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[Intro: David Banner]
D.A got that dope
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet

[Verse 1: Tyga & David Banner]
Okay, so high and I’m lookin’ at my Rollie time
Fucked her once gotta call her for the seventh time
So sincere but don’t get out of line
A.I. in his prime, hard net to launch
Swish, do it on me all night
Yeah, I wanna bust it down until it’s daylight
How you keep your toes white and the pussy tight
Ohh, the 42 got you feelin’ nice
Ohh, Kawasaki bout to lick her bike (uh)
Rich, rich, they rich, you know what I like
Cum girl, g-go in overtime
Girl you look good, won’t you, you know the line
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet

[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash

[Verse 2: Tyga & David Banner]
Finger fuckin’ money, finger bangin’ to the hunnid (hah)
If you act like you want it, I can put you on it
Too blessed to be stress, sex in the morning
You can have my t-shirt if you really want it
Trunk in the front, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop, pop, pop that
If I gave you my number, better hold that
In the party goin’ dumb, hoes squamates
And I just threw, 20 in the strip
Aye, aye, see this on my wrist
Aye, aye, hunnid on my neck
Bling, bling, saucy with the drip
Could it be my cash, why you on my dick
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet

[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash

[Bridge: Tyga, David Banner & Sample]
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Bend that, bend that, bend that ca-
Bend that, bend that, bend that (hah, hah)
Bend that
Pop, pop, pop that
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet

[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash

[Outro: Tyga]
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip

[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye

[Verse 1]
I got a bag I love to flex
Counting up them bands
Hit my line up for that package
You know my shit the best
She like she just want a passport
So I’m like what you hit my line for

[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye

[Verse 2]
Pour sprite in my cup then I pour some juice up in it
And the police on my ass just because my windows tinted
If a nigga want that static my nigga Glizzy let you have it
Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still on that block
And I’m pulled up
A nigga run up on me, he getting fucked up
Those .223s hit yo whip then you out of luck
Nigga want that static choppas gone light they block up
Bitch I’m about a bag now
I be doing shows out of town
Man these niggas wanna be like me
Cause I be fishing in my money deep
I be flexing about a bag
You my son, I make you call me dad
I’m a grind until I get a Jag
No, I’m a grind until I get a pad

[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye

[Intro: Freeway]
Uh, yeah
Woo! Uh, it’s going down, niggas!
Yes! Khaled! Free!
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse One: Freeway]
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
They like, “Freeway, where you been?”
In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki’
Tell me, how crooked is he?
The mayor gave him the key to the city
Then he turn around and flood the city with nickels
To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome
The mini-mansion, his home
If Khaled call my phone, I’m in the place to be
G4, the M-I, get high, float in the friendly sky
I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth
Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly
I kill the shit out a sixteen
Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a video for it, holla!

[Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

[Verse Two: Freeway]
My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving
Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, “A-hallelujah!”
I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger
And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but
I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open
Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in
I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Robert smoking
I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving
Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen
Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops
He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks
Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open
All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping
They be hoping that I’m slipping, I be praying that I’m not
Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block
Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga!

[Chorus: Freeway & Malice]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it

[Verse Three: Malice & Pusha T]
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing neither, that ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us
Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers
Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers
And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us
Fucking the soul out us, we call ‘em the Golden-Mouthers
Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches
Send ‘em to they spouses, we back in the street
Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki’
Call me Place-Your-Order P, c’est la vie
If you want it, know, I got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas!
We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them thangs, niggas
Million records sold and still them same niggas
Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures
Where I’m at, they measure worth by your figures, uh!

[Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

[Verse 1]
We at the top now
We riding foreign and shit so let the top down
She wanna top now told her bitch not now
I ain’t got time for shit we geting gwuap now
You ain’t no kin to me
Just a friend to me
I gotta do it 1 time for my enemies
Smoking kush trees
Then we spray febreze
Gucci boots for the winner no scraping knees
If I’m ugly
She love me
Yea i do the ralph lauren prolly rugby
So bitch back up
We sacked up
I got a 40 with a beam and a mac truck

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

[Verse 2]
Lemme take them to finesse school
Niggas wearing fake Trues like that’s cool (not cool)
I’ll send the haters at dude
Like Lil JB I’m that dude
We them niggas with that attitude
She want to fuck so I put her on the schedule
We ain’t scared of you
We way ahead of you
And on my hands that’s cocaine residue
Throw L’s up
Get filled up
I don’t he wanna feel the shells hit ya
No snitching
Cause we’ll get ya
I had to do it one time for my niggas

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

[Outro]
They falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

[Chorus]
You can love it, you can leave it
And say you’re nothing without it
Don’t let them keep you down
What if I don’t need it? There’s something about it
That just freaks me out
I just want another minute with it, f*ck up little, what’s the use?
Never superficial you don’t know it when it hit you
With a little sentimental when I’m off the juice

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, okay we colder than the breeze
But the breeze ain’t flowin’ like me, motherf*cker hol’ up
You don’t need to hol’ up, yeah
And I can show you how I seem what it is what it truly might be
Nothing that you know of, you don’t need to hol’ up
I’m so above from beyond you take drugs to make it up
Way up where we on, space shuttle, Elon
Time we don’t waste much, f*ck and we wake up
Then have her sing just like Céline Dion
Catch me if you can but, you never catch me damn
Whole lotta “yes I am”
All the way in with no exit plan
Already left and the jet don’t land
Yeah, the time is ticking
Come take a ride, get inside, this is highly different
I’m talking fly like a pilot would
Can I mind my business? Why you trippin’?
Give you somethin’ that your eyes can witness
Ooh, too close
I don’t understand why you doing the most

[Chorus: Mac Miller + Snoop Dogg]
You can love it, you can leave it
And say you’re nothing without it
Don’t let them keep you down
What if I don’t need it? There’s something about it
That just freaks me out
I just want another minute with it, f*ck up little, what’s the use?What’s the use?
Never superficial you don’t know it when it hit you
With a little sentimental when I’m off the juice

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
When I’mma give you what you came for, yeah
Shoulda perk too hard to have a clue who you are
Set the bar so far but par we can parlay all day
Crib long range with the yard
I know I should probably pray more but you gotta love me
‘Cuz I save the day spendin’ money
When I had nothing sh*t it wasn’t so funny
Made a promise to the homies nobody go hungry
Look how far we came, still they throwin’ dirt on my name
But it never worried my brain
Heads turnin’ like a hurricane swervin’
Tell the sun get up outta my shade
If they don’t get the picture, cut ’em out of my frame, sh*t
I’m up 30 thou miles plus change
Spend a while but I’m down ’till I’m out
And it is what it is ’til it ain’t

[Bridge: Thundercat]

[Chorus: Mac Miller + Snoop Dogg]
You can love it, you can leave it
And say you’re nothing without it
Don’t let them keep you down
What if I don’t need it? There’s something about it
That just freaks me out
I just want another minute with it, f*ck up little, what’s the use?
What’s the use?
Never superficial you don’t know it when it hit you
With a little sentimental when I’m off the juice

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
You can love it
It just freaks me out