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[Intro]
Yeah
Could this, could this
Could it be?
Could this, could this
Could be, yeah, listen

[Verse 1]
Do you think there’s something funny about this scenario?
We ain’t spent a minute apart since the day we said hello
I adore your conversation and your vibe’s so sensual
Are you feelin’ my connection, I just wanna know

[Chorus]
Could this be love?
I can’t getcha out of my mind
Could this be love?
Your touch gives me butterflies
Could this be love?
Should it be, could it be, help me solve this mystery
Could this be love?
Could this be love?

[Verse 2]
Got me holdin’ on for dear life, thinkin’ if I move or lose
‘Cause I’m feelin’ so lightheaded from the freaky shit you do
Has to be an explanation, what is good but I’ve confused
Fantasy or reality? No, I don’t have a clue

[Chorus]
Could this be love?
I can’t getcha out of my mind
Could this, could this be love?
Your touch gives me butterflies
Could this be love?
Should it be, could it be, help me solve this mystery
Could this be love?
Could this be love?

Could this be love?
I can’t getcha out of my mind
Could this be love?
Your touch gives me butterflies
Could this be love?
Should it be, could it be, help me solve this mystery
Could this be love?
Could this be love?

[Bridge]
Boy you got me thinkin’ I’m in love with you-puh
Still I’m wonderin’ if you feel it too
Boy you got me thinkin’ I’m in love with you-puh
Still I’m wonderin’ if you feel it too
Boy you got me thinkin’ I’m in love with you-puh
Still I’m wonderin’ if you feel it
My heart just skips a beat whenever I’m with you

[Chorus]
Could this be love?
I can’t getcha out of my mind
Could this be love?
Your touch gives me butterflies
Could this be love?
Should it be (uh), could it be, help me solve this mystery
Could this be love?
Could this be love?

Could this be love?
I can’t getcha out of my mind (oh)
Could this be love?
Your touch gives me butterflies
(I wanna know) could this be love?
Should it be (yeah), could it be (yeah), help me solve this mystery
(Should it be love?)
Could this be love?

[Outro]
Boy you got me thinkin’ I’m in love with you-puh
Still I’m wonderin’ if you feel it too
Boy you got me thinkin’ I’m in love with you-puh
Still I’m wonderin’ if you feel it too
Boy you got me thinkin’ I’m in love with you-puh
Still I’m wonderin’ if you feel it
My heart just skips a beat whenever I’m with you
Yeah

[Interlude]
When you look at me
Do you want me
Just for what you see?
Do you think I’m that person that you watch on T.V.?
There’s another side
That I don’t hide
But may never show
Damita Jo
Thank you

[Intro]
Hah, hah, check it (word)
Hah hah hah (yeah yeah yeah), check it
(Yeah, yeah) hah, hah (yeah yeah yeah)
Hah (Bloc), hah (whoa), hah (word)

[Verse]
These niggas after me
I got them shooters on balconies
I’m gettin’ head from a bitch and she Japanese (word)
Niggas they talkin’, I’m loadin’ and clappin’ these
Loadin’ and clappin’ these pistols (pistols)
You are not an automatic hitter (a hitter)
Really you an automatic misser
Fuck it, I’ma automatic get you (huh?)
Smack a nigga ass with the pistol (pistol)
Pop a nigga ass like a pimple (a pimple)
Store-store-store run, get the gun (store run)
Up the Tommy, take his funds (he gone)
Take the hundreds leave the ones
For the strippers nigga (for the strippers)
I got an SK with a shank, that’s the tipper nigga (that’s the tipper)
Beat a nigga, sweep a nigga
We don’t need them niggas (fuck ’em)
I don’t think you niggas ’bout nothin’ (word)
When I see you in the street (huh?), you ain’t even got a gun
Askin’ niggas for money (word), nigga you ain’t got no funds
You know I do it B-I-G, you can call me Big Pun (yeah yeah yeah)
But I don’t smoke no pom-poms
Run up, get done up (word)
My clip is so heavy, I can’t hold my arm up (my arm up)
Y’all niggas faker than warmups (warmups)
I got the bread like a farmer (I-I-I-I)
Shoot like I’m Mario Chalmers (Chalmers)
Workin’ my wrist, fuck my arm up (fuck my arm up)
I feel like Nash on the Suns, Mario chasin’ them corn
You dancin’, we pull up with guns, I’m 700, you done (Crip, Crip)
Got my hitters in the front like a radiator
Using big words so you know they annihilate you
I’m in her mouth like Now & Laters, bitch I got all flavors
Bring that shit back, no turntable
Multiply that like times tables
We ain’t got time for that
If you really want a crease, use the iron for that
Now a nigga need a piece of his spinal back
In a line of MAC’s
Ke-ke-keep that, keep that iron for that
If it’s an altercation, nigga we use nines for that
We don’t do conversations, baby we don’t got time for that
We ain’t got time for that, we ain’t got time for that

