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    Nothing More (Ft. Eric Vanlerberghe) – HOUSE ON SAND

    HOUSE ON SAND Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Rationalize (War)
    Mix truth with lies (War)
    It’s all black magic
    Mixed with bad habits
    Oh, isn’t it tragic?

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’m a patient
    Going apeshit
    On the fourth floor
    In the psych ward
    I’ve been baptized
    Franchised
    Americanized
    And left here wondering why

    [Chorus]
    I built my house on sand
    Hoping it would stand
    The storms that come my way
    And now I’m left to face
    The weight of my mistakes
    And a chance to start again

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh, build my life again
    My life again!

    [Verse 2]
    I’m compromised
    Wage war on my mind
    Feels good on the dark side
    It’s all black magic
    Mixed with bad habits
    Oh, isn’t it tragic?

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’m a patient
    Going apeshit
    On the fourth floor
    In the psych ward
    I’ve been baptized
    Franchised
    Americanized
    Left here wondering why

    [Chorus]
    I built my house on sand
    Hoping it would stand
    The storms that come my way
    And now I’m left to face
    The weight of my mistakes
    And a chance to start again

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh, build my life again
    Oh, build my life again
    Now
    Hey

    [Bridge]
    I’m a patient
    Going apeshit
    I’m a monster
    An outsider
    It’s all bullshit
    All bullshit
    It’s all bullshit

    [Breakdown]
    Tear it down
    Oh, isn’t it tragic?
    Tear it down

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Oh, build my life again

    [Chorus]
    I built my house on sand
    Hoping it would stand
    The storms that come my way
    (The storms that come my way)
    And now I’m left to face
    The weight of my mistakes
    And a chance to start again
    (Start again)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh, build my life again
    Oh, build my life again

    [Outro]
    Oh, build my life again
    Build my life again
    Build my life again
    Build my life again

    Babyfxce E – County Time

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    County Time Lyrics

    [Intro]
    (It’s a Wayne beat)
    Ayy, I ain’t even tell you I went to jail the other day
    On some bullshit, though, like
    It’s really my fault ‘cause I really could’ve just took off on they ass
    But I’m like, nah, I ain’t gon’ do that, you feel me?
    I ain’t gon’ take off on they ass, they just gon’ be on my ass tomorrow
    Jay just got out of jail and shit
    I’m in a legal dudes
    I’m like fuck it, they ain’t finna search this bitch anyway (Fuck the fire, we got grease)

    [Verse]
    So I’m on my way to the ‘yo
    No, matter fact, was goin’ to Jay crib ‘cause we was finna smoke
    And y’all know I keep a pole on me everywhere I go
    The MOS 43X, man, that bitch was cold (Damn)
    So we thought we was finna smoke, but I ain’t had nothin’ to roll (Uh-huh)
    I told him I ain’t had no ‘Woods, let’s pull up to the store
    I’m in that wide-body bitch, I ain’t drivin’ slow
    Swear to God, if they ain’t see my plate, it would’ve been adiós
    So I’m walkin’ to the door, the boys drivin’ slow
    I’m hesitatin’ ‘cause I’m already knowin’ I’m not supposed to have my pole (They was playin’)
    The state boys, you already knowin’ what they ass be on (On God)
    But they ain’t pull up in the store, so I’m like, “Okay, for sure”
    Got in the whip, asked Jay where they go, he said, “I don’t know”
    Police scanner beepin’ like a bitch, so they still close (For real?)
    I don’t know where they ass was hidin’ and I still don’t
    Pull out the store and they was right behind me (Damn)
    And that Glock 43, it was right beside me
    Bent the corner, should’ve tossed it out, bro, I had perfect timin’ (Why you didn’t?)
    They ain’t hit they lights yet, they was just behind me
    And Jay crib was down the street, so I just kept on drivin’
    They hit they lights, Glock was in my drawers, y’all gon’ think I’m lyin’ (On God)
    Came to my window for credentials, I couldn’t even find ‘em
    He said, “Where you to?” I said, “The stu’,” then he started eyein’ (Then what?)
    He said, “Oh, you Babyfxce E”
    Oh, you be on SayCheese
    You the one that stay P, you the one that take keys
    You the one that ride around with choppers that be eight feet
    You the one that turn up the block and take the whole street
    These girls had a bottle in my car and I ain’t peep (Damn)
    It was in the passenger, they seen that shit right by Jay feet (Fuck)
    They can search the car after that, it’s a PC (What’s that?)
    Probable cause, nigga, if you ain’t know what the fuck that mean (Oh)
    At this point, I’m ‘noid than a bitch, I admit
    I got sweats on, tryna hide the blick
    But I’m still in my head like, “They ain’t findin’ shit”
    ‘Cause it’s not the first time that I had to hide my stick
    But them pussy niggas found that shit
    Told Jay take the whip, I’ma do this lil’ time and shit
    Might make me do a forty-eight or some kind of shit
    Only had to do a fuckin’ day ‘cause I bonded, bitch (Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?)

