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The truth will set you free
But first, it’ll piss you off

Hate! Bad bitches wanna be my bae
Hate! Hunt me down like the C.I.A
Hate! Side of my car, tryna see my face
Hate! Want me to beat it like the T.I. case
Oh (hate!) and if it’s heated I’ma feed my face
Hate! And best believe, it’s gon’ be outrageous
Hate! Hatin’ niggas can’t believe my race
Hate! Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh

Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Scrunchin’ their eyes with your name in their mouth and
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

Hate! You keep askin’ me where I’m from
Hate! About the borders and, "Did I run?"
Hate! Keep askin’ how I feel ’bout guns
There’s a light and dark army, which side you choose? Oh
Hate! If not now then when?
Hate! And if not me then who?
Hate! Don’t drink the Kool-Aid, my friends
Hate! I tried to tell y’all about this dude

Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Hate supplements are found right in their couches
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

Wait, wait a minute
Shout out to them people, people
Wait, wait a minute
P-p-p-people, people
Wait, wait a minute
Mad ethnic right now

I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar’
And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin’ for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
But it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonade
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I played
It’s Rihanna, nigga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga

Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me

Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

You can catch me
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute

[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (whoa)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey)
Hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (who?)
This that trap sound (trap)
Designer clothes (clothes), fashion shows (shows)
Trap house (house), made of gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it)
No need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask)
We livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest hoes (finest), wrist froze (froze)
We can go (we can), coast to coast (coast)

[Hook: Quavo & Offset]
Watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (yeah, woo, woo, woo, roof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it) (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceiling, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m petty and I don’t got a debt
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls, pink diamonds, whoa
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Hook: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time, yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir-fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why’s tryna take my prize?
You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ballplayers come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static
It must be the Patek, pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Hook: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)

[Intro]
Ay man forget all that conscious shit, nigga
You see these motha fukin shoes, nigga? hah
That’s how you hit a lick, boy
Told you that shit would work, nigga
Ay, you know you need to holla at our girl today now that we got all this fly shit, nigga
Wish somebody would try today, the way I’m feelin myself

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look
Trust me, I don’t like you for a lot of reasons
Nigga stop the greens
You don’t fuck with me or my feelings either
Man pledge allegiance to the ‘mittee flag
Fuck ’em all if they envy that
I ain’t fucking if she isn’t bad
Naw fuck that let them titties sag
Stomach looking like a henny bag
Truck bigger than Jennie’s ass
Finna [?]
But I’m tryna get that Diddy cash
So I stick with the pen and pad
You’re just a penny when we in the lab
Yeah, you’re nearly trash, Nigga no lie
You was doubting me the whole time
Stupid nigga, I’m a gold mine
White girls? got a whole line
Got a main bitch and a side bitch
But honestly dog they both mine
The status grow, and the asses show
No money but I have to have the gold
Man, you gotta do what you got to
We stole because we got to
That’s what nigga’s on the block do
At the mall the bus stops too
All the older nigga’s got tools
I was only like 5′ 5"
I remember on the way to School
They was always tryna test mine
Uh uh, Imma eat today
Try me, you gon’ see today
Uh uh, I’m clean today
You gon’ have to [?]

[Bridge]
Uh uh bitch nigga you ain’t touchin’ me today
I’ve been stacking up my motha fuckin money, see these J’s
You ain’t taking nothing from me, ask my size I’ll tell you mine
Momma didn’t raise no dummy you can never take what’s mine
Uh uh, bitch nigga you can’t fuck with me today
I’ve been stacking up my money, yeah I’m feeling clean today
Finally got the girl I wanted, yeah that girl she hella fine
And she mine, and she super thick
Got her singing like

[Verse 2]
Aaliyah-liyah-liyah-liyah that’s my little chick
But in my DM DM DM DM’s got a lot of strippers
Got your [?]
Who’d ever thought it’d be this way
I guess it’s in my DNA
I’m quiet but belligerent
Respectful but I’m with the shits
I talk it ’cause I lived in it
When I talk they be listenin
Lately I’ve been feeling it
I want it, Imma get this shit
My ego different
I gain my confidence from ignorance

[Bridge]
I got a little bit of change switch my old jeans
Fuck a piece of pie, I want to whole thing
The way I see it going, only going up (up)
Naw we not invited, we don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3]
Still gon’ show up with a pack
Still gon’ show up with that black liquor
Throwin’ up in the back
Imma throw up to come back
And go’ pour up some more Jack with ya
Roll up and get blacked, fuck it
Hold up on that wax, nigga
I’m far from sober, infact
I ain’t even tryna go back, nigga
Been broke, so wack
I ain’t even tryna go back, nigga
If your soul intact, then ya
Don’t wanna be that nigga that steal and waving your gun around
Giving innocent people the run around
Demons on my mind, I’m tryna dumb it down

[Verse 1]
I heard you were back in town
It’s been a hot minute since me and you were hanging out
Yeah we had that crazy kind of chemistry
Where you get burned, don’t learn, don’t care, just reach for another match and gasoline

[Pre-Chorus]
Well knock knock, here you come a knockin’ on my door
But you’re gonna have to wait on the porch

[Chorus]
Better hide the wine
And get it gone
Oh, I better hide every one of them records that turn me on
(lock ’em up, lock ’em up)
Turn up the lights
And kill the mood
Oh ’cause baby I just don’t trust myself with you
I better hide the wine

[Verse 2]
Well I know me and I know you
I better get rid of all the Two Buck Chuck and the high-dollar good stuff too
‘Cause baby if I don’t, you know what we’ll do
Oh oh with one sip, one tip, we’ll be sitting on the couch, you’ll be kicking off your shoes

[Chorus]
Better hide the wine
And get it gone
Oh I better hide every one of them records that turn me on (lock ‘um up, lock ‘um up)
Turn up the lights
And kill the mood
Oh ’cause baby I just don’t trust myself with you
I better hide the wine
Oh I better hide the wine, yeah

[Bridge]
Oh knock knock here you come a knockin’ on my door
But you’re gonna have to wait another minute on the porch
Oh no, no, it’s a dangerous thing pouring alcohol on an old flame

[Chorus]
Hide the wine
And get it gone
Oh I better hide every one of them records that turn me on (lock ‘um up, lock ‘um up)
Turn up the lights
And kill the mood
Oh ’cause baby I just don’t trust myself with you
I better hide the wine
Oh I better hide the wine, yeah
Oh I better hide the wine

[Chorus: A.CHAL]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
(Yah! 2 Chainz)
You the type of person eat your salad ‘fore your soup (woah)
You the type of person, don’t want no crib but want a coupe (goddamn)
Got your priorities twisted like some dreadlocks (dreadlocks)
Gucci coat deadstock
Got the Henny in a headlock (yah)
Ain’t no comparin’ me
The glare on me is rarity
VVS my clarity (clarity)
Ugly sweater charity (okay)
Dark liquor mafia
I see you through my ocular
I’m poppin’ shit, I’m popular
My heart is on Antarctica (tell ’em)
Now hollup, let me start it up
Ain’t no way you starvin’ us
Money long as MARTA bus
I’m drawin’ down the art of war
Hundred K, my Audemars
Fuck her ’til her body sore
Then I got her tits done
I took her to the body store (tru)
Doin’ things she ain’t ever tried before (tried)
Drivin’ cars she’ll never drive no more (drive)
And I just checked my inventory
Man, I got a lot in store
Yeah, I got a lot to pour, uh
Brought diamond rings to court, uh
Nothin’ they seen before, mm
I’m on a team that score, mm

[Chorus: A.CHAL]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Verse 2: A.CHAL]
In Miami on a Monday
Fucked up, thinkin’ where my life went
With her and she like Mariah
Canta when I get inside her
Mira allí I know
I don’t call back, yeah it’s me, I know
I’ve been so gone since when we last spoke
Doin’ what we did since when we last spoke

[Chorus: A.CHAL & Nicky Jam]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Verse 3: Nicky Jam]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo soy tu gallo, mami, y tú eres mi polla
You like it, baby, when I give you salsa Goya
Tú no sabe’ con el loco que te enrolla’
Yo te complazco pero el otro a ti te agobia
Love and some Hennessy
Yo sé como llevarte al éxtasis
I know you got a man, but I’m all you need
Before you never wanted love, now you callin’ me

[Chorus: A.CHAL]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me
Dame un poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Bridge: A.CHAL]
Woah, woah, woah
Fuego, fuego
Tú lo haces, pones to’, to’, to’
En mí, delante, and I want it
I’m the goat, goat, goat
When it comes to me and you, me tienes loco-co
Yo te busco en la noche, baby
Woah, woah, woah
Fuego, fuego
Tú lo haces, pones to’, to’, to’
En mí, delante, and I want it
I’m the goat, goat, goat
When it comes to me and you, me tienes loco-co
Yo te busco en la noche, baby

[Chorus: A.CHAL & Nicky Jam]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Outro: Nicky Jam]
Así que mami pide, ah, mami pide
Dale mami, pide, ah
Me gusta cuando pides
Mami dale, pide’
Lo que quiera’, pide, auh