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You got that good boy attitude and yeah, I kind like it
You got the tats on your arm get a bad girl excited
You put that bass in the beat, won’t you beat it up inside it?
I got that pumps in the bump and you know you wanna try it

Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
He like the girls with the pumps in the bump

He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

He got that rough neck swaggy, but he know how to hide it
He got that dope boy cash, but he get it 9 to 5ing
He got a thing for them girls that make their money overnightning
I know he bad for my health, but i still wanna try it

Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
He like the girls with the pumps in the bump
Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
I be that girl with the pumps in the bump

He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

He love that bang
(Bomb) He love that bomb, bomb, bomb
(Love) He love that thang
(Drug) He love that hit and run

He lose his brain
He going to stupid dumb
He stupid dumb, all he ever want is some

Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
He like the girls with the pumps in the bump
Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
I be that girl with the pumps in the bump

He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

[Verse 1]
I don’t like your little games
Don’t like your tilted stage
The role you made me play
Of the fool, no, I don’t like you
I don’t like your perfect crime
How you laugh when you lie
You said the gun was mine
Isn’t cool, no, I don’t like you (oh)

[Pre-Chorus]
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

[Verse 2]
I don’t like your kingdom keys
They once belonged to me
You asked me for a place to sleep
Locked me out and threw a feast (what?)
The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama
But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma
And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure
Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours

[Pre-Chorus]
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time)
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

[Bridge]
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
(Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me—)
"I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now
"Why? Oh, ’cause she’s dead!" (Oh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

[Hook: WillThaRapper]
50 on me if you want war
I just spent a band at the gun store
I said i love the lil bitch, believe me
Lil dumb hoe
Spill lean on my jay, now codeine on my shoes
Fuck the sights put a beam on the two
Fucked two twins and they found out
Don’t know who was kirkin’ cause I get em confused

[Hook]
Got a 50 on me if you want war
I just spent a band at the gun store
I said i love the lil bitch, believe me
Lil dumb hoe
Spill lean on my jay, now codeine on my shoes
Fuck the sights put a beam on the two
Fucked two twins and they found out
Don’t know who was kirkin’ cause I get em confused

[Verse 1]
That boy charged up need to give him a fuse
He hard body, nina give him a bruise
He purp on us then we get him the news
See purple cups we ain’t sippin’ on juice
Feel like I’m bout to blow like I’m sitting on nukes
I don’t call a girl bae, that’s my bitch or my boo
Want a lambo so fast that it will drift when i park
No keys to loose cause I push it to start it
Niggas say that I don’t be talking my shit then they on that bullshit on retarded
But his bitch love me so much that when my son go off she unlock her phone and restart it
And all my opps bitches they all gon’ talk senses I just told my fans disregard it
If you listen to opps you believe in the opps I advise you to stay where you at then
Cause once my mind made up and them 30s raise up
I ain’t hearing how cool we was back then
And my numbers off I don’t know what I bought
Know it’s either 11 or mac 10
It don’t matter cause still it’s gon bake em like batter
My niggas ain’t shooting for practice
We in the streets and we active
You gon’ need a ladder get em [?]
He bout some thousand feet in the sky since he wanted to bang now he reppin the heaven set
Shit I kinda did him a favor I helped introduced him to family he ain’t never met
Want a 40 with 50 or better yet
Want you bitches to fuck that ain’t met me yet
Matter fact just give me a mask then give me the cash yeah I’m talking bout all of that
Fuck a cougar and I fuck her daughter next
Do I get money? lil bitch, is water wet?
Use the drugs to get high can’t afford a jet, well at least not yet
I’m staying down chasing check after check
Just give me a year might pull up in a vet
Drop the top on a fuck nigga just to flex
Breaking her back by the front it’s a tech
And I got a choppa that sound like a tank
You swimming in blood now you got a tank
Bitch you pick up this mud , now you gotta drank
Bitch you better sip
When these shells hit his mug you see his brains damn you can see what he thinking
Walk in this bitch and I’m sipping on clean
Styrofoam cup you can’t see what I’m drinking
That lil bitch walked up and she asked for a picture
Told her keep cool for a minute I’m ganging
Woah the [?] shit ain’t for children
Shit set in stone like a brick in a building
Fuck whatever rules they explain to you
If you see me on stage it’s a stick in the [?]
And I ain’t shipping if that shit ain’t sale
You got me fucked up trying finesse, you wanna get killed
You know that I’m toting you wanna get drilled
Don’t be like “I was just playing Will”
Aight
Young with a deal still be out in the public
Seen my first 10 for i sat on republic
She don’t fuck with the work, but I told her to touch it
She say she love me, but she lying so fuck it
Back wood and a lot of weed
You know imma stuff it
Anything that I see with 12 on it you know that it’s fuck it
Her boyfriend don’t want me around me he know she wan fuck me
Around me so much that her friends probably want me
That’s cool with me fuck your bitch and her buddy
With a 50 on me come see wassup

[Intro: Justin Roiland]
Okay is it rolling…? Okay…

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Roiland]
Yeah…
Grab my terryfold flaps
Grab my flappy folds
Grab my terry folds
Grab my foldy flaps

[Bridge I: Justin Roiland & Asya Saavedra]
Hey, touch my foldy flaps
Grab my terryfolds
Grab my foldy holds
Grab my terry flaps
In my terryfolds
Grab my terry flaps
You gotta touch ’em… my terryfolds

[Chorus I: Justin Roiland & Asya Saavedra]
Grab my terryfolds
Touch my holdy flaps
Take a big flap
Take my foldy flaps (Aaah)
My terryfolds (Aaah)
My foldy holds (Oooh)
And my terry flaps
Gotta grab my terry flaps

[Chorus II: Justin Roiland & Asya Saavedra]
Grab my terry flaps
Squeeze my holdy folds
Hold my goldy folds
Grab my foldy tolls
Grab my terry flap holds
Grab my terryfolds
Hold my foldy folds
Hold my terryfolds

[Verse I: Justin Roiland]
Hey, did you ever wanna hold a terryfold?
I got one right here (here)
Grab my terry flap
Squeeze it, grab it, squeeze and tug on my terry flap
Hey, I wanna take you to the terryfold dance
Wanna come with me?
You can grab my holdy folds
Squeeze them tight, you son of a bitch!
Suck my holdy flappy folds
Lick my flappy foldy holds
My terry flaps in your mouth
Suck my flaps you piece of shit!

[Bridge II: Justin Roiland]
Fuck you (fuck you)
You stupid dumb motherfucking bitch (Aaah Aaah)
Hey, grab my terry flaps
Gonna eat those toldy folds

[Verse II: Justin Roiland]
I gotta couple of terryfold flaps
I got a flappy foldy flap
I’m gonna go take you to food
Gonna eat, then we’re going to the terryfold dance (dance)
You and me
We’re gonna go to the terryfold place
It’s gonna be a night out
Gonna have a real fancy time
Hoo!

[Outro: Justin Roiland]
Um, I don’t know, should I do it again?

This special, biggest, global
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fergie]
To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared
Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I’m the illest

[Chorus: Fergie]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry, starving
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I’m just drippin’ sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith
I fuck up money like I’m Escobar
Ballin’, ballin’, Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin’ small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin’ with a boss
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic
Look over haters, tripling my assets
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie’s my queen, I’m the king, now come kiss on our rings

[Chorus: Fergie & Rick Ross]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry