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[Chorus]
I never really had a bad boy
You know I’ve always been a good girl
Crazy how it happened so fast boy
The way you rocking my world
The way you rocking my world

[Verse 1]
Yeah you’re my distraction
Love our connection
I see so much when I look at you
You get potential
Time is essential
But I’ma take my time with you
‘Cause you need it
You just need someone to keep it real with you
And I see that
I’ma be the one to put that seed in you
You don’t gotta worry
I won’t judge you from your past
I know you’re not the first
But I’ll make sure that you’re my last
We live two different lifestyles baby
But we can change that
Just promise not to hurt me
‘Cause you know I told you that

[Chorus]
I never really had a bad boy
You know I’ve always been a good girl
Crazy how it happened so fast boy
The way you rocking my world
Boy I think you need a good girl
Someone to make you do better
Maybe I could be a good girl
I could make you do better

[Verse 2]
I ain’t really used to it but I like it
‘Cause you’re so enticing
Love the way you walk and how smooth you talk
How you move in silence
How fast you be driving
Hold me when I’m crying
And as long as you need me
You know I’m always riding
You open up to me and show me something new
Taught me how to hold my own
I fight myself while holding you
If it was up to me I’d hold for ever (ever)
Up somewhere that we can go together (so it’s a crazy thing)

[Chorus]
I never really had a bad boy
You know I’ve always been a good girl
Crazy how it happened so fast boy
The way you rocking my world
Boy I think you need a good girl
Someone to make you do better
Maybe I could be a good girl
I could make you do better

[Bridge]
So, so bad in a really good way
By the time I’m done with you
You gon’ wanna stay
But it’s so so bad in a really good way
Such a bad boy but I’ll make you good for me

[Outro]
I could make you do better
I could make you do better
I could make you do better
I could make you do better
I could make you do better
I could make you do better

[Intro]
– Mommy
– Hold on baby, hi stinky , you miss me?
– You don’t miss me?
– Nah I miss you
– You do miss me, give me kissy
– Thank you, I give kissy too, muah, I love you
– Love you too mama
– Okay bye
– Okay bye
– *Laughs*

[Verse 1]
When I first laid eyes on you
When I heard your heartbeat too
Oh I never knew, I could witness an angel so beautiful
From the very moment you arrived I felt something new inside
I developped a love that was so unconditional

[Chorus]
And I promise to give you everything that I have
There’s not a dream in this world you can’t accomplish or grasp
I will cross any ocean before I let you land
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 2]
I’ll never let nobody hurt you
Give you the world ’cause you deserve it
Teach you how to treat a woman
Let you know you’re gonna be something great
I want for you to shine so bright
Know you can do anything through Christ
I see that there is a star inside of you
I’m so glad you’re in my life

[Chorus]
And I promise to give you everything that I have
There’s not a dream in this world you can’t accomplish or grasp
I will cross any ocean before I let you land
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Bridge]
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Hold on to my hand
Hold on to my hand
Never let it go
Ooh ooh, yeah
Son hold on to my hand
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hold on to my hand, never let it go
Just hold on to mama’s hand and never let it go (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hold on to my hand (woah oh, oh, oh, oh)
Son hold on to my hand, never let it go, woah, oh, oh, oh

[Outro]
– I love you
– I love you too momma

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It’s a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil’ molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil’ molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G.I. Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
Ay, ay, oh
Yikes, I know, aye

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain’t washin’ my clothes
I’d buy these new clothes
I’d rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me?
I’m ’bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some reasons
Everyone ’round me bleedin’
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin’ them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tank top
And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I’ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
[?], you ain’t tryin’ me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
Philippe’s on me today
I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
‘Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face, hunnid by the low
Inside out, white nose
Hol’ up, baby girl, move
Everybody cut my bros
Put my dick in her nose
They might pass that hoe to my bros
I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she about the green hoe, yeah
Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
All my diamonds bought without the clout
I put it up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

[Intro]
I had to pull out the cover to America chain if I’m gonna ride a Skateboard beat, ya dig?
Shout out to my nigga Terry Kennedy, this some ice cream, BGK, dirty ghetto kid shit, baker three shit
Shaker shit, haha
Yeah
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Neon J’s, neon chain
African beads, Prince Ahkane
Grapefrog ring by Wes Lang
In New Zealand, I’m jet skiin’
Rockin’ ice berg like a Looney Tune
My neck yellow rolled, call it Juicy Fruit
Watch and I be different shades of blue
No Versace, I don’t wear Medusa faces
Milo faces on my shoes
This Bape is from 2002
Human Made on the crew
Cherry red Canada Goose
And when I shoot, you play duck, duck, goose
Gucci cuff links on a Burberry suit
I need the cover, I’m so GQ
You try to fuck her, she say “me too”
I feel like Usher, I’m burnin’ the rubber
My weed different colors, I’m smokin’ on Gushers
My wood is a Russian, it’s color a butter
I’m not CIA, but I wear Undercover
Yeah, Faith Connexion, iridescent, yes
Pharrell Chanel, circle lenses, uh
You ask how much did I spend and, shit
I don’t even know, but it’s expensive, uh
Saint Laurent boots
G-class Benzes, clickin’ my heels like Toto in Kansas
I’m at Eleven with neon dancers, neon jacket, neon vantage
We in Atlanta like Deion Sanders
At Blue Flame throwin’ green Ben Franklins
Come to Garcon off of eBay, uh
You wearin’ Dragon Ball Z Bape
I don’t wear Bape after Nigo
I feel like Drake in my peacoat
I’m in a Rick Owens sheepcoat
Neon guts when she deepthroat
We on London at Heathrow
Apple Ciroc, not Tito’s
Spendin’ them Jacksons, like Tito
I’m on hot, like Ebro
Left my ex, Magneto
That’s faneto, Despacito
Lemme get a little bit, un poquito
Pourin’ up Ace, but it taste like [?]
Shorty get wetter than Puerto Rico, ayy
I got love for my Boricuas
I deliver like I’m pea pod
American Express, it’s a green card
That’s a oxymoron, I’m a retard
Crib got a doorman and a key card
On my retro shit I need a [?]
Pornstar from Brazil like Neymar
She suckin’ my soul like De La
Neon dunks, SVs these de la’s
Call me Dorrough with the ice cream paint job
I’m with Towkio, but she tryna Bangkok
No Pinocchio, I don’t do the nose jobs
Pull up in the Elon Musk
Tesla truck, neon cup
Neon drank, neon dank
That’s a fuckin’ trinity like Leo’s nuts
Pause, you never been to Ibiza
Pinstripe Gucci, I feel like a zebra
Throw up the pyramids like I’m in Giza
In Palestine I show [?]
Met Farrakhan and he said I’m a leader
Put No I.D. on beats by Weezer
And I got a colorful aura like Rita
Pop RQ blow, color of Alamarita
Yes, andele, andele, E.I
I’m goin’ Nelly with the white [?] Reeboks
Keep a pump on me like Reeboks
Soulja Boy with the neon Glock
Throwin’ up Star Trak like Spock
Outter space like Star Fox
Stars on the ceilin’ on the Phantom hard-top

[Intro: Jon Bellion]
Beautiful Mind, mind
Oh, mind
Yeah, how you doin’ this evenin’?
This one’s for the ladies
I gotta give ’em somethin’ to move to

[Chorus: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
The world is her runway
Run-run-runway
Said, “runway,” I said, I said, “runway”
The world is my runway
Run-run-runway
Oh, runway

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
Uh, how you doin’ workin’ lady? Good
Is your boss drivin’ you crazy? Yeah
Well, let me see that smile
‘Cause this is what my workin’ ladies doin’ 9 to 5, hey
How you doin’ single lady? Good
Was your man drivin’ you crazy? Yeah
Well, it’s gonna be alright
‘Cause this is what my single ladies goin’ out tonight

[Refrain: Jon Bellion]
These girls know how to walk mean
With the swagger of a prom queen
And I really want to let ’em know
That I love ’em, love ’em, love ’em, love ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Girls that be budgetin’, mixin’, matchin’, and lovin’ it
Stayin’ independent, payin’ taxes to the government
Double time, overtime, in on they cover-up
And I just wanna butter-up every single one of them

[Chorus: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
The world is her runway
Run-run-runway
Said, “runway,” I said, “runway”
The world is my runway
Run-run-runway
Oh, runway

[Verse 2: Jon Bellion]
Let me let you in on a little, little secret, um
Bottom-line, we just like it when you walk our way
‘Cause we can barely tell the difference when you wear Targét
‘Cause she’s the hottest when she’s modelin’
Basketball shorts, tank-tops, high socks, yeah, she Dolce and Gabbana’s it
She got the dress at H&M for 20 flat
With 10 bucks left on the paycheck, how’s that?
And now she gon’ gas up the truck
To make it to the party that she’s gonna rock the same dress at

[Refrain: Jon Bellion]
These girls know how to walk mean (These girls know how to walk mean)
With the swagger of a prom queen (With the swagger of a prom queen)
And I really want to let ’em know (And I really want to let ’em know)
That I love ’em, love ’em, love ’em, love ’em (That I love ’em, I love ’em, I love—)

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Girls that be budgetin’, mixin’, matchin’, and lovin’ it
Stayin’ independent, payin’ taxes to the government
Double time, overtime, in on they cover-up
And I just wanna butter-up every single one of them

[Chorus: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
The world is her runway
Run-run-runway
Said, “runway,” I said, “runway”
The world is my runway
Run-run-runway
Oh, runway

[Bridge: Jon Bellion]
She said she likes a little soul in her music
Well, baby, did you know that I produced this?
Yeah, Beautiful Mind lookin’ for somebody to move with
And, baby girl, I think the shoe fits
She said she likes a little soul in her music
Well, baby, did you know that I produced this?
Yeah, Beautiful Mind lookin’ for somebody to move with
And, baby girl, I think the shoe fits, shoe fits

[Outro: Jon Bellion]
Run-run-runway
Run-run-runway