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[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
I’m nervous what this might turn into
Know my skin glows whenever I see ya

[Chorus]
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’

[Verse 1]
I fuck up like everyday
I fuck up in every way
I fuck up like when I pull up on Sunday at Chick-Fil-A
My dark twisted fantasy, beautiful insanity
When the rain pours, I’m the one you call your canopy
Face be moisturized, sun keep beamin’ on your thighs
In Hawaii lookin’ fly, my obsession multiplies
Butter on my fingers I’m nothing like Jerry Rice
When you glow, that’s how I glow
So my feelings they pay the price

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
I’m nervous what this might turn into
Know my skin glows whenever I see ya

[Chorus]
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’

[Verse 2]
Is this shit forever?
Where’s the evidence?
Should I even bother?
I guess that’s confidence
We sippin’ sake soakin’ sun so sofa’s never comfy
So sorry summer’s over but you still my lil mommy
I wake up, then get up
Graveyard shift ’til 5
You stay up, then we fuck
You always down to ride
When she do the tip drill, throw it like a pinwheel
My problems only minor, nonexistent like a kids’ wheel

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
I’m nervous what this might turn into
Know my skin glows whenever I see ya

[Chorus]
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’

[Intro]
Hey!
Getting the cash and shit
Doing the dash and shit
Hey, Yeah, Woah
The Lab Cook

[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on ’em like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (cooling smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt skrt)

[Verse 1]
High like the attic
I’m in LA, need a pound of the cookie
She a fiend, she a addict
She got and old nigga, but that nigga a rookie (that nigga a rookie)
Spend some green on the fabric
Now she trying to pull up, trying to give me the good shit (trying to give me the good shit)
I’ma go ahead and smash it
Now a nigga bugging out over some pussy (over some pussy, hey!)
Aye, diamonds shining now they can’t overlook me
I had to go and make a plan for the guap (plan for the guap)
He be acting like the man, he not (he not)
She’s like what’s the flashing on your hand, the rocks (hand, the rocks)
Do the dash and she like where’s the top (where’s the top)
Mansion looking like the stairs don’t stop
Fuck the fashion I like bands a lot (bands a lot)

[Chorus]
Aye, I be (hey)
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (I be coolin smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it

[Verse 2]
Aye, I might fuck around and pass it
Just like D. Will, Steve Nash and them (D. Will, Steve Nash and them)
Money on me like it’s tatted
I got way too much cash to spend (too much cash)
They be talking all that stattic
When we run down we catching them (we cathing them)
Damn shawty you a bad bitch
I’m trying to run down, what’s happening? (run down, what’s happening?)
Hey, young nigga getting the money, they mad at him
We was running off with them O’s by the school (O’s y the school)
Nigga I don’t owe nothing to you (owe nothing to you)
In the coupe, but I’m trying to get two (trying to get two)
Wake up and it’s payday (payday)
All my niggas with the stain gang (stain gang)
Hit a lick, gotta maintain yeah (gotta maintain, yeah)

[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch (magic)
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt)

[Verse 1]
I’m dying to see you
You know what I’m fiending for
The only one to get to me
Only one to get this close

[Chorus]
So I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I just need you near
No matter how, just make it here
Now

[Verse 2]
How does it feel
When you’re roaming ’round my mind?
To be the only one
That knows what’s inside

[Chorus 2]
I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I just need you near
No matter how, just make it here

(I want you to come here)
I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I want you to come here (I want you)
I want you to come here (So please baby come here)
I want you to come here

[Chorus 3]
So I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I just need you near
No matter how, just make it here

[Chorus: LA Priest]
You’ve waited long, forever
A heart is worth the weather
You should go out and get her
And learn to love together

[Verse 1]
I fucked things up
I see it in this cup (yeah)
I didn’t mean to suck, I’m stuck
Sometimes I’m just too honest, admittin’ that it’s common
I should’ve used my common sense
So now I’ve gots to vent (yeah)
I can’t stand ya, but I want ya
We s’posed to be together forever

[Pre-Chorus]
Leaking from the pain, need a band-aid (hey!)
You’re the main thing I need to maintain (whoo!)
Almost had my baby, need a damn drink (damn drink)
Swimmin’ through your feelings, how I stay sane (stay sane)
You’re the one I need, I hope this really works (really works)
‘Cuz everything I need is always in your purse (purse)
Back again, yeah I’m back again (back)
I truly miss when you and me were only friends (yee)
When it was just innocent (yeah)
And we ain’t have a past (true)
Sometimes I wish we could skip
To the part where we all just laugh (yeah)

[Chorus: LA Priest]
You’ve waited long, forever
A heart is worth the weather
You should go out and get her
And learn to love together

[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna be at your wedding (no)
I wanna be in your wedding (yuh)
Matter of fact, call down L. Joe
So he can sweedle-dee at your wedding (sweedle-dee dee dee)
But if this don’t work out (yeah)
I might have to go and work out (yuh)
Even if I’m late I’ma keep her
I’m a college dropout (true)
I’ma work this all out (yeah)
I’ma get my thoughts out (bitch)
I’ma kick them thoughts out (yeah)
Block all the numbers so I never get a text out (oh yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Leaking from the pain, need a band-aid (band-aid)
You’re the main thing I need to maintain (maintain)
Almost had my baby, need a damn drink (a damn drink)
Swimmin’ through your feelings, how I stay sane (I stay sane)
You’re the one I need, I hope this really works (really works)
Everything I need is always in your purse (in your purse)
Back again (yuh), yeah I’m back again (I’m back)
My life around common, I miss when we were friends (sorry)
When it was just innocent (sorry)
And we ain’t have a past (damn)
I wanna skip to the part
Where you and me laying on our backs (yeah)

[Chorus: LA Priest]
You’ve waited long, forever
A heart is worth the weather
You should go out and get her
And learn to love together

[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
And that’s all folks!
*Laughter* Ta-ta now

[Intro]
Boston

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
24, now 24, mhm
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Ass fat, bring it right back
I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
Imma be here if I be here
That’s your car note on my wrist

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore, my wrist sore
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one (no one!)
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
I re-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
She offer me some pussy my finesse
My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

[Outro: Aminé]
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm