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[Verse 1]
Am I really that much to handle?
Breakin’ these niggas down like enamel (Oh)
Yet I’m ready to blow you out like a candle
Can I really just blow you out like a candle?
You a man, you say you the man (Oh)
You say you ’bout it, you say you got it planned (Oh)
I really wasn’t tryna listen
You say I ain’t got no discipline (Oh)
And that there why I wasn’t listenin’ (Oh)

[Verse 2]
But I need a nigga who can handle me (Oh)
I want a, a nigga who can handle me, oh
Nigga keep your hands off me
You wanna stay with me
But nigga, you just a fan of me (Fan of me)
Cuff your bitch, nigga
Nigga, cuff your bitch
Caught you slippin’ and a nigga hit a lick on you
Are you really tellin’ me that…
I could break you down like a gym, sweat

[Verse 3]
Fuck it and catch me at V-Live
I’ll be sippin’ D’USSE ’til I get dizzy
Actin’ like he care, he just don’t decide
I be tryna numb the pain, I be so his side (Oh)
Fuck it, you can catch me in the Hills (Oh)
Watch me close ’cause I’ll be poppin’ pills (Oh, oh)
All I ask for you to keep it trill (Oh)
All I ask for you to keep it real, real, real, real, real

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Real, real, trill, keep one hunnid, oh no
Not too much emotion, no, no
You know I been fucked up, yeah, yeah
I should keep it trill, trill for me
I should keep it real, real, one hunnid

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[Chorus]
You got potential, you got, you
You got potential, you got, you
You got potential (Potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential, you got, you

[Verse 1]
Had a few niggas ride or die for me
Tell me, baby, will you slide for me?
Give you the Glock 40, holding it down for me
I know you’re good in the hood, bust a couple juggs for me, yeah
When I’m on the low, will you still cover for me?
Blowin’ bands to make me feel lovely
When I’m gone, will you still think of me?
I need to know for sure

[Chorus]
’Cause you got potential, you got, you
You got potential, you got, you
You got potential (Potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential, you got, you

[Verse 2]
Caught my interest, talkin’ that shit
So intriguing (Yeah, yeah)
We could go far, go the distance
I could see it (Yeah)
I’m not tryna be out here with my hopes up
If you all for me, then let me know what’s up
Don’t change up on me in the long run
Keep it open, one hunnid

[Chorus]
‘Cause you got potential, you got, you
You got potential, you got, you
You got potential (Potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential, you got, you

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[Intro]
Gotta get it right
I gotta get it right, yeah
You say, you say
You say, you say
You say, you say

[Verse 1]
You wanna search in this body of mine
Do you wanna be a good friend to me?
Why won’t you pour up that Hennessy?
Light up a few blunts and we can get high
No need to rush, but take your time

[Chorus]
I know it’s been too long
I’ve been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya, back to you
Can’t even play it cool
Thinkin’ of all them nights I would’ve rather been with you
Tonight, I wanna have some good fun tonight
I wanna get into something tonight
I just wanna make up for lost time

[Verse 2]
I like to taste it when you run down my back
Arched and relaxed
Oh, touch me like that
Please, nice and slow

[Chorus]
I know it’s been too long
I’ve been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya, back to you
Can’t even play it cool
Thinkin’ of all them nights I would’ve rather been with you
Tonight, I wanna have some good fun tonight
I wanna get into something tonight
I just wanna make up for lost time tonight

[Outro]
I know it’s been too long
I’ve been on the road too much
Gotta get back to ya, back to you
We got London On Da Track

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[Intro]
J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Megan Thee Stallion]
Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at (Go)
He want a flat booty bitch, I’m not with all that (No)
I got chips for days and I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks (Mwah)
It’s a block party, they done blocked off half the street (Wow)
She’s a big booty bitch showing ass and cheeks (Yeah)
She’s a walking bag of money, she’s a masterpiece
The way she running game on you, she’s an athlete (Go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece (Go)
And every time I get the head she get that bread from me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, look, it’s Gucci)

[Verse: Megan Thee Stallion]
Big old ass is heavy, shake that shit like jelly
Put me on your plate and slurp that shit up like spaghetti
Man, I make this shit look easy, I ain’t tryin’, I just be me
I ain’t never met a ho I felt like I had to compete with, uh
This the type of booty make a nigga drop his bitch, wait
This the type of ass when I get home, he washing dishes, uh
He wanna ride on a horse, he need to give me the keys to a Porsche
I told him until you finish your dinner, I cannot let you leave off of the porch
Boy, let me butter your corn on the cob
We give each other more neck than a bob
He like to put a little oil on my ass
Before he record so I feel like a star, huh
Rollin’ like I’m Tina, pussy Aquafina
Make this booty giggle like you Martin and I’m Gina, hmm
Put me in designer, uh, let me meet your mama, uh
If you got another bitch, don’t put me in no drama, ah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at (Go)
He want a flat booty bitch, I’m not with all that (No)
I got chips for days and I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks (Mwah)
It’s a block party, they done blocked off half the street (Wow)
She’s a big booty bitch showing ass and cheeks (Yeah)
She’s a walking bag of money, she’s a masterpiece
The way she running game on you, she’s an athlete (Go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece (Go)
And every time I get the head she get that bread from me (It’s Gucci)

[Outro]
Big booty hoes, ho booty
Big, big, big booty
Big, big, big booty

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[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Maniac off Xanny bars
Sack like Santa Claus
That puts you in the figure-four
My literature is like I wrote it in silver
And you’re on the podium with speech of rhodium
Your bitch like a leech on my scrotum
Ho tried to kill the dick, strangled them and choked ’em
After she was done I looked down at my penis
Like, she really ain’t mean it
Nigga, I’m anemic with the ink, you a Stevie Wonder blink
I take a piss in that same sink you wash dishes with
You’re illiterate, ya Bisquick soft
I pulled the biscuit then you dipped like cocktail sauce
I eat so many shrimp I got iodine poison
Hoes on my dick ’cause I look like Roy Orbison
Got a foursome with four fours and I called it a twelve
One was chubby, one was ugly, wack as hell (Ah)

[Chorus: Obongjayar]
This can’t be real, I’m in a dream
I don’t have skin, I just shine
They can’t contain me, I’m free
It feels like losing your mind

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Psycho, crazy, deranged
Spittin’ on tracks like oncoming train
Vocal laid down like tower of burnin’ flame
Sippin’ gasoline, made her pour canteen
Stone Temple Pilot crashed in to the wall
While listenin’ to Wu-Tang and rubbin’ on his balls
Off them bars of footballs, thoughts playin’ foosball
In VIP, sleep with shades on the boo-ya
So bitch, bust that shit open like you landed knee-first
Let me stick my finger in it, what it smell like, birth?
If it smell like syrup you gon’ get this work
But if it smell like perch, gotta disperse
I’m a pervert wearin’ sherbet, take your baby mama, turn her
As a youngin’ mama should have handcuffed me to the furnace

[Chorus: Obongjayar]
This can’t be real, I’m in a dream
I don’t have skin, I just shine
They can’t contain me I’m free
It feels like losing your mind