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[Intro]
*coughs*
Yeah, love

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t know how I feel
Since you’ve been gone
Easy fall, I should’ve let go
‘Cause everybody knows about you

[Chorus]
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
And they shouldn’t fucking know about you

[Verse 1]
You ain’t used to know about nothing (oh no)
You were just a girl from the subs (subs)
You was with the three plate threeway (three)
How you ‘posed to know ’bout love? (Love)
Hoes on hoes every day (every day)
How you think I slipped up? (Slipped)
All this he say, she say (he, he, he)
Damn it, I had enough

[Bridge]
Put you in the crib, that wasn’t enough (wasn’t enough)
Let you hit the mall and run that shit up (run that shit up)
I’m the first one to put you in a foreign (foreign)
Before me, you wasn’t important (important)
Now you actin’ like you earned it (earned it)
Go and smile for the camera (camera)
I hope that all this shit was worth it (worth it)
I hope that all this shit was worth it, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t know how I feel (you don’t know)
Since you’ve been gone (you’ve been gone)
Easy fall, I should’ve let go (I should’ve let go)
‘Cause everybody knows about you (knows about you)

[Chorus]
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
And they shouldn’t fucking know about you

[Verse 2]
Got a nigga stuck on stupid (on stupid)
I’m thinking I really might lose it (lose it)
Walking away, it ain’t easy (ain’t easy)
Leaving you is like leaving my music (my music)
Your homegirl’s in my business (in my business)
They’re the same ones liking my pictures (my pictures)
Telling you to leave, you can do better (better)
But they ain’t got no niggas

[Bridge]
Put you in the crib, that wasn’t enough (wasn’t enough)
Let you hit the mall and run that shit up (run that shit up)
I’m the first one to put you in a foreign (foreign)
Before me, you wasn’t important (important)
Now you actin’ like you earned it (earned it)
Go and smile for the camera (camera)
I hope that all this shit was worth it (worth it)
I hope that all this shit was worth it, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t know how I feel (you don’t know)
Since you’ve been gone (you’ve been gone)
Easy fall, I should’ve let go (I should’ve let go)
‘Cause everybody knows about you (knows about you)

[Chorus]
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
And they shouldn’t fucking know about you

From CDQ snippet

[Intro: Quavo]
Skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

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

Snippets from Powerhouse NYC

[Verse: Quavo]
That’s how it feels to get at me
It’s gon’ [?] on your backstreet
Sit so high in the nosebleeds

[Verse: Offset]
Angel make dark disappear
While I hit the gas [?] rear
Hid some racks in the back of the mirror

[Verse: 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 upset 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’re cash dissin’
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their 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
Tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame mas gasolina

[Verse: Nicki Minaj]
Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi

I go back to where I am losing
Lying down, I can’t stand it
You cannot lose it when you knew it
All along through me

On my own through me
On my own

I didn’t hear it when you said it
On my own, that I would like it
I guess I’ll leave you when I’m leaving
My poor, poor soul, through me

On my own through me
On my own

Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around

Oh love this crying for a reason
Well it’s all gone and I can taste it
And of the time that I spent losing
It’s on my own, through me

On my own through me
On my own

Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around

Didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to

And I’m good at lying down
Yeah, good at lying down, ooh
Put me down
Well I’m good at lying down

Oooh, but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
A.P for the timin no they hate me how I’m shining
Lemme see the money piling and my roof gone gotta find it
Save thumbs in the climate ahhhhhh
She fell in love with the diamonds
I had to get it on my own
Come get yo shorty she be wildin in and out the
Change the number to my phone
Then it’s right back to the thousands
These racks but you don’t know nothin about it
Gotta flex up on these niggas cuz they doubtin
I’ve been ballin on these niggas so they foulin
She go through it with no hands she got talent

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
YSL tag
Big Prada bag
Quarter mil cash
I was down bad
Bring yo friend we could fuck I don’t do dates
Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case
I’m actually ballin, for the one time think I’m actually callin
These niggas is saucy, I came from the bum designer all on me
Who knew this would happen
From trappin to rappin and now I’m in fashion
The finest of fabrics, too many bands they doing gymnastics
Hop out the coupe, my young niggas might shoot out the roof
I got the juice, diamonds hanging out now we playin it cool
Then I said I won’t miss you
I’m in love with the money I can’t kiss you

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
A.P for the timin no they hate me how I’m shining
Lemme see the money piling and my roof gone gotta find it
Save thumbs in the climate ahhhhhh
She fell in love with the diamonds
I had to get it on my own
Come get yo shorty she be wildin in and out the
Change the number to my phone
Then it’s right back to the thousands
These racks but you don’t know nothin about it
Gotta flex up on these niggas cuz they doubtin
I’ve been ballin on these niggas so they foulin
She go through it with no hands she got talent

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
YSL tag
Big Prada bag
Quarter mil cash
I was down bad
Bring yo friend we could fuck I don’t do dates
Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case
I’m actually ballin, for the one time think I’m actually callin
These niggas is saucy, I came from the bum designer all on me
Who knew this would happen
From trappin to rappin and now I’m in fashion
The finest of fabrics, too many bands they doing gymnastics
Hop out the coupe, my young niggas might shoot out the roof
I got the juice, diamonds hanging out now we playin it cool
Then I said I won’t miss you
I’m in love with the money I can’t kiss you

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh