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[Intro: Miguel & J. Cole]
Trust
Pick up the phone, show me it was real
Pick up the phone, show me it was real
Pick up the phone, show me it was real
Pick up the phone

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Yeah, I don’t wanna put no pressure on ya
I just wanna put a blessing on ya
Since our last undressin’ session, I’m not really sure if you’ve been checkin’
I’m progressin’, I just heard my songs is poppin’ out in Macedonia
And even Serbia, I don’t mean to burden ya
If you got a man since then, I understand
Last thing I wanna do is get you jammed
‘Specially if he’s a fan, he’ll prolly never wanna hear my shit again
And I need every single sound scan
But if you single and you down, then…
I’m in your town fiendin’ for another round
I was countin down the days
Been more patient than a Browns fan
Where that chip at?
Prolly on your shoulder, ’cause I forgot to hit back
Left you on read, apologies I said
But often never meant, well fuck that, I repent
For message never sent, now…

[Verse 2: Miguel]
Hello, stranger
It’s been a minute since we last kicked it
By the way, just got in town
That I won’t let cumulus clouds all in the sky ruin my vibe
Usually, I don’t do this often
But since we’re coolin’, is it an option?
Due to unusual rain and thunder
Baby, I wonder, baby, I wonder, would you just

[Pre-Chorus: Miguel]
Put your sweats on, put your sweats on for me, yeah
‘Cause I got the plug, I made the call for green
I’m talkin’ late-night for you
Let me lay a great time on you
Don’t hesitate, no, don’t you, no, no

[Chorus: Miguel]
Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill

[Post-Chorus: Miguel]
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night

[Verse 3: Miguel]
Hello, stranger, vape’s been waiting
Just as I recall, that ass is still amazing
I’m playin’, baby; I’m sayin’, baby
Lovin’ shit, you know I’m crazy
So go ahead and pour the drink up
I’m so glad we got to link up, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Miguel]
Get to takin’ that off, takin’ that off for me, yeah
Cause I got the plug, I made the call for green
I’m talkin’ late-night for you
Let me lay a great time on you
Don’t make me wait, no, don’t you, no, no

[Chorus: Miguel & J. Cole]
Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Just say you will, will, will
Shit, that’s a good sound…
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Ayy, Gucc, can I tell her some real shit? Yeah

[Verse 4: J. Cole]
In case my lack of reply had you catchin’ them feelings
Know you’ve been on my mind like Kaepernick kneelin’
Or police killings, or Trump sayin’ slick shit
Manipulatin’ poor white folks because they’re ignant
Blind to the struggles of the ones that got the pigment
Lately I’ve been stressin’ ’cause it seems so malignant
I need to feel your essence in my presence if you’re with it
I guarantee you won’t regret you did it if you come through

[Chorus: Miguel]
Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Just say you will, will, will
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Come through and chill, chill, chill
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night
Just say you will, will, will
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Come through and chill, chill, chill

[Post-Chorus: Miguel]
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night

[Outro: J. Cole]
Pick up the phone, show me it was real
Pick up the phone, show me it was real
Pick up the phone, show me it was real
Pick up the phone, yeah

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get up set off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they catfishin’
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like they back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Hey yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I scuffed ’em runnin’ from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Outro: Quavo]
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

[Intro: All]
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Fa la la la la, la la la la

[Verse 1: Scott, (All), (Mitch)]
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
‘Tis the season to be jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol
Fa la la la la, la la la la

[Chorus: All]
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la

[Verse 2: Scott, Kirstin, Mitch, (All)]
See the blazing yule before us
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Strike the harp and join the chorus
(Fa la la la la, la la la, Fa la la la la, la la la)
Follow me in merry measure
Fa la la la la, la la la la, Fa la la la la, la la la la
While I tell of Yuletide treasure
(Fa la la la la, la la la la)

[Chorus: All]
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la

[Verse 3: Scott, (All)]
Fast away, the old year passes
Fa la la la la, la la la la (Fa la la la la, la la la la)
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses
(Fa la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, Fa la la, la la la, la la la la)
Sing we joyous all together, oh
Heedless of the wind and weather
Fa la la la la, la la la la

[Chorus: All]
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la la, la la la la la la
Fa la la la la, fa la la la

[Verse 1: Scott, All]
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
‘Tis the season to be jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol
Fa la la la la, la la la la

I’ve gone so far
My hands, are hot but I wanna touch
‘Cause I know you’re lonely
I’ve seen despair
But I still care, my heart is together
My head is exploding
Everyone out there
Says you think I’m a bit too hard
Everyone out there
Says you’ve been testing with man and God
Trying to make the scene
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Tired of myself
Thank God some help, I’m coming and going
I can’t get enough then
Get high, get saved
Look out, be brave, it waves us through, rolling
Your hard time I’m feeling
Everyone out there
Says you think I’m a bit too hard
Everyone out there
Says you’ve been testing with man and God
Trying to make the scene
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Everyone out there
Says you think I’m a bit too hard
Everyone out there
Says you’ve been testing with man and God
Trying to make the scene
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?
Why don’t you come back to me?

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide
With the beautiful, sexy, sophisticated Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
I already seen mama need a TLC
And I ain’t too proud to beg just like TLC
I got a good head on my shoulders, if you know what I mean
That’s when I called her over and told her "Mami, ven aquí"
¿De dónde eres, cuál es tu nombre?
¿Tienes novia, o buscas hombre?
Por favor, disculpa todas las preguntas
Que lo único que quiero es un besito en la punta, pretty, please

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren, (Pitbull) & Ally]
Please, vas a tener que esperar (dame un besito, mami)
Please, si lo quieres tonight

[Chorus: Lauren & (Ally)]
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, díme más (más, más, más)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Ella me dijo "Número uno, mi nombre es Johanna"
¿Y de qué punta tú hablas? Punta Cana
No mama, de la punta de mi nariz
Yo me pillo un french kiss, en la punta de París
Estoy loco, y un poco suelto
Coco quemao’, y un poco fresco
Pero dame un besito en la punta
Por favor, mami, me lo merezco, pretty, please

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren, (Pitbull) & Ally]
Please, vas a tener que esperar (dame un besito, mami)
Please, si lo quieres tonight

[Chorus: Lauren & (Ally)]
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, díme más (más, más, más)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor (por favor)

[Bridge: Pitbull & (Lauren)]
Mami, dame eso, sexy (¿qué tú quieres?)
Mami, dame besos, rico (hahaha)
Mami, dame eso, sexy (mmm)
Mami, dame besos, rico (¿qué tú quieres?)
Mami, dame eso, sexy (¿eso?)
Mami, dame besos, rico
Mami, dame eso, sexy
Mami, dame besos, rico

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren (Lauren), Ally]
Please, vas a tener que esperar (boy, if you tell me now)
Please, solo quieres sanar (if you want this now)

[Chorus: Lauren & (Ally)]
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, díme más (más, más, más)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor (por favor)
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, díme más (más, más, más)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor

[Outro: Pitbull]
Ven mamita, pa’ dártelo
Despacito, suavesito, rico
Como arroz con huevo frito
Por favor