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Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 1: Young RJ]
You better take time, make up your mind
Do that now and don’t waste your time
You don’t ball you don’t cross my mind
Everything over here green baby
Don’t ever try to come cross that line
You can’t hang ’cause you don’t ever go ape
Four door Porsche, Cartier frames with the Bape
Been in the mud, but I ‘ain’t neva gon’ stank
When I was down, I said I’m never gon’ stay
When you dealin’ with time, nigga you never can wait
Dealin’ with niggas ya know they gon’ be late
No motion
Got you at the bus stop
Long sleeves in the fleet driveway lookin’ like a fuckin’ truck stop
Y’all niggas don’t know about motion

[Hook: Joyner Lucas]
Motion
Motion
A whole lotta money and a little less emotion
Motion
Motion
Slow motion better than no motion

[Bridge: Young RJ & Joyner Lucas]
Movin’ slow motion through the shit
Prayers up swear a nigga blessed
Gettin’ to the money nothin’ less
Slow motion better than no motion
All my life I had to fight
Out the dark nigga I see the light

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
I’m sorry Ms. Jack-Jackson
This is from your half-black son
I used to have mad, mad girls
Now I only have-have one
Your daughter is a bad bad one
And all we did was have mad fun
I did some ain’t shit-nigga shit
Now we have bad, bad blood
Hope that you can maybe understand
I done made mistakes as a man
And probably do it again
And it’s funny how money change situations
Yeah, that lead to complications
Now you frontin’ with your imitations
And you preachin’ to the church and the congregation
All you niggas do is talk but you talk the great one
Before I was that nigga I collected pay stubs
And my baby mama trippin’ back when she was 8 months
Said I’d be a bad influence to my son
She was goin’ through the motions

[Hook: Joyner Lucas]
Motion
Motion
A whole lotta money and a little less emotion
Motion
Motion
Slow motion better than no motion

[Bridge: Young RJ & Joyner Lucas]
Movin’ slow motion through the shit
Prayers up swear a nigga blessed
Gettin’ to the money nothin’ less
Slow motion better than no motion
All my life I had to fight
Out the dark nigga I see the light
Yeah that’s how I’m livin’ life

[Verse 3: Young RJ]
Thought you was my nigga then you dipped: that’s the motion
Couldn’t see the bigger picture wasn’t focused
Now you blamin’ me for the distance?
My whole plan was to get rich
Not to be waitin’
I’m not a doctor, I don’t need patience
Sold out shows ’round the world
Crazy to think it all started in the basement
Now we on top of the basement
Had to give Hip-Hop resuscitation
Day dates big faces
Couldn’t leave a trace so I cleaned up
I ‘ain’t got time to catch a case or make a motion
Niggas ‘ain’t get the notion
Do the work stop hopin’
Top spot I’m scopin’
Focused
These niggas ‘ain’t got a clue ’bout where they goin’
They ‘ain’t really ’bout the motion

[Verse 1: Young RJ]
You better take time, make up your mind
Do that now and don’t waste your time
You don’t ball you don’t cross my mind
Everything over here green baby
Don’t ever try to come cross that line
You can’t hang ’cause you don’t ever go ape
Four door Porsche, Cartier frames with the Bape
Been in the mud, but I ‘ain’t neva gon’ stank
When I was down, I said I’m never gon’ stay
When you dealin’ with time, nigga you never can wait
Dealin’ with niggas ya know they gon’ be late
No motion
Got you at the bus stop
Long sleeves in the fleet driveway lookin’ like a fuckin’ truck stop
Y’all niggas don’t know about motion

[Hook: Joyner Lucas]
Motion
Motion
A whole lotta money and a little less emotion
Motion
Motion
Slow motion better than no motion

[Bridge: Young RJ & Joyner Lucas]
Movin’ slow motion through the shit
Prayers up swear a nigga blessed
Gettin’ to the money nothin’ less
Slow motion better than no motion
All my life I had to fight
Out the dark nigga I see the light

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
I’m sorry Ms. Jack-Jackson
This is from your half-black son
I used to have mad, mad girls
Now I only have-have one
Your daughter is a bad bad one
And all we did was have mad fun
I did some ain’t shit-nigga shit
Now we have bad, bad blood
Hope that you can maybe understand
I done made mistakes as a man
And probably do it again
And it’s funny how money change situations
Yeah, that lead to complications
Now you frontin’ with your imitations
And you preachin’ to the church and the congregation
All you niggas do is talk but you talk the great one
Before I was that nigga I collected pay stubs
And my baby mama trippin’ back when she was 8 months
Said I’d be a bad influence to my son
She was goin’ through the motions

[Hook: Joyner Lucas]
Motion
Motion
A whole lotta money and a little less emotion
Motion
Motion
Slow motion better than no motion

[Bridge: Young RJ & Joyner Lucas]
Movin’ slow motion through the shit
Prayers up swear a nigga blessed
Gettin’ to the money nothin’ less
Slow motion better than no motion
All my life I had to fight
Out the dark nigga I see the light
Yeah that’s how I’m livin’ life

[Verse 3: Young RJ]
Thought you was my nigga then you dipped: that’s the motion
Couldn’t see the bigger picture wasn’t focused
Now you blamin’ me for the distance?
My whole plan was to get rich
Not to be waitin’
I’m not a doctor, I don’t need patience
Sold out shows ’round the world
Crazy to think it all started in the basement
Now we on top of the basement
Had to give Hip-Hop resuscitation
Day dates big faces
Couldn’t leave a trace so I cleaned up
I ‘ain’t got time to catch a case or make a motion
Niggas ‘ain’t get the notion
Do the work stop hopin’
Top spot I’m scopin’
Focused
These niggas ‘ain’t got a clue ’bout where they goin’
They ‘ain’t really ’bout the motion

[Verse 1]
It’s so easy to set off
The molecules and the caplets
They all have something against me
Nothing I do makes me feel different

[Pre-Chorus 1]
This one’s like your sister’s best friends in a bath calling you to join them
Can’t avoid them
This one’s like your mother’s arms when she was young and sunburned in the ’80s
It lasts forever

[Verse 2]
The more level they have me
The more I cannot stand me
I have helpless friendships
And bad taste in liquids

[Pre-Chorus 2]
This one’s like the wilderness without the world
I’m gonna miss those long nights with the windows open
I keep re-reading the same lines always up at 5am every morning
Like a baby

[Chorus]
It’s just the lights coming on
It’s just the lights coming on

[Verse 3]
I have no positions
No point of view or vision
I’m just trying to stay in touch with anything I’m still in touch with

[Pre-Chorus 3]
The sky’s getting white
I can’t find a lighter anywhere I’m going crazy
But I’m not crazy
Put your heels against the wall
I swear you got a little bit taller since I saw you
I’ll still destroy you

[Chorus]
It’s just the lights coming on
It’s just the lights coming on

[Intro]
Shorty lethal, but I love it
When I hit her with the (deeny?) I do not glove it

[Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
That is my bitch

[Verse 1]
(No room?) on my bench, she a bad little mama
I’ma buy ma, wear’n Dulce & Gabbana
Forty on me too, forty worth of blue
Stones with the watch in my earrings wooo!
Cold man, my government name Roland
Met a white girl on (Ecstasy) she was roll’n
I said that to say that my mind all crazy
The simile in that? I be shine’n all crazy
Bling, bling, bling
I was locked in the bing, clink, clink
I’m buy’n CiCi a ring, ring, cha-ching
I’m married to the streets but the money ain’t a thing, mothafuck!

[Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named Cici
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
That is my bitch

[Verse 2]
Trump say’n make America great again
Troy Ave (same bacon boy to whip weight again?)
My birthday passed now I’m get’n cake again
I’m count’n up say’n ‘are they hate’n, again?’
Why? It don’t affect me
A dope dark-skinned dealer like Wesley
New Jack City, but I’m on a jet ski
I’m that nigga if you try’n to assess me

[Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
That is my bitch
(Open wide bitch)
(That is my bitch)
(Open wide bitch)
(That is my bitch)