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[Intro: Velous]
Flipmode, flipmode (let’s go)
Knock it down, fade away, yeah
Knock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 1: Velous]
Faded off the woohah (woo)
You know I’m faded off the woohah (woo)
Bustin’, bustin’ out the trap (trap)
In the coupe doing laps (skrrt)
Got me a Dominican mami (yeah)
Folding paper, origami (yeah)
Ragger, ragger on sight (yeah)
Spliff Star off the hype (yeah)
Ain’t got no time to fall in love (love)
Ain’t no time to fall in love (love)
When the push come to shove (sheesh)
Money all I ever love (sheesh)
Gary Payton with the glove (yeah)
O.J Simpson with the glove (yeah)
Guilty pleasure, pick your poison
We got all of the above (sheesh)
Shooter, shooters on deck (yeah)
Still banging with the set (yeah)
30 thousand in the P.J (woo)
Got my niggas out the ‘jects (yeah)
Surfin’ through the village, bust it, bust it up
Diamonds on me flooded bust down (woo)
Ever since she let me bust it, bust it up
She be wanting me to cuff now, ghost

[Chorus: Velous & Fabolous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah, Loso)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Told shawty, make it clap (clap)
Shawty, just make it clap (clap)
All the homies got a 30 up
My warriors gotta Curry up
Somethin’ foreign when I’m skurtin’ up (skrrt)
If they comin’, better hurry up (skrrt)
Wrist game, I’ma stir it up (whip it)
‘Til the white McFlurry up (whip it)
Mickey D’s, I’m lovin’ it
Super bad, McLovin’ it
Slide up in it with the oven mitt (woah)
Now she callin’ out my government (woah)
Freddy Kruger with the glove (glove)
Michael Jackson with the glove (glove)
Keep it lit and get the money (yeah)
I do both of the above (yeah)
I’ve been juggin’ since flip phones
Bedrockin’ like Flinstones
Doin’ numbers in my zip code
Squad with it on flipmode
Shawty ’bout to let her clip go
Busta, busta, busta, bust that
A big butt and a smile
I know they told me, never trust that but I

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah, go ‘head with it (woo)
Baby, bust it open out the roof (woo)
Yeah, this car brand new, give it to you
Now she actin’ brand new, flipmode
I got a new bitch. flipmode
All the money I get, flipmode
You don’t ball like this, hell no
My whole team lit, it’s simple (woo)
What you want? Just tell me what you want, baby (yeah)
What you doing? Let’s just start with foreplay (yeah)
When I perform, your shaking make the bed break
Until the the morning, your lips turn me on, baby
Smo-smoke one with me, let’s get faded (yeah)
Hit the showers, heat it up, still wide awake
I don’t even know, said she got a man at home, I love her anyway
And if that nigga say he love you like he do
Where your wedding ring? (woo)

[Chorus: Velous & Chris Brown]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (down, fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
I told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (oh)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (for me)
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (ow)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (sheesh)

[Intro: Velous]
Flipmode, flipmode (let’s go)
Knock it down, fade away, yeah
Knock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 1: Velous]
Faded off the woohah (woo)
You know I’m faded off the woohah (woo)
Bustin’, bustin’ out the trap (trap)
In the coupe doing laps (skrrt)
Got me a Dominican mami (yeah)
Folding paper, origami (yeah)
Ragger, ragger on sight (yeah)
Spliff Star off the hype (yeah)
Ain’t got no time to fall in love (love)
Ain’t no time to fall in love (love)
When the push come to shove (sheesh)
Money all I ever love (sheesh)
Gary Payton with the glove (yeah)
O.J Simpson with the glove (yeah)
Guilty pleasure, pick your poison
We got all of the above (sheesh)
Shooter, shooters on deck (yeah)
Still banging with the set (yeah)
30 thousand in the P.J (woo)
Got my niggas out the ‘jects (yeah)
Surfin’ through the village, bust it, bust it up
Diamonds on me flooded bust down (woo)
Ever since she let me bust it, bust it up
She be wanting me to cuff now, ghost

[Chorus: Velous & Fabolous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah, Loso)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Told shawty, make it clap (clap)
Shawty, just make it clap (clap)
All the homies got a 30 up
My warriors gotta Curry up
Somethin’ foreign when I’m skurtin’ up (skrrt)
If they comin’, better hurry up (skrrt)
Wrist game, I’ma stir it up (whip it)
‘Til the white McFlurry up (whip it)
Mickey D’s, I’m lovin’ it
Super bad, McLovin’ it
Slide up in it with the oven mitt (woah)
Now she callin’ out my government (woah)
Freddy Kruger with the glove (glove)
Michael Jackson with the glove (glove)
Keep it lit and get the money (yeah)
I do both of the above (yeah)
I’ve been juggin’ since flip phones
Bedrockin’ like Flinstones
Doin’ numbers in my zip code
Squad with it on flipmode
Shawty ’bout to let her clip go
Busta, busta, busta, bust that
A big butt and a smile
I know they told me, never trust that but I

