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[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1]
Too many brothers falling
Too many mothers cry
Too many prayers have bounced back from the sky
Too much talk and too much cheat
Too many fathers losin’ sleep
Too many broken hearts we can’t make right

[Chorus]
We need love, love, love
We’ve gotta fight for, we’ve gotta fight for
Love, love, love
We’ve got a right to, we’ve got a right to
Love, love, love
It’s the only thing
There just ain’t enough of
There just ain’t enough of

[Verse 2]
Too many bridges burnin’, too many battle lines
Too many wounded dreamers left behind
Too much time spent buildin’ walls
Was what we found worth what we lost?
Too many pages that we can’t rewrite

[Chorus]
We need love, love, love
We’ve gotta fight for, we’ve gotta fight for
Love, love, love
We’ve got a right to, we’ve got a right to
Love, love, love
It’s the only thing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
There just ain’t enough of
There just ain’t enough of

[Bridge]
(All we need, all we need is a little love)
Oh, oh, yeah
(All we need, all we need is a little love)
All we need is a little love
(All we need, all we need is a little love)
Ooh
(We need love, love, love, a little love)
(All we need, all we need is a little love)
All we need is love, yeah

[Outro]
Too much talk and too much cheat
(All we need, all we need is a little love)
Too many fathers losing sleep
Too many broken hearts we can’t make right
(All we need, all we need is a little love)
Oh, we need love, love, love
It’s the only thing
There just ain’t enough of

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
You know I’ve been searchin’ for someone
I’ve been lookin’, uh, for the perfect one
Who could share that special love with me
Mrs. Perfect
And your eyes have that glow
She had that glow though
Could it be your face I see on my computer screen
Could it be?
Uh, yeah
Go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I was in the jail thinking ’bout my problems
Like all the niggas, when I get out, I’ma rob ’em (Han)
Shit was hard, up and down, it was ’09 (Nine)
Lookin’ through this magazine, she was so fine
Pretty brown, black bitch with a draft pick
High, yellow thick chick with an accent (Yellow)
I told her, “I ain’t ever seen another cuter” (No)
Good brain, she don’t even need a tutor (Wow)
Fuck the shooter, I’ll shoot a nigga, shoot ’em (Bah bah)
Long money, I don’t even need a ruler (Wow)
Big dawg, I ain’t even been a poodle (Grr)
So much ice on my bitch, she need a cooler (Brr, brr)
And I just stirred the P’s like Luda (Like Luda)
But drop it low like you be doin’ on that computer (Compu, compu)
You want a loan, get your love, I want computer love (Hah)
So drop it low and back it back like a computer does (Wow)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Gucci Mane]
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn’t wanna turn off
That’s that computer love (Guwop)

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber & Gucci Mane]
Hit you up on the laptop (Laptop)
I told you meet me at the last spot, you went with me, fell in love
Didn’t take long for you to gain my trust, no
With all that I’ve been through, you make it simple
I never thought I would meet an angel
Until I met you (You), until I met you (Go)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I’ma put you on the rocks (Bling)
Nobody fuckin’ with the Wops (Brr)
Baby give me all that she got
Share it with me, we gon’ throw it all in the pot (Hot, hot)
This the type of love more than physical (Hot)
When a king get a queen, he invicible (Han)
Fought the system every level, it was critical (Ha)
Fuck the feds, state, civil, and municipals (Fuck ’em)
Even then, through computers I was kissin’ you (Mwah)
Remember through the computer, I would visit you (Me)
Daydreamin’ ’bout us fuckin’ in your living room (Uh)
Doin’ push ups ’cause I know you ’bout to visit soon (Grr)
I’m from the 6, I grew up in the worst trap (Zone)
I’m way too rich, babe, to fall for a thirst trap (Huh?)
Plus I know the grass ain’t greener on the other side (No)
‘Cause my house so big, I rarely see the other side (Wow)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Gucci Mane]
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn’t wanna turn off
That’s that computer love (Yeah)

[Outro]
Computer love, computer love
Computer love, comp- love
Computerized, digital love
Computerized
A beautiful love

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[Intro]
He’s heating up
Oh damn

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your bop, woaday
She gon’ bust it open for a nigga in designer
That’s gon’ be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the nigga that’s gon’ probably wine and dine her
I’ma take her home only usin’ one-liners

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Pull up in an navigator truck, Excursion
Bad bitch on the side of me, half Persian
I don’t got a car, but I got car service
So many chains, make a, uh, feel nervous
Wait, I meant to say my chick from Nicaragua
Put her on the team ’cause we both makin’ dollars
Hit her with the stroke, get her wet like aqua
If she was a bop, I would hit, then I’ll drop her
Hang with the bros ’cause you know blood thicker
I miss my vros, so we pour more liquor
And you don’t want smoke, you don’t want no Swisher
‘Cause you don’t want war with a South Florida nigga
Miami-Dade on my motherfuckin’ back
I’m Polo’d down to the socks to the nutsack
It’s R.I.P. X and R.I.P. Tree
I’ma do it for my dawg, this for all of my G’s

