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You think you poppin’ cause your new chick low maintenance
Yeah you can’t handle it and I don’t have the patience
Your stroke was weak nigga
Pacin’ in the n*gger, don’t be playin’ with the n*gger
They waiting for Junglepussy
I was playin’ with myself, prayin’ for vacation
On the top shelf, prayin on caucasian?
Rather rise above than to lay back complacin’
You think you up next but bitch I’m adjacent
[?] turn on me that’s a fact then I faced it
Pregnant with success, friends don’t want you to make it
Steady searchin’ for the truth, I don’t gotta chase it
I wish we never met but I cannot erase it
Layin’ in the hammock
Lie with my [?]
Keep it caribbean when you kick it with my crew
Keep your bloodclot ma quiet I do not f*ck with you
Keep the team on my hip and we stickier than glue
My birthday Halloween so I’m freakier than you
Eatin’ jerk chicken while I’m finessin in the booth
We play the same sport, I don’t smell like you
Get in the same cheese, I don’t melt like you
You cute and all but the combo’s whack
What’s good with that ain’t cool with that
No I can’t relax, no I can’t relapse
Lemme bounce back, where my soldiers at?
With they shoulders back, whatchu lookin at?
No cook crack with that black girl magic
I’m smokin’ Spike Lee joint she just gotta have it
Everybody wanna be black it’s so tragic
Everytime I wear clothes I’m stoppin’ traffic
Everybody here knows I am the baddest
Don’t worry where my hair grow, n*gger the fattest
My nookie my ass tits, I’m never average
Out the f*cking window your career in a casket
Imma hard [?] fried chicken got my eyes low
These bitches so greasy, that’s why I don’t never follow
Style f*ckin’ dated like I’m starin’ at a dino-
Soaring like a spaceship I’m just faded out the front door

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Intro: Young Thug]
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite
Fuckin’ with your baby mama, I damn near missed my flight
Drunk in the mall and pick it up, I don’t check no price
My lil’ bitch from New York, she told me talk to her nice
I told that bitch just pay attention, I could change your life
You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I’ll give you 25 racks
How many bricks in the trunk? Bitch, don’t worry ’bout that
Why you in that old ass Acura? I got a compartment in that
Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your spots
If anything missin’, just connect the dots
Shit, I came from the bottom, no way in hell I could flop
Street Lottery, they waitin’ on my album to drop

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Pocahontas bitch, her hair long down to her ass
White jewelry on, like the confederate flag
Diamonds on your ankle, I put minks on your back
Trap go super fast, nigga, bag full of cash
Trap money comin’ in, thousand bags of gas
Walked in the Cartier store and I fucked up the stash
Good Actavis on, big Rolex on, that new bitch look like a check
15 bitches just came from England, sittin’ on a Global Express
Walkin’ in Fendi, no pretendin’, gotta have a lot of baguettes
Drop top, wintertime, we can’t turn down, 25 karats on my chest
14 keys on my desk, lookin’ like an Olympic
Hit my first lick, I went to Gucci then I spent it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Hundred racks, hundred racks, every day I juug a hundred packs
Walk out the door with it and you’ll never get your money back
200 racks, 200 racks, every month I make 200 racks
Call with a brick or what, how the hell you get off bond for that?
Broke ass niggas got the game fucked up
Tellin’ on niggas just to get their time cut
Wake up out my sleep and count some Freebandz up
Scooter get your money, stay away from them ducks
I’m not in the industry, I’m in the streets with bricks
In the streets with pounds, lay your bitch ass down
Send a ghost at one of you niggas, he won’t make a sound
God blessed me with these millions so I’ma keep ’em around
Street!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 1]
This fire in my head’s got me on edge
I’m going out tonight
Faded on a thread, don’t know what’s next
I wanna feel alive

[Pre-Chorus]
I kissed a stranger in a white dress
She put a crown on a top on my head
Said every king needs a queen in his bed