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah, go ‘head with it (woo)
Baby, bust it open out the roof (woo)
Yeah, this car brand new, give it to you
Now she actin’ brand new, flipmode
I got a new bitch. flipmode
All the money I get, flipmode
You don’t ball like this, hell no
My whole team lit, it’s simple (woo)
What you want? Just tell me what you want, baby (yeah)
What you doing? Let’s just start with foreplay (yeah)
When I perform, your shaking make the bed break
Until the the morning, your lips turn me on, baby
Smo-smoke one with me, let’s get faded (yeah)
Hit the showers, heat it up, still wide awake
I don’t even know, said she got a man at home, I love her anyway
And if that nigga say he love you like he do
Where your wedding ring? (woo)

[Chorus: Velous & Chris Brown]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (down, fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
I told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (oh)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (for me)
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (ow)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (sheesh)

Oh no, here we go again
Fighting over what I said
I’m sorry, yeah I’m sorry
Bad at love, no, I’m not good at this
But I can’t say I’m innocent
Not hardly, but I’m sorry
And all my friends, they know and it’s true
I don’t know who I am without you
I got it bad, baby
Got it bad
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
And I hope I never see the day
That you move on and be happy without me
Without me
What’s my hand without your heart to hold?
I don’t know what I’m living for
If I’m living without you
All my friends, they know and it’s true
I don’t know who I am without you
I’ve got it bad, baby
I got it bad
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
My heart’s like
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
Everything I need
Is standing in front of me
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah
Through the ups and downs
Baby, I’ma stick around
I promise we will be alright, alright
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
Everything I need
Is standing right in front of me
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah

Don’t need no tab, don’t need no VISA
No bouncer looking like a wannabe Vin Diesel
Don’t need your friends all getting jealous
Watching you walk in looking so good that you could sell it

Uh-uh, not again
Girl, let’s get this party started where the party always ends

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house
At the house
Yeah, that’s what it’s all about

Don’t need no plans (nope), no reservations (uh-uh)
Nobody calling me up, saying, "where you at, man? We waiting"
We can keep it on chill (oh, yeah), or get a little obnoxious (uh-huh)
Go ahead and get your freak on, ain’t nobody gonna stop us

Uh-uh, girl, just the essentials
You and me, a little Smithworks
Rockin’ out this residential

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house

Uh-uh, not again
Girl, let’s get this party started where the party always ends

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house
Yeah, at the house
That’s what it’s all about

Mmm, yeah
At the house

[Sample]
Eight track stereo, colored TV in every room
And you can snort a half a piece of dope every day
It’s the American Dream, nigga, well ain’t it?
God knows it’s a rotten game. The only one the man left us to play
That’s the stone cold truth

[Planet Asia]
Yea
Twist something

[Verse 1]
Bumping Mozzy in the Maserati
Allegedly they say my little Relly caught a body
My city going stupid mainly
Lil niggas in the pen going super crazy
Runners over the stove, giving slight twirls with hoes
That powder they nose with that white girl
Four door Porsches and polo horses
Golf courses, teriyaki swordfish, exotic fortress
Gangsta gun game, my [?] aim damage a frame
Like the paper at the gun range, I’m sun blazing
Cross the line, I might down ya
That’s why I feel at home around the chain lifters, and body counters
Heavy handed henchmen, victorious vigilant
Still killing shit, it’s pretty boy militance
These rappers is a fuckin joke
Broke niggas tryna beef always getting smoked

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Verse 2]
Wasn’t for this, then I’d still be jooking
I’m still jooking, it’s just nothing is getting tooken
Words is like coke, I’m used to cooking
Like aftershocks niggas is used to booking
Saw so much that I cannot be shooken
My goons follow ’cause I know the way
Trained to go fast with no delay
Keep a shooter with a throwaway
When it’s war we never go away
SKs blow your face when big boys come out to play
The bullshit you better start squashing
Know your family would be set in place doing car washes
Have you taking shots like you was bar hoppin
You know the doctrine, since when the fuck y’all start poppin?
Medaliano, Masonic murder rap scholar
[?], major models sophisticado
Might Colombian fashion your casket
Put your head in a basket
There’s no way for you to even mask it

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Outro]
It’s the fuck I’m talking ’bout, man
Y’know I mean?
From the ground on up, dirty shit man
Yea