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[Intro]
Me, me
Me, me, me

[Verse 1]
I’m ready for you
And girl, you better feel the same
Take a shower and change
Girl, I’ll be in the bed waiting (yeah, yeah)
Girl, kick off your shoes, be your masseuse
And feel my fingers all on your body and through your hair
Ain’t ’bout to start complaining love it when your raining
Pussy popping, we be fucking everywhere

[Pre-Chorus]
Make sure you call me when you get off
When you get to my crib, take that shit off
I know that we gon’ get fucked up, girl, this the last call
For love and alcohol, you better show your ass off, yay yay

[Chorus]
I’m tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I’ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off

[Verse 2]
I know that you tired, I don’t really care
‘Cause I know that pussy mine, baby, bring it here
I wanna put my tongue where your thong is
Baby, as long as you just give me both lips, who your daddy?
When I hit it, look back at me, snackin’ then I’m smackin’
Smashin’, blastin’ ’cause I know your booty ain’t plastic
Ooh, look at you, you the baddest, I’ma hit it like a nigga never had it
Really don’t like static but I need love, when we do the nasty, it’s magic

[Pre-Chorus]
Make sure you call me when you get off (get)
When you get to my crib, take that shit off (take it off)
I know that we gon’ get fucked up, girl, this the last call
For love and alcohol, you better show your ass off, yay yay (love and alcohol, yeah)

[Chorus]
I’m tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I’ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off

[Bridge]
Call me when you’re about to get off
You better show up
No more talking
I’m tired of stalking you
I might sound like I’m crazy and wild ’cause I just wanna lay with you
Fuckin’ it up and I cuddle with you
Had a long day, you’re ’bout to have a long night
You ain’t gon’ get no sleep, girl but you’ll be alright

[Chorus]
I’m tryna fuck you in the middle of the night
1 AM, 2 AM, second round, three, four, five
I wanna do all the freaky shit that you like, baby
I’ma fuck you right, make sure you call me when you get off

[Outro]
Call me when you get off
Make sure you call me when you get off
Call me when you get off
Make sure you call me when you get off

[Verse 1]
I can’t take my eyes off you
I think God made you for me, it’s too good to be true
Didn’t know my blessing and I learned a lesson, every man needs a queen, oh
Don’t care how far, even if it’s impossible, I’ma dream, reminiscing like

[Pre-Chorus]
I had you screaming like (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I promise I won’t tell anybody about your Victoria Secrets (I won’t, I won’t)
Babe, if you say, “I do,” baby, then I’ma show you what you mean to me (if you say, “I do”)
I’ma take good care of you, trust me if you love me (you)

[Chorus]
It’s like ring around the rosies, round and round (yeah)
Up and down like a rollercoaster
If you believe in us, you gotta trust me, baby (trust me)
Honestly, I can’t wait for you to love me, baby
Don’t ever doubt us, baby (trust me)
He don’t have the answers for your soul (trust me)
Uplift your spirits, baby, hold you up (trust me)
You gotta trust that I won’t fuck up our lives

[Verse 2]
I used to drive around the town and try to fuck up everybody Talking to my baby, baby (oh hell nah)
I used to fuck up all the time, I was a liar switchin’ stories up
Split personalities, know I drove you crazy
You need your space, I understand, you need your freedom, ha
Girl, you and I we ‘posed to mean some’
Oh, you and me together we supposed to be one
Like day ones reminiscing like

[Pre-Chorus]
I had you screaming like (remember screaming like?)
I promise I won’t tell anybody about your Victoria Secrets (Victoria Secrets, I won’t, I won’t)
Babe, if you say, “I do,” baby, then I’ma show you what you mean to me (if you say, “I do,” ha)
I’ma take good care of you, trust me if you love me (ha)

[Chorus]
It’s like ring around the rosies, round and round (ow, yeah)
Up and down like a rollercoaster
If you believe in us, you gotta trust me, baby (if you believe in us you gotta, ooh, trust me)
Honestly, I can’t wait for you to love me, baby (ooh)
Don’t ever doubt us, baby (trust me, yeah)
He don’t have the answers for your soul (trust me, yeah)
Uplift your spirits, baby, hold you up (hold you, baby, trust me)
You gotta trust that I won’t fuck up our lives

