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[Intro]
Haha, yeah nigga, count up
Black migo, count up

[Verse 1]
I just hit up Avianne, told him I want clear stones (real diamonds)
I’m ’bout to say fuck this shit, it’s no more talkin’ on cellphones
Flyin’ packs from Hollywood, coolin’, juggin’ out the load
When they touch Atlanta, plug prices in Lil Mexico
Jugg and finessin’, they ask how I do (finesse)
Get your calculator nigga, I make count music (count up)
You can count to it (count up), smoke an ounce to it (yeah)
Or go and make a jugg, nigga this is plug music (plug)
So I speak plug lingo (yeah), remember I used to four four? (yeah)
But now it’s twenty for a show so I don’t four four no more (nah)
But I still got bricks though (bricks)
Hoes full of bales too (remix)
Same clientele my whole life, I just ain’t servin’ you (Young Scooter)

[Chorus]
The plug talkin’ nigga, I speak plug lingo
Multi cocaina nigga, indoor, outdoor
Truckload nigga, that’s Black Amigo lingo
Count up, that’s Young Scooter lingo
We plug talkin’ nigga, I speak plug lingo
Like how I sell a bird for twenty and they cost three-oh
I know Hector and he really got ’em low low
In FreeBandz meeting we speak Black Amigo lingo

[Verse 2]
My producer did this beat, shout out to Metro
A jugg want a brick right after the show
That nigga the police, I know though
I’m street smart nigga, and you know how that go though
Everybody want to be a plug but can’t handle it
Soon as he get caught with a brick he start tellin’ shit
That’s why I finesse every new nigga, try to buy a brick
But I won’t let you play me nigga, I’m the king of pullin’ tricks
I’m talkin’ to the labels, speakin’ plug lingo
These bricks ain’t goin’ nowhere, I need y’all for promo
The price went down on cocaine, it ain’t high no more
Remix remix remix, that’s Freebandz lingo

[Chorus]
The plug talkin’ nigga, I speak plug lingo
Multi cocaina nigga, indoor, outdoor
Truckload nigga, that’s Black Amigo lingo
Count up, that’s Young Scooter lingo
We plug talkin’ nigga, I speak plug lingo
Like how I sell a bird for twenty and they cost three-oh
I know Hector and he really got ’em low low
In FreeBandz meeting we speak Black Amigo lingo

[Intro: Post Malone]
Might be talkin’ to you

[Verse 1: Dynamite Dylan]
The sun comes out when you smile
See stars in your eyes at night
Never thought holdin’ your hand
Could make everythin’ alright

[Refrain: Dynamite Dylan]
Now you stay on my mind
Message me all the time
Used to watch TV all alone
Now I don’t mind you by my side

[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
If it started with a moment, turned into a feelin’
A feelin’ that nobody can explain
Might be talkin’ to you
Might be talkin’ to you

[Chorus: Post Malone]
‘Cause when you come around
Always feel them butterflies
Something that nobody can explain
Might be talkin’ to you
Might be talkin’ to you
Might be talkin’ to you
Yeah, might be talkin’ to you
Yeah, might be talkin’ to you

[Verse 2: Dynamite Dylan]
Your heart keeps me on a beat
The secrets that you tell me, I’ll keep
Your energy is motivatin’
Always keep me on my feet

[Refrain: Dynamite Dylan]
Now you stay on my mind
Message me all the time
Used to watch TV all alone
Now I don’t mind you by my side

[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
If it started with a moment, turned into a feelin’
A feelin’ that nobody can explain
Might be talkin’ to you
Might be talkin’ to you

[Chorus: Post Malone]
‘Cause when you come around
Always feel them butterflies
Something that nobody can explain
Might be talkin’ to you
Might be talkin’ to you
Might be talkin’ to you
Yeah, might be talkin’ to you

[Bridge: Dynamite Dylan]
Never thought I could feel like this
It’s a feelin’ that I can’t resist
Just wanna be with you, it’s like nothin’ else matters
And I hope that you feel the same too

[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
If it started with a moment, turned into a feelin’
A feelin’ that nobody can explain
Might be talkin’ to you
Might be talkin’ to you

[Chorus: Post Malone]
‘Cause when you come around
Always feel them butterflies
Something that nobody can explain
Might be talkin’ to you
Might be talkin’ to you
Might be talkin’ to you
Yeah, might be talkin’ to you

[Outro: Post Malone]
Might be talkin’ to you

[Intro]
220 get dressed up, jumped on a boat
Fuck with my locs
Breakin’ the bread

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
220 on the boat, here’s a toast to my folks
It’s a holiday, Crip, I’ma fuck with my locs
Get dressed, so fresh, big S on my chest
Now I’m feelin’ work, yellow Steeler shirt
501’s with the Stacy Adams tips
Picture a room full of Long Beach 20 Crips
Doin’ this, who in this? You in this? We in this bitch
Wish the dead homeboys was seein’ this shit
Neither, none, best 20 minutes or less
It’s a C-Walk contest, who do it the best?
Right your set with the feet, skip along to the beat
Represent your shit and bang out your street
For real though, king of the hill though
Run up on a nigga, you get popped like a pill yo
See I’m a dub motherfucker, and all y’all know
So if you’re with it, let’s get it 432-O, come on

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’

