1. |
Too Much
03:37
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Verse 1:
Uh it's 3 AM and I got too much shit on my mind
I don't even sleep no more, I just watch the time
Thinking bout my grind and thinking bout my life
Like how do I turn this flow into a profit
Fuck the money, but I need some in my pocket
I graduated, but all I got is knowledge
Need a 9-5 to make it, that's the problem
Do this music thang right now, that's my product
I tell my fam, my degree is a second option
Like a back-up plan, but shit I hate being honest
Cause they tell me everytime, ain't no money in that
Go back to school, get your masters, or you'll be fallin in flat
And I don't pay no attention, don't understand my vision
I'mma do this with or without your assistance
And no matter the resistance
I got something these young cats ain't got, that's persistance uh
Verse 2:
Uh no problem giving love, but I can't receive it
Like I got butterfingers or being defended by Revis
There ain't no way to treat it
I'mma finish this puzzle as much as I can without the pieces
Learning how she wants to be treated
I want something real, but I feel like I don't need it
I like chasing them bad chicks
Them chicks who the fastest
Them chicks on my mattress
Who lead like an actress
I could find a good one if I try, right?
But it ain't that simple
Old flames trying to rekindle
Looking for a rebound, I'm the playa that they go for
Maybe it's time to hang 'em up
Feeling like I had enough
This lust got the best of me, stopped drinking Hennessy
Cause when I take that shot
Not thinking with my brain,
I'm thinking with my ....
Pretending to be their man, when I'm not
And I know that I gotta stop
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2. |
Look What I Got On
02:49
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Verse 1:
Uh I remember when I met you girl
All that hustlin started workin girl
Cause I see you was gettin paid
And I see was gettin As
Switchin up your style
Changin up your ways
And I blame it on your man at the time
Neglecting all your grind, you started sniffin lines
Then he left ya in a place you've never been in your life
And I see you postin dark quotes every night
Girl when you comin home
You ain't pick up your phone
It's been a minute but I need to know
If you got your head back in the books
Cause the road that you goin down, ain't a good look c'mon
Chorus:
You used to be my homegirl
Now you livin in your own world
You on that X or that white girl?
Babygirl what the fuck is you on?
Verse 2:
I seen you with your friends
It's lookin like everythings back to the way it is
And I never seen you so ecstatic
First time in a long time see you lookin happy
But then in the back I see you and your new man
Poppin pills every hour thinkin whats the deal man?
You ain't change one bit
Every man that you with
Got you dealin that shit
Oh no, I took you by the hand
Thinkin we gon dance
Left the whole crew, chillin by ourselves
But I took you home and hit you with the truth
You can really do anything that you wanna do
Stop fuckin with these lame dudes
You gon' see where they gon take you
Then I was there starin at you
Thinkin that its me who's gotta save you c'mon
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3. |
Girls Love Rihanna
02:14
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I know Girls Love Rihanna
They fuckin with yo conscience
These playas got no manners
They fuck you, then they vanish
It's hard to meet good women
My love life is finished
Avoiding committment
That's why I'm in this position
Ain't got no love for me
No love no no no
That's how that shit go
You got your fair share of admirers that wanna fuck
But I'm just tryna wife you up, is that too much?
I love the way that you lie
You know I can't deny it
I know you wanna ride it
I just you want to stay
Ooh ooh
I just want you to stay
Pour it up, pour it up
When I'm fuckin faded
You just like to fake it
What you really want
So we touch, so we fuck
I can't get enough
Don't make a sound
You should know by now that
I'mma take you down, givin you
TLC, what it be, RIP to Left Eye
Ladies is pimps too, gotta brush my shoulders right
You just exist, but not in my mind
I'm not payin Michael Kors for you to be wastin my time
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4. |
Body Party
03:53
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Girl you should know that
I've got you on my mind
I'n not gonna fight it
I want you all the time
I'm bout to lay yo body down
It's time get the party started now
Freekin on me, I'm freekin on you
They hatin on me, and they creepin on you
But baby tonight, yo body is a party
get this thang rolling, you know I'm bout to own it
Yeah every second that I'm in
Gonna be the best shit you'll ever fuckin get uh
Chorus:
Yeahhh yo body is my party
I know you really want it
Pretend its yo birthday
Its yo party, you can scream if you want to
Scratch if you want to
There's nothin I won't do
Bridge:
Girl you should know that
I got you on my mind
I'm not gonna fight it
I want you all the time
Verse 2:
I wanna watch you go down
Like you sliding down the pole
Pick it up slow now
Yeaaaahh
Keep yo booty like that
I'll be right back
I need a rockstar fo that
At night, I think of you
I want, I want yo body baby
Yo body's my party
Yo body's my party
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5. |
Pony
03:21
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Verse 1:
Walk into the club
I can see you checkin for me
Patron in my blood
I can see yo eyes sexin me
My old girl still textin me
But she couldn't ride it right
So I'm lookin for a partner tonight
Someone who knows how to ride
Two shots and I got her in my whip
Two tracks and I got her on my d..(ha)
I got you on the dance floor to test yo body out
Checkin you out to figure out what you really about
I stay strapped cause you never know when you gonna get it in, comin in
With the best shit, know you feelin it
Would you give it in, if I taught you the ropes?
Or you just wanna hit cause we takin Patron? Ohhhh
Baby let me see you ride
Baby let me see you ride
Jump on my saddle tonight
Jump on my saddle tonight
Yeah
My pony
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6. |
Trust Issues
04:27
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All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
Sip it 'til I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done
I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older, somebody shoulda told ya
I'm on one
Fuck it I'm on one
I said I'm on one
Fuck it, I'm on one
Girl ya call me, but it's two in the morning
I know I wasn't first, so why you even callin'
He probably messin with yo head again
So you call me, your so called best friend
Only text me back when you alone in ya bed
I ain't a second option, I don't play that shit
Treatin me like I be nothin'
I don't play that shit
I don't play that shit
I don't play that shit
Never been a second option, I ain't starting with you, with you, with you
Never been a second option
I ain't fucking with you, with you, with you
Do ya want the man who's always playing you?
Or do ya want the man who's always believed in you?
Damn I just can't trust these hoes
Tryna turn a gentleman into another asshole
But no you won't do it
No you ain't gon' do it
Throw yo bullshit outside when I'm westside cruisin'
You scandalous
For thinkin' that I wasn't enough
I'm movin' to a better place
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm movin' to a better place
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm off to the better thangs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm off to the better thangs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, another dime, hear me out
Coming live from the motherfuckin westside
Sip slow, you know, that I'm on one
Five drinks, four grams, and I popped one
Tryna play me, but baby I ain't with that
Get back, you know you gonna miss that
You know that he on to me
Call me all late for some company
Uh five missed calls, in only two minutes
Asking me to cruise by, wanting me to hit it
Cause you know damn well that I could fucking get it
Make yo body all weak when I'm all up in it
I ain't tryna be your backup, when he act up
I'm bout to be the man, and he don't wanna man up
He could be your ex, and I could be your next
Leave the bad in the past and move to the best
You a smart Pisces, but I could do better
Never knowing what you want and you spending all my cheddar
Never ever will you be with a star like me
Puffin OG and sippin Hennessy
Still got my mind right, still got my grind right
Best you never had, throw it out, watch the time fly
Time fly by, still can't trust 'em
Still got them issues with the girls that I'm up in
You been driving me me crazy
Why you been doin that lately?
Baby, you played me
And you wonder why, I ain't miss you
And you wonder why, I got these trust issues
I got these trust issues
I got these trust issues, yeah
If you think this song is about you
Well shit, then it probably is
Lance Retuya, remix, yeah
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Hook:
Henny (Drank)
Patron (Drank)
Goose (Drank)
Remy (Drank)
Skyy (Drank)
Anything (Drank)
Faded (Drank) Faded (Drank)
Verse 1:
Babygirl you lookin' fly
Gonna be a good ass night
But the look in yo eyes, I could tell something wasn't feelin right
By the way you drinkin now
You bound to swim and drown
Straight to the dome, need a ride back home
From a random man you ain't even know
15 shots taken to the brain
Anything with no chase
To forget all of your pain
And everything just to go away
Regrettin all the dranks that were made
Your life's bout to change
Wake up in the morning, nothing is the same
Chorus:
Lived up last night
Something ain't right
Tryna bring back things in ya mind
Swimming in a pool full of liquor and you drown in it
Pool full of liquor and you drown in it
Hook:
Henny (Drank)
Patron (Drank)
Goose (Drank)
Remy (Drank)
Skyy (Drank)
Anything (Drank)
Faded (Drank) Faded (Drank)
Verse 2:
Reminisce, listen to this
You fucked that dude, now something exists
In your uterus, better test ya piss
All the tests are sayin positive
You ballin out, thinkin bout
Everything yo mom gon say right now
Don't even know who the daddy is
Yo daddy's pissed, mad at this
Thinkin how he could fail like this
You backin away, backin away
But baby it's reality, the price of drinking the night away
One night of drunk ecstasty
Now a life changing entity
Not a dream, it's now your world
Now babygirl's got a baby girl
Chorus:
Lived up last night
Something ain't right
Tryna bring back things in ya mind
Swimming in a pool full of liquor and you drown in it
Pool full of liquor and you drown in it
Hook:
Henny (Drank)
Patron (Drank)
Goose (Drank)
Remy (Drank)
Skyy (Drank)
Anything (Drank)
Faded (Drank) Faded (Drank)
She's so faded
She's so faded
She's so faded
She's so, she's so, faded
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