[Verse 3]
You ain’t like them other girls, huh?
You the type don’t like diamonds and pearls, huh?
Now we fuckin’, got you fightin’ with your girls now
Bitches hating, wishin’ I could fuck ’em first, huh?
Stay classy, party packin’, I got the world, huh?
But I need you to trust me ’cause you my girl now
Don’t wanna be that nigga that’s gon’ stress you out
Jokin’ when we recite our wedding vows, this is what it’s all about

[Chorus]
It’s like ring around the rosies, round and round (yeah)
Up and down like a rollercoaster
If you believe in us you gotta trust me, baby (trust me)
Honestly, I can’t wait for you to love me, baby
Don’t ever doubt us, baby (trust me)
He don’t have the answers for your soul (trust me)
Uplift your spirits, baby, hold you up (trust me)
You gotta trust that I won’t fuck up our lives

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Oh, whoa

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
She said can I vibe with you, baby for a night?
I cannot say no to you, baby, you know I can’t do that
Can’t help my eyes, they glued to you, ooh yeah, aw yeah
Baby, you’re so damn fine, I’ll prove it to you, yes, I’ll prove it to you

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ooh, I’ll show you (I’m gon’ show you)
You deserve more (you deserve more)
I see what you be going through (oh)
You ain’t gotta hurt anymore ’cause I love you, baby

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I got this, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
Stop it, I know that you nervous (I know)
But you the only one that’s worth it (yeah, baby)
I got this, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
I promise, I got this, don’t worry (don’t worry)
And I know God put you here on purpose

[Verse 2: Agnez Mo & Chris Brown]
If I get a mirror, would it clear up your view (a little better)?
And when the smoke clear up, I’m still stuck on you (it’s on purpose, I)
I haven’t felt like this in a while, don’t feel like coming down (don’t feel like coming down)
Your love’s all ’round, boy, I feel you (oh, ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Agnez Mo & Chris Brown]
You know I deserve more (I’m gon’ show you, you deserve more)
You see what I’ve been going through (oh)
I ain’t gotta hurt anymore (hurt anymore)
‘Cause you love me, baby, hey, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Both]
I got this, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
Stop, I know that you nervous (I know)
But you the only one that’s worth it (yeah, baby)
You said I got this, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
I promise, I got this, don’t worry (don’t worry)
And I know God put you here on purpose

[Bridge: Chris Brown & Agnez Mo]
On purp-, on purp-, on purp-, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
Yeah
I got this, don’t worry
I got this, don’t worry
I got this, don’t worry
Don’t worry
Ooh
God, God put you here on purpose

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Agnez Mo]
Ooh, I’ll show you (I’m gon’ show you) (I’ll show you)
You deserve more (you deserve more) (you deserve more)
I see what you be going through, oh
You ain’t gotta hurt anymore ’cause I love you, baby

[Outro: Chris Brown & Agnez Mo]
Whoa, whoa
‘Cause I love you, baby (you, baby, baby)
You’re my baby, yeah
Oh baby
You know you are, my baby
You got this, don’t worry
Yeah
You got this, don’t worry

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah, mob
GG for life suckers
30 30, 30 30, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Bitches they ain’t shit, yeah, bitches on my dick, yeah
Niggas broke as shit, yeah, I can’t hit a lick, yeah
Check my criminal history, nigga I ain’t never snitched, nope
Ridin’ with that stick, yeah, pussy don’t get hit, yeah
Look at me I’m rich bitch, you might think I’ll make it fire
My niggas really hit shit, nigga GG is the mob
Bitch nigga don’t test me, I might throw your ass a lob
You know they call me Jefe, I can give your ass a job
That nigga was my homie then he turned into an opp
We ran into his homies, shot they ass up with the Glocks
Styrofoam on me, bitch you know I’m sippin’ wop
That trap phone for the junkies and my homies who got locked
30 30 on me, baby I won’t never lie
30, that’s my brodie, know he always got my back
Niggas tryna be Glizzy, they ain’t even got no straps
In competition with me, you ain’t even got them racks

