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[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more?
Why you won’t listen no more?
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect (perfect)

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick? (Can you?)
Don’t be shy, no, up and down (nah)
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here (right here, right here)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why?

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, (away)
I’ve been, all around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searching (I’ve been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Verse 1: Dave East]
You deserve it ’cause you perfect (perfect)
You make every moment worth it (every moment)
I’m flyin’ down Collins, I’m shirtless (skrrt)
Just thinkin’ how you might’ve curved it (might have curved it)
I knew you a minute, don’t act like you don’t know the business
I’ve been tryna get all up in it
Gave you my card, I don’t know ’bout no limit (swipe)
They can’t see us in it, that foreign was tinted (oh)
Nowadays they get too borin’ with niggas
In love with that pussy, adorin’ these women (I love ’em)
Pull out some Molly, bet all of them with it
If I take you shoppin’, make sure it’s expensive (cash up)
Nothin’ feel better than knowin’ that pussy for me (mine)
I’ve been a wolf in these streets
I hold my own in it, ain’t nobody took it from me (nobody)
I get women you wouldn’t believe
Eye on that money, I’m gon’ get high with your honey
Might take a trip out of the country
Know I got hoes, she not findin’ it funny
Her brain is so good, I can’t ride with no dummy
I only see you in Prada, not bummy
I’m from the streets, but your momma gon’ love me
I told her, "I never run out of this money"
Fall back on your homies, a lot of them love me
It’s ’bout to get ugly

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more?
Why you won’t listen no more?
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick?
Don’t be shy, no, up and down
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out (don’t be actin’ fake)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why? (Better not, ha)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Tell ’em)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Won’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Perfect, that might not describe you (it might)
I need a word, that’s much better
I’m tryna get back up inside you (oh)
Know they gon’ hate on the way that we slide through
I don’t know nothin’, I know ’bout survival (survival)
Why the hell women only fuck with lames? (Lames)
Used to the trains, ain’t been on no planes (nope)
Really thinkin’ all these niggas the same
After I hit it, I’m pickin’ your brain (I’m in)
I wanna know what you like
I wanna know if you smoke, am I strokin’ tonight? (Oh)
Picture us both gettin’ low on a flight
Love is a gamble, I’m rollin’ the dice
When you Snapchat, you takin’ pictures with my chain on
Club rockin’, but I ain’t goin’ (no)
Your shit get wetter than the rain pourin’
I’m tryna splash (splash)
I’m wonderin’ why we not friends? (Not one)
If you ask me, it kind of depends
I done got nasty with lots of her friends
I keep it a hunnid, don’t gotta pretend (no)
I be so blunted, I got to go in
I’m here for women, won’t acknowledge no men (no)
Was kind of drunk, but shawty got in the Benz (ooh)
Promise, stick with me, you probably gon’ win

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Tell me that)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’ (I been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect (you deserve it)

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick?
Don’t be shy, no, up and down (don’t be shy)
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here (right here, uh)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out (better not)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why? (No, no)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Tell me that)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Don’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go (damn)
Away, away, away, I’ve been (been away)
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Outro: Dave East]
Perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
Perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect

[Intro]
Hey

[Hook]
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is all, all

[Verse]
I can’t go through my day
Without you crossing my mind
Them flashbacks be having me
Going insane
I need it now I can’t lie
The way you do what you do got me feeling
Some type of way (some type of way)
The way you do what you do got me wanting
You more each day
Each day, cause

[Hook]
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is all, all

[Outro]
All, all
The way you do what you do got me feeling
Some type of way
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is
The way you do what you do

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
There we go
Ha ha ha
(Renegade)
Ha ha ha

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Phone off, it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
[?] my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When the album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs til’ I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low temp nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I just did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
New car so I’m gonna leave him
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a roll one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got a [?] but he flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the re-up on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Outro: Dave East]
Bag that up

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
There we go
Ha ha ha
(Renegade)
Ha ha ha

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Phone off, it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
[?] my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When the album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs til’ I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low temp nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I just did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
New car so I’m gonna leave him
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a roll one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got a [?] but he flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the re-up on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Outro: Dave East]
Bag that up

[Intro: Nas]
We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that;
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch

[Hook: Dave East]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it

[Hook]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

[Outro: Nas]
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king