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[Intro]
Major Lazer, Burna Boy and Major Lazer
Major Lazer

[Verse 1]
How I me do
Pick up the package dawg
This a military ting like I come from Afghanistan
Dressed in camouflage
Before I turned 21 I was already savage dawg
I tell ya yeah, pull up in a foreign whip, foreign girl ah me passenger
Let ’em have it dawg
Call up my manager
They can pay for the damages

[Pre-Chorus]
I hope you’re listening
Inna me yard and the gyal dem ah visiting
Eh
Snapchat dem ah video
I say which kind level be this o
My people work, so we get to chop
Many things they happen wey we never talk
Me I no dey talk cause you know say I be boss
I just want the weed and the girls of course

[Chorus]
I’ve been waiting all my life for this type of vibe
Wanna see a million lights, light up my life
I’ve been waiting all my life for this type of vibe
Wanna see a million lights, light up my life

[Post-Chorus]
When girls come I no wan sit down Mo ma n gbadu awon Omo, Gidi gan gan
When girls come I no wan sit down Mo ma n gbadu awon Omo, Gidi gan gan

[Verse 2]
Too much gyall inna me life
Gyal dem ah say they love me style
Say me sweet and me nice
Nuffa dem wan be me bride
We coulda never split and divide
And me set dem soul on fire
No one fi do dem right
So me get any girl that me like

[Pre-Chorus]
I hope you’re listening
Inna me yard and the gyal dem ah visiting
Eh
Snapchat dem a video
I say which kind level be this o
My people work, so we get to chop
Many things they happen wey we never talk
Me I no dey talk cause you know sey I be boss
I just want the weed and the girls of course

[Chorus]
I’ve been waiting all my life for this type of vibe
Wanna see a million lights, light up my life
I’ve been waiting all my life for this type of vibe
Wanna see a million lights, light up my life

[Post-Chorus]
When girls come I no wan sit down Mo ma n gbadu awon Omo, Gidi gan gan
When girls come I no wan sit down Mo ma n gbadu awon Omo, Gidi gan gan

[Outro]
Pick up the package dawg
This a military ting like I come from Afghanistan
Dressed in camouflage
Before I turned 21 I was already savage dawg

[Intro: Wale]
Come here, Cole
[?] here?
Nah, I’m here
Yeah, bounce, bounce
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy
Yeah, right here

[Verse 1: Wale]
Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok
Concrete since day one
Ain’t no time to make up
Ain’t no time for that hoe
Like baby, word to a cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters
Be sure to leave your armour and your women penetrated
I give her back a [?]
Poof, get out her hair
I say congratulations, your old lady renovated
You niggas lazy, my boy
Why you hatin’, my guy?
You bought her Commes des Garcons
She come and play with your heart
I’m far from a popular artist
One of the hardest, no less
And I saw your woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater
Call her whatever you want
I got my revenue up
In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly [?]
Since day one, Folarin been the same one
I came up in them gogos most of them was afraid of
Now kill mo’, say that
Now kill mo’, say that
But when your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say jack
Don’t be talking too much
These niggas copy too much
These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise your family’s casualties up
I’m faded
I’m playing
These niggas don’t be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain’t dead, it just moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you won’t the problem
I know every who and who and every who [?]
What you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty
Hold up, yeah
I’m in my luggage, in my luggage, roll up, boy
I’m on the runway like I’m Jackie, hold up
Prolific, really be living my lyrics
So tell me, who did it this big and who ain’t ’bout to slow up?

