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[Intro: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Lil’ Juice]
I fuck with this shit, man
Ha
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
Word!

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I-I-I hear shots comin’ on the low from hoes I’m higher than
This attention is so flatterin’ ’cause they’re admirin’
Don’t know what’s on their mind, but it should be retirement
Get the AARP or this AR get to firin’ (blat)
They don’t want smoke with me (no)
The diamonds is chokin’ me, their pussy need potpourri
These bitches is 0-3
And there ain’t a lower league, all in my ovaries
The fur on my shoulder mink
Tell me what Hov would think
I get the money, I am the king of New York
And I rock a sew-in weave (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I run it, I run it, I relay the win
They talkin’, they talkin’, I’m takin’ it in
I did not come here to make any friends
Who buried the bridge and aren’t makin’ amends
They don’t want none, I’ll say it again (yee!)
They don’t want none, I pray for their sins (hah)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Cardi B]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word, b-b-b-blat)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Is you fuckin’? (Yeah) Baby girl I need to know (who?)
Who finna run get the rubbers from the store? (Who there?)
Bitch so damn wet, drippin’ on my marble floor (drip, drip, drip)
Never not strapped, in my city, on my foe
Pull up in a two-seater (yeah,) in a wife-beater
With my bro, he be bangin’ like a car speaker
All black, late night like the Grim Reaper
Wrist in the air, turned the club to a new freezer

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
Glock 40 in my coat
My bitch keep fire in the Chanel tote (fire, fire)
Suffocate him, hang him by the rope
Hot potato, bullet, let it go (brrt, brrt, brrt)
The .44 put him in a yolk (.44)
Pull up in the store, no, like he seen a ghost
And I got the kilo comin’ on the boat (kilo)
We gon’ move it fast, vamanos, vamanos (vamanos)
Niggas talkin’ foul on the d-low (foul)
[?] I’m standin’ at the line, shoot a free throw
Medical, I sip a couple lines of fineto
Impeccable, the Richard Mille line, man, it’s see-through (impeccable)
Who want the smoke? Wet him up, humble up
Seen the Ghost, [?] got a scope and I hope
That they pull up to the spot with the ho
Get smoked with the pole in the middle of the store (smoke)
The SIG pulled out, nigga had a stroke
[?] at them niggas, shawty, I don’t know
Choppa made that bitch (bah), ain’t nowhere to go
Throw him off the boat (die), in the river, float (float)
30 round clip in this clip clear (clear)
I’m in the Wraith so I’m lookin’ at the rear mirror (mirror)
Free jit, we ain’t goin’ for that shit, period (free jit)
Red dots on their pussy, niggas on their period (hey, hey)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
To New York, the big apple
Now let’s escape, darling

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
I still got the ship escape
Still the Godfather
Still el Padrino, you know
After dog, and kiss a little loose
A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
A straight walk a straight line, no juice
Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
Move and escape to New York
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Wooo
Guess who’s back? Yours truly
Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
A world takeover, times three
Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
You clearly don’t know me
Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
She said I remember you at [?]
I said baby that’s the old me
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Hook: Theron Theron]
Go like kambo, take me down low down low
Party tempo, to the congo
We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

Yeah, yeah

(Chorus)
Dui, leave em doa
Fuck the nbi
Hundred racks leave em doa
Wait, tmi
Fuck twelve
And the cia and gbi
Post bail
Fresh up out the state
For the doi

Confiscate a nigga shit
Try to make a nigga tell
Fuck up out a nigga face
Already made bail
Dui, leave em doa
Fuck the nbi
Hundred racks leave em doa
Wait, tmi

Fuck twelve
Right now, right now
We gon shoot shoot

Sugar ray, go hard every round

911
Turn your twin towers to burning rubber

I feel like go ku
Im about to go ku
Been poppin since ’02

Hundred racks leave em doa
Wait, tmi
Fuck twelve
And the cia and gbi
Post bail
Fresh up out the state
For the doi

Confiscate a nigga shit
Try to make a nigga tell
Fuck up out a nigga face
Already made bail
Dui, leave em doa
Fuck the nbi
Hundred racks leave em doa
Wait, tmi

(Big Havi verse)

Hundred racks leave em doa
Wait, tmi
Fuck twelve
And the cia and gbi
Post bail
Fresh up out the state
For the doi

Confiscate a nigga shit
Try to make a nigga tell
Fuck up out a nigga face
Already made bail
Dui, leave em doa
Fuck the nbi
Hundred racks leave em doa
Wait, tmi

I’ve traveled so far
Couldn’t tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I’ve lived
Many battles I’ve faught
I’ve faught, and lost

Mass shooter
Black rougers
What’s up to you half truthers

Das humor
I’m past the rumors
I’m past the human
The body is trash
A bad computer
A ghost, a ghost
With massive tumors
Can’t threaten a nigga like me
Well I’ll be glad to do it
Sprinkle my ashes on my mac computer
And rappin’ to it
While I blast Future
Say that’s the future
Thats the future

If you lookin for trouble
You ain’t gotta look far
Without the presence of dark

The year is 5625
Niggas is clappin
And stomping in church
Waiting for jesus to come back alive
Niggas is still conscious
Waiting for ET to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes
Mentally ill and out of their mind
Niggas is still waiting for flac
Waiting for supplies
Niggas is still like damn I was just talkin to so so
The other day, how did they die, why
Niggas is still conscious
Waiting for politicians to admit they lied

They send so many haters my way
I could start an agency
It’s all about branding, all about branding
It’s like a fraternity
They wanna brand me

Niggas want grammys
Niggas want families

I don’t want a damn thing

I’ve traveled so far
Couldn’t tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I’ve lived
Many battles I’ve faught
I’ve faught, and lost
If you lookin for trouble
You ain’t gotta look far

[Verse 1]
Girl I know you had a long day
You ain’t feelin’ them downtown lights
But I got a bottle at your favorite place
Just waitin’ for us in a bucket on ice

Damn, I didn’t think it’d be that easy
‘Cause now you’re gettin’ ready
I’m just sittin’ there watchin’ TV
Here you come lookin’ like a grown man’s dream
Damn, I can’t believe, I can’t believe

[Chorus]
I talked you into slippin’ down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you’re in the shower
Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind
Switching back and forth for an hour
And now you’re lookin’ like a line from a Vandross song
I’m looking at the fine little dress you got on
Don’t get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, as cool at it would be
Watchin’ people wonder who you are
Oh, we should just say we did, we can start with a kiss
And pretend we just got back from the bar

[Chorus]
I talked you into slippin’ down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you’re in the shower
Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind
Switching back and forth for an hour
And now you’re lookin’ like a line from a Vandross song
I’m looking at the fine little dress you got on
Don’t get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it

[Bridge]
Yeah, it’s a little cold outside
The music’s probably way too loud
To hear you laugh
And there’s a look in your eyes
Looks like we ain’t leavin’ now
Girl, I’m so glad, I’m so glad

[Chorus]
I talked you into slippin’ down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you’re in the shower
Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind
Switching back and forth for an hour
And now you’re lookin’ like a line from a Vandross song
I’m looking at the fine little dress you got on
Don’t get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it