Tyga – Tyga Freestyle | L.A. Leakers Freestyle #073 Lyrics

[Verse]
Nigga, call me a G.O.A.T., don’t call it a comeback
Seven million records, nine months, where Soulja at?
I could make the same song, bitches still play that
Run around saying that you made me, why you say that?
And I make them bitches flock to me like A.S.A.P
And I had to Amber Rose the top of the Maybach
AE, why they hate that? Where the Bay at?
Time is money, can’t let a broke bitch waste that
In L.A., them niggas be famous for a day
I don’t chase clout, I just pull in Chase Bank
I got taste kush indica, the shit so stank
A nigga sent me a song, thought that shit was a prank
And I mean it in a bad way
And your bitch hit me up every Saturday
And I’m busy with your friend, try another day, uh
I start my own wave then I ride the wave
Baby don’t be sassy, nothin’ don’t pass me
Diamond cross, baptist, pray to me, marry me
A non-superficial thing, can’t wait ’til we meet
Hunnid large for the verse, I done did three this week
Hot nigga, so close but he still out of reach
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, uh
Do what thou wilt, what you think?
Platinum first day, the album on creep

[Outro]
Motherfucker
Said the album on creep
Yeah, LA leak, let that flow sink
Yeah, let that beat breath
Goddamn Thotiana do it on her knees, yeah

Lil Uzi Vert – Introvert Lyrics

[Intro]
Uhh, uh
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ my money, I’m countin’ this paper
You fuck with me, 223 bullet in chamber
I promise you, leave your girl ’round me, I’ll take her
She didn’t wanna lick her Lil Uzi, now had taste it
Faded I put down my dough, I don’t really be chasin’
LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers
Baby, that [?] really wanna see you shake it
Swerve in the coupe and I’m countin’ that money, no charts
She said, “Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist”
She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion
I’m drivin’ up in the Rolls Royce
I’m countin’ money when I’m bored
Stop countin’ money ’cause that’s what I do when I’m bored
If you really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point?
I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, and [?] feel like I’m Floyd

[Interlude]
Uh, uhh, uhh
[Japanese clip plays]
Uh, uhh, uhh

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

[Bridge]
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Yeah, ohh, yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m off the Xan’, she off Roc’
Trunk in the front of my car
I met the slut at the bar
I fucked the slut at the bar
Strummin’ that pussy guitar
Smashin’ that bih’ like a tar
Shots on your bitch like JR
But in my wallet, Goyard
Raf Simmons steppin’ on ya
Margielas steppin’ on ya
Rick Owens steppin’ on ya
All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark
I am not regular, baby girl, you are the star
I am ballin’ like I am Derrick Rose
I be ballin’ like I miss Amber Rose
Luv is Rage, jump in a crowd at my shows

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

03 Greedo – Run For Yo Life lyrics

[Intro]
03, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I been sleeping with your girlfriend, same time you’re doing time
I been on the other end, I had to change my life
Run for my life, run for your life
Run it up with your wife, might fuck tonight
Can’t trust that bitch, so don’t trust that bitch
Can’t trust that bitch, nigga don’t trust that bitch

[Verse 1]
I don’t usually fuck these nigga bitches, I’m a player
But this hottie way too thick and her lil man a hater
Just for these hoes these niggas risk they life to get the paper
Just for the dough, I think I need a Lincoln Navigator
Take them back to bald fades with the activator
It’s been some time since I had some shine
But I been back on my grind and she been back on my mind
Just like a distant reminder in the back of her mind
I put that arch in her spine, now I got her shaking
Body language, bold statement, capping is my occupation conversation rule the nation, talk her out her pink sweatsuit
So fast, she make Amber Rose look like she got no ass

[Chorus]
I been sleeping with your girlfriend, same time you’re doing time
I been on the other end, I had to change my life
Run for my life, run for your life
Run it up with your wife, might fuck tonight

[Verse 2]
Everytime you make a run for your bitch
I pull up and make her run from that dick
Run it up when she finds all my strips
We don’t run all our lips, go’n and run for some shit
I can’t give up locations, no information
You know we don’t say shit ’cause we fighting cases for real
Fuck it got saved by a deal, you never felt how it feels
Your money counterfeit, my money real
You might go down and it’s all up from here
I was depressed off them drugs and realized I’m the plug
I got blinded by love and that shit fucked me up
And that’s all that I fear, all that I fear
Bitch it’s my year, bitch it’s my year
Love is all that I fear

[Chorus]
I been sleeping with your girlfriend, same time you’re doing time
I been on the other end, I had to change my life
Run for my life, run for your life
Run it up with your wife, might fuck tonight

Saweetie – EXPEN$IVE lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, expensive, expensive
Uh, I’m expensive, diamonds is expensive
This jewelry is expensive, expensive, expensive
Tennis on my necklace, water on my pendant
Icy independent, expensive, expensive
Saweetie is expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, nigga, I’m expensive, expensive

[Verse 1]
Here’s another anthem for the queens and for the ratchet hoes
Titanic hanging ’round my neck, I feel just like DiCaprio
Icy like the revenant, my diamonds dance like Amber Rose
Looking at these presidents, my loft look like the Pentagon
Before you come into my crib you better take yo sneakers off
Looking like I sold a brick, the D.A. won’t leave me alone
All my weave is virgin, that’s why I ain’t fucking with you hoes
All my weave is virgin, that’s why I ain’t fucking with you hoes
I’m expensive, my nigga, never friendly
Keep his side chick Nina in the glovebox of the Bentley
All these bitches envy. How many? Too many
Out in San Jose my ese move that weight comprende

[Pre-Chorus]
Fenty on my face, cocaina on my toes
Ferragamo ’round my waist, fashion nova for the clothes
Forgiattos on the Wraith, oh my god, my roof is gone
Looking like I won the race, all this gold that I got on
Is expensive

[Chorus]
I’m expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, expensive, expensive
Uh, I’m expensive, diamonds is expensive
This jewelry is expensive, expensive, expensive
Tennis on my necklace, water on my pendant
Icy independent, expensive, expensive
Saweetie is expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, nigga, I’m expensive, expensive

[Verse 2]
Pablo, Chapo, Blanco, I’m Saweetie soprano
Today I might hit Fiji, Tahiti tomorrow, uh
Booking all this travel like I’m ducking narcos, uh
Tatted up my passport when tanning in Cabo
Filipino Mona Lisa, I should be in a museum
U-S-C me on them stages, gon’ be rocking coliseums
All my exes took an L, because they couldn’t carpe diem
Had me but they lost me, I would really hate to be them
I be in my bag, this Chanel hold hella racks
I be in my bag, I don’t got no time to chat
I be in my bag, stock is up, just check the stats
I be in my bag, hunneds wrapped in rubber bands

[Pre-Chorus]
Fenty on my face, cocaina on my toes
Ferragamo ’round my waist, fashion nova for the clothes
Forgiattos on the Wraith, oh my god, my roof is gone
Looking like I won the race, all this gold that I got on
Is expensive

[Chorus]
I’m expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, expensive, expensive
I’m expensive, diamonds is expensive
This jewelry is expensive, expensive, expensive
Tennis on my necklace, water on my pendant
Icy independent, expensive, expensive
Saweetie is expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, nigga, I’m expensive, expensive

Alexa Ferr – Rondevu (feat. LJ) lyrics

[Opening]
I’m on my Fendi s***
At the rondevu
I’m in the lead now
I’ll show you what I do
I’m taking shots with my six
That’s a wrecking crew
Don’t be mad now
Cause I got fans now

[Verse]
I knew had to get it on my own
But rollin through the city do get lonely
Fur coat bad biddies on my arm
If I play I play to win I’m cashing out yeah
You changing lanes
I’m switching countries on you hoes
Sugar daddies say I’m thick like Amber Rose yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I came to win no going back
Support or nah
Where you at?

[Chorus]
You know I’m on my own wave
My own wave, my own wave
Don’t care whatever they all say
I’m in my own land
I do my own thing

I’m on my Fendi s***
At the rondevu
I’m in the lead now
I’ll show you what I do
I’m taking shots with my six
That’s a wrecking crew
Don’t be mad now
Cause I got fans now

[Verse]
Walk in you know I got it all under control
Now they wanna know everywhere I’m goin
I’m in the mix I sip my henny til it’s gone
Me and my ladies turning heads yeah it’s a movement
Cali based
But I come straight out of the six yeah
I’m cashin out my Pockets bigger than my hips yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I came to win no going back
Support or nah
Where you at?

[Chorus]
You know I’m on my own wave
My own wave, my own wave
Don’t care whatever they all say
I’m in my own land
I do my own thing

I’m on my Fendi s***
At the rondevu
I’m in the lead now
I’ll show you what I do
I’m taking shots with my six
That’s a wrecking crew
Don’t be mad now
Cause I got fans now

Alexa Ferr – Rondevu lyrics

[Opening]
I’m on my Fendi s***
At the rondevu
I’m in the lead now
I’ll show you what I do
I’m taking shots with my six
That’s a wrecking crew
Don’t be mad now
Cause I got fans now

[Verse]
I knew had to get it on my own
But rollin through the city do get lonely
Fur coat bad biddies on my arm
If I play I play to win I’m cashing out yeah
You changing lanes
I’m switching countries on you hoes
Sugar daddies say I’m thick like Amber Rose yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I came to win no going back
Support or nah
Where you at?

[Chorus]
You know I’m on my own wave
My own wave, my own wave
Don’t care whatever they all say
I’m in my own land
I do my own thing

I’m on my Fendi s***
At the rondevu
I’m in the lead now
I’ll show you what I do
I’m taking shots with my six
That’s a wrecking crew
Don’t be mad now
Cause I got fans now

[Verse]
Walk in you know I got it all under control
Now they wanna know everywhere I’m goin
I’m in the mix I sip my henny til it’s gone
Me and my ladies turning heads yeah it’s a movement
Cali based
But I come straight out of the six yeah
I’m cashin out my Pockets bigger than my hips yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I came to win no going back
Support or nah
Where you at?

[Chorus]
You know I’m on my own wave
My own wave, my own wave
Don’t care whatever they all say
I’m in my own land
I do my own thing

I’m on my Fendi s***
At the rondevu
I’m in the lead now
I’ll show you what I do
I’m taking shots with my six
That’s a wrecking crew
Don’t be mad now
Cause I got fans now

Ab-Soul – Womanogamy

[Intro]
The goal is not to, uh, make my cup full
That’s the goal, that’s the ultimate goal
One wrong move in this motherfucker
*Spark*

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Look, I got two baby mamas, but I ain’t got no kids
Nah, I’m fuckin’ with you, them my lesbian friends
Real shit, they been together for over a few years
Every time I smell the sage burning man I think of them
Jade wanna be a surrogate and carry my kids
I’d probably give Lonnie cash if she will really let me hit
We think she Nefertiti, and I believe it
Unisex said that she turned gold durin’ her DMT trip

[Hook: Ab-Soul and ScHoolboy Q]
‘Cause I like girls that like girls that’s in love with me
Just promise me you’ll remain anonymous
She said am I faithful, I said I’m womanogamous
Womanogamous, womanogamous
She asked am I faithful
Womanogamous, womanogamous
‘Cause I like girls that like (I like girls that like)
From the womb to the tomb, nigga
Put that womb in the tomb, nigga (Womanogamous)
I said from the womb to the tomb, nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb, nigga (Womanogamous)
From the womb to the tomb, nigga
Leave that womb in the tomb, nigga
Amber Rose taught you how to be a bad bitch
This should be your favorite track, bitch! (Turn me up, fool!)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I’m a Pisces, I got Aphrodite in my back
Pocket on the ring of my keys
Hope her and her son Eros get where they supposed to go
They playin’ tug of war with me, and I can’t bend no more
I’m too emotional for that, but I don’t show it
If I’m two fishes tied by the tail, then where I’m goin’?
Hold that thought, next scene, shit, it would be the moaning
I give her morning wood, then roll my wood up in the morning
Finesse this flow from Lucki Eck$
I’m finger-fuckin’ Mother Earth
Put my thumb up in her butt, then roll like a was bowlin’
Gettin’ comatose and high, they on my pole ‘cause I told ’em
I guess if you was Nuit you would know it
And Christ died at 33, and she at 33
And she was born on two eleven; that’s a robbery
Damn, she done stole my heart from me

[Hook: Ab-Soul and ScHoolboy Q]
‘Cause I like girls that like girls that’s in love with me
Just promise me you’ll remain anonymous
She said am I faithful, I said I’m womanogamous
Womanogamous, womanogamous
She asked am I faithful
Womanogamous, womanogamous
‘Cause I like girls that like (I like girls that like)
From the womb to the tomb, nigga
Put that womb in the tomb, nigga (Womanogamous)
I said from the womb to the tomb, nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb, nigga (Womanogamous)
From the womb to the tomb, nigga
Leave that womb in the tomb, nigga
Amber Rose taught you how to be a bad bitch
This should be your favorite track, bitch!

[Outro]
Womanogamous
Didn’t drop the cup, fool!
(YMF, nigga!)

Ab-Soul – Womanogamy Lyrics

The goal is not to..uh..make my cup full
“What’s the goal? What’s the ultimate goal..? One wrong move in this muthafucka
*Spark*

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Look, I got two baby mommas
But I ain’t got no kids. Nah, I’m fucking with you
They my lesbian friends
Real shit, they been together for over a few years
Every time I smell the sage burning man I think of them
Jade wanna be a surrogate and carry my kids
I’d probably give Lonnie cash if she will really lemme hit
We think she Nefertiti and I believe it
? said she turned gold in her DMT trip

[Hook: Ab-Soul and ScHoolboy Q]
Cause I like girls that like girls thats in love with me
Just promise me you’ll remain anonymous
She said am I faithful
I said I’m womanogamist
Womanogamist womanogamist
She asked am I faithful
Womanogamist womanogomist
Cause I like girl that like (I like girls that like)
From the whom to the tomb nigga
Put that womb in the tomb nigga (womanogomist)
I said from the womb to the tomb nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb nigga (womanogomist)
From the womb to the tomb nigga
? that womb in the tomb nigga

[Bridge]
Amber Rose taught you how to be a bad bitch
This should be your favorite track, bitch (turn it up fool)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I’m a pisces
I got Aphrodite in my back pocket
On the ring of my keys
Hope her and her son Eros
Get where they supposed to go
They playing tug of war with me
And I can’t bend no more
I’m too emotional for that
But I don’t show it
If I’m two fishes tied by the tail
Then where am I goin
Hold that thought, next scene
Shit, it would be the morning
I give her morning wood then roll my wood up in the morning
Finesse this flow from Lucki Eck$
I’m finger fucking mother earth
Put my thumb up in her butt
Then roll like a was bowling
Getting comatose and high
They on my pole ‘cause I told them
I guess if you was Huey you would know it
Christ died at 33 and she at 33
And she was born on two eleven, that’s a robbery
She done stole my heart from me

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Cause I like girls that like girls thats in love with me
Just promise me you’ll remain anonymous
She said am I faithful
I said I’m womanogamist
Womanogamist womanogamist
She asked am I faithful
Womanogamist womanogomist
Cause I like girl that like (I like girls that like)
From the whom to the tomb nigga
Put that womb in the tomb nigga (womanogomist)
I said from the womb to the tomb nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb nigga (womanogomist)
From the womb to the tomb nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb nigga

[Outro]
If Amber Rose taught you how to be a bad bitch
This should be your favorite track, bitch
Didn’t drop the cup full (YMF nigga)

Frank Ocean – Nikes (Blonde Album)

[Intro]

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
These bitches want Nikes
They looking for a check
Tell em it ain’t likely
Said she need a ring like Carmelo
Must be on that white like Othello
All you want is Nikes
But the real ones just like you
Just like me
[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
I don’t play, I don’t make time
But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line
Pour up for A$AP
RIP Pimp C
RIP Trayvon, that nigga look just like me
Woo, fuckin’ buzzin’, woo!
That my little cousin, he got a little trade
His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid
We out by the pool, some little mermaids
Me and them gel
Like twigs with them bangs
Now that’s a real mermaid
You been holding your breath
Weighted down
Punk madre, punk papa
He don’t care for me
But he cares for me
And that’s good enough
We don’t talk much or nothin’
But when we talkin’ about something
We have good discussion
I met his friends last week, feels like they’re up to something
That’s good for us

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We gon’ see the future first
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We gon’ see the future first
Living so the last night feels like a past life
Speaking of the, don’t know what got into people
Devil be possessin homies
Demons try to body jump
Why you think I’m in this bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke
Acid on me like the rain
Weed crumbles into glitter
Rain, glitter
We laid out on this wet floor
Away turf, no Astro
Mesmerized how the strobes glow
Look at all the people feet dance
I know that your nigga came with you
But he ain’t with you
We only human and it’s humid in these Balmains
I mean my balls sticking in my jeans
We breathin pheremones, Amber Rose
Sippin’ pink-gold lemonades
Feelin’

[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
I may be younger but I’ll look after you
We’re not in love, but I’ll make love to you
When you’re not here I’ll save some for you
I’m not him but I’ll mean something to you
I’ll mean something to you
I’ll mean something to you
You got a roommate he’ll hear what we do
It’s only awkward if you’re fucking him too

[Verse 3: KOHH]
一人の男
たくさんかわいい女の子
誰かのことを 誰も縛れはしない
他人の心
まあ、飲みたいならお酒でも飲もう(ふぉ)
彼女がいたり、彼氏がいたり
気の合っちゃう人間2人
しょうがない
男たちと 女たち
去るもの追わず
来るもの選ぶ
それだけの話
今しかない時間
大事にしな
何億万人も
いい人ならいるよ
あの子がまたモデルの子に嫉妬
でも好きなら好き
無理なら無理だし
次から次に (次に)
類が友を呼んでくれるいつも (類が友を呼ぶ)
たまには離れてみるのも必要 (必要…必要…)
自由にする まるでパリスヒルトン (パリスヒルトン)

Joe Budden – Time For Work lyrics

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it?
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property
That’s my definition of a home body
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky
Nonetheless I only check her ’cause her dome sloppy
Gave her all that she could handle though
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable
[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
WJBOC 101.9, and I’m your host DJ Verified rocking out with you. Doing it for the grown and sexy out there. 35 and up, 35 and up only. Call us up, we’re doing a live remote from Club Deco. Call us up, 1-800-We Too Old For The Fuck Shit. We wanna talk to you, come on

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Been thinking about you for quite some time
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of mind
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens [?]
Hella prideful, everything I buy two
Everything his/hers, Jemele and Michael
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go
On and on and on and
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and
Ride and moaning to five in the morning
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning
[?] joke alone, Joe Malone
Of the green bottle same color of provologne
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m [?]
In the focus homes
And that much real estate like the focus homes
When the clothes is gone
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long
With me as high king she take her liking
To trim and piping when the kitchen [?]
Quite surprising the post of my dreams
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem
Dreamy eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey
Getting all up in her guts with it
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it
That’s how it sound when we together
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

Joe Budden – Time For Work (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it?
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property
That’s my definition of a home body
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky
Nonetheless I only check her ’cause her dome sloppy
Gave her all that she could handle though
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
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[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Been thinking about you for quite some time
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of mind
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens [?]
Hella prideful, everything I buy two
Everything his/hers, Jemele and Michael
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go
On and on and on and
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and
Ride and moaning to five in the morning
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning
[?] joke alone, Joe Malone
Of the green bottle same color of provologne
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m [?]
In the focus homes
And that much real estate like the focus homes
When the clothes is gone
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long
With me as high king she take her liking
To trim and piping when the kitchen [?]
Quite surprising the post of my dreams
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem
Dreamy eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey
Getting all up in her guts with it
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it
That’s how it sound when we together
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go