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Mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, so sweet
Don’t want mi children and ting’
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet, yeah
Yeah, mi nuh ready fi all dem things yet
So sweet, so sweet, yeah
Yeah, I’m not ready fi all dem tings yet
I’m not ready fi all dem tings yet

[Verse 1]
She call me kid, kid, kid
My mama kiss her kid
She say mi tooth-tooth sweet
She say mi tooth-tooth sweet
Don’t make me feel like I love you
Just ’cause I thought you was special
Won’t make me feel like I love you
Baby, girl, I won’t settle
I had dreams of f*ckin’ the baddest bitch
Last night I awoke up and I f*cked the baddest bitch
I thought I would be ready when I seen her
When I was in the disco
I gotta keep it honest
Keep it real with you

[Chorus]
Mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, so sweet
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings yet
So sweet, so sweet
Mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, so sweet

[Verse 2]
I strapped up ’cause they mapped up
‘Cause I need to know where you are
Can’t keep following these signs
‘Cause you’re lookin’ for a sign, and I can’t give you one
Start to feel like it’s mad love
That’s givin’ your attraction, to me
Yeah, I just want you, nobody else, baby
I don’t wanna get too far
It’s just you that I want

[Chorus]
When it’s mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, so sweet
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings yet
So sweet, so sweet
Mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, so sweet
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the f*ck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 1]
You can’t reach me (what?), space coupe like E.T
It’s the plug tryna call me (skrrt, skrrt)
I was up trappin’ early in the morning (plug)
Ooh, on the wave like a du-rag (du-rag)
Pussy nigga callin’ for his boo back (pussy)
Plug walk, Gucci on my shoe racks (Gucci)
Walk up in the house with a rat-a-tat
‘Til I ran into the plug (’til I ran into the plug)
‘Til I ran into the mud (to the mud)
I done ran into some racks, I done ran into your girl (your girl)
Why the plug show me love? (Show me love)
I done came up from a dub (huh?)

[Chorus]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the f*ck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 2]
Big ol’ Bentley, it’s a spaceship (woah)
Call me on my phone, I don’t say sh*t (what?)
I make money when I talk (when I talk)
I’m a boss, take a loss (I’m a what?)
I could introduce you to the plug (to the plug)
Bitch, this ain’t no Henny in my cup (lil’ bitch)
Stayed down, now the racks up (racks up)
She gon’ let me f*ck, ass up (ass up)
Plug
I stuck keys in the Louis V (Louis V)
Fuck 12, I’m a G, ain’t no stoppin’ me (ain’t no stoppin’ me)
And my wrist is on overseas (drip)
Rich nigga, you can’t talk to me (rich)

[Chorus]
Ayy, plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the f*ck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Chorus]
This one’s for my girls, they’re on fire
And you know that you got it, you know that they’re doing it well
This one’s for my girls, we’re on fire
And you can see it way from heaven, you know that we’re hotter than hell

[Verse 1]
Look at our hips moving like we don’t know how to be straight
Look at my girls moving, watch them let their shoulders do the rest and you know
Look at how we’re proving we’re the solo reason you came
See the way we’re losing all of those goddamn inhibitions, let’s go

[Pre-Chorus]
Nobody taught us how to move like that
Somebody taught you wrong so face the fact, it’s not a test, we’re not the rest

[Chorus]
This one’s for my girls, they’re on fire
And you know that you got it, you know that they’re doing it well
This one’s for my girls, we’re on fire
And you can see it way from heaven, you know that we’re hotter than hell

[Post-Chorus]
Hear it, listen, connect it to your phones
Love it, hate it, call it what you want

[Verse 2]
Who’d you think you’re talking to?
We don’t know how to be tamed
Look at how we’re moving, everybody falls like dominoes and you know
See the way we’re walking, going slow-mo into your brain
See the way we’re losing all of our goddamn inhibitions, let’s go

[Pre-Chorus]
Nobody taught us how to move like that
Somebody taught you wrong so face the fact, it’s not a test, we’re not the rest

[Chorus]
This one’s for my girls, they’re on fire
And you know that you got it, you know that they’re doing it well
This one’s for my girls, we’re on fire
And you can see it way from heaven, you know that we’re hotter than hell

[Bridge]
We come, we come out of nowhere
We roll up, we roll up our sleeves
We come, we come out of nowhere
We roll up, we stroll up the street
We come, we come out of nowhere
We roll up, we roll up our sleeves
We come, we come out of nowhere
We roll up, we stroll up the street

[Chorus]
This one’s for my girls, they’re on fire
And you know that you got it, you know that they’re doing it well
This one’s for my girls, we’re on fire
And you can see it way from heaven, you know that we’re hotter than hell
This one’s for my girls, they’re on fire
And you know that you got it, you know that they’re doing it well
This one’s for my girls, we’re on fire
And you can see it way from heaven, you know that we’re hotter than hell

You think you poppin’ cause your new chick low maintenance
Yeah you can’t handle it and I don’t have the patience
Your stroke was weak nigga
Pacin’ in the n*gger, don’t be playin’ with the n*gger
They waiting for Junglepussy
I was playin’ with myself, prayin’ for vacation
On the top shelf, prayin on caucasian?
Rather rise above than to lay back complacin’
You think you up next but bitch I’m adjacent
[?] turn on me that’s a fact then I faced it
Pregnant with success, friends don’t want you to make it
Steady searchin’ for the truth, I don’t gotta chase it
I wish we never met but I cannot erase it
Layin’ in the hammock
Lie with my [?]
Keep it caribbean when you kick it with my crew
Keep your bloodclot ma quiet I do not f*ck with you
Keep the team on my hip and we stickier than glue
My birthday Halloween so I’m freakier than you
Eatin’ jerk chicken while I’m finessin in the booth
We play the same sport, I don’t smell like you
Get in the same cheese, I don’t melt like you
You cute and all but the combo’s whack
What’s good with that ain’t cool with that
No I can’t relax, no I can’t relapse
Lemme bounce back, where my soldiers at?
With they shoulders back, whatchu lookin at?
No cook crack with that black girl magic
I’m smokin’ Spike Lee joint she just gotta have it
Everybody wanna be black it’s so tragic
Everytime I wear clothes I’m stoppin’ traffic
Everybody here knows I am the baddest
Don’t worry where my hair grow, n*gger the fattest
My nookie my ass tits, I’m never average
Out the f*cking window your career in a casket
Imma hard [?] fried chicken got my eyes low
These bitches so greasy, that’s why I don’t never follow
Style f*ckin’ dated like I’m starin’ at a dino-
Soaring like a spaceship I’m just faded out the front door

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that