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[Intro]
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer
Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
I got a chopper could clear whole arenas
I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
I let that lil’ bitch just hold on my Nina
You know I stay, don’t have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn’t a speaker
Now I’m the only thing come out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
I get the cake like I work for Denise’s
Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
These soft ass niggas can’t f*ck with the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin’
I got the Glock and my laser is beamin’
These niggas borin’, tell me when they’re leavin’
Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin’
These niggas old yeah their hairlines recedin’
Go get the money, blue checks I’m receivin’
Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the semen
Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I’m dreamin’
Bitch out my way, at the top, you can’t glo me
Did everything so it’s nothin’ you can show me
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
I’ma just pass you just right to my homie
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off and blast my opponent
These rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don’t know why they’re always actin’ bogus
One of my youngest children just went platinum
Startin’ to think he better than my oldest
Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
Made three million off my shoulders
Drippin’, drownin’ in the water, yeah
Got more money than your father, yeah
So that means you’re my daughter (daughter)
Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up)
Sawed-off getting taught (bow)
Stomach shot, get your core (core)
Went 2Pac, watch the door
2Pac, that’s Shakur
Nigga better watch his whore (yeah)
I’ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life support (‘port)
But the doctor pulled the cord (cord)
That’s what happen when we warrin’ (woo)
1600, leave you snorin’ (woo)
Counter carbon, that’s a Corbin (woo)
Blue tips in the FN
It’s G.E.D. like I’m testin’ (G.E.D.)
Get every dollar with no dressin’ (yeah)
They won’t play this on your FM (ayy)
You a rat, call the PC
That’s the pest control, not protection
Tell my bitch, “You his best friend?
Oh no, bitch you gon’ text him (what?)
Let him ease in my section
We gon’ hit him with a message (message)”
We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
All my niggas know is wreck sh*t (wreck sh*t)
Throw your set, throw your set, bitch
You keep showin’ me your new bitch
Boy, you’re f*ckin’ on my ex-bitch
She with you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, diamond necklace
You can keep it, I got extra (extra)
No, they can’t out-check us (check us)
Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
Niggas tryna be the best us
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Smoke a blunt, 4 G’s in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah)
VVS’, put my teeth in there (yeah)
High 20s, you get Cs in there
Fredericksville, I ain’t leavin’ there
1600, yeah, I be in there
Come around, you get whacked here
Come around, you get wet here (wet)
Come around, you get checked here (checked here)

[Verse 1: Jason Aldean]
All the folks down in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Been working hard for good ol’ boys like me
I don’t wanna be the one to tell ’em
That stuff that they’ve been selling
Ain’t working like it should
But I damn sure wish it would

[Chorus: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
Whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory
I’ve gone from one to one too many
And the thing that really gets me
Is how your memory drowns the whiskey

[Verse 2: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
Maybe it’s the bar or the stool I’m on
Maybe it’s the band and the sad old song
That keeps me buying rounds
That keeps me turning down
Any girl that wants to dance
And you ain’t giving them a chance

[Chorus: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
Whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory
I’ve gone from one to one too many
And the thing that really gets me
Is how your memory drowns the whiskey

[Bridge: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
Girl I don’t have the proof that 80 proof
Ain’t got a shot at touching you

[Chorus: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
But whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory
I’ve gone from one to one too many
And the thing that really gets me
Is whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory
I’ve gone from one to one too many
And the thing that really gets me
Is how your memory drowns the whiskey
Yeah the thing that really gets me
Is how your memory drowns the whiskey

[Outro: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
All the folks down in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Been working hard for good old boys like

[Verse 1: Andy Milonakis]
Fuck your game bitch, I’ll fuck your main bitch
This Twitch shit is making me rich
Wanna rock Versace? You just gotta watch me
Andy Milonaki’s way too cocky
I ain’t cocky I’m just better than you
And I’m smoking shit louder than Pepé Le Pew
Got passport stamps and you got food coupons
That’s a nice whip for me to poop on
Louis Vutton I’m freaking, sushi in the evening
How come all these MJ songs be sounding like the Weeknd?
I’m sick with the disses, I’m into your mistress
She’s blowing me kisses and now she’s my mistress
I’m done with this business, I fucked it and flipped it
I’m like a Cosby drink cause I’m in it to win it

[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

[Verse 2: Andy Milonakis]
I’m Harvey Weinstein, you like fine in them jeans
Let’s talk about this movie roll, it’s not what it seems
They try to discredit my credit on Redditt
But you got a shitty job so you got no merit
All you want is karma and some Insta glory
You’d probably suck my dick for an Insta story
You’re not a hater, you ain’t nothing but a fan boy
Playing Fortnite, you ain’t ever seen a tan boy
Fly to Hong Kong, looking fly in Hong Kong
Asian bitches on my dong wanna hear a rap song
Coast to coasting, [?] the ocean
I’m sick with the oils and I’m steady with the lotion
And steady dropping bands like the music crisis
He’s off the block chain, he don’t check the prices
Your mom’s a blowjob Betty but the whore bites
The bitch sucks dick like Drake at Fortnite

[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

[Verse 3: Dankquan]
Woke up musty, went to sleep dusty
Mom in the bathroom, don’t think she trust me
Unicorn nigga, who the fuck are you?
Never been pregnant so there can’t be two
Sus gang, dicks in my ass clap-clap
No license need a Tesla, see me in the ass crack
Bitch I’m streaming, [?] mad
Bitch I’m streaming, [?] sad

[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

[Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Desire, two souls on fire
Desire, two souls on fire

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
You got me out here looking foolish
Look like a dog, I’m drooling
Close your mouth boy and just prove it
And you know just the way to do it
You gon’ make me bring the bad girl believe me (Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
You gon’ make me pop some tags, fashion season (Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
You gon’ make me do those moves to stop your breathing (Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
If you losing faith, I’ll make you believe it

[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Got me feeling some type of way (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain on my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire

[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
We can go out to the islands on privates
We can drive the latest cars, no mileage
We can do whatever you like, just be quiet
If you don’t break my heart, I’ll let you inside it

[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Got me feeling some type of way (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain on my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds
And that chain around your heart got me blinded

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha & Quavo & both]
Do I make you feel some type of way? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain around my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And that chain around your heart got me blinded

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Do I make you feel some type of way?

[Ritornello: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, ayy
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Strofa 1: Rich The Kid]
You can’t reach me (what?), space coupe like E.T
It’s the plug tryna call me (skrrt, skrrt)
I was up trappin’ early in the morning (plug)
Ooh, on the wave like a du-rag (du-rag)
Pussy nigga callin’ for his boo back (pussy)
Plug walk, Gucci on my shoe racks (Gucci)
Walk up in the house, hit a rat-a-tat
‘Til I ran into the plug (’til I ran into the plug)
‘Til I ran into the mud (to the mud)
I done ran into some racks, I done ran into your girl (your girl)
Why the plug show me love? (Show me love)
I done came up from a dub (huh?)

[Ritornello: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Strofa 2: Pyrex & TonyEffe]
Dark Walk
Tanti contatti quindi ho due iPhone (brr brr, brr brr)
Valigie in mano sono appena tornato da New York (New York, ey)
Scappo dalla polizia facendo il Moonwalk (skrt skrt)
Sono un dark boy, fotto la tua bitch non stop
Guardami mentre spendo ventimila in pubblico
Se mi ferma la Finanza faccio il finto stupido

[Ritornello: Rich The Kid]
Ey, Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Outro: Wayne Santana]
Plug Walk, Dark Walk
Vengo dallo spazio
Questa Ferrari sembra uno shuttle
Squilla il telefono “Pronto Pablo”