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[Intro: Chris Brown]
Oh, whoa

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
She said can I vibe with you, baby for a night?
I cannot say no to you, baby, you know I can’t do that
Can’t help my eyes, they glued to you, ooh yeah, aw yeah
Baby, you’re so damn fine, I’ll prove it to you, yes, I’ll prove it to you

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ooh, I’ll show you (I’m gon’ show you)
You deserve more (you deserve more)
I see what you be going through (oh)
You ain’t gotta hurt anymore ’cause I love you, baby

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I got this, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
Stop it, I know that you nervous (I know)
But you the only one that’s worth it (yeah, baby)
I got this, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
I promise, I got this, don’t worry (don’t worry)
And I know God put you here on purpose

[Verse 2: Agnez Mo & Chris Brown]
If I get a mirror, would it clear up your view (a little better)?
And when the smoke clear up, I’m still stuck on you (it’s on purpose, I)
I haven’t felt like this in a while, don’t feel like coming down (don’t feel like coming down)
Your love’s all ’round, boy, I feel you (oh, ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Agnez Mo & Chris Brown]
You know I deserve more (I’m gon’ show you, you deserve more)
You see what I’ve been going through (oh)
I ain’t gotta hurt anymore (hurt anymore)
‘Cause you love me, baby, hey, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Both]
I got this, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
Stop, I know that you nervous (I know)
But you the only one that’s worth it (yeah, baby)
You said I got this, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
I promise, I got this, don’t worry (don’t worry)
And I know God put you here on purpose

[Bridge: Chris Brown & Agnez Mo]
On purp-, on purp-, on purp-, don’t worry
And I know God put you here on purpose
Yeah
I got this, don’t worry
I got this, don’t worry
I got this, don’t worry
Don’t worry
Ooh
God, God put you here on purpose

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Agnez Mo]
Ooh, I’ll show you (I’m gon’ show you) (I’ll show you)
You deserve more (you deserve more) (you deserve more)
I see what you be going through, oh
You ain’t gotta hurt anymore ’cause I love you, baby

[Outro: Chris Brown & Agnez Mo]
Whoa, whoa
‘Cause I love you, baby (you, baby, baby)
You’re my baby, yeah
Oh baby
You know you are, my baby
You got this, don’t worry
Yeah
You got this, don’t worry

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah, mob
GG for life suckers
30 30, 30 30, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Bitches they ain’t shit, yeah, bitches on my dick, yeah
Niggas broke as shit, yeah, I can’t hit a lick, yeah
Check my criminal history, nigga I ain’t never snitched, nope
Ridin’ with that stick, yeah, pussy don’t get hit, yeah
Look at me I’m rich bitch, you might think I’ll make it fire
My niggas really hit shit, nigga GG is the mob
Bitch nigga don’t test me, I might throw your ass a lob
You know they call me Jefe, I can give your ass a job
That nigga was my homie then he turned into an opp
We ran into his homies, shot they ass up with the Glocks
Styrofoam on me, bitch you know I’m sippin’ wop
That trap phone for the junkies and my homies who got locked
30 30 on me, baby I won’t never lie
30, that’s my brodie, know he always got my back
Niggas tryna be Glizzy, they ain’t even got no straps
In competition with me, you ain’t even got them racks

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin’ them choppers like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier

[Verse 2: Goo Glizzy]
I been chasing money, bitch I got a hundred stacks
Everybody gotta go, I can’t get my 30 back
Hundred grams takin’ one, watch how quick I bounce back
If you ever cross the mob, ain’t no fuckin’ coming back
I’m a gangster, I’m a soldier, I got sales on Minnesota
I’m really thugging, I can show you
Fuck feelings, my heart frozen
Every time we go and expose you
Don’t act stupid, you know the motive
I just pray and keep it on me
When I pray it’s even on me
You know I’m pistol packin’, shawty get it clappin’ like the ‘Nolia
Ain’t no lackin’, bitch I’m strapped up, every day I’m loaded
He took one of my kind so forever bitch I owe it
The streets or in the jail nigga, I remain a soldier

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin’ them choppers like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier

[Verse 3: DF Gizzle]
Bitch I’m in LA, sippin’ Wockhardt with Philly
Smoking big blunts of gelato, boy this high don’t go away
Man they took my dog away, yeah they took my heart away
Homicide on my line, I’ma learn the harder way
Bitch I’m sliding every day, this ain’t slide, no way
Dropping thirty for 30, got ’bout twenty more to spray
Mama say she stressin’ crazy ’bout me, all she do is pray
Ask the lord to forgive me, hope he wash these sins away
‘Cause I been swinging that chopper like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
I been about that action, I know them niggas done told you
See I ain’t here to hold you, this shit really never over
It’s Glizzy Gang bitch, we bring it to you like we owe you, pussy

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin’ them choppers like a nigga from the ‘Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Trauma Tone
Young Jefe holmes

[Verse 1]
I used to sleep in them trenches
Now I’m in a house on the water
My bitch she a pretty New Yorker
No none of you cannot afford her
‘Cause she need a nigga that spoil her
I want her to give me a daughter
Bitch I got some goons in New Orleans
And they shoot them choppers and forties
I used to in the alley, where all of my niggas caught bodies
And they lost they foot in the sorry street
I needed my niggas beside me
Young Jefe, I’m a boss
No none of these niggas can fire me
And she let me get all her trust
Now she doing too much entirely
Girl how could you ever get tired of me?
Girl look at my face, don’t you lie to me
I knew that they wasn’t gon’ ride for me
They lied when they told me they proud of me
Bitch I really came up from poverty
Know you just in love with my salary
Now I don’t smoke shit but that Cali weed
We mobbin’ deep, I’m a prodigy

[Chorus]
This shit that I got on, you can’t afford this
I just left from Paris, bonjour bitch
I promise you don’t want to go to war bitch
I just got a chopper, came with four clips
Gave that girl a home, she was an orphan
Please leave me alone, I’m on some more shit
I was dead broke, I’m tryna make the Forbes list
Every time we get a check then we buy more clips

[Verse 2]
GG, king of DC
Pull in my new whip on a fuck nigga like beep beep
Chopper hold a hundred, guaranteed to get a three piece
Tell me do you want it, make us put that shit on repeat
She can make me shoot my gun, yeah she the only one
Don’t want to be a player girl, feel like Big Pun
She shake her pom poms, tell a nigga uh-uh
She fuckin’ with a don, she don’t need a son son, yeah
I come from the Yo girl, we say kill ’em all
Sold a lot of dope, yeah I fucked a lot of hoes
I rock a lot of gold and I rock a lot of shows
I rap ’bout how I’m trappin’ but it feel like rock and roll

[Chorus]
This shit that I got on, you can’t afford this
I just left from Paris, bonjour bitch
I promise you don’t want to go to war bitch
I just got a chopper, came with four clips
Gave that girl a home, she was an orphan
Please leave me alone, I’m on some more shit
I was dead broke, I’m tryna make the Forbes list
Every time we get a check then we buy more clips

[Intro]
Young Jefe, ayy

[Chorus]
These niggas talk that bullshit but they don’t want no pressure
Laser on the Glock, boy I spot you then I wet you
Heard some niggas in the city after the finesser
I’m probably with your shawty, you won’t ever see her ever
She had a lot of niggas, she ain’t had a nigga better
Ain’t fuckin’ with you niggas, she say Jefe get her wetter
Can’t take you to my house but baby I can give you pleasure
Put it in your mouth and you’ll be loving me forever

[Verse 1]
He buggin’ her, he miss her, but she beggin’ me to hit her
He can’t get his bitch back ’cause she with a nigga triller
Just the other day I heard they found my nigga’s killer
10K on the tray, I want that nigga in a zipper
Sippin’ on this dirty and I’m with my nigga 30
Bitch we keep them thirties ’cause these niggas playin’ dirty
The more you acting scary then the faster you get buried
And a nigga ain’t got no worries ’cause I shoot that bitch like Curry
I’m her number one contender, she like bitches on the low
I’m the one she gon’ remember, have her walking pigeon-toed
Yeah I come up off them stones, tell ’em some to get note
Got a bad redbone, told her get it on the floor

[Chorus]
These niggas talk that bullshit but they don’t want no pressure
Laser on the Glock, boy I spot you then I wet you
Heard some niggas in the city after the finesser
I’m probably with your shawty, you won’t ever see her ever
She had a lot of niggas, she ain’t had a nigga better
Ain’t fuckin’ with you niggas, she say Jefe get her wetter
Can’t take you to my house but baby I can give you pleasure
Put it in your mouth and you’ll be loving me forever

[Verse 2]
Love me for eternity or please don’t love me never
Oops I think she on to me so girl let’s get this cheddar
Never been a webster baby, c’mon let me test you
Glizzy I’m a weapon shawty I do protecting
Went some places last winter, one vacation I remember
Back to the first night when I took lil ma to dinner
Was lookin’ like a Kim but she was acting like a Jenner
She say she gon’ hold me down, ooh I think I got a winner
Young nigga from the streets, young nigga gotta eat
Young nigga I feel your pain, young nigga that once was me
I was standing out in that rain, tellin’ my lord don’t sell my tree
Now I got diamonds all in my chain, niggas they sat all in my seat

[Chorus]
These niggas talk that bullshit but they don’t want no pressure
Laser on the Glock, boy I spot you then I wet you
Heard some niggas in the city after the finesser
I’m probably with your shawty, you won’t ever see her ever
She had a lot of niggas, she ain’t had a nigga better
Ain’t fuckin’ with you niggas, she say Jefe get her wetter
Can’t take you to my house but baby I can give you pleasure
Put it in your mouth and you’ll be loving me forever

[Verse 1]
Said I’d drive to, to spend a day without you
And it’s hard to do, I can’t do it
Maybe it’s the things you do, you do
Huh, it make a nigga go crazy, guess I’m addicted to you, fuck

[Pre-Chorus]
And I don’t, I don’t wanna keep lying
I need a little you and me time
I wanna lick you, ooh, pussy keep crying
And the neighbors telling us to keep quiet

[Chorus]
Girl, just let go and let this happen
Close your eyes, feel my magic stick
We keep fucking up these mattresses
And my back got all these scratches, rough sex we’ll be practicing
Love when we goin’ at it

[Verse 2]
With all that ass, you better shake something
You better take off your clothes before I get mad
I need 1 on 1, 1 on 1
Quality time, we bump and grinding
Girl, let me see something
You know that I ain’t gon’ hold back
Don’t tease me, woman, don’t keep it from me, just please me, woman

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna keep lying, I don’t
I need a little you and me time, me time
I wanna lick you, ooh, pussy keep crying, woo
And the neighbors telling us to keep quiet

[Chorus]
Girl, just let go and let this happen (yeah, yeah)
Close your eyes, feel my magic stick
We keep fucking up these mattresses (your eyes)
And my back got all these scratches
Yeah, rough sex when we practicing
Love when we going at it, ooh yeah
Girl, just let go and let this happen
Close your eyes, feel my magic stick
We keep fucking up these mattresses
And my back got all these scratches
Rough sex when we practicing
Love when we goin’ at it
Girl, just let go and let this happen
Close your eyes, feel my magic stick
We keep fucking up these mattresses
And my back got all these scratches
Rough sex when we practicing
Love when we goin’ at it