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin’ them choppers like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier

[Verse 2: Goo Glizzy]
I been chasing money, bitch I got a hundred stacks
Everybody gotta go, I can’t get my 30 back
Hundred grams takin’ one, watch how quick I bounce back
If you ever cross the mob, ain’t no fuckin’ coming back
I’m a gangster, I’m a soldier, I got sales on Minnesota
I’m really thugging, I can show you
Fuck feelings, my heart frozen
Every time we go and expose you
Don’t act stupid, you know the motive
I just pray and keep it on me
When I pray it’s even on me
You know I’m pistol packin’, shawty get it clappin’ like the ‘Nolia
Ain’t no lackin’, bitch I’m strapped up, every day I’m loaded
He took one of my kind so forever bitch I owe it
The streets or in the jail nigga, I remain a soldier

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin’ them choppers like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier

[Verse 3: DF Gizzle]
Bitch I’m in LA, sippin’ Wockhardt with Philly
Smoking big blunts of gelato, boy this high don’t go away
Man they took my dog away, yeah they took my heart away
Homicide on my line, I’ma learn the harder way
Bitch I’m sliding every day, this ain’t slide, no way
Dropping thirty for 30, got ’bout twenty more to spray
Mama say she stressin’ crazy ’bout me, all she do is pray
Ask the lord to forgive me, hope he wash these sins away
‘Cause I been swinging that chopper like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
I been about that action, I know them niggas done told you
See I ain’t here to hold you, this shit really never over
It’s Glizzy Gang bitch, we bring it to you like we owe you, pussy

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin’ them choppers like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Trauma Tone
Young Jefe holmes

[Verse 1]
I used to sleep in them trenches
Now I’m in a house on the water
My bitch she a pretty New Yorker
No none of you cannot afford her
‘Cause she need a nigga that spoil her
I want her to give me a daughter
Bitch I got some goons in New Orleans
And they shoot them choppers and forties
I used to in the alley, where all of my niggas caught bodies
And they lost they foot in the sorry street
I needed my niggas beside me
Young Jefe, I’m a boss
No none of these niggas can fire me
And she let me get all her trust
Now she doing too much entirely
Girl how could you ever get tired of me?
Girl look at my face, don’t you lie to me
I knew that they wasn’t gon’ ride for me
They lied when they told me they proud of me
Bitch I really came up from poverty
Know you just in love with my salary
Now I don’t smoke shit but that Cali weed
We mobbin’ deep, I’m a prodigy

[Chorus]
This shit that I got on, you can’t afford this
I just left from Paris, bonjour bitch
I promise you don’t want to go to war bitch
I just got a chopper, came with four clips
Gave that girl a home, she was an orphan
Please leave me alone, I’m on some more shit
I was dead broke, I’m tryna make the Forbes list
Every time we get a check then we buy more clips

[Verse 2]
GG, king of DC
Pull in my new whip on a fuck nigga like beep beep
Chopper hold a hundred, guaranteed to get a three piece
Tell me do you want it, make us put that shit on repeat
She can make me shoot my gun, yeah she the only one
Don’t want to be a player girl, feel like Big Pun
She shake her pom poms, tell a nigga uh-uh
She fuckin’ with a don, she don’t need a son son, yeah
I come from the Yo girl, we say kill ’em all
Sold a lot of dope, yeah I fucked a lot of hoes
I rock a lot of gold and I rock a lot of shows
I rap ’bout how I’m trappin’ but it feel like rock and roll

[Chorus]
This shit that I got on, you can’t afford this
I just left from Paris, bonjour bitch
I promise you don’t want to go to war bitch
I just got a chopper, came with four clips
Gave that girl a home, she was an orphan
Please leave me alone, I’m on some more shit
I was dead broke, I’m tryna make the Forbes list
Every time we get a check then we buy more clips