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[Intro: Giggs]
Yeah, Hollowman
Gunna, Felon
Welcome 2 Boomzville
Cash in the rassclart building
It’s nothing

[Verse 1: Gunna Dee + Fem Fel]
Snitches in the station leaving letters like the mailman
Bitch niggas pointing fingers like they just got their nails done
I do early robberies to start my daytime
You can say I wake up, just to make you lay down
But don’t act up, or I’ll make you stay down
You wanna act up and hide?
You’ll get wrapped up and tied
You’re fucking with the Pecknarm killers
But you’ll still get wrapped up alive
‘Round here, there ain’t no fakes you better get your facts right
‘Cause Hollow’s got the Mac
And you won’t get that Mac with no fries
With that Mac, you’ll get wrapped and left to the side
My Pecknizzy niggas, trust me we do this
You can tell we’re the realest
We don’t fuck with pretenders
Pecknarm, SN1, a bunch of top hitters
You don’t wanna get your top popped like a Guinness

[Chorus: Giggs]
Do dis ting
Niggas better know we
Do dis ting
Jail niggas know we
Do dis ting
Southside niggas
Do dis ting
Pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting
Even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting

[Verse 2: Fem Fel]
Potential pistol popper, slash Crystal popper
Got the shotty in my lap feeling like a trucker
Every nigga’s staring at the lad
Since Hollow Gind, every nigga’s staring at the bag
Arms out like I’m balanced on a stunt
More guns out, niggas act silly then you dun know
I left niggas marked like a rubber band
And I let it spark, one chance I’ma drop a man
They say they ain’t heard of the Felon
I’ve been out here bringing half-a-bird in for seven
And I’m pissed off, bitch niggas get it criss-crossed
I creep on a rich nigga with my shit cocked
And I’m still good with the metaphor
Trey-pound seen more spins than a record store
Felon I’m a legend on this rap ting
One diss and it’s definitely a strap ting

[Chorus: Giggs]
Do dis ting
Niggas better know we
Do dis ting
Jail niggas know we
Do dis ting
Southside niggas
Do dis ting
Pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting
Even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting

[Verse 3: Giggs]
I’ma, show you prats what a banger is
I’ma show you niggas what immaculate swagger is
Look how expensive the jacket is
I ain’t gotta mention my strategies
Back where the manor is
Strapping the cannabis
Blacked-out whip, with the strap in the back of it
Or it might be packed with a bag of chips
A-class, I ain’t gotta mention my category
Vexed that I’m trapping
He shouldn’t even think ’bout attacking me
Niggas better step from the back of me
If I pull the spesh out my jacket
Me and Gunna Dee might flip out and press shit erratically
Don’t try make a mug of me, what’s the matter b
My niggas stay sucker-free, ain’t no jacking me
And we ain’t fucking with the D’s, ain’t no ratting g
Pecknarm niggas are the greaziest packing heat

[Intro: Dubz]
Yeah, these niggas ain’t on this ting
Nah, not at all
Dubz, Giggs
Not on dis ting, nah they’re not on dis ting
Spare No 1, C.R.E.A.M
Doing this ting, on dis ting fully

[Verse 1: Dubz]
Who am I blood?
Mixed race, screwface, two face
Squeeze baller guys like toothpaste
Do or die blood!
That’s the motto the real niggas’ll feel me
The fake niggas’ll not show, love
‘Cause they know that we’re gangster
And if they know the mash ain’t here
Then they know that the shanks are
Step close then I poke up your man, cha
Getting dough is the focus of my gang, brah
That’s we roll on ’em, hold ’em in the van
And let this likkle nigga know that we’re going to the bank
Let him hear the sound from the Heckler & Kosch
It’s going down when we pepper your spot
It’s going down, but I ain’t Yung Joc
Walk it out, don’t talk it out, let that gun pop
Pop, let that gun pop
But only if it’s necessary, get them funds dog

[Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Rolling a spliff
Yeah the food for my brain, ’cause I’m ’bout to zone out in a bit
With Boomblast controlling the hit
Niggas know what it is
And niggas know how we roll in this bitch
Shotting the press
If I got a strally in the car, better know I ain’t stopping for feds
What the fuck got up in your head?
‘Cause if I’m popping the lead
Shit’ll get worse than a hospital bed
Fuck the rest of them, I roll with the best of men
Me and the 9mm are best of friends
You keep talking ’bout your young guns
Fam I’ve got Young Guns too, like Emilio Estevez
And I ain’t going back, nah fuck a prison
I don’t rave without my strap, I ain’t fucking slipping
Last nigga fucked around with Hollowman got something in him
Thought he was a G, got capped, now he fucking isn’t
Load the shit up then I rinse it all
Plus I’ve got my gloves on, so there ain’t no prints at all
Yeah the reason might be petty, but niggas know this
I rinsed that motherfucker ’cause of principal
Talk from the heart, and I don’t need to talk when I bark
That ain’t even in my thoughts when I spark
And I ain’t even trying anymore
So my next mixtape, I’m calling ‘Walk In Da Park’
Motherfuckers know I get my mash on
Masked up, black bandana any fucking hat on
Ain’t no time for talking, turn the Mac on
The way blood’s gonna run
You can say it’s time to turn the tap on
You can say my violent side is back on
Tell them motherfuckers that the genocide is back on
Gather up my soldiers and my straps
And tell them fucking riders that it’s time for us to crack on

[Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting

I need Jesus or I need whiskey
Whatever works best to get me
Through
Gettin’ over you

A little Friday night hallelujah
A congregation of backsliders
Just like me
Yeah, what I need

Is a neon church
With a jukebox choir
Full of honky tonk angels
With their wings on fire
Straight pourin’ out that Johnnie Walker healin’
I got a feelin’
I need a neon church

Baptize me in that barroom smoke
Bartender, preach to me ’til my heart ain’t broke
No more
Ain’t that what this place is for?

I tried bended knee, hands-up prayin’
But damn did that hurt [?] just keep hangin’
Around
What I need right now

Is a neon church
With a jukebox choir
Full of honky tonk angels
With their wings on fire
Straight pourin’ out that Johnnie Walker healin’
I got a feelin’
I need a neon church

[?] sippin’ down that unholy water
Save that hurt-like-hell for tomorrow
I’ll stay here all night

In a neon church
With the party crowd
Where the good times roll
And the music’s loud
Instead of home starin’ holes in the ceiling
I got a feeling

Is a neon church
With a jukebox choir
Full of honky tonk angels
With their wings on fire
Straight pourin’ out that Johnnie Walker healin’
I got a feelin’
I need a neon church

[Intro: Ashlee Simpson & Evan Ross]
That was so funny
Yeah
That didn’t work out
Wait, I
You tryna look at it?

[Verse 1: Evan Ross]
It’s quarter to nine
Friday night
I’m way too tispy
I’m ready to ride
‘Cause we locked eyed
If you come get me
Come get me

[Pre-Chorus: Evan Ross]
Gimme your attention
Baby, I can’t hold back
Guilty by subimission
Baby, I can’t hold back
Gimme your attention
Baby, I can’t hold back
Guilty by submission
Baby, I can’t hold back

[Chorus: Evan Ross & Ashlee Simpson]
You’re my tonic
My vodka contic
Alright
You’re my tonic
My gin and tonic
Alright
You’re my tonic
My vodka tonic
Alright
You’re my tonic
My gin and tonic
Alright
Alright

[Verse: Ashlee Simpson]
Its a quarter to five
Been out all night
I’m way too twisted
I’m dancing on you
Enjoy the view
I’m way too gifted
Too gifted
Give me your
Give me your
Gimme your attention
You cannot just hold back
Gulty by submission
You cannot just hold back
Gimme your attention
You cannot just hold back
Gulty by submission
You cannot just hold back

[Chorus: Evan Ross & Ashlee Simpson]
You’re my tonic
My vodka contic
Alright
You’re my tonic
My gin and tonic
Alright
You’re my tonic
My vodka tonic
Alright
You’re my tonic
My gin and tonic
Alright
Alright

[Bridge: Evan Ross & Ashlee Simpson]
I’m feeling this love hangover
Every time your over here filling my cup
I’m feeling this love hangover
Every time your over here filling my cup
Alright
Right here filling my cup

[Chorus: Evan Ross & Ashlee Simpson]
You’re my tonic
My vodka contic
Alright
You’re my tonic
My gin and tonic
Alright
You’re my tonic
My vodka tonic
Alright
You’re my tonic
My gin and tonic
Alright
Alright

[Verse 1 – Jessie Reyez]
Hi, my name is Doesn’t Matter
I like making bad decisions
Let’s wake up like nothing happened
If we do it, say we didn’t
If your friends ask if you hit it
You can tell them, I’ll admit it
I wear that shit like a badge
‘Cause I know that I got that kitty

[Chorus – Jessie Reyez]
You, you’re in love with somebody else
Maybe I could offer some help
Get over them by getting under me
But you might OD if you get too much of me
OD if you get too much of me
OD if you get too much of me, yuh

[Verse 2 – Jessie Reyez]
Hi, my name is not important
I’m not from here, I’m imported
I drink liquor like it’s water
Hope my liver can afford it
I’ve been lying here [?]
I’ve been lying here, I’ll be lying here
I’m under the covers
Like what happened here ain’t nothing sacred
Shit that got me fucked up is
I know that dude just saw me naked
Not interested in a broken heart
But who’d a thought it’d take me ages
I ended up here ’cause my girls said
“Fake it ’til you make it”

[Chorus – Jessie Reyez]
You, you’re in love with somebody else
Maybe I could offer some help
Get over them by getting under me

[Verse 3 – JRM]
Hi, my name is not important
I’m not from here, I’m imported
I drink liquor like it’s water
Hope my liver can afford it
Marvin type of healing
Got you all up in your feelings
Staring at the ceiling
Like, “I hope he still here in the morning”
You under the covers
Like what happened here ain’t nothing sacred
I can tell you fucked up over
Someone else you can’t replace, and
You finally realized
That broken love just ain’t worth saving
You tryna lick the wounds
But someone’s not reciprocatin’

[Chorus – JRM (& Jessie Reyez)]
You, you’re in love with somebody else
(You’re in love with somebody else)
Well, maybe I could offer some help
(Maybe I could offer some help)
Get over them by getting under me
But you might OD if you get too much of me
OD if you get too much of me, uh
Get over him by getting under me
But you might OD if you get too much of me

[Chorus – Jessie Reyez & JRM]
‘Cause you’re in love with somebody else
Well, maybe I could offer some help
Get over them by getting under me
But you might OD if you get too much of me
Might OD if you get too much of me
Get over him by getting under me
But you might OD if you get too much of me

[Outro – Jessie Reyez]
OD if you get too much of me
I’d OD if you get too much of me
OD if you get too much of me