[Hook: Wale]
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

[Verse 2: J Cole]
Who gon’ bring my crown to me?
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain’t no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my vibe on a million
Slide on the beat like my God, I’m so brilliant
All other rappers, put your pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
You’s a fraud, you’s a thorn in my side
I’m a knife in your back, I’m that turn of the knob
When the boy from the corner come rob you
And tie you up to something
Now, stop with all that frontin’
That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain’t pressed to talk about it
That’s why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it
The game too crowded, I’m ’bout to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if’s, and’s or but’s about it
30 mill’ on a deal depending on how the tour was rowded
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used fugazi shit, fake it ’till you make it type
I shoot through you crazy with hollow tips
No holler backs, just how to raps
I got to black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked
Y’all aiming at the stars, bitch I’m aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is spiritual
I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals
IV’s, IV’s, it’s the reason why nobody try me, try me
Have a nigga screaming, “Lord, why me? Why me?”
Cole did me grimey
He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese
Back to back, I clap like that’s a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your troops in
Pine boxes
I blew a million on white ties and Calvin Klein boxes
This nigga silly

[Hook: J Cole]
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

[Outro: Wale & J Cole]
Who gon’ bring the crown?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Bitches going down, it ain’t catching up to me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Who gon’ bring my crown to me?
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain’t catching up to me
Who gon’ bring my crown to me?
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain’t catching up to me
Who gon’ bring my crown to me?
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain’t catching up to me

Love
Just know that I’ll ever be here
I’ll be with you, love
It’s not alright and I’ll never get that back now
I’m not…it doesn’t sound so good

I love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are
(I love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are)
I’m on the other side, it’s alright, just hold me in the dark
(I’m on the other side, it’s alright, just hold me in the dark)
No one’s got your number, what we do, hit me up when you’re gone
(No one’s got your number what we do, hit me up when you’re gone)
‘Cause all the counter space
Are we made when you name that you choose

Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better, no, no
We don’t got to hide, this is what you like, I gotta make
Nothing feels better than this

You say we’re just friends but I swear when nobody’s around
(You say we’re just friends but I swear when nobody’s around)
You keep an arm around your neck, to connect, are you feeling it now?
(You keep an arm around your neck, to connect, are you feeling it now?)
‘Cause I am
I’m just a hide under the nest but it got me feel my feel lift the crown
Oh, yeah
You battle against the world, this is all you’ve been talking about
And my answer is

Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better, no
We don’t got to hide, this is what you like, I gotta make
Nothing feels better than this

No left, right left, like
Take it back to you’re side to side
Like than I hate
No left, right left, like
Take it back to you’re side to side
Like

Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better, no
We don’t got to hide, this is what you like, I gotta make
Nothing feels better than this

Nothing feels better than this

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m ? quick?
I’m tryna knock numbers like Tedd Turner
No super station, but I’m Gucci Mane, they super hating
Traid ? we ever traid, they coppying and duplecating
Coppywrite, cause ? fight
How I write it, they could never resite it, cause they never see it
Doing all that screaming on the mic don’t mean they really mean it
Elll you the truth, I leave the buth, I’m selling Yay
? so hard, I got ? 2 times a day
30 days, I just got out, and I surve 30 Js
Before I blaze, gotta have a blunt to ?
? the cheese, Imma find a way
It’s like I’m searching for a neadal in a stack of hey
The streets relate to these actual facts I’m kicking
I’m going hard, like that crack we cook in the kitchen
And every nigga I roll with a thug nigga
And every nigga in my clique sellin drugs nigga
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 2: Peter Man]
I seen the ? bruh
Baddest like hoes? bruh
That shit for show bruh
Hold it, hold it, but ? bruh
? they talking bout some code, bruh
Never nothing too much for me, I got ?
They ain’t like it, I ain’t like it, but still I showed up
I done been broke, and I done broke them up
? money, niggas talking bout?
And I’m a slick nigga, ?
Nigga, tell you the truth, youa’ll be actin like yo making it up
You niggas scared, bruh
Think Imma reach inside my coat, and make m lay on the table

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
? fresh as hell, nigga pain, I bring it
Dope slanging, keep that shit in my anus
There go 12, so I go, ?
Missed the kid ? saying get away from my stove
Fuck that ? motherfucker, I got too much blow
I gotta get off every ? what I perchised it for
I need a bag full of money, countin 50s and hundreds
I’m in this hallway, ? tryna get to this money
You think I’m funny, I ain’t laughing ? my Chetter?
Making dope transactions in the middle of traffic
I got a ? spinning 50, every goddamb hour
Making glass out of powder, I might sell you some flower
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you