[Outro]
(Hey, wait)
We gon’ do the ad-libs
(Hey, wait)
Tay, told ’em go’n do the ad-libs
Klay, I got your bitch callin’ me a, bae
And I really don’t know what to, say
I want her head like some motherfuckin’ braids
And you know I’m finna, ayy, ayy, ayy
And I made this beat, ayy
Got your bitch and she in the sheets, ayy
And we turnt up in the studio
Track nation, yeah we live in this fuckin’ ho
I got your bitch, she tryna book me for a fuckin’ show
She gon’ make you pay for it, and you already know
Bitch, I’m live
Like Channel Five
I just put ’bout a three five
In a blunt, now I’m so fuckin’ high
To the sky though
Nigga askin’ me these questions, I’m like why though?
And my niggas got that money standing five four
My money standing six four, I’m in a six four with the loads
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, bitch

[Intro]
Always strive and prosper
Praying that I Iose, homie I’m too smooth
Always strive and prosper
Praying that I Iose, homie I’m too smooth
Always strive and prosper
(It’s a new day)
Praying that I Iose, homie I’m too smooth
Always strive and prosper
(But it’s a new day)
Praying that I Iose, homie I’m too smooth
Always strive and prosper
(It’s a new day)
Be praying that I Iose, homie I’m too smooth
Always strive and prosper
(It’s a new day)
He be praying I that Iose, homie I’m too smooth
Always strive and prosper
(It’s a new day)
See they praying that I lose, homie I’m too smooth

[Chorus]
‘Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag
‘Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag
‘Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag
See I ‘member times I was broke, now that nigga chasing that bag

[Verse 1]
2017, 2018, they brag about hoes I had
Coming through, stunting through look like a nigga dad
Foreign bitches pull up, type of bitch a nigga wish he had
Looking in the mirror, vision getting clearer, I see why you mad
Chickens coming in, they gotta go
She ain’t fucking, then she gotta go
Wanna see me drown, gotta float
Best believe I get it by the boat
Thirsty bitches wanna sit up in it
Have ya’ bitch and she be licking in it
Car so big, she wanna get up in it
Tell that bitch to chill and she still catching feelings
‘Magine how I fucking really feel
How a nigga really got a deal
‘Magine how that shit could really feel
And ‘magine how that shit could really change
‘Magine nigga taking over the game
Smoking gas nigga, burning propane
We’ll see niggas switch up, I’m the same
Coming through rocking [?] or [?]

[Chorus]
‘Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag
‘Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag
‘Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag
See I ‘member times I was broke, now that nigga chasing that bag

[Verse 2]
I pull up on your block in that Bim’ with the top missing
Reminiscing ’bout the times when I was on that block pitching
If them niggas talking reckless, tell them niggas stop bitching
I send my hitters on a mission, bet them niggas handle business
I’m cruising down [Lex?] with my shorties
I jump out the coupe with the 40
You know a nigga looking sporty
That’s why these bitches adore me
Busting down a fucking whole brick
You ain’t never load a whole clip
Who the fuck you think you fucking with?
Choppa when a nigga spit it
Target when a nigga hit it
And they automatic get it
Catch a nigga fucking slipping
Any nigga fucking get it
Better fucking pay attention
Nigga fucking handle business
Young nigga from the trenches

