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[Verse 1]
I just wanna live, like I wanna live
I don’t wanna hurt nobody
You know what it is, just a little ?
But it really don’t mean a thing
Pull up with my girls, livin’ with my girls
And I don’t know where you gon’ fit in
Blessin’ and a curse, I’mma be the first
To take take this like this

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know what you do ?
But I never know what the night brings
And love is all about timing

[Chorus]
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson

Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
I got a confession, got a confession

[Verse 2]
Can we just live in the moment
Not worry about where it’s going
Don’t get too deep, baby focus, focus
I know I can be deceiving
Don’t be caught up in your feelings
Just ’cause I gave you that feeling
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know what you do ?
But I never know what the night brings
And love is all about timing, yeah

[Chorus]
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson

Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
I got a confession, got a confession

[Bridge]
Got a confession, got a confession
Got a confession, got a confession
Got a confession, got a confession

[Chorus]
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson
I got a confession, got a confession
Maybe one day I’mma learn my lesson

Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
Everytime you hit my phone up, you say you need company
I got a confession, got a confession

[Intro]
People knowing that we lit, n***a
They knowing that we lit

[Verse]
Switch flows
Switch cars, I switch hoes
My shit goes
Ready to pop like crystal
These diamonds on me dancin’ like we at the disco
No red light
You hear the shots, come and get low, ’cause

[Chorus]
Money coming in, people knowing that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon die for this shit
That’s some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain’t no surprise, they all love you when you rich
Money coming in, people knowing that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon die for this shit
That’s some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain’t no surprise, they all love you when you rich

[Verse]
Rich as a bitch
Money coming in, my pocket Lilo and Stitch
Flooded the Patek, you see it shine on my wrist
You’d think I was a mess, I’m living my life like this
Put her in Chanel, she taking flights on a trip
I turn up at my show, get the bag, and then I dip

Lil n***a, I got my weight up
Flexing on the competition who tried to play us
Now we on, you n****s just gotta pay up
And I ain’t done, I’m balling like I layup

[Verse 1]
Close, naked, skin on skin
Tears are falling
Tears of joy
Her first boy
His first girl
Makes a change

[Chorus]
In a world full of nothing
Though it’s not love, it means something

[Verse 2]
She’s lonely
And he says it’s for her only
That he lusts
She doesn’t trust him
Nothing is true
But he will do

[Chorus]
In a world full of nothing
Though it’s not love, it means something

[Bridge]
It’s easy to slip away and believe it all
It’s easy to slip away and believe it all
It’s easy to slip away and believe it all
It’s easy to slip away and believe it all

[Outro]
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something
Though it’s not love, it means something

[Intro: Baka]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
Yeah, slidin’ down yo block, big Glock in my underwear
Police pull me over right now, I’m gon’ get the chair
This a dirty game, if you gon’ play, you gotta stay aware
Niggas doin’ all that talkin’, ain’t no action, how I know you scared
Takin’ trips, private jet, fly the goons to Paris
All this damn… damn designer I don’t even wear it
Came straight out the jungle, lions, tigers, bears, I ain’t scared
My aura different, just somethin’ ’bout me, niggas can’t compare

[Verse 1]
Ayy, yeah, niggas be singin’ like PnB Rock
Yellow duct tape, we don’t need no chalk
Put holes in a nigga, look like Crocs
Bird gang shit, all the birds gon’ flock
Be with them eagles, a couple of hawks
My niggas deceivin’ like fuck what you thought
Ain’t sparin’ these niggas, I’m takin’ ’em all
No love for a bitch, I just bust in her jaw
Fuck that bitch so good I can cheat, she ain’t gon’ go nowhere
Try to snatch these chains, you gon’ die, nigga, I double dare
Popped too many Percs like it’s J, I don’t do no heroin
My heart in the streets ’til I die like we fuckin’ married
I know these broke ass niggas can’t stand me (Ooh, they can’t stand me)
I got a stick, that bitch come in handy (Come in, come in handy)
I’m so hot, don’t know how I’m landin’ (Don’t know how I’m landing)
Before you judge, try to understand me

[Chorus]
Yeah, slidin’ down yo block, big Glock in my underwear
Police pull me over right now, I’m gon’ get the chair
This a dirty game, if you gon’ play, you gotta stay aware
Niggas doin’ all that talkin’, ain’t no action, how I know you scared
Takin’ trips, private jet, fly the goons to Paris
All this damn… damn designer I don’t even wear it
Came straight out the jungle, lions, tigers, bears, I ain’t scared
My aura different, just somethin’ ’bout me, niggas can’t compare

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 1: Duece Poppi]
Look way, way, way deep south, boy
Hoes, clothes, and bankrolls what we ’bout, boy
I’m from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can’t stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind, boy
I gets loose like I’m fresh up out that pen, boy
The last of a dying breed like ‘Pac said
I got bread, got something that’ll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south know I’m on fire
28’s chrome, fuck a hundred, smoke [?]
I know you pimp tight, pimpin’, but I pimp tighter
Getting bread, got it made like Special Ed
Them hollow tips at your head, bitch, I bet you dead
24’s on the Wagon, that’s that G Benz
Two 44’s looking like Siamese twins

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
See, I’ma get this money
Rich everywhere and however it goes
And let me tell you something
If you owe me money, might as well owe the double-yo
So see, JAY-Z and JD might have told you money ain’t a thing
But that means money’s everything and for that money y’all make, them choppers sing
I’ll make them coppers bring
That yellow tape ’cause the whole thing
Can turn into a homicide scene if you fuck with the cream, mane
And I know Trick
And I know his click
But I let you slip, I let you slide
But I hope you motherfuckers don’t think I’ma let you die
Surprise, Pitbull get the last laugh
And whoever laughs last laughs the hardest
Whether now or later, y’all gonna pay me back regardless

[Interlude: Pitbull]
And y’all can take THAT to the bank, motherfuckers

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 3: Plies]
Nigga, I’m from down here where everything fucked up
And every other month, the dope prices going up
And either you thugging down here or you in the church
‘Cause how I’m living, ain’t nothing like you see on BET
These crackers found five dead in the last week
So if you a pussy nigga, you better get the fuck out these streets
These young niggas 16 and 17 going Fed
These crackers hitting these young niggas with 20-year bids
How the fuck you get indicted? You never had a quarter brick
But down here, that’s how these pussy crackers play shit
And where I’m from, we respect Chevys more than we do Bentleys
‘Cause a motherfucking Bentley can’t fit them 26’s
And that money come a little faster out here in the south
We got the corner, nigga, and got our own dope house
And you can find me with a white tee with my pants dropped
With four at the bottom, pussy nigga, and four at the top

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy