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[Intro]
I want you to freak me through the night until the morn’
And it’s the way your body boom booms through the night
Boom boom, I want you to freak

[Verse 1]
You steal my attention with one look in my direction
Obsession, you got me
I can’t quit, you’re my addiction
Keep doing what you’re doing, don’t stop
Tell me you can read my bad thoughts
Get closer and listen
Electric in this position

[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t help how much our bodies get along
I like you pushin’ up on me, touching me

[Chorus]
I want you to freak me through the night until the morn’
And it’s the way your body boom boom
Hit me right down to the floor
And I want you to freak me everyday, coming back for more
And I like when we boom boom through the night, boom boom
I want you to freak
I want you to freak

[Verse 2]
You got me at attention
With one look in my direction
Perfection, it got me
We got that instant connection
Keep doing what you’re doing, don’t stop
Tell me you can read my bad thoughts
Get closer and listen
Electric, switch up position

[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t help how much our bodies get along
I like you pushin’ up on me, touching me

[Chorus]
I want you to freak me through the night until the morn’
And it’s the way your body boom boom
Hit me right down to the floor
And I want you to freak me everyday, coming back for more
And I like when we boom boom through the night, boom boom
I want you to freak
I want you to freak
I want you to freak
I want you to freak

[Verse 3]
Yo shorty, swing my way
We can f-r-e-a-k
My prerogative is to show you where i live
We can bump, we can grind, we can party to this

[Chorus]
I want you to freak me through the night until the morn’
And it’s the way your body boom boom
Hit me right down to the floor
And I want you to freak me everyday, coming back for more
And I like when we boom boom through the night, boom boom
I want you to freak
I want you to freak
I want you to freak
I want you to freak

[Intro: Sample]
In a music field you got people who really are into the occult and into Satan. And then you got some who probably playing games, but no matter how you cut it – they’re propagating Satan, they’re propagating the demonic line, the occultic world and I think it’s a devastating thing on our country-

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, one-two
Yeah, one-two
One-two (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
Yeah, one-two
Yeah
Yeah, Gore Elohim
Ill Bill, look

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Watch the semi-automatic air the fucking world out
Big shit I’m hitting every house like I’m a girl scout
I don’t trust a soul homie, I’m throwing this referral out
Jail monster dumbbells concentration curls out
Bloodbath headshot tell em through a telegram
Samhain an idiom Hashem upon a Pentagram
Duality of two triangles is the hexagram
Scheming on you (???????) like a mexican
Nighthawk custom made shells and a vest
And my OG sitting in a cell and he stressed
Doing 2301 and he smell and depressed
And the sun sets here but it fell in the west
Ask about me homie I will aim at the throne
Say goodnight to the bad guy Razor Ramon
You ain’t on my level, not an honorable mention
And this bullet focused on you undivided attention, doma

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
Twelve tribes of Israel, 12.5 for half a block of fishscale
Let me get a sniff there ??????????? feel I can trust you
Make me feel like than scene from Scarface, I’ll crush you
Fuck fight Fuck ???? Fuck love too
Pop you in the stomach like, boom, I bring doom
I’m that MF Goon, my shooters look like John Hamm
What the fuck is happening the world has gone ham
I can’t believe it’s bacon, bayonets attached to AKs
What’s shaking, go get your cake in
We move indistinguishably, discreetly
Withing the shadows we decide what the streets see
A cross between Tony Yayo and Roy DeMeo
Bandana Scott Baio, Machete Danny Trejo
Idi Amin sword pentagram slayer
Never trust a fiend who swear he’ll pay for that gram later

[Verse 3: Goretex]
I’m on Venice beach ripping waves, whores and selling leak
Got a hunded project animals, we dying to eat
We activists fuck these dividents in Panama bucks
Futuristic my shooters roll up in Amazon trucks
Circus of power rocky dentist kids of powder
Topple regime like Nicky Scarfo, Betty White the sour
Cocaine barrels produced in rain forests from pharaohs
Uncle Howie taught me how to cut the juice with the flour
Consumer racketeer rap Norman Lear stickups in 89′ gear
Focus on the Gods in the field
Bricks like betty whip Mr Majestic hit, heavy metal shit
Dashiki and slacks run some crazy eddie shit
Half feminist, half Salvie Testa ravioli stretcher
Inverted church we out to lunch take our holy measures
Shoppers of medicine you register vegetable
Like an Ed repka painting I come to life when I’m deading you

[Outro: Sample]
Across this country and Canada, satanic graffiti is turning up on public buildings and abandoned buildings. The police suspects secret meetings are being held by people calling themselves “Satanists”, people who worship the devil. Most often found – the inverted five pointed satanic pentagram, the upside down cross, the evil eye, references to Babylon and the Devil’s number – 666

[Intro: Fix Dot’M]
Uh, we’re gonna steam roll ‘em on this one, real talk
Jheez, Fix, wow, What you don’t know my name?
Fix Dot’M