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday
She gon’ bust it open for a nigga in designer
That’s gon’ be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the nigga that’s gon’ probably wine and dine her
I’ma take her home only usin’ one-liners

[Verse 2: Kiddo Marv]
Bossed up, came a long way from bein’ a manager
Glocks up with the sticks and the clips lookin’ like banana-na
Never pay for pussy, these bitches ain’t gettin’ nuh-uh
My name alone gon’ make me press on your ho like a button
In my city ridin’ vert to Uzi, Lil Uzi Vert
Every week another funeral, only time we go to church
Runnin’ all these rappers down a check, they wanna splurge it
Step up in the scene, so fresh, so clean, like a detergent
Quick to cut a pussy nigga up just like a surgeon
I’ma need a Perky ’cause a young nigga be hurtin’
Slidin’ like a Taliban with a turban
Pull up all black in a suburban
‘Cause he ain’t die, so we gotta slide back my grill
Pay my young nigga to get you whacked for five figures
They gon’ rip him, flip him, cut his ass up
Put him in a box, and ship him, yup

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday
She gon’ bust it open for a nigga in designer
That’s gon’ be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the nigga that’s gon’ probably wine and dine her
I’ma take her home only usin’ one-liners

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[Intro]
Nothin’ but tutti-fruity
Get on the floor if you got that booty, booty
Nothin’ but tutti-fruity
Get on the floor if you got that booty, booty
FnZ
Oh damn

[Chorus]
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front

[Verse 1]
She throw it back, hands on her knees
I got the racks, so bust the cheeks
She love to dance, but not for free
So name the price, I’ll pay the fee
You know that ass want it, I put this cash on it
The way you bounce that ass, you make them bitches mad, don’t you?
You want somebody to come and take care your niece, huh?
‘Cause you a bad bitch and you don’t fuck with fleas, huh?
Hello?

[Pre-Chorus]
Here’s a little something ’bout a bitch like me
Rule number one, don’t touch my weave
If I ain’t pass, don’t puff my weed
Niggas with money is all I need

[Chorus]
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front

[Verse 2]
You want somebody that will take you overseas, yeah
You want them ass shots, and want some double D’s, yeah
You want all diamonds, tryna make your neck freeze, yeah
You want Chanel bags and want some double G’s, yeah
You got that shit all in your bag
Got your ex on the side looking mad
You want somebody to come and take care your niece, huh?
‘Cause you a bad bitch and you don’t fuck with fleas, huh?
Hello?

[Pre-Chorus]
Here’s a little something ’bout a bitch like me
Rule number one, don’t touch my weave
If I ain’t pass, don’t puff my weed
Niggas with money is all I need

[Chorus]
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front
She gon’ shake that ass ’cause she only live once
She gon’ smoke a blunt, then vibe to the front

[Outro: Sam Sneak]
Now shake that ass, bitch
And let me see what you got, now let me see what you got
Now shake that ass, bitch
And let me see what you got, and let me see what you got
Now drop it down, drop it down, bust it open for me
Now drop it down, drop it down, bust it open for me
Now drop it down, drop it down, bust it open for me
Now drop it down, drop it down, bust it open for me

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[Intro]
You know, being from Dade County
We do the fly shit naturally, man
We do the stuntin’ shit naturally, why?
Huh, ’cause we blendin’ in with the environment man, haha
Ayy
FnZ
Oh damn
South Florida might the most beautifulest place in the land, homie
Look at all these bad bitches
How can you not ride with one in the drop?
How can you not catch a stunt in the most perfectest weather the Earth’s got?

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
A real-ass nigga from the 305
I was raised off of Trina, Trick, Rick, and Plies
When it comes to that green shit, I am anti
‘Cause I’d rather see a man live than a man die
Run down or you run track, oh, that boy cat
Get the gat, make it go brrat, leave that boy flat
All black, make the back block look like Baghdad
Play the track, it’s a special way I fold my flag, uh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Hear the bass down the block ’cause the trunk keep knockin’
Got them bushidō blades ’cause the rims keep choppin’
UM for the swag to get Miami poppin’
You could smoke a lil’ weed long as you ain’t flockin’
Put Dade on the map, gotta stay with a strap
Stay away from a roach ’cause they raidin’ the trap
I’m the Raiden of rap when they tell that boy, “Finish him”
It’s nothin’ but fatalities, them crackers gon’ sentence ’em, huh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Outro]
It depends on if the bitches feel like playin’ today
But you know they always with it, Curry, hah
Ayy, I’m out this bitch, man, Yayo