[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
I got my ‘do dirt’ locs on, you better leave them gloves alone
Popped up on them blocks, [?]
15s rumblin’, carvin’ up the concrete
I go back like G-Man and SA double G, yeah
Doggie Dogg scooped a nigga up a long time ago
And said, "We gotta do this for the big 2-O", you know
Let’s slap some dominos, and crack some bitches, cuz
Catch me yellin’ out (what?) Trick, I been the dub
This a hood day, nigga what a good day
Where them homies , hit him and tell him let’s parlae
Never outta [?] with I keep the line open
Meditatin’, contemplatin’ the way we grind on em’
Big beefin’ always told me always keep my crippin’ tight
This one goes out to goats, cuh, 20 crip for life
Never ever will I switch up
My colors black and gold, all the homies throw your dubs up

[Chorus]
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I’m shootin’ like I just started
But I’ma walk up in this motherfucker cold-hearted
I know you niggas don’t see me as much as you’d like
‘Cause I’m out gettin’ money when I’m rockin’ the mic
I’m a long way from Locus Ave, my locas have
Been there with me through the good and bad
Know look, let me reminisce, and twist a fuckin’ blunt to spark
I got put on, ’84 at King Park
Shottin’ hoops with Charlie Mo and [?]
With the bumblebees, real east-side G’s
Then go to [?] and ball out for any black ass
And wait for all the bitches at Poly to get outta class
I’m poppin’ at ’em from a distant, but I’m persistent
That’s some 20 crip shit
See I’m a dub motherfucker and all y’all know
So if you’re with it, let’s get it 432-O, come on

[Chorus]
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’

[Outro]
What up cuh
Happy 220 day to you my nigga
Yeah cuh
I’m just shittin’ out here my nigga, know what I’m sayin’?
Drinkin’ on this Miller Genuine Draft
Feelin’ real good, ye know I’m sayin’?
It’s hood day today cuh
Yeah, what’s y’all gon’ do cuh?
Shit, my nigga
Shit, the homies gettin’ together cuh
We gon’ fuck with the homies two times then
Alright I’ll be dressed in ’round 20 mins then cuh
Let me know the location
Ra, ra, rollin’, rollin’
In a minute cuh
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’

[Verse]
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do (like I do)
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do
Like I do

[Chorus]
Like, like I do
Like I do
Like, like I do
Like I do

[Post-Chorus]
Like I do

[Verse]
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do (like I do)
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do
Like I do

[Chorus]
Like, like I do
Like I do
Like, like I do
Like I do

[Post-Chorus]
Like I do

[Outro]
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do

[Intro]
Time changed, check out your mind frame
Got no times for mind games (grow up, nigga)
Grow up, nigga

[Verse 1]
He 37, think he 22
His mother work, he play the crib, just polishin’ his .22
Plus he eat up all the food but never grocery shop
Actin’ like he out lookin’ for a job but he know he not
He know the gossip, know what happen when Chad got locked up
He know who beefin’ like every weekend, his BM pop up
He keep makin’ promises, he gon’ help her
He never felt a hard time dealin’ with pressure
The youngin’ niggas used to respect him, was kinda credible
He shot a couple cats in the 90’s, few niggas never knew
He did a stretch for some domestic shit
He punched his ex after she told him, this some pussy you could never get
Behind the wall, turned Blood, but came home neutral
‘Cause streets spooky, you think we practise our own voodoo
He realize shit changed, he had to hustle smarter
High temper, shape-up push back, he wanna cut his barber
He loved his father but through his life he could not trust him
Damn near 40, just realized he ain’t got nothin’
Had the green light for years, his connect hit the stop button
Back to nicklin’, dimin’, youngin’s on the block pumpin’

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Verse 2]
Niggas bought him clothes when he got out the yard
He was bigger then, homies told him he should bodyguard
He was used to crack’s, ain’t know the price that molly cost
Youngin’s don’t pay him no mind, they figure he probably lost
They don’t know he grew up in the era where nobody soft
He tried to school ’em and gave ’em his own narcotic talk
Told him never stash your money and your work together
Never had no package when your body, it ain’t work forever
Found a nigga you could really trust, I think y’all work together
Never smoke, ridin’ with dope, rain is the perfect weather
So how you broke if you got all the answers?
You ain’t even got hoes workin’ and know all the dancers
Check this out, old head, we gon’ get it the way we know how
We ain’t takin’ deals, I coppin’ out, know we gon’ blow trial
You slow bringin’ it back so we just front you a whole now
Us young niggas get real money, I hope you know now
Everybody that ain’t here would be half his age
All he do is argue, been a minute since he had a fade
He got a mattress, he ain’t even got no sheets
Been in his mother crib for years and he ain’t even got no key

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Verse 3]
How you 40 and niggas pay you to look out?
He don’t miss a night at the club, don’t miss a cook out (not one)
Dishes in his mother crib, dirty garbage he ain’t took out (never)
But he could tell you who got pregnant, tell you who shook out
Some niggas fightin’ after younger girls like he still got it (still)
He never had it, had light static, he still hottin’
Youngin’s got him sippin’ lean, they got him pill poppin’ (percs)
This real knowledge, these niggas 40 and still plottin’ (watch ’em)

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Outro]
I blame it on the elder niggas that never helped us
We had to go get it, no guidance, nobody felt us
16 with more pocket money than your daddy
We was broke and we came up from nothin’, nigga, we gon’ brag
All this Gucci, we gon’ brag
Older niggas hatin’, not all of ’em I remember callin’ ’em, now they so mad
They ain’t reach their potential and live the life they want to live

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan