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How you make it off the porch
In them lil’ ass shorts
Stomach all flat
I like to play sports
Whatchu’ drank in them jeans
Or the waist shapers
Or dr. miami
It dont know matter you can get it
See we can smoke a lil’ something
We can drink if you like
You the baddest of the baddest
I done seen all night
It’s …
Only right i make sure you good
Just relax a lil’ bit baby this my hood
Shots after shot then we got closer
Last i remember we was standing on the sofa
Telling me she to drunk to drive back to boca
Grinding on to me like she dancing to soca

Nice & Slow ( x3)
Beat it up

Out of all of these hoes
Nigga why you up in my face
Better grab you a bitch
Bend her over and make that hoe shake
Get it poppin’ that shit
Drop it down to the ground to the bass
Put your hands in the air and sling that d*** in her face
Get another drink
Smoke another blunt
Get up in your vibe
Cuz’ these hoes wanna fuck
This my number you can text me
You and your friends
Bussin on your bestie
Let me see you get it in

Nice & Slow (x3)
Beat It Up

Lil Dred:

You My Baby When Im Witchu’ Girl Thats BaeDay
Every Time We Take A Trip Thats A BaeCae
We Dont Never Pay Attention To The NaySay
Let Them Rumors Fade Away Like MJ
Keep Your Eyes On Me
Girl Dont Look Away
I Got That Magic Stick, I’ll Take The Pain Away
Lil’ Mama Booty Real Soft Call Her Anamay
Got The Youngin’ Out Here Thinkin Bout Pancakes
And That Booty Real Big Like My Fan Base
Got Damn All That Ass In My Damn Face
And I Told Her She Can shake In a Nice pace
Maybe later we can take it back to my place
Do you right baby you can stay the night aye
Like the plumber you know ima lay that pipe aye
In a nice way just slow it down for me
And lil’ mama say she wanna be my play boy bunny

[Hook]
I do me
They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free, yeah
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right

[Verse 1]
Look
Looking around, no I don’t see an obstacle
Popping an Addy ’cause Adderall Raji is damn near unstoppable
I’m not laughing with you, it’s at you, I think that you niggas are comical
They’re focused on me, where I’m from, ’cause they’re watching me do the impossible
I run the game, ain’t no audible
Nima look at me like I was a pot of gold
Wrap up a pack, it was fat as a bodybag
Went to touch down and it hit like a body blow
I never scored a touchdown playing on O-Line
But, I’ve been checking these goals off, I was good on the goal line
All in the trenches, ay
All the hate, what is that about
I’m tryna bring more money and love to my daddy house
I got a lot on my chest, I’ma get it all off like I’m maxing out
315, the most I hit
But I don’t give a fuck ’cause I fucked yo’ bitch
One time for the city, I got that lit
And boy, how they love when I talk my shit
I do me, over and over again
You see they true colors the more that you shining, I’m losing all of my friends
People with money be throwing it at me, what you want on the back end
All of this come when you chosen apparently, I guess it is what it is
Shit is absurd my nigga
I need more action less talk, miss me with the words my nigga
Black lives matter until your black life splatter right there on the curb my nigga
The man in the mirror might make you nervous, just know what purpose you serve my nigga
A man with a message, a man with a mission, just know I won’t be deterred my nigga

[Hook]
I do me
They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right

They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right

[Outro]
This point, I talk about all the time you know?
The fact that discipline equals freedom
And the more discipline you have as a human
The more freedom you’re gonna have
Which is completely counterintuitive, ya know?
People think, oh, you’re living this disciplined lifestyle, so that means you, you don’t have any freedom
And it’s actually the exact opposite
I have freedom because I have discipline

Yeah
Yeah
No no no no nooooo

Yeah
Aw awee
No no no no nooooo

I, I keep thinking ’bout you, you
Hard to live without you, yea
And all those other cliché things that people say.

I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far

All I do is think of you
And drink for two as if you’re still here with me
I need to just face the truth
It’s so hard to do, Baby

I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo

I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.
Who can solve it?

Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah

I just stay high
So I can sleep at night
So I don’t think about
All the times
All the times
You were by my side
You were ride or die
My partner in crime Always had an alibi

I, I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far

I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are

I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo

I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.
Who can solve it?

Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah

I just stay high
So I can sleep at night
So I don’t think about
All the times
All the times
You were by my side
You were ride or die.
My partner in crime Always had an alibi

Yeah
Yeah
No no no no no
Yeah
Yeah
No no no no no

I, I keep thinkin’ about you, you
Hard to live without you, yeah
And all those other cliché things that people say.

I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far

All I do
Is think of you
And drink for two
As if you’re still here with me

I need to
Just face the truth
It’s so hard to do
Baby

I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whoooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whoooo

I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.
Who can solve this?

No, I can’t take one more step towards you
‘Cause all that’s waiting is regret
Don’t you know I’m not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you’re asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I’ve learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Dear, It took so long just to feel all right
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
‘Cause you broke all your promises
And now you’re back
You don’t get to get me back

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

[Intro]
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Shut the fuck up!
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Niggas do time flipping the Ye
Niggas is dead, he got a grave
Nigga, I ain’t playin’, tryna get paid
Homie got hit ’cause he got in the way
Had to get out, shit is the same
Niggas insane all this shit change
They wanna a name, they had him sprayed
They gotta catch a body for fame
I’m in a whole other lane (lane)
Flipping these racks like cane (cane)
I got rich and gave back
And you niggas stayin’ the same
I drive the Wraith through the hood
That’s why my niggas in the grind (yes sir)
Show all my niggas how to get this money, just gotta put in the time
Real niggas know, how hard I go (I get this cash)
I put in work, I put niggas on (So much cash)
Them mafia days (Mafia!), my hustle so strong (Mafia!)
Real shit, I’m lit like a cigarette lighter, I was doing this shit when you was shitting in diapers

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I gotta feed the streets
My pistol gon’ bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
Just stay ahead in this bitch
Drankin’ sizzurp like its liquor
Street life, but I’m catching up to god quicker
AK-40 to your liver
Make the chopper bang on you like a blood or a crip, ah
So much bread, I’m a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist (Yeah hoe!)
[??] pop a tear, diamonds in my ear
New foreign ride every year, I’m in foregin gear
Plug show up with the pack, it’s gon’ disapear
Stick shift hustle, I stay in fifth gear

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Mafia

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
I gotta feed the streets
You gotta flee the streets
You gotta lead the streets
I don’t mislead the streets
I might just drop some heat
I might just tease the street
I do not need the streets
Cause nigga, I be the streets
It’s sad ‘cuz my little bad bitch [?] when she [?] the trap
I let her chase the dream
I might front-lace her weave
Give her a place to stay, with a new face to feed
I really love the streets
I might just flood the streets
‘Cuz I’m really from the streets
Y’all niggas who run the streets
Niggas just take a seat
How the fuck could you hate on me?
Say that you still in the streets, but you can not wait to leave

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Outro]
Mafia!
Mafia!
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia