1.Once In A While
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Sharif Slater／FENRICK GIBBS／Skip Prokop／Kanye
West／Dwayne Carter／Dominick Lamb／Norman Landsberg／Felix
Pappalardi／JOHN ELLIS VENTURA／Leslie Weinstein／Charly Wingate
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Sharif Slater／FENRICK GIBBS／Skip Prokop／Kanye
West／Dwayne Carter／Dominick Lamb／Norman Landsberg／Felix
Pappalardi／JOHN ELLIS VENTURA／Leslie Weinstein／Charly Wingate
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for, ain't it？
What people payin paper for？
Murder, cold blooded murder,
Cold blooded murder,
My money on the line,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
Getting shot up, then he got up,
Came back then he lit the spot up,
Homie hit the chart up
Moroccan boy, you sloppy boy,
3 chains on, I be Rocky boy,
Packs out the lobby boy,
Nigga you can read on, each dream on,
French, got my feet on,
With money I can lean on,
Canary chain cold but still keep the heat on,
Your bitch with the raccoon vest, Peter Pete on
Catch me at the game, hard wood where my feet on,
Lookin for an actress on my wood I could skeet on,
Mansion on the other hand, live from the mother land,
2 straps on, east side where you rumbling,
Murder, cold blooded murder,
Cold blooded murder,
My money on the line,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for, ain't it？
What people payin paper for？
Caught a nigga slippin for his chain and his wrist watch,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
I can't believe my boo bout to have my baby,
Uh, you out of luck, mercedes truck,
Ducking from the knocks, Elz near Crotona park,
Out of control, now a nigga go control him up,
Shoot outs and move out, ask to break last,
9th floor seats, talkin to the bench players,
Tell the mic baby, it's my city,
Lead the game, hit green house, me and Diddy,
Murder, cold blooded murder,
Cold blooded murder,
My money on the line,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for,
It's what ya all been waitin for, ain't it？
What people payin paper for？
2.Trap House
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Bryan Williams／William Roberts／Orlando Jahlil
Tucker
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Bryan Williams／William Roberts／Orlando Jahlil
Tucker
Askin bout me in the trap, hustler
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
What the business is？ Stay up out of mine
What the business is？ Stay up out of mine
They talkin bout me in the trap, house, you heard
They askin bout me in the trap house
Trap house, hah
Trap house, hah
Niggas mad and I went and got my Visa
30 on my wrist, had that on my sleever
3.Ain't Worried About Nothin
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／RICHARD PRESTON BUTLER JR／Earl Hood／Eric
Goudy II
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／RICHARD PRESTON BUTLER JR／Earl Hood／Eric
Goudy II
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Brown bag with that work, strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me, molly and Aquifina
Money don't mean nothing, niggas don't feel you when they see
you
My whole 'hood love me, but now a nigga wanna touch me
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round through East Tremont
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' 'round with that Nina
Ridin' 'round with that AK, that HK, that SK
That beam on the scope
Window down, blowin' smoke
Niggas frontin be broke
Try shit 'round me, gon' get smoked
That gun automatic, my car automatic
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Money don't mean nothin' (nada), bitches don't mean nothin'
(nada)
Come here with your hand out, nigga I don't owe you nothin'
(nana)
I'm ridin' round with that work, Max lost trial I'm hurt
I'll ride through Mott Haven, I'll ride through Castle Hill
You know that Coupe half a million, fuck how niggas feel
Cause I ain't really worried 'bout nothin', my niggas ain't
worried 'bout nothin'
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
4.Paranoid
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Nayvadius Wilburn／Tyree Pittman
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Nayvadius Wilburn／Tyree Pittman
I've been so, I've been so paranoid
I hear these niggas tryna front with me
For real shit, I know I got enemies
I can
5.When I Want
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Danny Schofield
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Danny Schofield
I got bricks on Arizona
Hundred whips in very corner
Bad bitch in Taiwan
When I want I throw one stack
When I want I hit the dealer
When I want I blow one back
When I want I blow a mill
When I want we poppin bottles
When I want them niggas whilin
When I want that people near
When I want them niggas pilin
Man I just go
6.Fuck What Happens Tonight
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／KHALED BIN ABDUL KHALED／David Constantine
Brooks／Brad Jordan／Anthony Tucker／JOSEPH B. JEFFERSON／Charles B.
Simmons／Antoine McColister／Calvin Broadus
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／KHALED BIN ABDUL KHALED／David Constantine
Brooks／Brad Jordan／Anthony Tucker／JOSEPH B. JEFFERSON／Charles B.
Simmons／Antoine McColister／Calvin Broadus
Fuck all that ho shit
Fuck all you fuck boys
Bitch, we're real hustlers
Get money...
It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz
I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me
It was murder she wrote, your name in blood
When the love's gone, your eyes diluted full of blood
Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9／11 dial tone
You want it all, die alone
A war's going on nobody's safe from
Now we're talking to the judge when your day come
Like it was hard not to kill these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas
Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
While I'm strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing
Diluted with blood in my eyes
Like a stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive, nigga
Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight
Put it on mom with that clip on my back, I loaded it twice
Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
Playing with mine, you niggas could get it including your wife
Isn't life a motherfucker？
Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, own a hundred if we're talking numbers
Riders' fucking with mobsters
Niggas want beef？ Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up your mama
Bang bang, bless them father
Passed beside him, rest aside a lake
That's swimming with snakes inside
Look at my eyes, I hate disguises
Knife or gun, I compromise it
Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me
Nigga, until then...
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
Don't piss the lion cause you'll get dropped on the spot
Lick shot, drip drop over the soil
Pot's hot until it boils
To this Crip shit, I'm loyal
Dip with us, ride with us, lie with us, sleep with us
Sit with us, fuck with us, babble bitch's better get with us
She likes the French tip nails that I wear
And how I'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah
You got truth, now the truth is to dare
Blue bandana, it's me and Montana
At the Tropicana with Tanehsa, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah
Nicknames for my blammer
The smell of blood in the bathroom
Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds
I told this nigga I was coming back
Pussy must not have heard when I told him that
Nigga, it's eye for an eye
A life for a life, a body for a price
I want to smell his last breath took
And look him in the eyes and make for sure he knows how death
looks
Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
Overkilling, it ain't no coming back from it
Then walked away with a demeanour like I just done it
Something evil this way's coming
For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished
7.Gifted
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Abel Tesfaye／Ahmad Balshe／AMIR
ESMAILIAN／Danny Schofield
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Abel Tesfaye／Ahmad Balshe／AMIR
ESMAILIAN／Danny Schofield
Something I know
'Cause you've been in love to give it up
There ain't nothing, now we're groupie love
You're the only one I notice
It's really hard for me to focus, yea
'Cause my body's so numb
All I do is kill pain
All I do is smoke loud
But you niggas a shame
I be rollin all day, mix it in the champagne
8.Ballin Out
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／JEREMIH P FELTON／Carlos Coleman／Carl
McCormick
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／JEREMIH P FELTON／Carlos Coleman／Carl
McCormick
I got tats all on my arm
Blocks and rocks in the Benz
Forgiatos and rings
9.I Told Em
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／JEFFERY OLIVER ROBINSON
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／JEFFERY OLIVER ROBINSON
All we do is flex
On that stand Raris bitch, watch that money stretch
Never knew nothing, I'm stuntin 'cause I'm on
Prolly turned around then your ass knew where I'm gone
I told em
Pop ones and these drinks
Stunt away from these hoes
Stunt away from these niggas
Stunt away from these hoes
10.Pop That Explicit Version
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Robert Ross／Aubrey Graham／Wayne
Carter／Anthony L. Norris／Luther Campbell
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Robert Ross／Aubrey Graham／Wayne
Carter／Anthony L. Norris／Luther Campbell
Drop that pussy bitch
I'm some young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
(Drop that pussy bitch)
What you twerkin' with？
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin' with
Throw it, buss it open
Show me what you twerkin with
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning thats a rock
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
30 chains on my collar
2 drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
3 Benz I'm on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen it, got it, that pussy soaking
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I'm that nigga
Talkin four door Bugatti
I'm the life of the party lets get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Feel me, feel me
This bitch want me to film it
Ballin', ballin' like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats 50, 100, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitchs too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em like a rabbit
Sorry thats a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish
I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It's good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain't like you can take it with you
It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit
right now
Dropped 'Take Care', bought a muthafuckin' crib
And I'm picking up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's Mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's playa shit
We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man, fuck you and your time difference
I'm young Papi, champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you'd owe me change, ah!
Greystone, 20 bottles that's on me
On the couches, wildin' out
Yelling free my niggas 'till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a
plan B
Biiiitch, Stop talkin' that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone
That's gangsta Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like bone
Talkin' bout Bone, bone, bone, bone
I'm fucking wit' French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like 2 eyelids
YMCM-beat that pussy up
Stop playin', I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands
I'mma beast, I'm off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my pro-active shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I would twist you like a rubix
Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick hoe
I'm 5 5 but I could 6-9
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana, fuck joe
It's Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's Truk the world
It's Truk yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biaaaatch
11.Freaks Explicit Version
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Onika Tanya Maraj／RICHARD PRESTON BUTLER
JR／Earl Hood／Eric Goudy II／Douglas L. Davis／Quame Riley／Everton
Bonner／Sly Dunbar／John Christopher Taylor／Lloyd Oliver Willis
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Onika Tanya Maraj／RICHARD PRESTON BUTLER
JR／Earl Hood／Eric Goudy II／Douglas L. Davis／Quame Riley／Everton
Bonner／Sly Dunbar／John Christopher Taylor／Lloyd Oliver Willis
Freaks, I'm gonna freak like a .. im gonna (x4)
Lights up the fire
You know we get higher
Rollin' up loud real niggas move a choir
Like it then I buy it
You donkeys on a diet
Bring all my jewels you know I start a riot
Ridin' with the bliquor
Messin' up her make up
You blowin' up her phone
She aint trying to pick up
Drinkin out the bottle
I'm leanin' with a model
I throw a hundred racks up
You think I hit the lotto
Ridin' with the wolves I aint talkin Minnesota
Shorty coming over
Gon' bend it over
Let me play Conan
Put a drink on it
Heard you a Freak
Put my name on it (Montana)
This girl Tammy said she order
She want to give it to me out the door
This girl fuckin' like she know me
She backed it up and she tipped out her toes
He said he met this little girl by the name of Anicka
When my body she up all the boys wanna freak her
Brotherly boss they be doin' the most ifa
Look at his friend who be grippin the toaster
I took him to the crib to kill him with it
Put my legs behind my head hit the ceiling with it
When I put it in his mouth I couldn't believe it
He looked me in my eyes and said he wanna breed it
I sapasa
You aint got no wins in mi casa
Big fat pussy Mufusta
Hit up naked, hit. new neakers hit up plaza
Some of them say gully
Some of them say buzza
Where my bad bitches at？
Where my bad btiches at？
Pretty gang make noise
Pretty gang make noise
Pretty gang at the fucka at the at the fucka
Where my bad bitches at？
Where my bad bitches at？
Rude girls make noise
Rude girls make noise
Rude girl act fucked up act act the fuck up
Act the fuck up, act act the fuck up
I come through like I mean numb Nicki
I came through South side Jamaica Queen bitch
And everyboody know you are my ..
I come through like, I mean not French
I came through South Bronx like its league bitch
Everybody know you on my dick
Montana, Haaa
12.We Go Where Ever We Want
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Shaffer Chimere Smith／Corey Woods／ANDERSON
HERNANDEZ／ALLEN RITTER／Robert Diggs
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Shaffer Chimere Smith／Corey Woods／ANDERSON
HERNANDEZ／ALLEN RITTER／Robert Diggs
It's the original bad boy gang nigga
Check this out
Diamond rings, gold chains like a dope dealer
Small quarter playin 3 quarter chinchilla
Gold chains on them boys, front row center
Niggas buyin cars, we buy the whole dealer
We buy the whole plane, why them hoes playin with us
Hundred chains, all the bad hoes came with us
Shawty held me down, wanna be below me
Ghost face, right hand, eagle on it
My brother keep a
13.Bust It Open
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／AUSTIN WOOLRIDGE／BRANDON HUGGINS／LUTHER
RODERICK CAMPBELL／Harry Wayne Casey／Rick Finch
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／AUSTIN WOOLRIDGE／BRANDON HUGGINS／LUTHER
RODERICK CAMPBELL／Harry Wayne Casey／Rick Finch
Bust it open, Bust it open
Bust it open, Bust it open
Bust it open, Bust it open
Bust it open, Bust it open
Bust it open, Bust it open
Bust it open, Bust it open
Bust it open, Bust it open
Bust it open, Bust it open
Where yo pussy？ Hah？
Bust it open hah
Boojy pullin, bust it open
Bitch let us in, let us in
Bust it open, Bust it open
Cop them bricks, cop them bricks
Bust it open, Bust it open
Go and bust it open for a real nigga
14.Drink Freely
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／RICHARD PRESTON BUTLER JR／Pierre Medor
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／RICHARD PRESTON BUTLER JR／Pierre Medor
And holla every time you need me
Baby you should enjoy yourself
Bossed up, need no help
They said fly girls have mo fur
Get wasted like we on the run
First we took the party out
Then I turned Shawty out
Little pink car, put you where he's bout to hit you
I be Rostein, you could be my ginger, Montana
Shawty cash out, I don't sell dreams
You got a V
15.Throw It In The Bag
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／LIONEL PICKENS／Kevin Randolph／MATHANGI
APULPRAGASM／Dave Taylor／CHRISTOPHER WILLIAM MERCER
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／LIONEL PICKENS／Kevin Randolph／MATHANGI
APULPRAGASM／Dave Taylor／CHRISTOPHER WILLIAM MERCER
16.Marble Floors Explicit Version
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Tauheed Epps／Wayne Carter／William
Roberts／Michael Williams
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Tauheed Epps／Wayne Carter／William
Roberts／Michael Williams
So I let this bitch hang out with me right
So I let this bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me like You fuckin my bitch- Im like im
fuckin her right now
Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls
Told that bitch take your shoes off look dont even argue
Got your bitch tip-toeing on Italian Marble
They on that bad back,too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
Big body got 10 of those
Cars,cribs thats ？ hoes
Nine piece thats dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centerfold
Hunnid on my shine
You dont like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
Cashing out with that nina
Ten days you ain't seen her
She ask for it, I beat it
You greedy nigga you eat it
These ？ niggas all on my dick
Princess Cuts all in my wrist
Hundred rounds all in my hip
200 grand all in my whip
Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls
Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call it undercover,or pig in the blanket
Uh,lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin on them bitches like Birdman
Roll the weed in white sheets,Ku Klux Klan
Put it on the scale,watch it do numbers
Playin with them keys like Stevie Wonder
All my hoes pretty,all my niggas Brazy
We sell that white,sell that brown,call it rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee or dont call me at all
Man fuck all you niggas,PAUSE
Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls
2 Chainz, thats yo best answer
Cup filled with pink,im supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool,jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money ima need a money counter
So many acres ,my neighbors stay in another county
Ted Dibiase in Versace loafers
All you talk is shit nigga Holitosis, ghosts
I pulled up in that pale thang
Got a Chanel chain,im talkin Chanel chain,im talkin Chanel
chain,im talking Chanel chain
GODAMN!
Got ya bitch tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smellin like they dinner rolls
17.Ocho Cinco Explicit Version
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Sean Combs／Jermaine Denny／Richard
Baker／Carlos Coleman／Tyree Pittman／Rob Holladay
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Sean Combs／Jermaine Denny／Richard
Baker／Carlos Coleman／Tyree Pittman／Rob Holladay
{Intro}
O.B.G Nigga
Haanh, Los
Orginal Bad Boy Game
What They Talking 'Bout
(Coke Boys)
Hear Them Niggas Talking, What They Talkin' 'Bout
(What They Talkin' 'Bout, Montana)
Hear A Lot'A Niggas What They Talkin' 'Bout
(We Gonna Start Throwing These Aside Every Week)
{Hook}
I See'em Man, Niggas From The Side Watching, Haanh
Gotta Hundred Grand In My Side Pocket
A The Hustlers Love It
You Know I Speak The Lingo
Told That Bitch Give Me Head
Ocho Cinco (Ocho Cinco 3X)
Told That Bitch Give Me Head
Ocho Cinco, Haanh
{French Montana}
Face Down, Ass Up
Pull Up In That Spaceship With That Top Down
Bitch Pass Out, Chain Light Up They Blackout (Bling)
Im Like Haanh, Ocho Cinco, Thats A Head Banger
I See A Bitch Lookin' Thirsty, Told Her Gon' Drink Up
I Head Hunt, That New Nigga, And What
Shorty Got That Ocho Good Head,
And Butt Im Like (Coke Boy Baby) Haanh (Let's Go)
All I got For Bitches Is Pipe Water, I ' Da Came Up Off Night
Order
{MGK}
Look, MGK, Give My Head 'Til My Legs Shake (Burrahh)
She Give Me The Brain, But That Doesn't Explain Why These Lames
Be Lovin' And Cuffin' These Bitches I Don't Know Shit About 'Em
But They Head Shake (Haanh) Fuck That Pussy 'Til Her Legs Break
Bustin' , Got A Dirty Dozen Of Them Wild Thangs Waiting In The
Room Like An Egg Crate
Uhh, B. A. D., Boy, Ho,
And I Got B. A. D., Bitches For My Boys, So
Treat Them Like Royal, Serving, Black Suburban
Swervin' Through The Hood Getting Head Like Turban
Any Job A Good Job,
So, She Get A Blowjob
Suckin' It From Nine to Five That Bitch Workin'
Kells
{Los}
Man I Say Pimps Up, Hoes Down
I Say That To Say That I Only Recognize Bitches With They Lips
Up, Or From The Nose Down
I Tell Her Nose Dive Then Go Down (Woop 5X; Let's Go)
Bitch, Im Cold As Ice Water (Ice Water; Water 3X)
Put Dick Way Down Yo Throat Until Yo Eyes Water
Oh, Lemme Get That For Ya, Lil' Mama Cause You Workin' (Workin')
They Way You Twerkin', You Could Fuck Around And Get A Birkin'
She Like To Crack The Dutch Down The Middle
Drop Her Purpin', Let Me Fuck Her In The Telly
Screaming Open Up The Curtains
Like (Don't Stop, Pop That, Pop That)
You Know French Cuts, She Got On French Cuts
I Don't French Kiss, I Let My Friends Cut
Me And Red In An All Red Benz Truck
{Red Cafe}
I, I, I, I Told French, I Told Los
I Get Good Head While Im Chauffeured
Mama Told Me Get A Nice Girl With A Good Head On Her Shoulders
Shake Down (Shake Down)
Came Up On Them Back Blocks
Her Face On My Belt-Buckle, Thats What I Call Lap Top
Side Niggas From The Side Watching
Guess They Got A Side View
Puff Got Me In His Penthouse Thats My View,
Thats My Crew, They Shinin'
She Only Came So She Could Come Boss
And Her FIrst Choice Was The Number One Boss (Yeah, Boss)
Niggas From The Side Watchin'
(Aye Yo, Yo Fuck That Choreo)
Gotta Hundred Grand In My Side Pocket
(Hold On Wit' That Choreo, Stop The Music,
Let Me Get Some Of This Shit, Check This Out Man,
Woop, Check This Out 2X)
{P Diddy}
Yo, Bitch, Im A Motherfucking Livin' Legend
Im 'Bout To Send These Niggas Through They Fifth Depression
In My Absenses Niggas Speaking Silly
I Could Stand On A Mountain,
And The Streets Will Feel Me
(Can You Feel 3X)
Feel The Rush Of That BAD Boy
O. B. G. And That O. G.
Don't O.D. Cause That Bad Boy
(Bad Boy 2X)
She Feel Royal When 'Round 'Dis (Haanh)
King Combs, Now Gimme Crown, Bitch (Biotch, Haanh)
Ocho Cinco, Haanh, Coke Boys, Baby
18.40
Lyricist：Karim Kharbouch／Tremaine Aldon Neverson／John David
Jackson／Lexus Arnel Lewis
Writer(s)：Karim Kharbouch／Tremaine Aldon Neverson／John David
Jackson／Lexus Arnel Lewis
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