[Interlude]
They told me I would never ever prosper
They told me I would never ever prosper
They told me I would never ever prosper
Huh, now the nigga chasing that bag

[Chorus]
‘Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag
‘Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag
‘Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag
See I ‘member times I was broke, now that nigga chasing that bag

[Verse 1]
I can’t seem to find my peace of mind
But lately I still tell myself [?]
And I couldn’t ask for more
The first time, not the last time I saw you
Yeah, I would hold you closer but I don’t
The more I pull, the more you let go
I can’t say you be the same
The first time, not the last time I saw you

[Chorus]
So I hold you too close
I had to go, now it’s your move
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately
And it’s the way that you move
You wear my pride from your head to your shoes
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately

[Verse 2]
Oh, I can’t stop looking down at my phone
Keep you on, that’s all I’ve ever known
Well, I fucked up, that much is true
The last time, not the first time I saw you
Well, tell me something I don’t already know, yeah
Love your [?] from your fingers to your toes, yeah
I’ve been trippin’, I’ve been high, I’ve been low, yeah
The way you’re talking really got me confused
How close am I to losing you right now?

[Chorus]
So I hold you too close
I had to go, now it’s your move
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately
It’s the way that you move
You wear my pride from your head to your shoes
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately

[Bridge]
Oh, tell me that you’re never gonna leave me
You fuck it up, you make it look easy
I can’t lie, you fooled me one too many times
Well, tell me that you’re always gonna be around
My pride is lost but my love is found

[Chorus]
I won’t hold you too close
I had to go, now it’s your move
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately
And it’s the way that you move
You wear my pride from your head to your shoes
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately
Oh Lord, I’ve been on fire lately

[Intro: Chad Mac]
Here’s a little story that must be told
About a good ol’boy that got put on hold
They tried to hold me back from fortune and fame
But real country boys stay true to the game

[Verse 1: Chad Mac]
Yeah,Chad Mac in the place
And this is for the jacked up trucks with the bass
And the mud grip tires
They tried to stomp me out but I’m hotter than a bomb fire every Time I drink my 90 proof
My deer blind judging Crew with DJ Booth
This is how we party in the woods
So call up your folks and tell ’em it’s all good

[Chorus]
Turn up the radio we got the beer iced down
The moon is shining so pass it around
Tell ya friends and ya family that its all good
‘Cause this is how we do it when we party in the woods

[Verse 2: Afroman]
Afroman growing weed like a hippy
Party in the woods when I’m in Mississippi
I told Chad Mac my Cadillac might get stuck
Pick me up in the truck he came from the back wood to my back hood
(I got my pedal to the metal and the 4Wheels riding its all good)
Listen to the mutters water splashing out the gutters

[Chorus]
Turn up the radio we got the beer iced down
The moon is shining so pass it around
Tell ya friends and ya family that its all good
‘Cause this is how we do it when we party in the woods

[Verse 3: Chad Mac]
This is how we do it in the sticks
Just some good ol’ boys on that down south shit
If your country than you feel it
We party in the woods cause we all bout that real tree
Mudzillas on my shit cause they bite well
High beams cutting trails like a white tail
This how we partying so call up your folks and tell ’em it’s all good

[Chorus]
Turn up the radio we got the beer iced down
The moon is shining so pass it around
Tell ya friends and ya family that its all good
‘Cause this is how we do it when we party in the woods

[Verse 4: Afroman]
I was born in LA raised (Palmdale) from the west coast where raps came with me, don’t sell
“Well” i went down south with a colt 45 and a blunt in my mouth
After sippin’ Bacardi started spittin’ up the stupid all brickless part My grass roots stands from the woods of old grow
Help me take the shit off the stove

[Chorus]
Turn up the radio we got the beer iced down
The moon is shining so pass it around
Tell ya friends and ya family that its all good
‘Cause this is how we do it when we party in the woods