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[Chorus]
I know that nigga left you lonely
But girl that nigga was my homie
The way you threw that pussy on me
I should’ve known it

[Verse]
Put it like this I’m here right now
But I know when he go and call your phone
You gonna hit em with lies
Homie don’t even seem to even know right now
But it’s over now cause she’s going down
Like oh my god
I put it down oh for sure
She gonna want me to run up in it raw
If she try to take my rubber off
She’s gonna turn around and blame that shit on you
You seem to fear what we got going
Call me up we’re fucking ‘til the morning
I’mma be so sincere I’ll whisper to them lips
You ain’t gotta take no drugs I’ll get you so damn lit

[Verse]
Third time I called you this week
Does he really know you a freak
Who am I to judge the way you..
But girl you keep on fuckin up my sheets
You know exactly what you want
I’m down to play if it’s co-op
I cannot tell you I love you
Cause she just wanna roll with a nigga for the night
Smoke a paper plane and take off into flight
Girl you gotta go yeah you can’t spend the night
And that Uber is for you yeah you motherfucking right
Baby girl you must be out your mind
Thinking that you’re gonna stay this time

[Verse 1]
I just needed pieces of your loving
We was young and you was out there clubbing
Hate to be the topic of discussion
Now you hatin’ it and then you love me
I call up the phone when you need me
You hopped on a flight can’t accede me
I know I make it hard to believe me
And nobody say it’d be easy

[Chorus]
Baby some gotta give
Say you hate it how I live
Say that I’m the only one
Can I take you to the crib

Baby some gotta give
Say you hate it how I live
Say that I’m the only one
Can I take you to the crib

[Verse 2]
Feelin passion in the pain
They be pourin’ when it rain
Alcohol just let it go
They could never be the same
Put some honey in the bank tho
You should spend the shit on [?]
Tell my niggas that we right here
Now she wanna spend nights over
Now she wanna talk feelings
Let me fuck her, let me feel me
Drugs got me to the ceiling
If it’s real let me feel it
Baby this me this ain’t nothing new
These niggas getting to comfortable
I couldn’t picture me trusting you
I couldn’t picture me trusting you

[Chorus]
Baby some gotta give
Say you hate it how I live
Say that I’m the only one
Can I take you to the crib

Baby some gotta give
Say you hate it how I live
Say that I’m the only one
Can I take you to the crib

[Bridge]
Can I take you home
Baby don’t lie
I know you hate being alone
Give it a try
Send a text on her phone
And I’ll be right there

Can I take you home
Baby don’t lie
I know you hate being alone
Give it a try
Send a text on her phone
And I’ll be right there

[Chorus]
Baby some gotta give
Say you hate it how I live
Say that I’m the only one
Can I take you to the crib

Baby some gotta give
Say you hate it how I live
Say that I’m the only one
Can I take you to the crib

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
You might see my baby in the trap, gettin’ shit
I wanna see, elbows hangin’ out the window (hangin’ out the window)
Man, I super love this bitch
Niggas hatin’ on your boy ’cause they know I got a winner ( know got a winner)
Got a winner and I get up in her, too hard
Good God, I be havin’ her for dinner (be havin’ her for dinner, yeah)
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Tell them niggas they gon’ have to learn today

[Chorus: Chris Brown & T-Pain]
That’s classic you, oh (you, that’s my hoe)
You be mobbin’ in this bitch (yeah, in this bitch)
You be vibin’ in this bitch
Zero fucks, baby, you don’t give a shit (yeah)
That’s classic you, oh (that’s you, yeah, that’s my hoe)
You be mobbin’ in this bitch (oh yeah, yeah)
You be vibin’ in this bitch (oh yeah, yeah)
Zero fucks, baby, you don’t give a shit
That’s classic you

[Verse 2: Chris Brown & T-Pain]
You might see my baby in the Wraith (skrrt, skrrt)
Back seat pimpin’, nigga, I gotta have a driver (gotta have a driver)
Know the money in the stripper face
Bring that bitch home, give that ass a couple dollars (couple dollars)
Couple dollars, she want a couple dollars (dollars, dollars)
She the head bitch in charge, fuck a nigga, don’t bother (don’t bother)
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Tell them niggas, they gon’ have to learn today

[Chorus: Chris Brown & T-Pain]
That’s classic you, oh (classic you, that’s my hoe)
You be mobbin’ in this bitch (yeah, in this bitch)
You be vibin’ in this bitch (yeah)
Zero fucks baby, you don’t give a shit
That’s classic you, oh (you, you, you, that’s my hoe)
You be mobbin’ in this bitch (oh, baby, baby, yeah)
You be vibin’ in this bitch
Zero fucks baby, you don’t give a shit
That’s classic you (you)

[Bridge: T-Pain]
My bitch be holdin’ on to the gun (that’s my hoe)
My bitch will pull a razor blade out her garms (that’s my hoe)
Yeah, my bitch be holdin’ on to the gun (that’s my hoe)
Oh yeah, my bitch ain’t got no problem pullin’ guns on your hoe

[Chorus: Chris Brown & T-Pain]
That’s classic you, oh (that’s my hoe)
You be mobbin’ in this bitch (yeah, in this bitch)
You be vibin’ in this bitch (yeah)
Zero fucks baby, you don’t give a shit
That’s classic you, oh (you, you, you, that’s my hoe)
You be mobbin’ in this bitch (oh, baby, baby, in this bitch)
You be vibin’ in this bitch (in this bitch)
Zero fucks baby, you don’t give a shit
That’s classic you

Been a while since I felt like this I been fienin for a flex like this
Why they want me on ya neck like this treat your team like a light breakfast
Can’t recall when it felt so lit to get love in my hood real shit
Can’t recall when they played me. Fuck you mean homie Beantown raised me

Roll with Zoeminicans so don’t be dumb. Dutchy that Rum mixed with 151
Feel I been summoned by real ones to ride. Spittin’ that light so there’s nowhere to hide
So I came back from my own little world with a blunt twirled back in my lane still swimmin’
Put my chips up for the big picture get your frame now trick ‘cuz this chick still winnin’
Know that I’m capable really seen smoke so this Dutch never breakable
Really been broke so with change never shakeable
Your crew debatable, beach party broads by the water but inflatable
Ain’t that a trip tho? Rather take a trip tho. Maybe Tokyo let me shop ‘til my chips low
Pull up on Diplo like where the function, swipe me a soux chef host me a luncheon
Made a couple bands while yall broads out brunching, Mac with a sac got your main man munchin’
Here’s some dos and some don’ts for you dumb dumbs, whoa!
Can’t nobody tell you where you ‘sposed to go
If you want it better take it like a buffet bitch
Dutchy been slayin’ on her Buffy shit
Red lips thicker hips like a runway chick
Can’t recall the last time that I felt like this…

(I Can’t recall the last time that I …that I…)
(I Can’t recall the last time that I….that I….)
Been a while since I felt like this I been fienin’ for a flex like this
Why they want me on ya neck like this treat your team like a light breakfast
Can’t recall when it felt so lit to get love in my hood real shit
Can’t recall when they played me. Fuck you mean homie Beantown raised me

Run with Zoeminicans so don’t be dumb. Dutchy that rum mixed with 151
Feel I been summoned by real ones to ride..
Run with Zoeminicans so don’t be dumb. Dutchy that rum mixed with 151
Feel I been summoned by real ones to ride..

[Intro]
Are the trees high enough baby?
Lead us so high you think we won’t touch the ground
Won’t you look up baby?
Smiling at the purple skies
Promise everything gon’ be alright

[Verse 1]
Oh, I’ll promise everything gon’ be alright (ah)
What’s wrong, everything gon’ be alright (woo)
Oh, back up [?] no storm clouds (uh)
Everything gon’ be alright babe (oh, be alright)
Been talkin’ to you for the longest time (woo)
Everything gon’ be alright (ah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Dancing to the song, why you do it like that?
Light so bright, why you do it like that? (oh)
And now [?] you, you, you (woah)
Everything you do, got me wishing you, you, you, you

[Chorus]
Back slide, back slide (uh)
You and your bass line, bass line
Oh, I want it now, I want it now
Got it now, gonna show alright
Everything gon’ be alright

[Post-Chorus]
So please show me love baby
Lead us so high we think we won’t touch the ground
Hell, when we look up, look up baby (huh)
Smiling at the purple skies
Promise everything gon’ be alright

[Verse 2]
Don’t forget to hold on tight
While we Stevie Wonder through the night
Come tomorrow seems so bright
Don’t you look down we’re still up
Feeling like a thriller

[Pre-Chorus]
Dancing to the song, why you do it like that?
Light so bright, why you do it like that?
And now [?] you, you, you
Everything you do, got me wishing you, you, you, you

[Chorus]
Bass line, back slide
You and your your bass line, bass line
Oh, I want it now, I want it now
Got it now, gonna show all night
Everything gon’ be alright (woo)

[Bridge]
Be alright (woo)
Be alright
Be alright
We can be, pretty please, in the eyes of the storm, yeah
Be alright
[?] in the clouds in the morning
Be alright
[?]
Be alright
[?]

[Chorus]
Bass line, back slide (oh, yeah babe)
You and your your bass line, bass line (give it to you)
Oh, I want it now, I want it now (yeah)
Got it now, gonna show all night (oh, babe)
Everything gon’ be alright
Bass line, back slide (yeah)
You and your your bass line, bass line (yeah)
Oh, I want it now, I want it now (yeah, no, no)
Got it now, gonna show all night (show you, show you, show you)
Everything gon’ be alright

[Outro]