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[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy
I’m in the dark throwin’ twenty past eighty
I’m in the dark, it’s a movie, Scorsese
I’m in the dark, that’s how life been lately
In the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark

[Verse 1]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy (In the dark)
I’m in the dark tryna make a baby (In the dark)
I’m in the dark like, “Fuck you, pay me” (Fuck you)
I need my hundreds dark blue like the Yankees
Slowly (Slowly) losin’ my focus (Focus)
Need a bitch in a Benz, not a Ford Focus (Ford Focus)
I’m in the dark, I don’t trust you, I’m totin’ (I’m totin’)
YG on bullshit, you already knowin’ (‘Ready know)
My life dark (Dark)
The Lamborghini red, but it’s dark (It’s dark)
I drive mines in the dark, you leave it parked (Leave it parked)
Trust issues, I done had ’em since the start (Since the start)
I’m in the field with piranhas and the sharks (And the sharks)
I get a lot of love but it’s dark
The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night when it’s dark

[Chorus]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy
I’m in the dark throwin’ twenty past eighty
I’m in the dark, it’s a movie, Scorsese
I’m in the dark, that’s how life been lately
In the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark

[Verse 2]
I like my bitches dark (Dark)
I hit ’em at the park when it’s dark (When it’s dark)
I hit my target like a dart (Like a dart)
YG go dumb, but he’s smart (But he’s smart)
In real life, you a mark (You a mark)
Disrespect me, I’m on your head, I’m a scarf (I’m a scarf)
Told my barber cut my hair, leave a part (Leave a part)
But don’t line me up in the dark (In the dark)
My life dark, but I see the truth (But I see the truth)
Pop up on your bitch like peek-a-boo (It’s a pop-up)
I’m in a coupe, I don’t need the roof (I don’t need the roof)
Her ass really shock me like Pikachu (Pikachu)
(Ah) I do a bitch harsh (Harsh)
Break her heart to a thousand parts
They like, “How this ghetto nigga on the charts?”
Face down, ass up, back gotta be arched

[Chorus]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy
I’m in the dark throwin’ twenty past eighty
I’m in the dark, it’s a movie, Scorsese
I’m in the dark, that’s how life been lately
In the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark

[Refrain]
(Breathe, haa, haa, haa, haa)
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
(Haa, haa, haa, haa)
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
(Breathe, haa, haa, haa, haa)
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
(Haa, haa, haa, haa)
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark

[Chorus]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy
I’m in the dark throwin’ twenty past eighty
I’m in the dark, it’s a movie, Scorsese
I’m in the dark, that’s how life been lately
In the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark

[Outro]
Yeah, hahahahaha
Yeah, hahahahahaha
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, hahahaha
Yeah, hahahaha
In the dark

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[Intro: YG]
Yeah
This song right here about a girl named Keshia
I know we all know a girl named Keshia
If you don’t, listen to this

[Verse 1: YG]
Young Keshia, so fly, so diva
So wise, so eager, so hot, high fever
Everybody in the hood wanna taste her, she was teasin’
Everybody thought they had a chance with it, she wasn’t easy
She knew the Earth was made of dirt
Daddy wasn’t around but she knew her worth
You ain’t have to tell her cross her legs when she wore a skirt
Life goal’s to be a lawyer or a nurse
She let Ray hit it at 18 years young
Them grown-up bums had Ray sprung
Everybody knew she was the one
She ain’t fuck with lil’ boys since dun-dun-dun-duns
Photogenic, she knew her angles, huh
Everybody shot they shot from different angles, huh
Lookin’ in her eyes, you saw angels, huh
You would’ve swore she was an angel, huh

[Chorus: YG & Rose Gold]
Keshia had a baby (Pretty Keshia)
Keshia had a baby (So fly, so diva, so wise, so eager)
Keshia had a baby
Keshia had a baby (So hot, high fever, she was teasin’)
Keshia had a…

[Verse 2: YG]
Ray was a young boy when Christ start comin’ ’round
Chris was playin’ ball so she couldn’t turn him down
He was full of game, she got hers from her mama
Ray was lame compared to Chris, but Chris came with the drama
Mama always said she was Michelle, she need Obama
Mama said don’t settle with no broke nigga, that’s a problem
She ran that same game on Ray, that’s sad
She left Ray for Chris, she in her bag
Now Ray all fucked up, Chris just lucked up
Ray probably suicidal ’cause he really love her
Chris a first round draft pick, he ’bout to blow up
Ray somewhere gettin’ drunk, face on sad pup
Keshia ain’t trippin’, she don’t think ’bout it at all
Months later, Ray seen Keshia pregnant in the mall
Jaws dropped like, “Ahh” (Oh)
Ray was really her dawg and she did him like a dog

[Chorus: YG & Rose Gold]
Keshia had a baby (Keshia, Keshia, Keshia, Keshia, Keshia)
Keshia had a baby (Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous Keshia)
Keshia had a baby (Keshia, Keshia, Keshia)
Keshia had a baby
Keshia had a…

[Verse 3: YG]
Chris finally made it to the league
Chris was scoring thirty points a game, MVP
Twenty mil’ a year, the highest paid on the team
Life was good good, Keshia neck bling bling
Keshia wrist bling bling, Keshia ring bling bling
He was a made nigga with a bad bitch on his team
Couple goals, they was a meme
Anywhere they came, they came clean
This one late night, they was on a date night
Dinner at a beach house, you know that view was hella nice
Then Chris phone rang, it read, “Boo Thang”
Keshia paused like…
“You bitch ass nigga, who the fuck is ‘Boo Thang?’
Where she at? I’ma beat her ass and run her over in this Mulsanne”
He said, “Don’t leave me”
She said, “Fuck you, I’m gone”
He said, “We got a baby, where you gon’ go?”

[Chorus: YG & Rose Gold]
Keshia had a baby (Keshia, Keshia, tell me where you goin’, Keshia)
Keshia had a baby (When they’re dead, you can’t leave ’em, ’cause the baby gon’ need ’em)
Keshia had a baby (you know you can’t leave ’em, ’cause the baby gon’ need ’em)
Keshia had a baby (Keshia had a baby, ooh)
Keshia had a…

[Outro: Rose Gold & YG]
It was what you wanted, huh?
Now you know you fucked up, Keshia
Got a baby that you love
But the baby ain’t enough for Keshia
I was raised to be secure and you know you insecure like Keshia
Now you lookin’ like, “Damn” (Damn)
“Havin’ Chris’ baby ain’t make him love me”
He take care of the kid
Don’t you worry ’bout that bitch
That’s the way they set up with
That’s just how the story is, oh Keshia
What you did to Ray ain’t cool
You left him, that was wrong
And now Ray won’t answer his phone
Drama’s at your door
That’s how it goes
Keshia had a baby

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[Intro: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)

[Verse 1: YG]
I can smell a bitch nigga a mile away
Type of nigga so bitch, he should put “bitch-made” on his license plate (Bitch)
From that real shit, you bitch niggas play hide and seek (Bitch ass niggas)
Me and bitch niggas, we don’t conversate
Bitch niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate (Bitch ass nigga)
But nah, nigga, I’m a real nigga, I had to bag up weight
You got fear in your heart so you cooperate (Bitch)
I can’t stand how bitch niggas operate
You’s a bitch (Bitch), your mama know you a bitch (Bitch)
Your girl even know you a bitch (Bitch)
I don’t know how she suck your dick, pause
You got caught with some shit (Shit)
With your best friend and your clique (Clique)
Y’all got caught hittin’ a lick (Hit)
Everybody went down ’cause you snitched (Aw)
Whoever raised you ain’t do a good job at that (That)
Whoever raised you need to get slapped
Karma is a bitch and she gon’ get you, nigga, just like that
‘Cause once a bitch, nigga, always a bitch, facts

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Want me to rap, you gotta book a nigga (Uh-huh)
I fucked his bitch, I took that pussy from a pussy nigga (Yeah)
I’m bringin’ real niggas back, they overlooked a nigga (Uh-huh)
You like to show these niggas guns, I beat him, took your pistol (Hah)
I fuck her all off in the kitchen and I’m cookin’ with her
She made me bacon with the eggs, thought she was cookin’ dinner (Mmh)
Two hours later, you on IG takin’ pictures with her (Yeah)
Soon as I woke up, gave me head, that’s breakfast in bed (Yeah)
Told on your nigga, he went fed, they found out you scared (Hah)
You play with me, you gotta go, I ain’t gotta say it (Nope)
I pull it out, bitch, I’ma blow, so watch how you play it, you lil’…

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

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[Intro]
Grrrrat, head crack
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Ooh I’m rich bitch
We tote clips, bitch
Y’all just fishsticks
It ain’t Christmas, but it’s lit bitch
See my whip, bitch? Futuristic
We gon hit shit, we don’t miss
Suck a nigga dick with the lipstick
Flick the wrist-wrist, let it gliss-gliss
If he run up on me, we got sticks, bitch
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no lovey-dovey, ain’t no kiss-kiss
Baby we real shooters, we some misfits
We do headshots, we do leg shots
Give you red dots, bitch I’m red hot
Yeah, uh, fifty more racks, I’m with my baller bitch
Ay, shawty wan’ fuck, I told her it all depends
After the club and you callin’ up all of your friends
End of the night with somebody daughter again

[Chorus]
Ooh I’m rich bitch
We tote clips, bitch
Y’all just fishsticks
It ain’t Christmas, but it’s lit bitch
See my whip, bitch? Futuristic
We gon hit shit, we don’t miss
Suck a nigga dick with the lipstick
Flick the wrist-wrist, let it gliss-gliss
If he run up on me, we got sticks, bitch
Yeah

[Verse 2]
(Instrumental)

[Chorus]
Ooh I’m rich bitch
We tote clips, bitch
Y’all just fishsticks
It ain’t Christmas, but it’s lit bitch
See my whip, bitch? Futuristic
We gon hit shit, we don’t miss
Suck a nigga dick with the lipstick
Flick the wrist-wrist, let it gliss-gliss
If he run up on me, we got sticks, bitch
Yeah

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[Intro]
Welcome back to sports chat I’m standing here with two fellas who are having a heck of a year, the Bash Brothers
At this point guys I think everyone knows who you are, but just in case, why don’t you introduce yourselves
Oh okay well

[Hook]
They call me Joseeeeeeeee
And I’m Mark
Joseeeeeeeee
And I’m Mark

[Verse 1]
Go Jose go oiled up like Rambo
Take the needle out my butt and hop in the lambo
Th-The anabolics got me feelin’ bionic
Cause’ you know I’m indestructible
I’m Jose, I’m Mark
You’re a stud
And you’re a thoroughbred stallion
Necks laced up with the let’s bash medallion
Rollin’ to hilltop mall to get a pager
Got girls of every flavour
Because we’re in the Majors

Freaks hit up my Skytel, I’ll come mess up your Maybelline
My beeper beeping more than my dialysis machine
K-k-kidney failure’s just part of the game
We’re not ashamed now the world knows my motherfucking name

[Hook]
They call me Joseeeeeeeee
And I’m Mark
Joseeeeeeeee
And I’m Mark

[Bridge]
Canseco, can make the hoes go low
Slow mo for your bro and [?]
1980 oh [?] the year of the [?]
The whole Bay love me cause’ I’m so bolo
Speeding though San Fran
Got a pass from the popo
Pumpin’ my andros then wash ’em down with SoCo

[Verse 2]
Try and touch my cherry curls I’ll put you in a chokehold
Hit the taco bell and drop the extra guacamolo
Hotbox the whole Lambo with pakalolo
And teach me that taekwondo though
Well step into my dojo
Cocaine fists cave your nose hole
They don’t know though
We like Samwise and Frodo
But also like Dorothy and Toto
But way more swole bro
Our bodies are loco that’s why they’re chanting

[Hook]
Joseeeeeeeee (Jose Jose Jose)
And I’m Mark
Joseeeeeeeee (Jose Jose Jose)
My name is Mark McGwire I play first base

They call me Joseeeeee (Jose, Jose, Jose)
(And I’m Mark, And I’m Mark And I’m Mark)
And I’m Mark
Joseeeeeeeee (And I’m Mark, I’m Mark)
And I’m M-m-m-m-Mark