    [Outro]
    Yeah
    Nigga, on God, nigga, niggas know what’s up
    And had to spend ten to get out that bitch (Better ask about it)
    Nigga, they let me out three hours later, fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?
    Nigga, I seen the judge at 6 o’clock
    Nigga said
    They said they ain’t, nobody ever see the judge at 6 o’clock, nigga, you know some people

    Genius English Translations – BIBI – Eve (English Translation)

    BIBI – Eve (English Translation) Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Food fuel tool that ol’
    Instinct never worked better
    As the black eyes go
    Run away, run and dash
    Faster than you have ever done
    Quick, dawn is breaking
    Nobody cannot be survived
    Shh… you, you think you’re so special
    Then get it like a beast
    Get it like a dang tiger

    [Refrain]
    Armed loaded baked with the NT
    Good to go gasoline diesel
    Ain’t a picky eater, I’m good to go
    Enemies, allies run all over the system
    Missing data 404, never found it

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Seems like it’s a possibility
    Feel like I’ma win this game again
    See these flawless perfect victories
    Come joy witness abnormality
    Seems like it’s a possibility
    Feel like I’ma win this game again
    See these flawless perfect victories
    Come, joy, witness the most reality

    [Chorus]
    Instinct
    Run away, run and dash
    Faster than you have ever
    And dash faster than you have ever
    You think you’re so special
    Get it like a beast
    Get it like a dang tiger
    Get it like a beast
    Tiger
    Get it like a

    [Refrain]
    Armed loaded baked with the NT
    Good to go gasoline diesel
    Ain’t a picky eater, I’m good to go
    Enemies, allies run all over the system
    Missing data 404

    [Chorus]
    Instinct
    Run away, run and dash
    Faster than you have ever
    And dash faster than you have ever
    Tiger
    Get it like a
    Instinct

    TiaCorine – Shamone

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    Shamone Lyrics

    [Intro]
    (NeilaWorld)

    [Verse 1]
    Off the bean I’m way too cool to conversate, be too fried
    And I know I’m way too fine, one look at me he say, “You mine”
    Well come fuck with me, lil’ baby, ‘cause I don’t believe in wastin’ time
    And I never think of you, ‘cause I got money on mind
    I walk through that shìt

    [Chorus]
    Like, wait, okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay
    I walk through that shìt
    Like, wait, okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay
    I walk through that shit

    [Verse 2]
    As soon as I pick up my phone (Hello)
    It’s on (Uh-huh)
    That nigga not making it home
    Glock two tone
    Said you gon’ do it
    Then, nigga, shamone (Shoo)
    I told that nigga, “Hang it up”
    ‘Cause you never gon’ get my love
    I wish that nigga the best of luck
    But I’m still never gon’ pick up (Huh)
    Okay, fuck like a slut, bitch nigga, you suck (Huh-huh)
    Fuck, it’s like effortlessly
    Way money keep runnin’ up (Up)
    Leave your face all on the floor
    Then have your niggas pickin’ it up (Up)
    She gon’ talk about the swag
    She dreamin’, wishin’, thinkin’ she us
    He said that he in love, well get in line
    I never lose a cent the way I always keep a dime
    And I don’t need a chain, ‘cause either way I’m finna shine
    And I don’t never ask, ‘cause either way, he finna lie
    He up in my shit like

    [Chorus]
    Like, wait, okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay
    I walk through that shìt
    Like, wait, okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay (Huh), okay
    I walk through that shit like

    [Verse 3]
    This pussy pink, my stones (Pussy pink)
    I count money in a thong
    It’s been too long
    Spirit fingers
    Damn, lil’ shawty, bring it on
    I be like rockin’ the latest, they hate it
    I’m famous, they kissin’ my anus on stages (Oh-oh)
    We rockstar faded, you overrated (Oh-oh)
    Better than them, but they never could take it
    I feel like money comin’ in like all the time
    And bitch I’m way too fly I’m gettin’ money off of rhymes
    I gotta take the Glock ‘cause ain’t nobody taking mine
    Got two sides, I’m Gemini, so don’t you ever cross that line
    Have you in that bitch, like, wait (Hahaha)

    Uncle Waffles & Royal Musiq (Ft. Djy Biza, OHP Sage & Pcee) – Wadibusa

    Wadibusa Lyrics

    Ahh zunalatate
    Ahh zunalatate
    Ahhh zunalatateee
    Tsununah tateleee
    Ahh zunalatate
    Ahh zunalatate
    Ahhh zunalatateee
    Tsununu yooh no

    Are onyoko dlala Kaletheka
    Wae roba wae roba
    Wadi busa wadi busa
    Wae baka wae baka
    Are onyako dlala kaletheka
    Wadibusa wadisa
    Wae roba wae roba
    Wae roba wae roba

    Ahh zunalatate
    Ahh zunalatate
    Ahhh zunalatateee
    Tsununu neh neh
    Ahh zunalatate
    Ahh zunalatate
    Ahhh zunalatateee
    Tsununu neh neh

    Ahh nna ketsena ka gap mhm
    I know she like me mhm
    Ene onyaka saka lenna
    Cause she my babey mhm
    Kaletheka la Kim
    Kera yena Kardashian
    Ayayayeeh mhm
    Ayyayayehh mhm
    Ahh nna ketsena ka gap mhm
    I know she like me mhm
    Ene onyaka saka lenna
    Cause she my babey mhm
    Kaletheka la Kim
    Kera yena Kardashian
    Ayayayeeh mhm
    Ayyayayehh mhm
    Ahh nna ketsena ka gap mhm
    I know she like me mhm
    Ene onyaka saka lenna
    Cause she my babey mhm
    Kaletheka la Kim
    Kera yena Kardashian
    Ayayayeeh mhm
    Ayyayayehh mhm

    Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
    Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
    Ma sister abakuyeke ye
    Themba mina ulov ugcwele gcwele
    Saka saka swipe
    Saka saka swipe
    Iteng karate?
    Engawe ngene emacaleni
    Sabangi vimba seku theni theni theni theni?
    Popopopopo
    Yeku khuluma kakhulu yo wisi plate
    Amiya morre
    Bayo thandaza ngathi masilele
    Ngeke bakholwe iyah
    Thando limile
    Syaba khathaza mama
    Ey mama mama mama mamah

    Meek Mill – Came from the Bottom

    / “Meek Mill – Came from the Bottom” Letras:

    Came from the Bottom Lyrics

    [Intro]
    (We got Xander)
    I’m back on that DreamChaser shit, man, fuck it
    Loyalty brings forth royalty
    (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap, brrt)
    Forever
    Uh

    [Verse 1]
    Lamborghini through the hood just to motivate the trenches
    Riding ‘round like it’s all good even though I know these niggas vicious
    All this cash, they say I changed, if niggas broke, I get suspicious
    That’s my dog from back in the day, but I’m gon’ go with my extension
    I bring my F&N to any city, I ain’t checkin’ in
    Shit, they ain’t hear me, I said, “Let me in”
    Was at the door while it rain and it pour
    Now we jumpin’ out them things in Dior
    Brand new Rolls-Royce, the umbrella, shit, it came in the door
    They nevеr thought that we’d take it this far
    She a baddiе, tip-toein’ all on the marble, it ain’t a stain on the floor
    They never thought that we’d make it this far

    [Chorus]
    ‘Cause I was down bad, now it’s mansion with the palm trees
    Choppers to the jet, just me and Rubin, shit beyond me
    I ain’t even pray to live this way, this shit came, found me (It did)
    Quarter million on my lefty, perfect timing
    ‘Cause what’s a problem to a schedule that keep changing? (Mm-hmm)
    ‘Member I was down bad, ain’t nobody do no favors
    I’m like, “Where was y’all at when I was grindin’, stomach caved in?”
    Guess it all was worth it (It was)

    [Bridge]
    Circle got smaller ever since I got boxed in
    Realest nigga breathin’ and you know I’m goin’ top ten
    I remember stressin’ over hoes, but now it’s options
    Made it through it all, so this ain’t no sad song shit, no way
    No, this ain’t no sad song shit, no way
    No, this ain’t no sad song shit
    Mama, dry your tears, take this crib, now that’s some boss shit, okay, woah
    Only big dog shit (Big dog)
    Big dog, only big dog shit (Big dog)
    Big boss, only big boss shit (Big boss)
    Big boss, only big dog shit (Yeah, yeah)
    It’s litty

    [Verse 2]
    Casamigos, me and two freak hoes, I hit ‘em both like free throws (Yeah)
    Bad lil’ bitch ride dick with the lights on, shit be boostin’ my ego (Yeah, yeah)
    I come through, no shirt with the pipe on, shit like a rich nigga cheat code
    You come through tryna stunt with your ice on, y’all bitch niggas get Deebo’d, mm-hmm
    New Dior, hit the store
    Buy it all, then we hittin’ Allure
    Make it rain, don’t slip on the floor
    Stack paper, get more
    I can pop my shit on the fourth
    Clearport like we all aboard
    Touchdown like we’re on a tour
    Let’s get it, mm-hmm
    Shorty a stripper, you see her, wanna tip her, that pussy get wetter ‘cause she a real dripper
    Fuckin’ her better, she tellin’ her friends, we fuckin’ together ‘cause she a real nigga
    I’m in the trenches, I jump out the Benz, these niggas can’t touch us ‘cause I’m with the killers
    Real steppers, I only really wanna fuck with the hitters
    I only really wanna fuck with the gang, just me and the gang, like twenty-four bitches
    We in the spot like twenty-four deep, just one snub nose, like twenty-four switches
    I know these niggas be talking ‘bout me ‘cause niggas be jealous, it’s none of my business
    All in they feelings and runnin’ they mouths, actin’ like one of my bitches
    No time for fake bitches
    Just sip this Ace of Spade with these real bitches
    We got switches on them things, call it kill switches
    This the hand that God dealt me, they can’t deal with us

    [Chorus]
    ‘Cause I was down bad, now it’s mansion with the palm trees
    Choppers to the jet, just me and Rubin, shit beyond me
    I ain’t even pray to live this way, this shit came, found me (It did)
    Quarter million on my lefty, perfect timing
    ‘Cause what’s a problem to a schedule that keep changing?
    ‘Member I was down bad, ain’t nobody do no favors
    I’m like, “Where was y’all at when I was grindin’, stomach caved in?”
    Guess it all was worth it (It was)

    [Outro]
    Where was y’all at when I was grindin’, stomach caved in?
    Guess it all was worth it (It was)