[Verse 1: Fix Dot’M]
Ah, I can take your pain way
Like Sylar remove your headtop, take your brain away
Fuck a rainy day, cuz I blatantly rave
I was made to stay
I be getting it hard, so I’m spending it, DNA chain
My God, they frozen my blood in my necklace
We roll up, me, buck and eff’ing Giggs
Start dumping, pitch niggas, sever wigs
And if you bitch niggas ever snitch
I’ve got something that’ll take the tip off the Everest
Look, I’ll take the piss out of everything
Spit ‘til the shit click, spit ‘til I’ve emptied it
Slip something out, then slip something in again, raaah
Tooly’ll injure him
This ain’t a movie try picturing
Look, but don’t try pitching me
‘cause this shit buss like 63 (get it), come on stick with me
Listen my punches are insane, they drop nice on your ear like an earring
Mind I take you to the streets where I grind work
I can tell you how to eat, not on my turf
Show you how a 9 work
Show you how 1 shot will let a nigga float like an iceberg
Jheez

[Chorus: Giggs & Fix Dot’M]
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Jheez!
These niggas know my partner, colt 4 fizzy’s my devoted barker
Talked up first, Ima load it after
Have your white tee looking like a squashed “tomatah”
Roll through gaza, phone on charge
Buck boys ringing me, told me park up (skrrt)
Sluts eyes digging me, loads of laughter
Make moves and my pockets will be bulging after
MMM!
Right now Im cane’in the underground
Me, Hollowman, coz I came with another sound
Yea I got straps, but I ain’t one of them loud mother fuckers that be waving a gun around
Jheez!
When my shotty raise up, and you spot gets sprayed up
It will make your little pussio posse wake up
I’ll lock it and pop it, then blow out, chill out
With a zoobie while sipping convousier cups, ooo
Violent squad, silent shot, and Im fresh of the island what
Walk in a stylish top and the bird on its looking kinda Lyle and Scott, what
Hand on my knife, YG left, Spen stands on the right
And I got my gang on a hype
Rolling round to Movado screaming out “Gangsta Fi Life”

[Chorus: Giggs & Fix Dot’M]
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung

I dare you to love me
The pretty and the ugly
If you’re alone, I’ll make it better
We could be alone together

Oh, I could really like it
Maybe we could carve it in the woods
Oh, flowers in the spring time
Love me in the meantime, wish you would

But if we’re all alone in a crowded room
Maybe we could be alone, just me and you
Baby, if you jump, then I’ll jump too

I dare you to love me
The pretty and the ugly
If you’re alone, I’ll make it better
We could be alone together

Oh, strangers in the nighttime
There’s never a right time to say hello/sing along
Yeah, everyone’s your best friend ’til you get to know them
But I know you

{Pre-Chorus]
And if we’re all alone in a crowded room
Maybe we could be alone, just me and you
Baby, if you jump, then I’ll jump too

I dare you to love me
The pretty and the ugly
If you’re alone, I’ll make it better
We could be alone together

I dare you to love me
The pretty and the ugly
If you’re alone, I’ll make it better
We could be alone
We could be alone
We could be alone together

[Intro: Juicy J]
Shut the fuck up!
Yeah mane
We still gettin’ this paper
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J]
Jump to a check, aw, hittin’ cash, hit it n’ dash (yeah, yeah)
Flash, she a dancer (flash, she a dancer)
Stack it and fold em’ (stack it and fold!)
Forty-two acres (oh yeah)
Fuck on my neighbor (uh)
Told her don’t say shit (say, say, say)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg I’m stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That’s my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah, yeah)
Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Really off balance, heard they got talent (uh)
Really ecstatic, boo walkin’ backwards (uh)
Plane it got wood floors on the cabinet
Hit the flight attendant diamond status
Keep a actress on the addicts daily
Looking like Boogie Nights in the 80’s, aye

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J]
Jump to a check, aw, hittin’ cash (yeah ho!)
Hit it n’ dash (yeah ho!)
Flash, she a dancer (yeah ho!)
Stack it and fold em’ (yeah ho!)
Forty-two acres (yeah ho!, okay)
Fuck on my neighbor (yeah ho!)
Told her don’t say shit (yeah ho!)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (yeah ho!)
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg I’m stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That’s my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah, yeah)
Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I go live like Kodak (like Kodak)
Niggas keep down fuck Xanax (Fuck that)
I kill shit what’s next (What’s next)
Nick can’t stop my flex (Can’t stop that)
She told me to put it on her chest (Right there)
She even want no check (No check)
Cartier on me like Offset (Offset)
Ain’t even gotta rap, nigga, I’m set
Get to a check (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t even cash (Ain’t even cash)
Lookin’ Fresh to death like I stepped up out a casket (out a casket)
I’m gon take my shot you gon’ pass it (You gon’ pass)
My bitch classy and she look just like Cassie
But she nasty
I’m Fucked up still buzzed
Fill up a cup
Woke up like what the fuck
Let’s turn up (yeah)
Fuck a buzz, yeah, I need drugs lets turn up yeah
Keep a torch, yeah
I’m a dog you a mutt, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J, Both]
Jump to a check, aw, hittin’ cash
Hit it n’ dash (yeah, yeah)
Flash, she a dancer (woo)
Stack it and fold em’ (uh, uh)
Forty-two acres (uh, okay)
Fuck on my neighbor (yeah, okay)
Told her don’t say shit (damn, uh)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg I’m stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That’s my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short
Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah)