, make the back block look like Baghdad
Play the track, it’s a special way I fold my flag, uh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Hear the bass down the block ’cause the trunk keep knockin’
Got them bushidō blades ’cause the rims keep choppin’
UM for the swag to get Miami poppin’
You could smoke a lil’ weed long as you ain’t flockin’
Put Dade on the map, gotta stay with a strap
Stay away from a roach ’cause they raidin’ the trap
I’m the Raiden of rap when they tell that boy, “Finish him”
It’s nothin’ but fatalities, them crackers gon’ sentence ’em, huh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Outro]
It depends on if the bitches feel like playin’ today
But you know they always with it, Curry, hah
Ayy, I’m out this bitch, man, Yayo

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[Verse 1: AKA]
This shit is guaranteed to bang
Call me first prince when I land
No [?] in my name
Just a pocket full dreams and a plan
[?] flip a middle finger to the man
Niggas got the rules all bent
Double that on the payment (why?)
‘Cause street cred never paid rent
They never felt base in a light grey benz
20 inch rims and thirty percent tip
Walk around town like a bunch of made men
You never made Rands so you never made sense
Nah, everybody stay fresh
Champagne [?] but we’re in the same trench
In this life that’s so beautiful
Only time I get to see my fam is a funeral
Damn, you don’t believe me yet
Got a couple of baby cousins who ain’t see me yet
(That’s true)

[Chorus]
I hope you got somebody you can lean on
Toast up everybody who’ve been gone
Post up, I never really leave home
Don’t stop giving me what I need, love

I hope you got somebody you can lean on
Toast up everybody who’ve been gone
Post up, I never really leave home
Don’t stop giving me what I need, love

[Verse 2: Khuli Chana]
I grew up since pops screwed up
Mom introduced me to God
[?] shoot up
As the pain grows like a tumor
I stay afloat, keep flowing
Kea ichuma, ke itshutla dikeledi
Though my eyes cry no more
So that happens when you left out in the cold for so long
(So wrong)
Still wonder why he left me
Wish I didn’t give a shit
Wishing ne go le bonolo
I still pour a lil’ liqour le ha phela
Oulady ke lefetwa, I’m still morning magogo
So [?] I can’t speak, kea tlalelwa kea tshologa
Kea tlalelwa kea tshologa [?]
I’m living in my sorrow
You follow go [?]
Blood clot mo pelong yaka
Reflecting on bophelo ba ka
I thank my uncle a million buck
Who taught me to pop [?] up and no sucker punch

[Chorus]
I hope you got somebody you can lean on
Toast up everybody who’ve been gone
Post up, I never really leave home
Don’t stop giving me what I need, love

I hope you got somebody you can lean on
Toast up everybody who’ve been gone
Post up, I never really leave home
Don’t stop giving me what I need, love

[Verse 3: AKA]
They wanna know who I do it for
Bitches who’ve never been booty called
But know the difference when duty calls
Every fallen legend who we knew before
We applaud, once upon a time my position was yours
Stay humble, wait, make the dinner plate crumble
Stay fair but the stomach got the same crumble
They never played fair, better late
They never made mommy say prayers (concrete jungle)
So we pray for better days till I take care
To you the keys of my heart belong
Play it like symphonies [?]
Apologies to my niece who I can’t see more
Like the world is a disco ball
And God is a dj dropping all the hits I’m on
Wherever I’m at, I know you miss me
Stay close to the screen so you can kiss me

[Chorus]
I hope you got somebody you can lean on
Toast up everybody who’ve been gone
Post up, I never really leave home
Don’t stop giving me what I need, love

I hope you got somebody you can lean on
Toast up everybody who’ve been gone
Post up, I never really leave home
Don’t stop giving me what I need, love

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[Chorus]
I’m a little drunk, I know it
I’ma get high as hell
I’m a little bit unholy
So what? So is everyone else
I’m a little drunk, I know it
I’ma get high as hell
I’m a little bit unholy
So what? So is everyone else

[Verse]
Wake up in the middle of a breakdown, yeah, uh
Have sex on the table with the takeout (Uh)
I’m sick of the faking, the using, the taking
The people calling me obscene
You hate me, you love me, you just wanna touch me
I’m only trying to get some peace
So let me do me

[Chorus]
I’m a little drunk, I know it
I’ma get high as hell
I’m a little bit unholy
So what? So is everyone else (Hey)
I’m a little drunk, I know it
I’ma get high as hell
I’m a little bit unholy
So what? So is everyone else

[Post-Chorus]
So what? So is everyone else
So what? So is everyone else

[Chorus]
I’m a little drunk, I know it
I’ma get high as hell
I’m a little bit unholy
So what? So is everyone else

[Post-Chorus]
So what? So is everyone else
So what? So is everyone else
Yeah