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[Intro: T-Pain]
(Yeah, boop! Yeah, boop!)
If we gon’ be Florida niggas, let’s be Florida these days, know what I’m talkin’ about?
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We all roll together nigga

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
I can’t even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin’ me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my nigga Kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
Niggas must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
Niggas ain’t rats where I’m from (why?) so they don’t fuck with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida nigga coming up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida nigga saying that they the only Florida nigga
That shit don’t sound right to me (nah), my niggas gon’ blast for me (yeah)

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
If you talk that blasphemy (yeah) blastin’ a fuck nigga head off (woah)
That shit is a blast for me (yeah), so why you ain’t show me?
All the pussy niggas talking shit that don’t know me
Before me and Kodak roll through slowly
[?] at 4 in the morning (ooh)
I’m about to switch my hoe up (why?)
‘Cause everyone [?] starting to throw up
Gotta hit a lick, can’t mess up (why?)
I know she ’boutta run my check up (ohh)
[?] (ohh)
I’m her baby daddy (ohh)
She in love with a Florida nigga, she don’t wanna leave Tallahassee

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)

[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

[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