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I’ve traveled so far
Couldn’t tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I’ve lived
Many battles I’ve faught
I’ve faught, and lost

Mass shooter
Black rougers
What’s up to you half truthers

Das humor
I’m past the rumors
I’m past the human
The body is trash
A bad computer
A ghost, a ghost
With massive tumors
Can’t threaten a nigga like me
Well I’ll be glad to do it
Sprinkle my ashes on my mac computer
And rappin’ to it
While I blast Future
Say that’s the future
Thats the future

If you lookin for trouble
You ain’t gotta look far
Without the presence of dark

The year is 5625
Niggas is clappin
And stomping in church
Waiting for jesus to come back alive
Niggas is still conscious
Waiting for ET to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes
Mentally ill and out of their mind
Niggas is still waiting for flac
Waiting for supplies
Niggas is still like damn I was just talkin to so so
The other day, how did they die, why
Niggas is still conscious
Waiting for politicians to admit they lied

They send so many haters my way
I could start an agency
It’s all about branding, all about branding
It’s like a fraternity
They wanna brand me

Niggas want grammys
Niggas want families

I don’t want a damn thing

I’ve traveled so far
Couldn’t tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I’ve lived
Many battles I’ve faught
I’ve faught, and lost
If you lookin for trouble
You ain’t gotta look far

[Verse 1]
Girl I know you had a long day
You ain’t feelin’ them downtown lights
But I got a bottle at your favorite place
Just waitin’ for us in a bucket on ice

Damn, I didn’t think it’d be that easy
‘Cause now you’re gettin’ ready
I’m just sittin’ there watchin’ TV
Here you come lookin’ like a grown man’s dream
Damn, I can’t believe, I can’t believe

[Chorus]
I talked you into slippin’ down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you’re in the shower
Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind
Switching back and forth for an hour
And now you’re lookin’ like a line from a Vandross song
I’m looking at the fine little dress you got on
Don’t get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, as cool at it would be
Watchin’ people wonder who you are
Oh, we should just say we did, we can start with a kiss
And pretend we just got back from the bar

[Chorus]
I talked you into slippin’ down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you’re in the shower
Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind
Switching back and forth for an hour
And now you’re lookin’ like a line from a Vandross song
I’m looking at the fine little dress you got on
Don’t get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it

[Bridge]
Yeah, it’s a little cold outside
The music’s probably way too loud
To hear you laugh
And there’s a look in your eyes
Looks like we ain’t leavin’ now
Girl, I’m so glad, I’m so glad

[Chorus]
I talked you into slippin’ down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you’re in the shower
Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind
Switching back and forth for an hour
And now you’re lookin’ like a line from a Vandross song
I’m looking at the fine little dress you got on
Don’t get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, this the remix
Ella Mai, Quavocito, Chun-Li
Rrrrrr, haha

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, lemme tell you why you so special
Hood nigga bang the .45 special
Fuckin’ wit’ him but we never tell the press, though
Dick game on, alakazam, presto
Still a Playboy bunny on Hef, though
So we gotta get the dollar like Creflo
He said that he want respect
I said, “That’s dope”
But that goes both ways like DeJ Loaf, uh
Left them other bitches with the stupid face
He said he tryna steal my heart, he got the booster face
I give him time that them other niggas used to waste
He got that, he got that, he got that super bass

[Verse 2: Ella Mai]
Feelings, so deep in my feelings
No, this ain’t really like me
Can’t control my anxiety
Feeling, like I’m touching the ceiling
When I’m with you I can’t breathe
Boy, you do something to me

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Verse 3: Quavo, Nicki Minaj, Both]
Let you on my life, get a sneak peek
Listen to my heart go beep-beep
When we boo’d up, she keep me out the street-streets
Hit it back-to-back, make me call her repeat
She lockin’ up like it’s robotic, yeah
On your body, your body, your body, yeah
I’ll let you get the racks out my wallet, yeah
But she so bad she say, “I got it,” yeah, ooh
And we always catchin’ on fire babe, nobody like you
Ain’t nobody like, ain’t nobody like you

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai & Quavo]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up (boo’d up)
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up (boo’d up, boo’d up)
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up (boo’d up)
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go (boo’d up)
Ba-dum, boo’d up (boo’d up)
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up (boo’d up)
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up (boo’d up)
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Quavo]
IPhone Ringtone
Hello?
What’s happenin’?
Babe, can you come and get me?
I’m outside

Your white hot lies electrify me

Dark side, bright light both look right to me
Wrong right, feels like maybe that’s what I need
Your type not polite but talk that sh*t I need
Cold eyes, run lines, in one touch I believe

[Pre Chorus]
I don’t wanna but I need your love
It ain’t really gotta mean that much
All I want is just to feel your touch
You liar!

[Chorus]
Your white hot lies electrify me
I might just like the way they feel in me
Make me high on a low and I can’t let go
But I’m never satisfied
Your white hot lies electrify me
So lie to me..

[Verse 2]
We try time and time to make this us a thing
I’m out of line called twice baby you’re out of reach
Your type, not polite, but talk that sh*t I need
Cold eyes, run lines, in one touch I believe

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna but I need your love
It ain’t really gotta mean that much
All I want is just to feel your touch
You liar!

[Chorus]
Your white hot lies electrify me
I might just like the way they feel in me
Make me high on a low and I can’t let go
But I’m never satisfied
Your white hot lies electrify me
So lie to me..

Yeah, just lie to me
Electrify me (So lie to me)
Electrify me (So lie to me)

[Chorus]
Your white hot lies electrify me (Hey baby,baby)
I might just like the way they feel in me
(So don’t hold back electrify me)
Make me high on a low and I can’t let go
But I’m never satisfied
Your white hot lies electrify me
So lie to me..

[Outro]
Don’t stop electrify me
Your white hot lies electrify me

He ain’t got a chance with a bitch like me
He ain’t rich enough, rich enough (No)
Calls need to stop he ain’t calling ’bout the guap
I ain’t picking up, picking up
Y’all little hoes can’t sit by the pool
You ain’t thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the n*gger so wet
Gon’ eat it up, eat it up

(x2)
Oh My God, this sh*t different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings

What’s the difference between me and you? (Who?)
1200 dollars Gucci shoes (Ooh!)
I know the facts will make you feel a way
Took three years off and I’m still paid (Uh huh!)
What’s the difference between yours and mine
Credit cards that just don’t decline (No bitch!)
It’s overpriced but I still don’t mind
I spent 1000 dollars on a glass of wine

Y’all mathematicians tryna split the tab
Bitch you know you shouldn’t ate the crab
Louis purse but you kept the tag
Bitch you know you finna take it back
Tit for tat you know get the bag
You know n*gger fat, you know waist snatched
I’m in the quarter mill with the ceiling cracked
Why you in your feelings?
I ain’t feeling that (Naah!)

Ain’t no f*cking thing you could offer me
If he hit it then you know he won the lottery
Imma keep him if he eating with no cutlery
Pardon me, I’m too audacious
I want them tickets, ain’t talking citations
Santortini then I switch up locations
Got no further f*cks, so don’t ask for donations (Woo!)
Better get your bag up
Talk sh*t [???]

Oh My God, this sh*t different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings

[Outro]
Oh My God
Biggest bitch ever!