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It’s so mothafuckin hot i catch a tan in this bitch
Like a mailman i’m poppin rubber bands in this bitch
We be on that hot shit so don’t get fanned in this bitch
Left the club with her but she came with her man in this bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t stand in this bitch
You a mothafuckin lie you say i ran from some shit
Prolly run off on the plug, prolly run off with his drugs, nigga run up on me wrong so he ran into some slugs
And I’m prolly in the club if he ask is we some thugs
No security with me cause bitch we deep and we got guns
He was chasing me ain’t know i brought my sack into the club
Play with me and mine lotta niggas die in cold blood
When i hit the spot bet they lettin out that Red Rum
Run up in yo spot green beams on all our guns
She got expensive taste have my dick all on her gums
Boy they buildings vacant lots shit cause I’m from the slums
Fill a nigga up with this hot shit, bitch you better not run
Thought it was a fair fight he ain’t know i had my gun
Fucked her on the first night and she caught my first son
Are you the toughest nigga in the crowd? Then you the first one
Aye Lil Stewie these hoes starstruck they say i do some
You a broke nigga petty ass use a coupon
It’s just me and Yae pull up on yo j with 2 guns
We ain’t aimin at yo legs bitch we aimin at yo head bitch, i’m eatin good i’m fed bitch, that Tropicana shit red bitch, niggas in the house on that scared shit, you hidin under that bed bitch
Vacay with my AK with my feet all in that sand bitch
You know i’m on a walk up with a drum like i’m playin in a band bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t see straight
These bitches see me 3-D and they press replay
I’m a shooter nigga i should be on EA
Choppa in the front seat that’s my new bae
You trippin boy you better tie yo shoelace
F&N pencil bullets don’t get erased
If my bitch get outta line she get replaced
I scratch you off the list yea I hit the backspace
And my bankrolls big like my fanbase
Forensics searchin but they still can’t find the shellcases
Bitch i ball like a cancer patient, I’m the shit boy i’m constipated, i hang around robbers and you can get yo shit confiscated, i’m on the phone with Ben Franklin money my conversation, I shoot ya chest and ya leg ya head ugly combination, they mad cause we made it they hatin use it for motivation, I live in the fast lane my life is a celebration
I just bought a brand new choppa a baby K
I run up in a nigga house broad day
I been at the finish line but yall late
The judge want me locked down behind them tall gates
Fuck these bitches i just want the money!
I was sellin snow & it was sunny!
I take my time and wrap em like a mummy!
No Hilfiger but i got my Tommy!
Yo time is runnin out cock my Glock and brung it out
They don’t come outside cause they hidin they ain’t comin out
This Big Mac with a lot of fries ain’t no runnin out
I’m so mothafuckin hot bitches see me and start fallin out
Gaaaang gang

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t sleep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, don’t creep on me
Ay, got my piece on me
Ay, and you know I’m crazy
Crazy of you
Out of my mind, ain’t no telling what I’d do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain’t switching up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
Remember when you f*cked me in the beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only asked you once
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did her own sh*t for her, what everybody does
We was geeking off the Molly at the festival
Now I’m in the booty club, throwin’ all the ones

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 2: Future]
I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some new juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebratin’ on curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
She’s 6’3″ when you swerve through
Droppin’ points on you [?]
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jelous bitches be despising me
What does f*ck they from?
Who hidin’?
Fuck them niggas, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No sleep gang [?]
Only pain we recognize is pills (pills)
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
NoDoz, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
Pendants, bracelets, diamond chains, got you going off

[Bridge: Future]
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
She play Twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, “Twenty, do you want to f*ck my homie?”
All my bitches bad, and they ain’t got no stomach
Gucci jacket, cost me 54 hunnid
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I f*ck with him
You workin’, I seen you, I’m next, you hear
Don’t sleep on me, that’s my only fear
She said, “Twenty, boy, this your year”

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and sh*t

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only f*ck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I f*ck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Cris’ smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t like niggas
All the sh*t that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ Ls to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ wwed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 1]
I know you’re out in Cabo
Hanging with your brother
Wishin’ that I was your bottle
So I could be close to your lips again
I know you didn’t call your parents
And tell ’em that we ended
‘Cause you know that they’d be offended
Did you not want to tell ’em it’s the end

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know we’re not supposed to talk
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I get scared when you’re not
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
I guess that it’s gone
And I just keep lying to myself
I can’t believe it

[Chorus]
I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now

[Verse 2]
You weren’t a fan of pictures
So I hardly ever took ’em
Got them saved in my mind from the bedroom
So that way I can’t forget your skin
So I saved all the texts
All of the best over the years
Just to remind myself
Of how good it is
Or was

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know we’re not supposed to talk
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I get scared when you’re not
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
I guess that it’s gone
And I just keep lying to myself
I can’t believe it

[Chorus]
I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now

[Bridge]
So I saved all the texts
All of the best over the years
Just to remind myself
Of how good it is
Yeah, I saved all the texts off of my ex
Minus the tears
Just to remind myself
Of how good it is
Or was

[Chorus]
I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I can’t help it, I just–
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I can’t help it, I just–


Rihanna is on the cover of Vogue Arabia and both she and the magazine have been getting some backlash.

Aside from making some people very unhappy, Rihanna sure looks stunning on the cover of the fashion bible’s issue for the Middle East. Her beauty is unmatched right now and she is killing the fashion and makeup industry with her Fenty brand. But is this just another big name celebrity crossing the cultural appropriation line. “Celebrating Queen Nefertiti, @badgalriri is our November queen of style,” Vogue wrote on Twitter.

“Can someone explain why rihanna was on the cover for vogue arabia,” one fan tweeted. On her cover photo, the magazine dressed Rihanna to pay homage to one of Egypt’s most celebrated historic figures, Queen Nefertiti. Rihanna is clearly a fan of Nefertiti since she has a giant tattoo of her on her torso and while some readers of the magazine are clearly angry, the vast majority of RiRi’s fans are excited to see her paying homage to one of the most famous female icons this world has ever seen.

This is not the first time that Vogue is getting a backlash for featuring a celebrity on the cover of one of its niche issue. Earlier this year, Vogue India featured Kendall Jenner on the cover for its 10-year anniversary issue and that cause a big uproar. “India has given the world so many beautiful faces to admire,” the magazine said in a statement. “After all, we are Vogue, an international brand, and we want to give the love back by featuring some of the best international celebrities on our covers. Occasionally!”

Rihanna has already covered Vogue magazine at least a dozen times and she is widely regarded as one of the most influential forces in fashion of this generation. See what some folks are saying on Twitter below.

Celebrating Queen Nefertiti, @badgalriri is our November queen of style. Photography @gregkadelstudios; Styling @anyaziourova; Makeup @isamayaffrench; Hair @yusefhairnyc. Rihanna wears @gucci. Production @mad_prod #voguearabiaxrihanna #voguearabia

A post shared by Vogue Arabia (@voguearabia) on Oct 27, 2017 at 8:23am PDT

Rihanna got featured on Vogue Arabia = Silence.

Kendall Jenner got featured on Vogue India = Apocalyptic melt down.

Double standards.

— Ahine ? (@sensei_lo) October 27, 2017

can someone explain why rihanna was on the cover for vogue arabia

— ? (@1800memekween) October 27, 2017

Bad idea, seriously.

— Eck-heN-ah-Toh-B ?? (@akhenatobi) October 27, 2017

Ignoring the MANY cultural issues here, she looks nothing like the powerful #Nefertiti and these photos aren't helping?#VogueArabiaXRihanna pic.twitter.com/dBztEm8lkJ

— Elizabeth King (@ElizabethKing) October 27, 2017