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[Verse 1]
Young and old, gather ‘round
Have you ever my latest sound ?
This one’s bringing down the house
Down, down, down the house
Girls and queens and in betweens
In mini skirt, skinny jeans
If you’re with me let me hear you scream
Scream, scream like a queen

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re turning off our telephone
‘Cause we can party all night long
And no, no one can tell us no
We’ll do what we want
We’ll play this game in our own way
And treat life like a holiday
Show the world we’re here to stay
Keep going strong

[Chorus]
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph

[Post-Chorus]
Together we’ll triumph
We’re turning off our telephone
‘Cause we can party all night long
And we’re about to steal the show
We triumph
We live like we’re on holiday
It ain’t your problem anyway
And all the girls can ride the plane
We triumph

[Verse 2]
This is it, now’s the time
Time for them to see us shine
We’re about to cross the line
Cross, cross, cross the line
You beauty queens from silver screens
Cover girls from magazines
Let’s fulfill our wildest dreams
Wil-wil-wildest dreams

[Pre-Chorus]
Show the goddess underneath
Wear your heart up on your sleeve
We might go down in history
As we shake down this town
Let’s be who we were meant to be
Get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And if you feel the same as me
Then sing it out loud

[Chorus]
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph

[Post-Chorus]
Together we’ll triumph
We’re turning off our telephone
‘Cause we can party all night long
And we’re about to steal the show
We triumph
We live like we’re on holiday
It ain’t your problem anyway
And all the girls can ride the plane
We triumph
Together we’ll triumph

[Intro]
Red life baby
Suu whoop

[Verse 1]
I keep a bad bitch not a catfish (okay)
My last bitch, left her in the past tense (okay)
Thotiana, real name Tatiana (okay)
Body like Rihanna but she not Rihanna (no way)
I make the pussy wet she need a mopi-ana (oooh)
When she bust down make her butt sound like a Glock-iana
She love it when I eat the boxi-iana (oooh)
Make her body jerk, legs lock-iana (oooh)
I beat the pussy then I beat the block-iana (beat it)
‘Cause bitch I gotta get back to the guap-iana (beat it)
She my trap queen call her Trapiana (oooh)
And we strap-iana never like the honor
I hit her from the back she got the fatty on her (oooh)
She can turn a bad day into a happy hour (ayy)
And she got that coochie oochie wallie wallie (ayy)
And my shmoney dance then I catch her body (shmoney)
Me you and Hennessy do not try me (try me)
I just wanna put my face in that punani (brrr)
We don’t love Headphanie we don’t love no thotties (nope)
She put my name on it she my walking ID (oooh)
Kill the kitty now she a walking zombie (okay)
Make the pussy drip drip drip drip like a IV

OOOUUU Thotiana half-savage half-primadonna (ahh)
I don’t want the check if I don’t see a comma (no-no)
When I see her pussy I see the Bahamas
You wanna cry in a Bentley you’ll cry in Honda
You want the steak and lobster or you want McDonald’s
Bitch make a choice ’cause it’s either either
She said she sticking with a nigga like Benihanas (yeah)
Paparazzi taking pictures of us
A nigga said she should’ve duck quicker Lori-ana (Ooooh I see you baby)
I told her put the hoodie on I was tryna hide her
Homie tricking on her I just bought her flowers (facts)
Before I buy a bitch I need to know her mileage
50K or more she a thotiana (yeah she a thot)
And every nigga drive her, no, no, no that’s a nada (no no)
We ain’t buying Gucci, we ain’t buying Prada (no no)
Let’s get it!
It’s MA, it’s Red Life baby
OOOUUU

[Intro: Eric Bellinger]
Playa–
This that true shit, yeah
Playa-playa shit only
Oh-oh, yeah
It’s Eazy!
Hol’ up

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
You say you love me (You do)
But you quick to end shit, yeah
I don’t pretend, nah
True ’till my end, so
Keep it one thousand (Keep it a stack with me)
And I’ll always be honest
Girl, if my phone is out of reach, I’ll call you just to tell you
Don’t need your location, I’m not here to trail you

[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Wave caps and A tracks, kicking game since way back (Way back)
Rather be by myself (For real)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
No games (No games, no)
Baby, no games (No games, no)
No games (No games)
‘Cause I don’t play
I need all or nothing
Ain’t no if’s, and’s, but’s, when’s
I’ll shut ’em down (Down)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (They could leave it, yeah)
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (Oh no)

[Verse 2: Brittany B]
Push my buttons (Yeah)
Quick way to finish up
I got a [?]
Don’t won’t let you end us
‘Cause you got my end (Got my own cash)
So money can’t buy me, yeah
And if you’re loving kinda weak, damn right, I’m gonna tell you
Roses really smell like bullshit, I can smell you

[Pre-Chorus: Brittany B]
Wave caps and A tracks, kicking game since way back
Rather be by myself (Oh-woah-oh–oh-woah)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
No games (No games, no)
No games (No games, no)
No games (No games)
‘Cause I don’t play
I need all or nothing
Ain’t no if’s, and’s, but’s, when’s
I’ll shut it down (Watch me shut ’em down, oh)

[Post-Chorus: Eric Bellinger w/ Brittany B]
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (They could leave it, yeah)
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (Oh no)

[Intro]
Lil Jamez
Times Thugger
Times Pablo, Esocobar
Udigg? (Wheezy beats) Hey!

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My bitch just say she love me but I do the most
I got these bitches on a jet
They goin’ from coast to coast
I do my thing, I drink my Ac’
I drink it by the dose
I lean until I fall asleep and I done wrecked the Ghost
I’ma make all this shit worth, yeah
[?], yeah
I got family that need, yeah, yeah
My momma want all new teeth, yeah
Step up to the line, I bet I could D, yeah
[?], yeah
I done stumbled upon lots of millions
Told the bitch to park and I can be there
Fuck court, fuck an FTA
I’m sharper than a bitch
[?]
I got Bob Marley in my brief case
She suck the dick and she can’t breathe, aye
[?] to the DJ
I’m flying private, I don’t know Delta
And a hundred racks in the brief case

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out

[Verse 2: Lil Jamez]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I be in the hood, I can’t stop the flexing
Aye, I be with some killers, ain’t no fuckin’ yes men
Aye, when I hit the hood just know I got my best friends
Hold up, Thugger, what that is?
That’s my Smith & Wesson
Boy I go dumb in the city, honestly running the city
Boy I got weed, I got bitches
It’s [?] the city
Lost so many homies, I’m numb to the city
Ain’t no flexing, I got killers and some drummers with me
I had some friends, I shook ’em off
They weren’t 100 with me
Lil bitch, you ain’t my bitch, keep it 100 with me
Audemar rose gold cost me 150
Tag his toe [?] hit him with 150
And your diamonds looking fu’, my shit is looking pissy

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out

[Verse 3: Hoodrich]

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out

[Intro]
Drama time

[Chorus]
Gotta keep this circle tight (circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas, gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Can’t believe you turned fate (turned fate)
But why I put my trust up in a nigga, when he gon’ switch lanes (ew)
My brothers love them gun thangs (gun thangs, brrrah!)
Stay at it ’til it’s your time to send, that’s what they told me (that’s what they told me)
That’s what they told me (that’s what they told me), they never sold me (they never sold me)
That soft shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peaked then (I peaked then, I peaked then)

[Verse]
Ain’t singin’ songs, I ain’t sayin’ shit, I pull up in the stain, bitch
Fuck around, pull a mean hit, fuck around, get you and your whole team hit
All my niggas with me on that same shit, my niggas, we on that gang shit (gang)
And if you ain’t on the same shit, nigga, get tired of sayin’ it
Rock out with the niggas I came with, whole lotta Glocks in this bitch, we bang shit (bang shit)
You get chains quick, tryna get a milli, I need it, bitch
Now, I do this and tryna get clout (clout)
That’s the easiest way to get to G.O.A.T (goat)
Kept his ass, put that pole up in his mouth (in his mouth?)
I’m like, “fuck nigga, what’s that sneezing shit about?” (what’s this about?)
This niggas want me, damn, they don’t like to run they mouth (they mouth)
These niggas want me, they grew up in my momma’s house (momma house)

[Chorus]
Gotta keep this circle tight (circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas, gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Can’t believe you turned fate (turned fate)
But why I put my trust up in a nigga, when he gon’ switch lanes (ew)
My brothers love them gun thangs (gun thangs, brrrah!)
Stay at it ’til it’s your time to send, that’s what they told me (that’s what they told me)
That’s what they told me (that’s what they told me), they never sold me (they never sold me)
That soft shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peaked then (I peaked then, I peaked then)