    Tha Dogg Pound (Ft. Snoop Dogg) – Smoke Up

    [Intro: Snoop Dogg]
    (Tududu)
    Yeah (Tududu)
    Right back at it (Tududu)
    Laid back like a Craftmatic (Tududu)
    Addicted like a addict (Tududu)
    Rick Rock beats

    [Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
    Takin’ no shortcuts
    Fuckin’ with no mutts
    DPGC, nigga, we loc up
    Somebody said the Dogg Pound broke up (What?)
    Shut yo’ bitch ass up, nigga, now smoke up

    [Verse 1: Kurupt]
    One, two, three o’clock, four o’clock, rock
    Pass past the spot where the homie serve rocks
    Rollin’ right past, me, Snoop and Daz (Ow)
    Gone in a flash, look at that ass

    [Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
    See, everything they talkin’ about be fabricated
    We do this shit for life, motherfucker, so don’t hate it
    From decades to century, Dogg Pound, the DP
    We the niggas from the streets to the penitentiary (Ow)

    [Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
    Takin’ no shortcuts
    Fuckin’ with no mutts
    DPGC, nigga, we loc up
    Somebody said thе Dogg Pound broke up (What?)
    Shut yo’ bitch ass up, nigga, now smoke up (Ow)

    [Verse 3: Daz Dillinger | Kurupt]
    Just stalkin’, C-walkin’ up on you busters
    Dogg Pound, wе bangin’ and smashin’ them motherfuckers (Yeah)
    Snoop Dogg, Daz and Kurupt, see it’s the principle
    DPGC, nigga, we invincible (Yeah)

    [Verse 4: Kurupt]
    Look at that mouth, Daz with a bout
    Take her to the house, Dogg turned her out
    Made her get naked, microphone check it
    Nigga, now what?
    You can catch us in the cut, like

    [Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]
    Niggas love talkin’ shit, wanna see the clique slip
    Dip, skip, trip, nigga, this Crip (Yeah)
    Call for a meeting, proceeded with the proceedings (What up, Cuz?)
    Everybody on deck, it’s all part of respect (Yeah)

    [Pre-Chorus: Daz Dillinger, Snoop Dogg & Kurupt]
    You can get DP to get (Tududu)
    Took your bitch, and I gave her that (Tududu)
    Hit a switch on a bitch like (Tududu)

    (Bitch niggas talkin’ shit) (Tududu)

    [Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
    Takin’ no shortcuts
    Fuckin’ with no mutts
    DPGC, nigga, we loc up
    Somebody said the Dogg Pound broke up (What?)
    Shut yo’ bitch ass up, nigga, now smoke up

    [Outro: Snoop Dogg]
    (Tududu)
    Ah (Tududu)
    What a day to play “Clear Blue Skies”
    With a sprinkle of gray (Tududu)
    The DPGC way
    Yeah, bobba, we back (Tududu)
    Tududu
    Tududu
    Tududu
    Tududu

    Tududu
    Tududu

    Tududu

    DJ Snake & Peso Pluma – TEKA

    [Letra de “TEKA”]

    [Verso 1: Peso Pluma]
    Ya llegó el fin de semana
    Prendas de marca italiana
    Vo’a pistiar con la plebada
    Y nunca me llega sana
    A vece’ alcohol, a vece’ blanca
    Pero siempre marijuana
    De Marueco’ es el hashish
    Y ella es suramericana

    [Pre-Coro: Pero Pluma]
    Va a romper la discoteca-teca-teca-teca-teca
    Va a romper la discoteca-teca-teca-teca-teca
    Va a venir toda la poli pa’ sacarnos, ‘tamos rollin’
    Fumeteo, gin and tonic

    [Coro: Peso Pluma]
    Va a romper la discoteca-teca-teca-teca-teca
    Va a romper la discoteca-teca-teca-teca-teca
    Va a romper la disco, la-la-la-la
    Va a romper la disco, la-la-la-la
    Va a romper la disco, la-la