[Chorus]
I said, hey girl, hey girl
I’d like to stay here for a while
Just you and I
Far from the places we can’t get away from

She said, hey boy, hey boy
I like your style
I’ll let you play me for a while
Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me like a violin

[Drop]

[Verse 2]
I’m here with you now, not coming down
Leave my insanity
Up here in the clouds, look what we found
Oxygen we can breathe

[Pre-Chorus]
Let the madness slowly undress
Rip the mask off over our heads
We can dive down deeper instead

[Chorus]
I said, hey girl, hey girl
I’d like to stay here for a while
Just you and I
Far from the places we can’t get away from

She said, hey boy, hey boy
I like your style
I’ll let you play me for a while
Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me like a violin

[Drop]

[Bridge]
Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me ’till your hands give in
Play me like a violin

Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me ’till you can’t hide it
Play me like a violin

[Drop]
Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me ’till your hands give in
Play me like a violin

Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me ’till you can’t hide it
Play me like a violin

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Yeah, Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh
Tryna make my mama proud, uh
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (yah)
I’m just tryna make my mama proud, uh
I ain’t fuckin’ ’round with you (uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
T.R.U. University, I pull it up and murk a beat
Mama house was filled up with bags of Hercules (strong)
Soon as I finished pissin’, I put the seat down
Or my mama’d be cussin’ my damn ass out
Only child, no siblings, no besties
I couldn’t do nothin’ right like a lefty (woo)
Bought my mama’s first house with the juug money (alright)
Bought my mama’s second house with the club money (show)
Me and mama used to trap out the same house (same house)
Used to eat and go to sleep on the same couch (same couch)
Me and mama got busted at the same time (same time)
Went to court and told judge the damn same lies (same lies)
I can tell mama proud of her only son
2 Chainz, I have always worn more than one
Yeah I’m real, I’m ill, you know, you gotta feel
You poppin’ pills, I’m rarer than two dollar bills

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud (make my mama proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe, one more time
Yeah, my mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe

[Verse 2: YG]
4Hunnid! My mama ain’t raise no hoe (no hoe)
‘Cause my mama ain’t no hoe (no hoe)
My mama ain’t raise no hoe (no hoe)
Drop a pin and in ten we at your door, nigga
Hoe bitches gettin’ fucked on the floor
They cold-hearted so you gotta do ’em cold
These hoes and my mama can’t get along (why?)
‘Cause my mama ain’t no hoe
I was runnin’ up a check with the homies on the disk
I was fuckin’ up the pork, I ain’t ever do the feds
Got some YGs from the gang, they’ll do you for a check
And you know I’m gang gang ’cause that’s the only thing I rep
Ayy, mama
When I leave the house it’s for them dollars
You are the reason I bought that choppa
‘Cause I know you wanna see me come home proper
Soon as I get right I said I gotcha then I gotcha
4Hunnid!

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud (make my mama proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe, one more time
Yeah, my mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe

[Verse 3: Offset]
Mama taught me how to get that bankroll (mama)
Yeah, vault up in my loft in case the bank closed (vault, yeah)
Mama ain’t have it all, we wore the same clothes (have it all)
I kicked the door, I kicked the door, I risked it all for dough (kicked the door)
I found that .44, it turned me to an animal (4, 4)
Got that wide load, niggas wasn’t even compatible (wide load)
Choppa firin’, it soundin’ just like a rattle lure
.223 caliber, you ain’t in my caliber (oh, oh)
Mama told me pray ’cause they’ll keep givin’ me these bucks (bucks)
Sit on that G6, I’m flyin’ high, Aladdin on the rug (mama)
I put Goyard on my mama (Goyard)
Every nigga not partner, son, when you come up (come up)
All them bitches in your face, son, they are piranhas
Stay up out the way, but beat him if he run up (run up)
Mike Jack in his prime with Madonna
I’m just tryna bring her to my mama (mama)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud (make my mama proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe, one more time
Yeah, my mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh