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[Verse 1: Skengdo]
I heard mans whip in the nicest pot (Yes)
Greedy cunt, yeah I want that grub (Want it)
You wouldn’t think that I’m a skinny fuck
My chargies rise and they take mans belt
Sparkz just lurk, man he come like fox
Free Slapit out the fucking box (Free him up, free him up)
Rising heat and collecting dosh
Bro don’t stress, man the clocks don’t stop
Think I’m putting my faith in thots
You must be mad, I don’t love thots
Don’t be silly, just suck my cock
Finish the drop, get jiggy then bop
Cookie bud, yeah it coming like rock
Raw flavours, don’t give me that dust
Sticks and leaves, don’t give me that stuff
Gelato wave got me feeling all maud
Gelato wave got me feeling all maud
You’re beefing me, I don’t beef this don
I bought my rod, but the fishes gone
Never man bait, man the shit gets long
Ask .22 how the drill raps real?
Then he drew man out, coulda made man spill (Ching)
Sitting in the box, that’s never the deal
Now everyone knows how Skengdo feels

[Pre-Chorus: Skengdo]
Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
Been all ready like Clash of Clans
When we rise those things and we crash your clan
Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
Been all ready like Clash of Clans
When we rise those things and we crash your clan

[Chorus: AM]
Back with a bang (Boop-boop-boop)
Slap and attack
Crash in the back
Mind where you hang (Boop-boop-boop)
Act for the snap
Chat dem are chat
Not for the gang (Ayy-ayy)
And do-do-do, look what I what brang, just look
Look how they ran (Just look)

[Verse 2: AM]
How you gonna crash on me? (How?)
Don’t you know I step with cra’
Shh-shh, Crashaleen (Dudu)
Man fill up the ting with gas
Uh-uh, gasoline (Dudu)
See a hella man talking wass (Wass, wass), wasaleen (Ugh)
Look how many times we lurked and the feds can’t chat for me (No way)
She was tryna get me burst, but you ain’t trapping me (No way)
Bitch that’s a mazza
Uh, mazzaleen
If I make one call right now, get jump like trampoline (Dudu)
Clap man like tambourine (Ugh)
And if you ever get caught on road
I don’t wanna hear that you ain’t involved
Kick down doors, coulda bruck mans toes
Coulda bruck down bud, but your brass in broke
Italian came with sauce and smoke
Italian shoes, Italian coat
They know, we know
Baghdad doing the most

[Pre-Chorus: AM, Skengdo]
Back with a bang (Boop-boop-boop)
Slap and attack
Crash in the back
Mind where you hang (Boop-boop-boop)
Act for the snap
Chat dem are chat
Not for the gang (Ayy-ayy)
And do-do-do, look what I what brang (Just look)
Look how they ran (Just look)

[Chorus: Skengdo]
Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
Been all ready like Clash of Clans
When we rise those things and we crash your clan
Don’t make sense tryna crash or crash
Crash do crash, but the crash don’t chat
Been all ready like Clash of Clans
When we rise those things and we crash your clan

[Verse 1]
Morning found me lying on a floor in New Orleans
Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans
Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for the blues
And I sure miss my sweet Cocaine Carolina
Met her on an ocean liner, called her Cocaine Carolina
She was quite a lady then and I was twenty two
God knows how much I adored her, I just could not afford her
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?

[Chorus]
So goodbye Cocaine Carolina, you and I are through
I’m going back to LA getting clean, what I need to do
She don’t want me for my money, she just wants my body honey
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?

[Verse 2]
Oh someone said if I was lucky, I could go to Kentucky
Lexington was famous for it’s strip clubs and it’s pills
Carolina oh we should get up, don’t you know we’ll have to split up
Maybe I should go back to California

[Chorus]
So goodbye Cocaine Carolina, you and I are through
I’m going back to LA getting clean, what I need to do
She don’t want me for my money, she just wants my body honey
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?

[Outro]
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?

[Intro: Charli XCX & Bhad Bhabie]
Uh, oh damn
Uh, uh, oh damn
It’s Clean Bandit
With Charli XCX and Bhad Bhabie, bitch!

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
Had a lover undercover, kept it on the low
Said that you meant nothing but my feelings really grew
Not that I regret you but I met you, went insane
Oh, oh, yeah
Didn’t need forever but I needed just a call
Every night at 3 A.M I’m banging on your door
Crying on the marble where we used to fuck ’til dawn
Oh, oh

[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
What you doing to me?
Used to be a scene from a movie
Now I’m crying tears like a baby
Looking in the mirror, I don’t know me
Oh, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Fell in love with a bad, bad dude
Playboy style, should’ve seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It’s so rare for a girl like me
Playboy style, got me fallin’ deep
Did that dirt and I got receipts
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah

[Post Chorus: Charli XCX]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a

[Verse 2: Bhad Bhabie & Charli XCX]
When you making checks on checks they chase you for that dollar bill (What a bitch)
But where the fuck was you when all I had to eat was dollar meals? (Where was you at?)
Thought we’d have a run, boy
Thought you was the one, boy
But as I’m growing all the wiser I don’t want no young boys (Oh no)
Too many on me and I don’t discriminate (Nope)
Might take that bitch on a dinner date ([?])
Fashion Nova, new collection (Bitch)
[?] on me, I don’t gotta wait (Oh, you mad)
Gotta treat me like a lady (Like a lady)
But I’m still a bhad bhabie (Lady)
[?] texts on texts and I’m sorry it’s Bhabie with XCX
Yeah yeah

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Fell in love with a bad, bad dude
Playboy style, should’ve seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It’s so rare for a girl like me
Playboy style, got me fallin’ deep
Did that dirt and I got receipts
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah

[Bridge: Charli XCX]
Yeah, you said no one was home
Two bodies making shapes with the lights on
I hope she’s what you want, uh
Can’t believe I let a Playboy play me so damn good
Teardrops down the [?] from the girls from Hollywood
Kiss him better, then you leave him, then you hide the truth
Oh, oh, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Fell in love with a bad, bad dude
Playboy style, should’ve seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It’s so rare for a girl like me
Playboy style, got me fallin’ deep
Did that dirt and I got receipts
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah

[Outro: Charli XCX]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a
Uh, uh, oh damn
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a

[Intro: KYLE]
Mhm-mhm
Yup, yup
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Rita Ora, KYLE]
I still keep thinking that you
Would tell me the truth
But you never do
No, you don’t (No, no)
Should go bought your mirrors and lies
The perfect disguise
Do you pay the price
No, you don’t (No, no)

Yeah, I wish I could go (Wish I could go)
Back to the start
And tell myself that I hold the cards (Don’t go)
I don’t know (Woo)

Why do I follow
When you lead me nowhere?
You take the dark road
And baby, I go there
There’s a part of me
Somewhere deep
Down that still believes
That’s why I follow
When you lead me nowhere

You let my love got aways
You’re not gonna change
You’re not gonna change
No, you won’t (Nah)
Staying up at night and I pray it gets better
Waiting for a change in the weather
But I ain’t gonna wait here forever
No, I won’t

Yeah, I wish I could go (Wish I could go)
Back to the start
And tell myself that I hold the cards
I don’t know

Why do I follow
When you lead me nowhere?
You take the dark road
And baby, I go there
There’s a part of me
Somewhere deep
Down that still believes
That’s why I follow
When you lead me nowhere

Oh my, I just missed my line
Help me, I’m so blind
I just love your lies
How can you blame me?
You make him sound so amazing
Deep down I know that you hate me
Baby, it’s so entertaining

Yeah, I wish I could go (Wish I could go)
Back to the start
And tell myself that I hold the cards
I don’t know
I wish I could say
All the things I wanna say
And then walk away
I don’t know

Why do I follow
When you lead me nowhere?
You take the dark road
And baby, I go there
There’s a part of me
Somewhere deep
Down I still believe
That’s why I follow
When you lead me nowhere

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah