Jay Rock, Anderson .Paak, Latto – Too Fast (Pull Over) Lyrics

Jay Rock, Anderson .Paak, Latto – Too Fast (Pull Over) Lyrics , Letra JayRockVEVOYeah
Mami, mami
Ay dios mío, mami
Yeah
Ay dios mío, mami!

Move it, move, you too slow, bruh
Update, time to V8 the motor
Everybody asking where I get the dope from
Update, I ain’t never told no one
No sweat when you doing what you’re ‘posed to do
No stress when I’m checking up on every move
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar
I can see you niggas starting over

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Yes, Lord!
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Six trey, rag top with the candy paint
In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae
niggas acting can animated, I might have to draw the weapon
On the set, send a stepper up the stairway to heaven, I’m a vet
Put up pole dancer in a Mercedes, she want watch P Valley and go half on a baby
I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket
Space in my waist for the rocket, don’t get out pocket

Yep, yeah, you don’t want that
It’s giving what’s giving, no kizzy
I ain’t never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch
Swinging 1942 like a baseball bat
I send ‘em home running
The brain ain’t grade A, I don’t know nothing
niggas talking heavy, this a feather on my wing
VVS diamond, Eastside, Johnny, I’m him
I mean—

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Yes, Lord!
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Latto
Sitting behind five percent tint
Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent
We ain’t blood, we ain’t kin, don’t be be calling me, “Sis”
First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent
Latto not a little one
Bitches want a come up, ain’t gon give ‘em one
Pull up in the skrrt, then I pull off in a different one
A bigger one, expensive one, a Lamb-ie or something
Put a switch on that ass like a granny or something

niggas getting knocked out, signed to RCA but I be feeling like a Top Dawg
Probably getting topped off somewhere where with the top off
Never did the talking, always been the one they talk ‘bout
Pull over, that ass too fat
Fuck ‘em good, pat myself on the back
It’s a hell of a cat, no scatt
I look like a Barbie, act just like a brat

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Too fast
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Makaveli, pack a valley
I done died and went to heaven
Came back in the 1963 Chevy with gold Pirellis
I just wanted something better, anything to feed my belly
Now I got the seat at the table
Ain’t shit you can tell me
Baby, I’m a whole problem
Put a lotta people on
Gotta keep a, keep a round
Don’t panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up

I was up dumb late, waiting for a bag, chasing
A birdie on my shoulder told me, “Slow up
It’s about patience”
Fourth quarter, throwing lobs out of desperation
I was lost, nigga
That’s why I love you, girl
I swear to God
Pour the SelvaRey all on you, girl
Let’s go

Move it, move, you too slow, bruh
Update, time to V8 the motor
Everybody asking where I get the dope from
Update, I ain’t never told no one
No sweat when you doing what you’re ‘posed to do
No stress when I’m checking up on every move
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar
I can see you niggas starting over

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Too fast
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

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Anderson .Paak – Two Tens (feat. Cordae)

Two Tens (feat. Cordae) – Anderson .Paak

Yeah, mhm, yup
Yeah, turn the beat up a little bit
Yeah, okay
Two friends and they both tens, lookin’ nice, uh
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I’m not, uh
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what’s the odds we can all get a bite? Uh (Uh, okay)
The last time we tried that, it didn’t end well
Plus you never know the story that they friends tell
And off the brown liquor, nigga feel like Denzel
Out in Washington, in the DC with a chocolate bitch
Lil’ freak bitch get geeked off erotic shit
So what you do? Shot the club up like Stojakovic
Uh, man, that’s that other shit
Payin’ child support through the government
Joint custody weekends, you can’t touch the kid
Man, I love this bitch, we gon’ travel and fill up the bucket list
Have ‘bout ten kids on the ranch on some southern shit
You mean sucker shit, slave to the pussy since you discovered it
Ten bands on Chanel purse, that’s bad budgetin’
Plus you niggas always together, it’s mad smotherin’
You simpin’ over bitches, I never thought it would come to this
Why you always mad? I just wanna have fun with it
The winters ain’t bad when you cruisin’ in the summer with
Two friends and they both tens, lookin’ nice, uh
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I’m not, uh
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what’s the odds we can all get a bite? Uh
Two friends, and they both tens, lookin’ nice, uh
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I’m not, uh
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what’s the odds we can all get a bite? Uh (Yeah, uh)
See I’m not tryna be overbearin’ or give you a lecture
I just want you to see this shit from a different perspective
See every hoe is a dog, and every dog has its day
You can be lovin’ on every mutt that be fallin’ astray
My nigga, watch what you say, how you blockin’ the way?
You just talkin’, nothing’s comin’ from a logical place
Man, I’m kickin’ knowledge today, you gettin’ brolic today
Why you payin’ her son tuition? ‘Cause I’m his father today
Huh, okay
Two friends and they both tens, lookin’ nice, uh
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I’m not, uh
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what’s the odds we can all get a bite? Uh
Two friends, and they both tens, lookin’ nice, uh
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I’m not, uh
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what’s the odds we can all get a bite? Uh

Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes & Anderson .Paak – ET

Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes & Anderson .Paak – ETA Lyrics, lETRA:
ETA Lyrics

Intro
I think my shit kickin’ in
Must be barbeque or somethin’
What’s the ETA of the month? (Hahahaha)
On life, nigga, on life
Alright, c’mon, let’s get serious

Verse 1: Anderson .Paak & Dr. Dre
Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans
Pin ‘em up, knock ‘em down, baby, I don’t hold hands (Woah)
Big booty, lil’ dog, joggin’ by Kenneth Hahn
Tryna get her fitness on, bitch, just hop in the car
Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon
Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums
No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand
They want a hologram, it’s TikTok and dances
Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon
I remеmber me and Dogg, swap meet, Dickies on
Whеn was that? In ’93? You probably wasn’t even born
Dre, I think you need to the trade Range for the 6-4
Shit, I’ve been going back and forth, Chevy or Aventador
Took a walk in the park, nigga, that’s your backyard
Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with the chocolate?
Shit, the same place that I saw them gods out in Panama

Chorus: Snoop Dogg
Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let ‘em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Aw, niggas want beef ‘til they get they fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful
You know I’m a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild like them broads up in college
Looking at my child, do the same thing that I did
Verse 2: Busta Rhymes, Anderson .Paak, Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg
Nigga, where was you in the ’80s?
Reaganomics, we sold crack to mothers and they babies
Fiends was running ‘round with stolen shit to sell me crazy
But I took some shorts and a couple nicks of crack and gave ‘em maybe
Gave this bitch a sample, that’s my test tube baby
Tell them fiends we back in town, ice cream pastries
Five-star general bitch, I’m outrankin’ ‘em
Fiends gave me so much bread, I had to start thankin’ ‘em
Side hustlers stole some of my dope, I started spankin’ ‘em
Talked to coke connects in Jamaican accent, Shabba Rankin ‘em
If you stole my shit with the nigga that helped you, walk the plank with him
Hmm, bruk him though like a bumbaclot acronym
Shh, look, don’t tell your peeps but all of my niggas are after him
Hmm, you’re just a bitch, tell me, why you actin’ so masculine?
Hmm, who the fuck is he? Tell me, why the fuck is you asking him? (Why?)
And as I’m smoking this branch, watch me pass the limb
I’m only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been?

Chorus: Snoop Dogg
Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let ‘em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Aw, niggas want beef ‘til they get they fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful
You know I’m a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild like them broads up in college
Looking at my child, do the same thing that I did

Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes & Anderson .Paak – ETA Letra
ETA Letra

Dang! – Mac Miller feat. Anderson .Paak


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA

(Hook: Anderson .Paak):::

I can’t keep on losing you
Over complications
Gone too soon
Wait, we was just hangin’
I guess I need to hold onto, dang
The people that know me best
The key that I won’t forget, too soon
I can’t keep on losing you, you, you, you, you, you
I can’t keep on losing you, you, you, you, you, you

(Verse 1: Mac Miller + Anderson .Paak):::

Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many mistakes do it take ‘til you leave
When I’m left with my hand and my face all red
And a face looking at you like “wait”
I know I ain’t a saint, if it ain’t too late well…
I can’t keep on losing you, I runaway so fast
Know my heart like gold but it break like glass
Knowing shit get old when I act so young
Baby you so cold, never have no son
You don’t wanna grow up, you’re the shit, no funds
So when I get home I’mma give you some
Make you feel like woo, when I hit that drum
Yeah the dick ain’t free, I don’t give no fucks
Yeah it’s complicated, got you frustrated
Get home late and you don’t trust me baby
You way too drunk, you don’t know what I’m saying
You can drive my car, don’t drive me crazy
Complicated, got you frustrated
Every single night I keep you waiting
You say you don’t care, is what you saying
We both know that’s some bullshit
Okay, we be fighting, we be reuniting
Kiss me, touch me, tease me, me excited
God, the devil, who is who?
Tryna get through to you because…

(Hook: Anderson .Paak):::

I can’t keep on losing you
Over complications
Gone too soon
Wait, we was just hangin’
I guess I need to hold onto, dang
The people that know me best
The key that I won’t forget, too soon
I can’t keep on losing you

(Post-Hook):::
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you

(Verse 2: Mac Miller):::

Well, you can’t go away girl, I’mma need you
Play your games like they my ticket to an Ivy league school
Won’t get hall of fame dick from a minor league dude
I just eat pussy, other people need food
Only got a little time, I ain’t tryna spend it
Arguing about who ain’t giving who attention
Starting up the engine, need to reboot
I just eat pussy, other people need food
And I ain’t used every bone in my body
Keep on holding on to your trust
I know you don’t want nothin’ to do with me
But just one more time, let’s make love
One more time it ain’t much
Fuck ‘em all, let’s be us, summer’s soft sweetness
Heartache drunk and hang up
What a mess I made us, sense I make none
It’s complicated, keeping me up late
Can’t concentrate, you’re always on my brain
If it’s love then why the fuck it come with pain?
I just think that’s some bullshit
Okay, it’s seems inviting, trust me, she’s a titan
This week she like him, next week they fightin’
Need protection, all your dresses bulletproof
You safe with me girl

(Interlude: Anderson .Paak + Mac Miller):::

I can’t keep on losing you
Where the hell you going?
Where you taking this trip to? wait!
Don’t move, don’t stay too
I can’t keep on losing you
Where the hell you going?
Wait
Where the hell you going?

(Hook: Anderson .Paak):::

I can’t keep on losing you
Over complications
Gone too soon
Wait, we was just hangin’
I guess I need to hold onto, dang
The people that know me best
The key that I won’t forget, too soon
I can’t keep on losing you

(Post-Hook):::

Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you
Can’t keep losing you
I can’t keep losing you