French Montana Ft Wale & Fabolous - R&B Chicks Lyrics

French Montana Ft Wale & Fabolous - R&B Chicks Lyrics:

[Intro]
What you talkin’ ‘bout, I’mma put in work

[Hook: French Montana]
Mary J, Miley Cyrus
Tell Ashanti, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches
Catch me rollin’, Kelly Rowland
Tell Rihanna, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Mary J bought me everything
Kelly Rowland bought that press be rolling
I heard that Rihanna got that oooh
Tryna get Kelly wetter than her pool
Smokin' on that Etta James
Stackin' that Aretha Franklin
Smokin' Keisha, ease the pain
OG, Mary J
Ooh I like it, blow a quarter mill
Smoke about a field, talkin’ ‘bout that Lauryn Hill
TLC what I’m going about
All my bitches Rihanna, all my bitches Madonna
Tell JB going to JJ, fuck that, going KK
Riding around with that AK, every day be pay day

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
J. Lo’s, Beyno’s and K. ro’s
Mamis, lightskins, darkskins, when I say so
Sippin’ on this Brandy, Smokin’ on that Keisha
Fell in love with my AK, with a new swisher to ‘Licia
She in between my verses, I’m in between her legs
You seen her at award shows, I seen her on the reg
I need a freak in the morning, a freak in the evening
Adina Howard for real, I’m freaking then I’m leaving
That Aguilera bought that black Carrera
That Kelly Clarkson bought that Aston Martin
I’m tryna get a Christina Milli yo
And an R&B bitch that can really blow, yo

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Kick game Neymar, psh psh, Tamar
Keep it G, I'm no hypebeast but tell [?] to leave the J's on
Oh I got a fetish, talkin’ ‘bout me out in Philly
She just married a billionaire, tryna see what went chilly
Damn Misses Badu, there’s just something about you
Tell me next lifetime, I’m shooting myself for proof, oops
Tinashe, I’m tryna show you love
Heard you get 2 on, I just need one then I'm good
Mary J, got your number from Puff
I’m young enough to be your son, but what’s that 411?
You know I’m just playing, you know I love them ladies
You know I love you like a sister, unless you thinking maybe…

[Hook: French Montana]

Miguel Feat. Wale - Bennie And The Jets (Elton John Cover) Lyrics

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Wale - King Slayer Lyrics

Wale - King Slayer Lyrics:

Got my back to the wall, this isn't rap, this is war
Took a sabbatical, I'll battle anybody who want it
These are my king knack for words, as a actual sword
I could decapitate a rapper, if he be lackin' he gone
Know that my faction too strong, know that my passion that throne
Know that my team is afloat, no matter what raft that we on
What did you think? Homie I'm never gon' sink, I'll be forever a G
Comin' at me? Haters capiche, I'll throw you a piece like [?] on the beat
The homie a beast, you know where I be so who want it with me?
Lil homie a beast, with double M G, my young'ns is thee
And every full moon, that's fact [?]
I'm tellin' whoever is messin' with me, could bring you that Khaleesi heat
Burn up, like I'm tryna fill the urn up
And I'm tryna be the best so see my speech as [?]
Word up, better back up or I'll pack out that black car service
Get you back up when I'm back up and I plan on murkin'
Your ass is curtains

Fakin' on us and we gon' ride out
I ain't fakin' dawg and you can find out
Chest pokin' up but what your mind 'bout?
Bet when it be on, they gon' hide out
Seein' haters tryna bring me down, no
King slayer knock you out your crown
[?] the crew [?]
You thinkin' too hard, what is you 'bout?
Family over monetary any day
My man that get the conversary every day
Never carry weight, my name carry weight
Love, hate, revolve like a .38
Love the paper but the fame in the way
Love the ladies but the queens hard to get
And I'm like a Lannister, run my town, that's seven kingdoms
And they'll never stop us, their only option is try to be us

Iggy Azalea - Work Remix Ft. Wale Lyrics

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Wale - The Curse of the Gifted Lyrics

Wale - The Curse of the Gifted Lyrics:

(Verse)
Life’s better when you look good
And yo mama straight dope, honestly still lookin forward
Some type of battles cuz the status got me jah trippin
Cuz I like my bitches but I love these dickers on my getting spitting
Tell me what you feelin different
No one used the bread winner
And it’s red you have
They say your gang feel you
But it is like you dope just not dope enough
And the closest you’ll be probin you to open up
And to do so you must roll one up
And it’s lonely at the top
They say me that they feelin me
I eat this game and shit this out
My dirty draws got winning streaks
I’m in too deep, this industry is sayin to a nigga
Got change like them, just but ain’t changed like them bruh bruh
The only shit on my old shit cuz I’m on shit
But I was pumpin in ’06 with the slow shit
Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts
Machine gon fluctuate those speakers to God
And I’m tired though
And I’m high too
But it’s like my music made these niggas turn they pride to fool
Yea, yall don’t even gotta love us
But you better respect this motherfucker ah, you don’t know shit

(Hook)
Set aside the suckers
Set aside the suckers
And yall don’t even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real shit

(Verse)
See life better when you know you real
I know some niggas is winnin but ain’t been home in years
Pray to not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million
Sipping pretentious liquids
Ease with they money when hella finding is on the trippin
Like you were flowed I bet yourself that you worth 60 mill
So we keep that circle small and never let no squares in there
It’s double M G, I hope they know the set
Don’t you come for second whip unless yo mama out today
Shout out to my girls in Bola, be home in a minute yep
My nigga’s at the rivers correctional, that’s me in that vent
They thought I wasn’t winning, the crew full of troubles
But I do, I shit the game and came out a gold rapper
I should be loving my accomplishments
But a brand new Maserati got me plottin on another hit
Success is like a neverending battle
Well whoever at the top and if that’s you you who you tryna hear
The top of my last shit, it’s all that I ask er
I pray you forgive me if I don’t bask in this chapter
I’m a legend, I chose to talk about rappers
Cuz in this establishment you ain’t never established

(Hook x2)
Set aside the suckers
Set aside the suckers
And yall don’t even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real shit

This is the story about the price of fame
But the love for the dollar
Is because they cannot change

Wale - Sunshine Lyrics

Wale - Sunshine Lyrics:

(Chorus x2)

Spotlight on my fans

Sunshine, I can’t tell a lie

What makes you say that they just wanna hear now?

What makes you say that they just wanna hear now?

Yea, that new black show

Uh

Uh

Yea, bounce, bounce

This show’s over at the moment, right

Look…

(Verse)

I was in the business and you was chasing the pussy

Now I got the dollars, I’m tryna get my position

Couple bad decisions, I got some character issues

I blow another slippin like Stevie tryin permission

They sayin the weather, the more could try and get me

Sure I love my friends, carry paraphernalia

Fall in love with things, you should go and marry civilian

Picture a young rich former taking me serious

I thought I had my shot and even in my prime

Singles in the chart make a broad lose top

These days, ain’t gotta do nothing to pop these days

Instagram is runnin they thoughts these days

These 62 joints, got me duggin on em

I’ll go get my clap and now I’m stuntin on em

You better know that you overdue for some better inners

That’s whoever developed second-guessing they blammers, word

(Chorus x2)

Spotlight on my fans

Sunshine, I can’t tell a lie

What makes you say that they just wanna hear now?

What makes you say that they just wanna hear now?

Yea yea let me tell you about the girl

Aha, every day, to not forget let me tell you bout the…

Back of my shit

Let me tell you bout the… let me tell you bout the…

(Verse)

I don’t like to boast but man you touchin the floor

Fair pussy, put everything in this cone

My only feelin mere, she scared of being alone

She settle for this bitch, she starin she be a trophy

I’mma probably marry somebody ready familiar

VH1 team all I’m thinkin about is this

Can do without the pennies, another bro record up in the business

Had that locked since I lost my scholarship

Bout me getting it to my old coach I’m ballin

Rose glow with 40

Shall we record it mane? Grab the 40

To me the thought of money would change it and got worse

But it’s a lot better than the screaming who got worse

I’m holding it from back to packin it on that 30

I never sold crack when crack rappin was workin

With that fat just backpackin and murkin

Get in that, probably he know why you’re Mr. Perfect

(Chorus x2)

Spotlight on my fans

Sunshine, I can’t tell a lie

What makes you say that they just wanna hear now?

What makes you say that they just wanna hear now?

Let me tell you about the girl

Let me tell you about the girl

Let me tell you about the girl

This dedicated to my nephew Tony

Rest in peace bro

Love

Shine on us Kuzo

We ain’t pposed to never

We ain’t pposed to never

We ain’t pposed to never

We ain’t pposed to never

We ain’t pposed to never have

We ain’t pposed to never

We ain’t pposed to never

We ain’t pposed to never

Wale - Heaven’s Afternoon Ft. Meek Mill Lyrics

Wale - Heaven’s Afternoon Ft. Meek Mill Lyrics:

(Intro)
In the grand scheme of things
We never were supposed to have shit
Born to lose, built to win
Folarin
Let’s get it in

(Hook)
We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
We ain’t supposed to never have shit
See the growth in my rhymes
See my focus ain’t on them

(Verse 1)
Nah, at the top is just us, right
Let’s get it
PRPS, something nice you ain’t know ‘em
Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor
We can’t leave, but we love the allure
Hold mine down and stay above what you on
On, I’m appeased and obliged
Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini
I’mma need me a light
Ridin’ through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind
I ain’t know him but I wish I did
Each one, teach one, may the youth live
On that, Joey Bad please hold your head
Lost one last summer, livin’ ain’t fair
While them niggas scared, we forever in
Hates see you smile, money everywhere
Dream killers out, I see them in the rear
Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer
Amen

(Hook)
‘Cause we ain’t supposed to never have nothing
We ain’t supposed to never have shit
We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
We ain’t supposed to never have shit
See the growth in my rhymes
See my focus ain’t on them

Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing

(Verse 2)
Yeah, I’m focused, it’s Folarin here
I reckon your barbershop talk of this
Heavenly father, may the spirit of God
Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick
All we need Keisha, all we need Becky
All we need is God, and fed free fetti
My little buddy lives strong, young nigga peddle
He ain’t make it in the leagues, so the streets wed him
Gettin’ wet up on the corner in whatever weather
Boy see the jail again, he gonna see the devil
Been a week since he seen his mother
And 18 since he seen the other
I’mma pray for him
It’s safe to say, he got some pain within
It ain’t too much that I can say to him
Cause my bank statement don’t relate to him

(Hook)
‘Cause we ain’t supposed to never have nothing
We ain’t supposed to never have shit
We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
See my focus ain’t on them

(Verse 3: Meek Mill)
I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene
Put up Aston Martin, you could asked em Yasiin
When I came through the scene paper taggin on lean
Bad attention to get, that was yall dream
Hold up, let me get a feel like a Jackson hold up, I don’t feel it (nah)
Hey Wale
Yep, what’s the problem?
I’m focused, I’m Kobe, I kill it
I ain’t scared of it
Getting hired if Shaquille old Neal feel go please sing this
Girl me to the broke, they probably with me got a mill plus interest
Meek, he livin
When I was dead broke used to always tell my cellphone I’ll still be the shit
To my PO, she got me up
I’mma do the time, come home, and still be this rich
Still she the rich, I’mma still be a Meech
Got this Rico, start filming it
Hold up, try and kill me
Let me get the flow back, I was chillin it
We was chillin them strips, drop hits no ceiling
Ain’t talking bout when, you talkin them things
300 in change, got a million in whips

(Hook)
We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
That right ‘cause we ain’t supposed to never have shit
No, no, We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
You see my focus ain’t on them

Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing
Supposed to have nothing

Uh, started from the bottom
Yea, but now we grindin til they love em yea that’s
Uh, for the money and them commas
Yea, we can’t forget about it
Yea, started from that bottom
Yea, but now I got, it’s a problem
For that money and them dollars
And I ain’t rich but I’m still shinin
I’m still shinin, I’m still shinin
Shinin, still shinin
Shinin, still shinin
Shinin, let me shine my
Church.

Wale - Golden Salvation (Jesus Piece) Lyrics

Wale - Golden Salvation (Jesus Piece) Lyrics:

(Intro)
Praise
And thanks to the Father, holy water

Jesus piece
Don’t nobody want no Jesus piece?
No, uh

(Verse)
G be the shine, I don’t help or it’s nothing
Why these rapping dudes would make amongst crew?
No it’s a must, carry them VVS’s
When they gon play in person and I heard each other’s gon try a test shot
No A bomb on you
I can keep coming just need a room
Niggas show no respect here
The good book say your prayers
But Jesus stuck in your ways, you got my image aprayed ah
While you sittin I’m waitin
Fornicatin with women, I sat right there on your table
Nobody here at the breaks, go I’m keepin you graceful
Brothers as warranty though I’m crashing in faithful
Fast for me no, blast for me though
Grab to it’s on racks hah, to match up with me froze
Uh, how can the diamonds you can see my wisdom
I seen a reverend go far with me as he read his scripture
This is bible, we hit the people with malice intentions
You sudden get between the aki with crucifix tended
With a G one attached on a sacrilege scene
I’ll die for you hard, now niggas die over me

(Hook x2)
Jesus piece
Jesus piece
Jesus piece
Don’t nobody want no Jesus piece?

(Verse)
Be on diamonds and later New York avenue
If nobody stores have me somebody would know abvout me
All over paparazzi, shout out to Mud County
See their commercial lively and sure they need more rappers
New chain swag, get your true lane fast
Or lay it down if not, a ticket next to that
And the bible told you wait on my arrival
With patience with yo problems, taking J up to confinement
Our religion is style, if not then why does she compare with me?
Known for daisies and Jacob tell you that is real
Hallelujah, the things you do to be in manure
You never gave me your shows but you keep me on tour
Sunday services, pastors is the wealthiest, we’re working it
Preaching Armageddon while collection played them circling the room
Feels but it too
And devil’s on commercial, play the purposes and crew
And the worth is in the pucket when they blesses do improve
And it stall me on the cross, just stall me for the who’s
And the eye’s foolish,
What am I? Who are yall?
I’ve come down from the sky ‘cause niggas keep prayin to shine, look
Amen

For the price of fame
What would you do to have them say your name?

See I promised I wouldn’t cop another chain
But the all I spend on these VVS’s got me in that complex page, you see?
For the price of fame
When that Bugatti dropped my accountant stopped me for a second and said not today not today
For the price of fame
For the price of fame
What would you do to have them say your name?
It is such a shame

Wale - Vanity Lyrics

Wale - Vanity Lyrics:

(Intro)
I promise it comes with the guilt
How awesome is this narcissism?
You save your hard earnings to pay for these nigga’s opinions

(Hook x2: Wale)
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?

(Verse 1)
I said it ain’t on me so I need more bottles
Okay these lames gon’ see that I need more hotter
See I got it till 10 cause my T cost dollars
Swear my chain so big that it by my collar

Cold stunna,
Rose-gold for something
Concordes where the shit are these oceans 11’s
Club jumping
And it’s like I got a black heart
Ever since I swiped that black card
And I gave that shit with 10 deals
Let these niggas know we in the building
Because I spend these 7 bills
Tryna give me all their feelings

(Hook: Gary Jules)
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

(Hook x2: Wale)
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?

(Verse 2)
Now look at me, look at me,
How much vanity do you see?
Ya ain’t pay up for no pussy but you pay for what she see
M.O.B., M.O.B.
Yes, as far as I can see
But these broads jocking me is validating my conceit
Obviously show you rare
Don’t you wonder why she hit
Open bottles, open convos, open wallets, open legs
Open cleavage, open eyes, open wide, open thighs
Oh behave
My old school got more vroom than your new ride
Look at me, look at me
Now he creeping up the street
Got a thousand on that V, got you stunting on a G
Ran, damn, plan, scheme
Just to show you that he got it till they hot for that VI
Watch them plot it while they watching
Way before these bitches
Niggas dying over process,
Bitches dying for attention,
Niggas drop it just to plop em
Is it really that important, is it really that serious?
I’m curious, this really shit we livin for opinioners

(Hook: Gary Jules)
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

(Hook x2: Wale)
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?
Now look at me, look at me
How much vanity do you see?

(Outro)
We’re fucking up the club now, club now
Don’t stay on the Rose now, Rose now
They say how far we pulling in, pulling in
Watch me make me do me thing, do me thing
We’re fucking up the club now, club now
Don’t stay on the Rose now, Rose now
They say how far we pulling in, pulling in
Watch me make me do me thing, do me thing
Take it

Wale - Gullible Ft. CeeLo Green Lyrics

Wale - Gullible Ft. CeeLo Green Lyrics:

(Intro)
Would you believe that?
If you believe that
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
Let’s get it

(Verse)
What if they tell you this music was bogus?
The government run it, they controlin the culture
Would you believe that if you read that?
What if they tell you the iPhone was tapped?
And see all of your browse and I know you viewin your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like middle man
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying max
And when they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a gut, tan and scratch to pair of black
Would you believe that? We reached that, look
How bout they tell you you dyin if you ain’t voting?
So now you vote for one in reline
I got a motion and believe that
You know you doin what you eat
What if they make it less? Talkin you what it do
Talkin you what’s here but never let they mother jump
Part in the flow with consistence control they many souls
I thought it’s it, loaded by television shows
Opinion show with Muslims see what they lovin boy
A little gossip to you keeps watchin it on point
So don’t believe so how they are breaking the law?
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the gullible

(Hook)
I’m turnin on the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my old song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein
As it flows into my vein

(Bridge)
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
And then the internet slit the television throat

(Verse)
And the world star model fell up out the orbit
That’s what that brought a rappin artist behind his mortgage
And now the rappers would visit Shawty, Shawty keep goin
And everybody be laughin at him, he doesn’t know it
‘Cause he believed her, thought he couldn’t be G but such a squeaker
News flash, news flash, it’s a cruel world
And no one’s too thorough to lose it on to a girl
Uh, what if they told you your chip was a boogie
You know, like a hoe, the type I’ve been shootin
You gon play it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell er you’ll holler at er so get in you gonna lose it

(Bridge)
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
And then the internet slit the television throat

When I moved forward I gave birth to several episodes
Our generation is turned, we got too many clones
We just believe they gon repeat what niggas told
And all the bullets are prodigal to the gullible

(Hook)
I’m turnin on the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my old song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein
As it flows into my vein

(Outro)
I’d like to thank all the beautiful people that came out here tonight
There’s Reese, yea I see you in the bag baby
Oh yea
You hear that? Uh, here to adapt things in the back
Young Dallas
I feel good right now
I just want something bout people but I appreciate
I’m to believe it
You done

Wale - Bricks Ft. Yo Gotti & Lyfe Jennings Lyrics

Wale - Bricks Ft. Yo Gotti & Lyfe Jennings Lyrics:

(Intro)
Turn a brick to a stone but you think we don’t have a soul
As a kid need to grow, the powder’s weight in gold

(Bridge)
Getting blowed
Thinkin I’m so glad that I can’t rap ‘cause I can’t move no dough
But I do know a few niggas that did and a few niggas that still
And a few niggas that’s through or a few niggas that’s dead

(Verse)
So fuckin 9 to 5, they clockin and tryna to survive
Cop a brick and supply ‘cause nobody offerin jobs
Bricks build, buildings build, houses build neighborhoods
Better ripped than turned into a baller or a Davis shirt
Understated to say it hurts, I was optimistic
Tryna see my gang and whippin plain English that I was flippin
This college went out of his dollar pension
‘Cause after 4 or 5 you don’t got to have a college ticket
Bounce

(Hook)
But them niggas tryna hold my head and work this out
Countin numbers up in my head tryna build this house
Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down
But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth

Bricks bricks – it’s all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it’s all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it’s all them niggas thinkin bout
Many niggas on the scene, ain’t gotta dream it now

(Bridge)
Tulio getting blowed
Thinkin I’m so glad that I can’t rap ‘cause I can’t move no dough
But I do know a few niggas that did and a few niggas that still
And a few niggas that’s through or a few niggas that’s dead

(Verse)
Look, little niggas will shoot you, they got nothing to say
‘Cause local celebrities only bout a brick away
If you still whip em he getting those from whippin yay
And you got no paper, you been so patient, come get some weight
Just think about it, come see your products
And you weekend shoppin, show people no people problem
I can see the problem, you nigga don’t have no conscience
Can’t shoot, can’t blow but can rap
Young nigga don’t have no option

Turn a brick to a stone tryna feed for my homie
From the powder to the power and the power turn to gold
Turning head with yo whip
Is it worth what you did?
A brick is a brick and a brick you can build
Turn a brick to a stone tryna feed for my homie
Trenches on the full, turn reefer to a homie
Turn the powder into power and the power to the homies
A brick with a brick to a brick you can throw
Build bricks
Bricks
Bricks
Bricks

(Verse)
Many years old, feds lookin for my moms
10 to 11 held my first gun
First time I held bricks I was getting construction
Tell me you puff a medical, gave him my introduction now
16, get them bricks for the 16
Course I’m rappin bitch but now wrappin bricks for 16
I was 17 ridin and then is all good
18 and 19 payin nothing over 20
And 1008 divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know what that mean you noticed it now
And if you don’t learn how to divide nigga
I’m talkin bricks, no jump shots
I call it work, no punch clocks

(Hook)
But them niggas tryna hold my head and work this out
Countin numbers up in my head tryna build this house
Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down
But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth

(X2)
Bricks bricks – it’s all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it’s all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks – it’s all them niggas thinkin bout
Many niggas on the scene, ain’t gotta dream it now

Million to a stone, the stone to the sour
The show in the hood and you know that you could
The powder and the crack and the crack to the suns
Dollars in the bag and the glocks in the front…

Wale - Clappers Ft. Nicki Minaj & Juicy J Lyrics

Wale - Clappers Ft. Nicki Minaj & Juicy J Lyrics:

(Intro)

Don’t mind me, baby

(bounce)

We’re taking over something

(bounce bounce bounce move)

Yall getting it

(bounce)

Just hang on champ

(Hook)

Look, Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce)

Oh yea

(bounce bounce bounce)

Look, Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Look, Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

(Verse)

Bounce bounce bounce fool, now put the sweetie on

Bounce bounce bounce fool then I put my donk donk

Bounce bounce bounce fool I don’t gotta say too much

It’s time for anticipation, keep your way and stay on

Oh, see that from a block away

I ain’t pessimistic, thought I’d drop a couple, not today

Oh, best she call you not today

I go to my my liners I know the game like scrap would say

Oh, I wonder if she shut up

I just know her face so let’s start from the butt uh

And I ain’t had yo mama, think I wanna take yo mama

Says you’ll say your prayer for me

If something happen then we’ll wait up

(Hook)

Now Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Oh yea

(Verse)

Yea sir

Shawty gotta shake that responsibly

Made a trip into the sea, what you workin with?

Do you clap that that? Do a hashtag

Girl I’ll make your booty move I’ll do a perfect split

She got the fattie, she got she got the perfect

I wish I wanna get free, think about workin hips

I’m high in the clouds I’m not comin down

I’m so turnt up I can’t find the ground

Sip it sip it by the pound, smoke it by the by the pound

Make it flow with the one, no no might drown

Cheesy got chips like Fritolay

And I get these chips out of DOA

I’m so dope, boy fresh that

You think that I’m sellin blow tape

Don’t check the V, I made and did her pregnant and her throat

Shawty bust it open for me, I’mma throw this cash

Shawty throw that like a hail Mary dance

I’m fuckin me a new shit every night

Make that make that clap, I don’t care about that cellulite

(Hook)

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Oh yea

(Verse)

Clappers to the front, got a back wheel full of skunk

By the white boy with the funnel just you finding out what’s up

Look, clappers to the front, all you rappers got the stuff

Now she finna bust to loose it, screamin rest in peace to Chuck

This that beyond V, we at that KOD

And I get CC in this CC but don’t DOC

(Verse)

Shout out to that satellite

Got a real bam bam better say it

I done never been then search it right

Got a couple hood racks on the section 8

Make a nigga come, don’t procrastinate

4450, come crack the case

Got cocky days, come clock today, this 44 fire evacuate

Throw that throw that in here, evaporate

Where your money hidden? Evaluate

If you bout big money elaborate

I’mma shake this, shake til I graduate

(Hook)

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Oh yea

Bounce bounce bounce bounce…

Bounce bounce bounce bounce…

Sayin rest in peace for cha yea yea

Sayin rest in peace for cha yea yea

Sayin rest in peace for cha yea yea

And in that city I’m the one, yea

Let’s go

East street, D street, Rose got a hoe goin

So she callin

Put it out

Count to 10

1 full, 1 fire

Ride through, Garfield

Come by, by 2 fill

Can’t roll, I been about

The separate city, separate city, separate city

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea