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[Verse 1]
I got niggas in the cell block
They’ll put you in a head lock
I told momma go and get me a lawyer
They ain’t even gone let me bail out
A lot of niggas go to jail they don’t keep it solid they just tell now
The average black kid went to school
Didn’t have a father so he failed out
I’m the realest nigga since ‘Pac
You ask Epic, I ain’t sell out
If the laws pull me over ridin around dirty nigga I’m a bail out
On my side they spot, yea, I can’t wait til they lay it out
When I jumped up out that car, them niggas damn near fell out
I don’t shoot niggas from far, yea, I shoot nothing but headshots
Have you ever went to jail for a murder?
I beat two of them bitches before
Baby I love ya, I ain’t mean to hurt ya
I ain’t gone do that shit no more
If you start speaking on my name, I ain’t gone shoot at you no more

[Chorus]
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag

[Verse 2]
I was lackin’ in school, but grandmama stayed on me
I’m gone pop a toast for every nigga ever hated on me
I take care of you baby, only if you wait on me
And if you ever cross me out, then I’m straight on ya
[?] was hard coming up, yea, I was staving coming up, yea
Every night I stayed up, yea
Hustle, trying to get bucks, yea
You don’t want to know the shit I did for money
What you wanna know that I came from nothing
I can’t even tell you about the robberies, about the shit I took from [?]
You don’t want to know what I threw at Onyx
You don’t want to know what I was sellin’ at Sonic
I can’t even tell you about the bustas
You don’t wanna know why them niggas was running
Scared, hundred on his head, this how I play it
When I run up on you, what’s that shit you said?

[Chorus]
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag

[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Verse]
Pull up to the party off a molly (off a what?)
Pull up to the party in a ‘Rari (skrt!)
Heard it’s niggas in there actin’ rowdy (actin’ rowdy)
So I’m ’bouta go do somethin’ about it (somethin’ about it)
I’ma pull up with the 30 stick, with the coolin’ kit
Stephen Curry, how I’m shootin’ shit, I can’t fuckin’ miss
I’m off a perc movin’ ridiculous, I think I’m seein’ shit
Off half a piece, swervin’ in the fuckin’ Benz
Countin’ up Benjamins (what!? what!?)

[Refrain]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)

[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Refrain]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)

[Outro]
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!?

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (oh na na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ahhhhh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Havana, ooh na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (na na)

Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners
Havana, ooh na-na

He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?”
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(Oh but I can’t without you)
I knew him forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na

Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, oh-oh-oh
He’s fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, yeah
Bump on her bumper, bump on her bumper
Like a traffic jam
I was quick to pay that girl like, like Uncle Sam

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na

Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (whoa)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

[Break]

Havana, ooh na-na

Lyrics to ‘Post Malone – Psycho Ft Ty Dolla Sign’ by Post Malone:

It might not have a release date, but it appears clear that Post Malone’s Beerbongs & Bentleys album is coming soon. On Wednesday (Feb. 21), which is one day after he unveiled the dates for his forthcoming tour with 21 Savage and SOB x RBE, the Dallas, Texas crooner pulled up with a preview of “Pyscho,” a new Ty Dolla $ign-assisted track coming out this Friday (Feb. 23).

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There’s a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
And I want my life to be
To live with you
To live with you, baby

There’s a way
Most everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what good does it bring
If I ain’t got you, if I ain’t got you

You don’t know what it’s like, baby
You don’t know what it’s like
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you

In my prayer
I see your face again
And I’m preaching every night
How can love be so blind
I’m so sad
I’m so so sad

There’s a way
Most everybody say
To do each and every little thing
What good does it bring baby
If I ain’t got you baby, if I ain’t got you baby

You don’t know what it’s like, baby
You don’t know what it’s like
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you

There’s a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
And I want my life to be baby
To Live with you baby
To Live with you baby

You don’t know what it’s like, baby
You don’t know what it’s like
To love somebody
God, love somebody
The way I love you

To love somebody
The way that I love you

To love somebody
The way I love you

You don’t know what it’s like, baby
You don’t know what it’s like
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you

The way I need you
The way I want you

To love somebody
The way I love you

Every night, every day
To love somebody
The way I love you