    [Verso 2: Peso Pluma]
    Entra la puerta y se roba el show
    Me vuelve loco bailando el dembow
    No es de la calle but, baby, you know
    Siempre estoy high y ella está low
    Vamo’ pa’ encima cambiándote el clima
    Tu booty está aquí, tus ojos en China
    Yo sé que tú no tienes disciplina
    Si vamo’ a hacer algo traje vitamina
    Mm, como me mira
    Súper picante como de Argentina
    Cara de modelo, cuerpo de asesina, divina
    Tiene diez cargos encima

    [Pre-Coro: Pero Pluma]
    Va a romper la discoteca-teca-teca-teca-teca
    Va a romper la discoteca-teca-teca-teca-teca
    Va a venir toda la poli pa’ sacarnos, ‘tamos rollin’
    Fumeteo, gin and tonic

    [Coro: Peso Pluma]
    Va a romper la discoteca-teca-teca-teca-teca
    Va a romper la discoteca-teca-teca-teca-teca
    Va a romper la disco, la-la-la-la
    Va a romper la disco, la-la-la-la
    Va a romper la disco, la-la

    [Puente: Peso Pluma]
    DJ Snake, la doble P
    Snake

    [Outro: Peso Pluma]
    Teca-teca-teca-teca-teca-teca-teca-teca
    Teca-teca-teca-teca, va a romper la discoteca-teca

    Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It (Ft. Sexyy Red) – DAMN SHORTY

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    [Chorus: Sexyy Redd]
    He like, “How you fit that ass in them pants?”
    You wanna see me, boy, you better have them bands
    I’m with my bitches so you gotta bring some friends
    I’m a dog, I ain’t tryna do the romance

    [Intro: Chief Keef]
    (Trap-a-Holics, real trap shit)
    (This Chicago, nigga)
    Damn shorty, this one ain’t even on purpose man
    Damn shorty, shoot on accident
    Damn shorty, I thought about it, like damn
    Damn shorty, damn shorty
    Damn shorty, I’m talking to myself, though (Young Rari)

    [Verse 1: Chief Keef]
    How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants, shorty? (Trap-a-Holics)
    They like how you get it, damn shorty
    How you pulling up in the Lamb’, shorty?
    Mans like who that at the door, my damn shorties
    We’ll shoot your ass while you on cam, shorty
    If we can’t get you, we gon’ get your fam, shorty
    I’m like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty
    Me and gang in LA, we’ll ram shorty (Real trap shit)
    I can’t come to your city, I’m finna land, shorty
    I’ll pop you, we ain’t throwing hands, shorty
    I’ll turn your ass a nеw strand, shorty
    I’m off Tooka, we don’t do the Xans, shorty
    Damn shorty, damn shorty
    Make thе chopper sing, Big Baby DRAM, shorty
    We’ll catch you in the club, Sam shorty
    Get to spraying cooking butter, Pam, shorty
    Damn shorty, damn shorty
    We just watching out for Uncle Sam, shorty
    They like Sosa, “When you get that Lamb’, shorty”
    You already know what I am, shorty

    [Chorus: Sexyy Redd]
    He like, “How you fit that ass in them pants?”
    You wanna see me, boy, you better have them bands
    I’m with my bitches so you gotta bring some friends
    I’m a dog, I ain’t tryna do the romance

    [Verse 2: Sexyy Redd]
    I’m a real fine bitch and I got that bag
    Hoes don’t play with me, ‘cause I get on they ass
    I like to hop up in my car and drive it fast
    Ain’t pulling over, we outside, fuck the task
    My coochie good, that’s why I got two baby dads
    I hate a lying-ass nigga, I’ll flash
    Don’t turn me up, you know I get to acting bad
    I tell my hoes when you with me, the world mad
    Yeah, I’m rich, but I like to chill out on the block
    He wanna hang with me but he ain’t got no Glock
    I’m doing donuts while I’m pulling off the lot
    And I ain’t hiding from these bitches, fuck the opps

    [Verse 3: Chief Keef]
    Damn shorty, damn shorty
    You should already know I rep’ my gang, shorty
    You already know I don’t tuck no chain, shorty
    You can’t hang, shorty, you tuck your chain, shorty
    You was tryna hang, shorty, got your dumbass banged shorty
    We ain’t playing around, shorty, this ain’t no game, shorty
    On a roof feel, like I’m on a crane, shorty
    You be rocking where? Boy, you ain’t Dame, shorty
    I was on the CTA bus and a train, shorty
    Never got big-headed since I got fame, shorty (I got fame)
    You dropped your location, then we came, shorty (Ayy, came)
    Before we kill you, we gon’ give you that pain, shorty (Give ya that pain)
    They threw me in the booth, told me go insane, shorty (Du-da-duh)
    Got Hermes umbrella in case it rain, shorty
    Riding around your city with me and my same shorties (Same shorty)
    Finna come bowl on you, better stay in your lane shorty (Lane shorty, ayy)

    Future & Metro Boomin – Drink N Dance

    [Intro: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
    Three times
    Ooh
    Oh-oh
    Oh-oh, yeah

    Overdue (Overdue)
    Haha
    She’s droppin’ it down to her feet again
    She pop it around, start to freakin’ again (Oh)
    She’s droppin’ it down to her feet again (Oh-oh)
    (Yeah)
    She droppin’ it down (Yeah, yeah)

    [Chorus: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
    Right after I smash, all she wanna do is fuck again (‘Gain)
    After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
    Right after I smack, all she wanna do is fuck again
    After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
    Geekin’ again, freakin’ again
    Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance
    Geekin’ again, freakin’ again
    Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance

    [Verse 1: Future & Chris Brown]
    Overseas bank account, penthouse, marbled floors, mink couch
    Boss bitches so promiscuous, wanna call, answers on the first dial
    Maybach goin’ back to back, we goin’ back to back (Oh-oh)
    We out in Abu Dhabi
    Foreign bitches bringin’ in more exotic bitches
    I’ma throw a thotty party
    Two hundred fifty, no receipt (Baby)
    I’ma park the jet on the beach (Oh)
    Soakin’ through her panties on the seat
    Baby, can I trust you with a secret?

    [Pre-Chorus: Future, Future & Chris Brown]
    Freakin’ again, tweakin’ again
    Sneakin’ again, got you geekin’ again (Pluto)

    [Chorus: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
    Right after I smash, all she wanna do is fuck again
    After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
    Right after I smack, all she wanna do is fuck again
    After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
    Geekin’ again (Geekin’), freakin’ again (Freakin’)
    Geekin’ again (Geekin’), all she wanna do is drink and dance
    Geekin’ again (Geekin’), freakin’ again (Freakin’)
    Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Oh)

    [Verse 2: Future & Chris Brown]
    She droppin’ down to her feet, yeah, yeah (She droppin’ down)
    She poppin’ it ‘round, she ready to get freaky, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
    She droppin’ down past her knees, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
    She pop it around, she ready to get freaky, yeah (Oh-oh, ah)
    She goin’ down to her feet, yeah, yeah (Down, down, down, down)

    [Pre-Chorus: Future & Chris Brown]
    Geekin’ again (Geekin’ again), freakin’ again (Freakin’)
    Geekin’ again, she freakin’ again

    [Chorus: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
    Right after I smack it, all she wan’ do is fuck again
    After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
    Soon as the jet get off the ground, all she wanna do is fuck again
    Right after I took her down, all she wanna do is fuck again (Ooh, woah)
    Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Oh)
    Freakin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Ooh, woah)

    [Outro: Future & Chris Brown]
    Ooh, woah (Yeah, yeah)
    Ooh, woah (She’s droppin’ it down, she’s)
    She’s droppin’ it down to her feet again
    Geekin’ again, freakin’ again, oh, oh, oh
    All she wanna do is drink and dance