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[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Get in my way and try to block me, I’ma show aggression
Slide on your block like Danny Glover with a lethal weapon
I fucked your thot, she gave me top, I guess that’s my confession
Got no regrets, I made mistakes, but I learned from my lessons
Trappin’ by the stu, villains pull up to the coupe
My car ain’t got no roof, thought this shit was bulletproof
I can’t feel my face, smokin’ on Gorilla Glue
Zoomin’ in the coupe, that’s the shit I like to do
These is yellow diamonds, shinin’ like I’m Pikachu
I’m a boss nigga, get that bag and make the moves
No, I don’t like to lose, so I be goin’ in, yeah
I’m tryna cop a Benz, yeah, pull up and drop like ten, yeah
You tryna chase the life (what?) well I’m tryna chase the bands, yeah
She wanna fuck with friends, yeah, I got ’em in the trance, yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, but now they tell me I switched up
Take this Backwood to the face, then grab my cup
Shawty say she comin’ through, she on the way to fuck
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, I stack it up, can’t get enough
Seen your shawty with you, she look at me and she blush
I’m a jiggy nigga, I don’t take her out for lunch
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, bitch, not a lot of love
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, bitch, not a lot of love
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love

[Verse 2]
Not a lot of love
Rollin’ in the coupe and she was rollin’ off the drugs
Lookin’ for the one, girl, you know that I’m the plug
I be booted up with my shooters in the truck
Ayy, and broski keep it and it’s tucked
Nigga talkin’ ’bout it, but he never runnin’ up
Put this shit in motion, so I’m never stayin’ stuck
Don’t be actin’ starstruck every time they show you love

[Chorus]
Ayy, but now they tell me I switched up
Take this Backwood to the face, then grab my cup
Shawty say she comin’ through, she on the way to fuck
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, I stack it up, can’t get enough
Seen your shawty with you, she look at me and she blush
I’m a jiggy nigga, I don’t take her out for lunch
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, bitch, not a lot of love
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, bitch, not a lot of love
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love

[Verse 1]
With all due respect
I don’t have pity for you black niggas, that’s the way I feel
Screamin’ “Black Lives Matter”
All the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills
Yellin’ “Nigga this” and “Nigga that”
Call everybody “Nigga” and get a nigga mad
As soon as I say “Nigga” then everyone react
And wanna swing at me and call me racist ’cause I ain’t black
Well pound that then
Talkin’ about slavery like you was around back then
Like you was pickin’ cotton off the fuckin’ ground back then
Like you was on the plantation gettin’ down back then
Aight, look, I see a black man aimin’ his gun
But I’d rather see a black man claimin’ his son
And I don’t mean just for one day and you done
I mean, you still trapped in a rut
And I work my ass off and I pay my taxes for what?
So you can keep livin’ off free government assistance?
Food stamps for your children, but you’re still tryna sell ’em
For some weed and some liquor or a fuckin’ babysitter
While you party on the road ’cause you ain’t got no fuckin’ goals?
You already late
You motherfuckas needa get your damn priorities straight
Wait, it’s like you’re proud to be fake
But you lazy as fuck and you’d rather sell drugs
Than get a job and be straight
And then you turn around and complain about the poverty rate
Fuck outta my face! You can’t escape problems
You can pray for some change but can’t break a dollar
Got nobody else to blame, so you blame Donald
“They fuck the world with a Make America Great condom”
My voice been back
I’m not racist, my sister’s boyfriend’s black
I’m not racist, my sister-in-law’s baby cousin Tracy
Got a brother and his girlfriend’s black
My head’s in the cloud
Heard there’s not enough jobs for all the men in your house
Maybe we should build a wall to keep the Mexicans out
Or maybe we should send ’em all to the ghetto for now
I’m not racist, and I never lie
But I think there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
I worship the Einsteins, study the Steve Jobs
But you ride 2Pac’s dick like he was a fuckin’ god, oh my god!
And all you care about is rappin’
And stuntin’ and bein ratchet, and that’s the nigga within you
Music rotting your brain and slowly start to convince you
Then you let your kids listen and then the cycle continues
Blame it all on the menu, blame it on those drinks
Blame it on everybody except for your own race
Blame it on white privileges, blame it on white kids
And just blame it on white citizens, same with the vice president
Bunch of class clowns
Niggas kneelin’ on the field, that’s a flag down
How dare you try to make demands for this money?
You gon’ show us some respect, you gon’ stand for this country, nigger!
I’m not racist, I’m just prepared for this type of war
I heard Eminem’s rap at the awards, who’s he fightin’ for?
Y’all can take that motherfucker too, he ain’t white no more
It’s like you wanna be so famous
You’ll do anything for attention and a little payment
I can’t take you nowhere without people pointin’ fingers
Pants hangin’ off your ass, you ain’t got no home trainin’?
Put your fuckin’ pants up, nigga! Put that suit back on!
Take that du-rag off! Take that gold out your mouth!
Quit the pitiful stuff
And then maybe police would stop killin’ you fucks
Yo, what the fuck?! I’m not racist
It’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but split into two floors
I’m not racist
But there’s two sides to every story, I wish that I knew yours
I wish that I knew yours
I’m not racist, I swear

[Verse 2]
With all disrespect
I don’t really like you white motherfuckers, that’s just where I’m at
Screaming “All Lives Matter”
Is a protest to my protest, what kind of shit is that?
And that’s one war you’ll never win
The power in the word “Nigga” is a different sin
We shouldn’t say it but we do, and that just what it is
But that don’t mean that you can say it just ’cause you got nigga friends
Nigga, that word was originated for you to keep us under
And when we use it, we know that’s just how we greet each other
And when you use it, we know there’s a double meaning under
And even if I wasn’t picking cotton physically
That don’t mean I’m not affected by the history
My grandmomma was a slave, that shit gets to me
And you ain’t got no motherfucking sympathy, you pussy nigga!
I’m sorry you can never feel my life
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
It’s hard to elevate when this country’s ran by whites
Judging me by my skin color and my blackness
Tryna find a job but ain’t nobody call me back yet
Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
You crackers ain’t slick, this is all a part of your tactics
Don’t talk about no motherfucking taxes
When I ain’t making no dough
You think you know everything but you don’t
You wanna copy our slang and everything that we know
Tryna steal black culture and then make it your own, whoa
Fuck, I’m exhausted
I can’t even drive without the cops tryna start shit
I’m tired of the systematic racism bullshit
All you do is false shit, this the shit that I’m forced with
And you don’t know shit about my people, that’s what bothers you
You don’t know about no fried chicken and no barbecue
You don’t know about the two-step or no loose change
You don’t know about no 2 Chainz or no Kool-Aid, you don’t know!
And even though Barack was half as black
You hated president Obama, I know that’s a fact
You couldn’t wait to get him out and put a cracker back
And then you gave us Donald Trump and now it’s payback for that
I’m not racist, I never lied
But I know there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine
Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin’ god
He was fighting for his life way before he fuckin’ died, nigga, die nigga!
And all you care about is money and power
And being ugly and that’s the cracker within you
Hatred all in your brain, it slowly start to convince you
And then you teach it to your children until the cycle continue
Blame it on Puerto Rico, blame it on OJ
Blame it on everybody, except for your own race
Blame it on black niggas and blame it on black citizens
Aim at the black businesses, I ain’t saying I’m innocent
But, I might be any day now
Treatin’ everybody how you want and any way how
I swear North Korea ’bout to bomb us any day now
And now I’m duckin’ everytime I hear a fuckin’ plane now, shit
You know I make a lot of sense but you just can’t admit it
When Eminem went against Trump, that was the illest
‘Cause even though he’s white, he let us know he standin’ with us
I’m not racist, but I cry a lot
You don’t know what it’s like to be in a frying pot
You don’t know what it’s like to mind your business
And get stopped by the cops and not know if you ’bout to die or not
You worry ’bout your life, so you take mine
I love you but I fuckin’ hate you at the same time
I wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives
So we could understand each other more but that’d take time
I’m not racist
It’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but splittin’ the both sides
I’m not racist
But there’s two sides to every story and now you know mine

[Outro]
Can’t erase the scars with a bandage
I’m hopin’ maybe we can come to an understandin’
Agree to disagree, we could have an understandin’
I’m not racist

(feat. Maluma)

[Intro: Maluma]
Jajaja
Remix
Wolfine
Maluma, baby, muah

[Pre-Coro: Maluma, Wolfine]
Ayer me dijeron tus amigas
Que andabas buscándome como loca en la calle
Y yo bebiendo como un loco cerveza
Con unos parceros dañándome la cabeza
Borracho con el corazón malo
Caminando solo, me la encontré a ella

[Coro: Wolfine, Maluma]
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella
Maluma, baby (prrr)

[Verso 1: Maluma]
Me cogiste en un momento de debilidad
Yo jurándome que nunca más te iba a tocar
Todo por culpa de esas malditas cervezas
Con esos labios en frente, quién no te besa (muah)

Porque no fui capaz de ahí mismo darle stop
En el ranking de mi culo siempre fuiste el top
Nos cagamos los dos solos en la relación
Lo dejamos a lo loco, así sin protección

[Puente: Maluma]
Era demasiado tarde y yo con los trago’ en la cabeza
Eres mi debilidad, me encanta cuando te pones necia
Era demasiado tarde y yo con los trago’ en la cabeza
Eres mi debilidad, a ti nadie te endereza

[Coro: Wolfine, Maluma]
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella (Maluma, baby)

[Verso 2: Wolfine]
Me dijeron que andabas un poco triste
Que te pusiste a beber y con un man por ahí te fuiste
Ay baby, me dañaste el corazón
Ya no creo en el amor, ahora por ti soy peor
Ay baby, me dañaste el corazón
Ya no creo en el amor, ahora por ti soy peor

[Pre-Coro: Maluma, Wolfine]
Ayer me dijeron tus amigas
Que andabas buscándome como loca en la calle (jaja)
Y yo bebiendo como un loco cerveza
Con unos parceros dañándome la cabeza

[Coro: Maluma, Maluma & Wolfine]
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella

[Outro: Wolfine, Maluma]
Maluma, baby
Wolfine, “La Versatilidad de la Calle”, papá
Wolfine, ando con el lobo, que no es el de Wall Street
Dj Gangsta, en el ritmo que te provoca
LoMío Records
Medellín, Colombia, parceros
Pa’l mundo entero

(feat. Drake)

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (Deko)
Woah, hold on (OG Parker)
Uh

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (ayy)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take my shoes and walk a mile, somethin’ that you can’t do (woo, hey)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves)
I like to walk around wit’ my chain loose (chain, chain)
She just bought a new ass but got the same boobs (same boobs)
Whippin’ up dope, scientist
(Whip it up, whip it up, cook it up, cook it up, skrr, skrr)
That’s my sauce, where you find it?
(That’s my sauce, look it up, look it up, find it)
Addin’ up checks, no minus
(Add it up, add it up, add it up, add it up, yeah)
Get your respect in diamonds (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
I bought a Plain Jane Rollie, these niggas bought they fame (woo)
I think my back got scoliosis ’cause I swerve the lane (skrr)
Heard you signed your life for that brand new chain (I heard)
Think it came with stripes but you ain’t straight with the gang (gang, gang)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it

[Verse 2: Drake]
Ayy, I gotta stay in my zone
Say that we been beefin’ dog, but you on your own
First night, she gon’ let me fuck ’cause we grown
I hit her, gave her back to the city, she home (she at home now)
That was that
So I can’t be beefin’ with no wack nigga, got no backbone
Heard you livin’ in a mansion in all your raps though
But your shit look like the trap on this Google Maps, though
We been brothers since Versace bando, woah
Name ringin’ like a Migo trap phone, woah
Used to be with Vashtie at Santo’s
That’s on Tommy Campos, we live like Sopranos and I—

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, Offset
Niggas pocket watchin’ (watchin’)
I want that thot, this thot, ménagin’ (which one?)
I bought a franchise to double up the profits (franchise)
We make a landslide, chopper get to poppin’ (landslide)
Eliott got me rocky
Blow a socket, chicken teriyaki (brr)
Take off rocket keep ’em in pocket
Water gon’ lock it, quadruple the profit (profit)
I walk like I walk (hey) talk like I talk (woah)
What’s in my vault? Load of cash and the salts (brr)
I put a lab in my loft (lab)
She cook up and jab with the folk (jab)
By the pair, I got karats that choke (by the pair)
By the pair, I got karats each load (by the pair)
Private life, private jets ’round the globe (private life)
Hit a bitch, hit a lick with the ‘cho (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Watch it buck, no Milwaukee (hunnid)
Walk it, like I talk it
That’s my bro, he know the lingo (lingo)
Ain’t no walkie-talkie (no)
This some, “You know, why don’t we know?” (We know?)
Hold out on that coffee
Smoke the cookie, get the coughin’
Drop dead fresh, I need a coffin
Ballin’, somethin’ we do often (ball)
Take the pot and I’m splashin’ up, dolphin (splash)
Take the nine and go buy me a faucet (nine)
Walkin’ like I talk a nigga done bought it (uh)
I play the coach so I gotta call it (call it)
Up in the shits, some niggas just dormant (shits)
Walk in the buildin’, they start applaudin’ (applaudin’)
I get a rebound, ain’t talkin’ ’bout Spalding (ball)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it

Letting it go
Letting it go
Try to get a grip on what this means
Ebb and the flow
Ebb and the flow
[?]

Everyone knows
Everyone knows
Something isn’t always what it seems
What if we chose
What if we chose
To sing a sadder song in minor key

They don’t know
They don’t know
They don’t know shit
They don’t know
They don’t know
They don’t know shit
Now everyone is staring at the sun because
They don’t know
They don’t know
They don’t know shit
They don’t know
They don’t know shit about getting burned

Well all y’all motherfuckers wanna chase the sun
But you gotta be willing to take a – y’know what I’m sayin’
Burn

The simple satisfaction knowing that we won is [?]
Constantly groaning [?] buoyancy
[?} eternity
No one direction
No affliction[?]
No affinities
For you or for me

Walk with me
Follow my lead
Did I mention [?]
Take you to the promised land
I’m more of a liar than a man
Lead the horses to the lake
Watch them while they drown in their mistake[?]
Dress the wolves in woven sheets
{?] sheep

I / hate / black / sheep
Sheep
Sheep
Sheep
Be a fuckin’ wolf
A wolf
A wolf
Fuck

‘Ay yo what the fuck did you mean
When you said you felt sorry for me
Every word it meant nothing to me
When you feigned that sympathy

‘Ay yo what the fuck did you mean
When you said you felt sorry for me
Oh motherfuck