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[Intro: sample]

[Verse 1: Method Man]
That’s when my heart turned cold
I’m a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Asshole to turn the product into rock
It’s in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain’t no vacay, [?] become a problem when it’s hot, mayday mayday
But no charge, I’m nutty with the bars that’s a payday
So bruh, this ain’t even a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don’t dab and I don’t nae nae
Got bottles comin’ out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I’m grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
We had dro’ and po’, suckas
Range Rovers flood up the rucka
Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on
[?] green baggies, sellin’ capsules, runnin’ in classrooms
Slick [?] get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a mac with no pump and [one-note?] the Grammy hour
Cold chemists taste the flow
It’s numb meets copper rum, bluntin’ off the get back
Salute me then one, I’m out
Off to the races, my blazes ain’t patient
They want
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section
Like I’m on Vicodin
Fuck with the righteous men, and we fightinen’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
Metals and gear, get [?] medical, that’s incredible
The fliest, the most notorious [?]
Off niggas heads like papayas

Verse 3: Redman]
Before I [prolly?]
Red lightin’ the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti’s
Everybody a voss, sayin that time’s money
Women injections, leave em with [?] bodies
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
Robbin’ old ladies, that’s a product of no home trainin’
I show you the ropes, I’m narrating Al Haymon
I told lighty, if I hate him, Imma violate him
I’m not a shooter, but I know shooters
And if them shooters don’t shoot up
I’ll go suit up, Redman and the W
It’s televised
We ain’t them niggas
Media telling hella lies (fuck you)
This a campfire of a vampire
I don’t sleep, but
Through the amplifier
And every nigga got something to say
I’m like, yeah okay, y’all corny anyway
Doc

[Chorus? Hook?]
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)

Verse 4]
My team hard, makin’ ’em lean hard
You see more riders lined up
Then you see at a theme park
My queen hot, makin’ the scene pop
Routine op, online gangstas
I’m givin’ them screenshots
Hard written lyrics to God, right?
What’s the tale, sick as Hell
Christian Bale from the Dark Knight
On sight, foggin’ your fog lights
Your dog’s like

[Instrumental]

[Intro]
Woah-oah, hm-hmm

[Verse 1]
You’ve been runnin’ ’round, runnin’ ’round, runnin’ ’round
Throwin’ that dirt all on my name
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d
Call you up
You’ve been going ’round, going ’round, going ’round
Every party in LA
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d
Be at one, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine, ooh
And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect?
But you’re not coming home with me tonight

[Chorus]
You just want attention, you don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you

[Bridge]
You just want attention
Tention (x14)
You just want a–

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
You just want attention, you don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you, oh

[Bridge]
You just want attention
Tention (x14)
You just want a–

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
You just want attention

[Verse 1: Lil Debbie]
Ay, life’s getting crazy
What to do, what to do, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Problems all around
World is cruel, it’s so cruel, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Searching for a feeling
Something true, something true, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I been on the vibe
Something new, something new, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Gather every nation, burn a peace pipe
Even through the night I can see the light
Tell me what it’s gonna take till we break
Kill the hate, we’re in war and I’ma lead the fight
Power, greed, the money, that’s the root
We [?], gun strong, hands up, don’t shoot
What’s the use to this?
I been looking at the world from a different scope
Realest shit I quote
Love and hope is the antidote

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]
All we really need is a little bit of love
L-O-V-E, love! L-O-V-E, love! L-O-V-E!
All we really need is a little bit of love
L-O-V-E, love! L-O-V-E, love! L-O-V-E, love!

[Verse 2: Lil Debbie]
The power to breathe life and kill war
The power to [?]
The power to break the shackles and free ’em all
Open blind eyes to understand what we need more
‘Cause we all been the victims of the vision
Like race, class, sex and religion, it’s a prison
Need to pass behind and free your mind
Changing for the better, I can see the signs
[?]

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe]
All we really need is a little bit of love
L-O-V-E, love! L-O-V-E, love! L-O-V-E!
All we really need is a little bit of love
L-O-V-E, love! L-O-V-E, love! L-O-V-E, love!

[Intro]
Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woah
Uh, young Money

Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma bitching, but she still be fucking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I got her bent over, finna fuck her, fuck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ bitch that pussy so dry you finna break the rubber
I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all nigga [?]
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo’ like a cow
Niggas will shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a [?]
These niggas will run in your house
Fucking a thot in her mouth
I Dolcegabbana my couch
Big ballin’ shit, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
Bitch sucking dick for the fame, get the fuck out
Got me a perc’
Sip me some syrup
I’m tripping the fuck out
[?]
Senator [?] and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask
I just wanna smash so bitch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on act so bitch I can’t focus
I cut em out fast
I go get the bad then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the bitch, she wine and dine
I fuck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas bout it? Doubt it
My niggas turn to Michael Myres

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we [?]
Y’all nigga [?]
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Lil’ bitch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These bitches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence bitch, you a on the bench bitch
See me in the gym now this bitches wanna go bench press
I ain’t fucking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
Bitches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a dick, I would make all you bitches deep throat

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we [?]
Y’all nigga [?]
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags

[Verse 1]
Yeah, world in your palms
Stare at your shoes, never looked in the stars
Hot on my sleeve, shoulder, my arm
Ooh, you ice cold, I brush off the [?]
Tell me what it takes to get in them drawers
Got that slick tongue talk, that shit make ya moist
Come ride that pony ’til your voice is hoarse
How you drop to your knees make me praise the lord, yeah
Link with your girls and y’all hardly sober
Claim that they bi, but really just bipolar
Most of them can’t decide on which filter
Ooh, ya need guidance
Let me help show ya
Ex-girl crazy, you should be careful
I think Cupid hit his bow arrow
Oh, my head is crazy
But damn, my baby
[?] and fuck around, claim ya

[Chorus]
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah
Can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience
Now your secrets safe with me

[Verse 2]
Yeah, time window [?]
Just wait on the kick
And try and catch the beat
If you find the rhythm, and you work for me
No move with no pawn, you move like a queen
Attracted by law, don’t care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah they breath stink
Most of them broke, I hand out the X-rays
Or ski slopes and I ain’t talkin’ X-games
GPS the [?] are not connected
Get weaker, signal get longer
Knew why to [?] your reach until it keep calling
[?]
Make your mama sweat, you just watching so
Make it maximum, give them what they want
Have them coming back, man they fiending, uh

[Chorus]
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah
Can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience
Now your secrets safe with me

[Outro]
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah
Can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
Through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sleep, go and
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hot shit