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[Verse 1]
Have a threesome with your bestie I’mma chance it
Don’t take a pic when we together that’s a fed shit
I spent over 4-5 racks on these glasses
I want that purple with my color just like Kansas
Make sure I’m super fly because the cameras
Put a mm mm mm mm inside the chopper cannon
Sway don’t but the whole hood got the answers
Black power in my blood my cousin Lee a panther
Do about 50 riding down lake show
God took away my niggas they don’t make more
You take one of mine we gon’ take four
Bitches screaming fake love like a drake tour
We gon’ pull up in that truck and it’s paid for
How you flexing with your homie, shit it ain’t yours
Cleaning pasta out the trap but I hate yours
BJ took mine he catch a case I take yours
Hitting that dope I gotta take double
I’m from the trenches make me hate storms, Chiraq
How the fuck you on top and you don’t make noise?
I brought a hellcat from the trenches and I made it roar
We violent, shawty don’t be took silent
She don’t like public, all her pages be private
Before I pay a nigga bills I buy fashion
I fuck her off a perky pill got me lasting

[Hook]
Ain’t no way that hate can overpower love
Ain’t no money in the world that can buy you trust
Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
Used to be my brother, show me they color
True colors, yeah your true colors
True colors, yeah your true colors
Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors
Even with these shades I can see your true colors

[Verse 2]
I can’t put no niggas over mine, I’ma over grind
Over time, for more chains I’ll over shine
I’m screaming free ’em even if appeals denied
Gave ’em guns just to get some [?]
Like drinking lean shit way too cold with ice
Kidnap your son got me like I’m Uncle Ice
Your ass ain’t right, keep my strap like a dyke
They shot my brother, we was in it all night
They ain’t listen you ain’t no politician
And I was broke ain’t have no pot to piss in
Don’t fuck with too many niggas had to keep my distance
When I do come around I swear I feel attention
I love my cousin Iris man I swear I miss her
Her daughter look just like her I see her and kiss her
My daddy never seen my kids, only through some pictures
At the time I was fighting cases so I couldn’t visit

[Hook]
Ain’t no way that hate can overpower love
Ain’t no money in the world that can buy you trust
Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
Used to be my brother, show me they color
True colors, yeah your true colors
True colors, yeah your true colors
Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors
Even with these shades I can see your true colors
No, no, no, no

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You ain’t with your friends
Please come in in
Girl don’t mind, one time
Oh baby let me see you
You walk across that jewelry
Then slightly shake that booty (oh yeah)
Get your walk while I do it
I’ma show you all the way I play I do it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Breezy, smoke weed in the VIP

[Verse 1]
Gave you my love and my affection all of the time
Thought you were the one, thought you were the one, but you had to lie
Up in my house, straight to my place, looking right through my eyes
Thought you were the one, thought you were the one, but you had to lie
So

[Chorus]
Imma walk away like a champion
Hold my head up high like I’m on that throne
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
Imma walk away like a champion
I’m much better off now I’m on my own
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah

[Verse 2]
Four in the morning, got a groupie calling your phone
Thought I was the one, thought I was the one, but I’m not alone
Gave you forgiveness, gave you one thousand second chances
Thought I was the one, thought I was the one, now I’m going home

[Chorus]
Imma walk away like a champion
Hold my head up high like I’m on that throne
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
Imma walk away like a champion
I’m much better off now I’m on my own
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah

[Bridge]
You were everything everything to me
I do, anything, anything to be
Right there, kissing and touching your body
Laying side by side
My house, watching, watching a movie
You be texting with one of your groupies
Gave you love and now that you’re an EFC
But you let the love die
So

[Chorus]
Imma walk away like a champion
Hold my head up high like I’m on that throne
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
Imma walk away like a champion
I’m much better off now I’m on my own
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah

Fuck wit my set, push yo shit back
Im in the front, you in the back
I got a knife, its on the strap
She got a friend, fuck when she nap
Im from the south, fuck bout a rap
Come to my house, won’t make it out
These niggas hoes, running they mouth
Straight with these hoes, fuck what they bout
These niggas wack, just want some clout
Fuck all this shit, where yo accounts
Fucking this bitch, right on my couch
Ape on my draws, wit dick in her mouth
Came out the M, made that shit out
I run up on him, knock his ass out
Now he ain’t talking no shit from no app
Pussy ass nigga you know that you child

I pull up on that bitch and she a dub
That I was gon fuck but she can’t budge
Fresh as fuck like ice up in the tub
Molly circulate in her flesh
Gucci pink roses on my vest
I ain’t have to answer for no sex
She just gave me top and then I left
Goyard on my belt, this shit is felt
Ima buy a choppa for some help
Niggas can’t even be themselves
Bitch thats why I’m mobbing to the death

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat