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  • White Iverson; Song by Post Malone

    Double OT
    I’m a new three

    Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
    I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, oh-ooh (swaggin’)
    I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you (swish, ooh, ayy)
    Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
    That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
    Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my f- pay

    I got me some braids and I got me some –
    Started rockin’ the sleeve, I can’t ball with no Joes (ball with no Joes)
    You know how I do it, Concords on my toes
    (This shit is hard) ooh
    I ain’t rich yet, but you know I ain’t broke, I
    So, if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, I (store, I)
    I’m with some white girls and they lovin’ the – (they lovin’) like they OT

    Double OT like I’m KD, smokin’ OG (smokin’ OG)
    And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth (and my gold teeth)
    I’m smiling, b- you see me from the nosebleeds (nosebleeds)
    I’m the new three, and I change out to my new 3s (to my new 3s)
    White Iverson, when I started ballin’, I was young
    You gon’ think about me when I’m gone
    I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

    Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
    I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, oh-ooh
    I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
    Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
    That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
    Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my f- pay

    Ooh, Stoney
    Cigarettes and a headband
    Commas, commas in my head, man
    Slumped over like a dead man
    Red and black, ’bout my bread, man
    I’m the answer, never question
    Lace up, learn a lesson

    Bitch, I’m saucin’ (wow), I do this often, don’t do no talkin’ (no)
    My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans (ooh)
    I’m ballin’, money jumpin’ like I’m Davis from New Orleans
    Or -, I’m Harden, I don’t miss nothin’
    Practice, this shit just happens, know y’all can’t stand it (ayy)
    I have it, I never pass it, I work my magic
    High average, ball on these -, it makes me happy
    It’s tragic, I make it happen, and all y’all Shaqtin’

    White Iverson
    When I started ballin’, I was young
    You gon’ think about me when I’m gone
    I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

    Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
    I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, oh-ooh
    I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
    Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
    That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
    Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my f- pay

    Ooh, ooh
    Ooh, ooh
    Ooh, ooh
    Ooh, ooh

  • Cold; Song by Post Malone

    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    And it’s over yeah
    Yeah my life so cold and my wrist so froze
    Yeah it’s over yeah
    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    Yeah I die for you
    Yeah my ice so cold, and my wrist on froze
    Yeah I die for you
    Uh oh, oh yeah, oh yeah
    Oh yeah, oh yeah

    Yeah, Stoney he satisfied
    But it don’t bring you closure
    Diamonds my state of mind, I’m drowning in the ocean
    Just stay right where you are and don’t come any closer
    I’m just gon handle mine and just maintain composure
    People they say, learn from mistakes yeah
    We keep your space yeah , but all this pain yeah
    You say you go away yeah, still hit my lane though
    You hurt so bad when you in the wait yeah
    I needed you needed you, so what the fuck do I do?
    I needed you needed you, so what the fuck do I do?

    Oh my God, oh my God (I don’t bullshit no no more)
    Oh my God, oh my God (think about you all the time)
    Oh my God, oh my God (and I don’t care bout my money)
    It’ll never be my goal (nothing coming on my own)

    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    And it’s over yeah
    Yeah my life so cold and my wrist so froze
    Yeah it’s over yeah
    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    Yeah I die for you
    Yeah my ice so cold, and my wrist on froze
    Yeah I’d die for you

    My jewellery on, know you can ice cube
    And all I wanna do is just ignite you
    This Saint Laurent, mama you look nice too
    Can’t hold my tongue, don’t gather hearts too
    Remember when I fell in love? I just came up a load
    Remember aim 3 [?], told that bad bitch to get on my velour
    Hey, don’t have much to do yeah, everything is ruined
    Ain’t no secret to it, thrown the check like a Nike, I just do it

    Oh my God, oh my God (I don’t bullshit no no more)
    Oh my God, oh my God (think about you all the time)
    Oh my God, oh my God (and I don’t care bout my money)
    It’ll never be my goal (nothing coming on my own)

    Yeah my wrist so cold, and my ice so froze
    And it’s over yeah
    Yeah my life so cold and my wrist so froze
    Yeah it’s over yeah

    Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah

    Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah

  • Leave; Song by Post Malone

    She said, “Love me, ” so I love her
    She said, “Leave me, ” so I left
    Then I went to California
    And I ain’t never comin’ back
    I got a high five from a brother
    I got bloodstains on the bed
    And I ain’t sayin’ that I love her
    But this bitch is gonna drive me mad
    I said this bitch is gonna drive me mad
    (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

    You got just what I been looking for
    But you can’t bring yourself to say no
    And I ain’t never gonna let you go
    I kept wishing I would die, oh
    The whole plane ride home
    And I wish I could
    I know I should leave you alone

    I worship since I met you
    I fell down to my knees
    And when no one would accept ya
    Throw myself up on a cross and bleed
    I seen a dark cloud coming over
    I seen some evil shit in her head
    But she rode me like no other
    But this bitch is gonna drive me mad
    I said this bitch is gonna drive me mad
    (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

    You got just what I been looking for
    But you can’t bring yourself to say no
    And I ain’t never gonna let you go
    I kept wishing I would die, oh
    The whole plane ride home
    And I wish I could
    I know I should leave you alone

    You got just what I been looking for
    But you can’t bring yourself to say no
    And I ain’t never gonna let you go
    I kept wishing I would die, oh
    The whole plane ride home
    And I wish I could
    I know I should leave you alone

  • Big Lie; Song by Post Malone

    I know, I know
    I know, I know

    Run it up, run it up
    Count it up, count it up
    95 in my cup, nicotine in my blood
    Go run it, run it, count it, count it
    Go show me something, ey
    Go chuck in that shit, keep on barkin’ li’l bitch
    Bitches tryn’ get lit, ey
    Rosé poppin’ with the Balmain on me and they keep on callin’
    And they know I don’t answer my cell
    No I don’t know your mama I got so much commas
    Girl you know I’m only into myself

    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you got the shit you don’t got
    Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you flexin’ that’s a big lie
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you flexin’ that’s a big lie

    Valet the park on the whip, the Caddy the 76
    My woman gon’ box on a bitch, they don’t want no part in that shit
    I got my money jumpin’ I’m part of ballin’ on Fade
    Did it while shit came you can see that shit on replay
    I just drop the top and I pull up to you party
    I just grab a Bud then I pop the top on your boy they woulda’

    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah
    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you got the shit you don’t got
    Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah yeah

    And I know who we are yeah, and I know that we ballin’
    When you wanna get this money, I don’t want your bitch just know it

    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line
    And you know that I’ma get mine, yeah yeah

    Say you flexin’ that’s a big lie, say you got the shit you don’t got
    Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah yeah

    And I know who we are yeah, and I know that we ballin’
    When you wanna get this money, I don’t want your bitch just know it

    I know, I know
    I know, I know
    I know, I know
    I know, I know

  • Broken Whiskey Glass; Song by Post Malone

    I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass
    I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass
    Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin’ back
    So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass
    And I won’t go on, like a highway to hell
    Going too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel
    And I woke up and my room’s fuckin’ trashed like a damn hotel
    Where I go next, now, only time will tell

    Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

    I done spent some time chasin’ women that don’t give a shit
    I done learned my lessons and I ain’t never gon’ forget
    Started callin’ this shit, started ballin’ and shit, started flickin’ that wrist
    They ain’t never listened now I’m makin’ them hits so I’m fuckin’ your bitch
    No it ain’t nothin’ fickle for me to forget that you ever exist
    Bet you ‘member my name when I pull up and dab with that, doesn’t exist, skrrr
    Spill lean on supreme last saturday, let that shit splash, motherfucker talk saucey
    Pass me the drugs, motherfucker let me shine
    At the white house, call my homie joe biden, he flyin’ out weed
    Smokin’ my dope, beggin’ that that be the code
    Man, don’t be silly, that shit you rockin’ is old
    Like it’s been years since you been to the store
    Feel I need milly but I ain’t from Philly
    I’m poppin’ a wheelie, I show off my grillie
    I do this for real-y and for my family
    Some shade every night, man, it’s all so familiar
    The bitches they killin’ me
    Like, bitch are you kiddin’ me?
    Ballin’, that shit, that shit killin’ me
    You can’t get rid of me
    Now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry

    Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

  • Fortnight (ft Post Malone); Song by Taylor Swift

    I was supposed to be sent away
    But they forgot to come and get me
    I was a functioning alcoholic
    ‘Til nobody noticed my new aesthetic
    All of this to say I hope you’re okay
    But you’re the reason
    And no one here’s to blame
    But what about your quiet treason?

    And for a fortnight there, we were forever
    Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather
    Now you’re in my backyard, turned into good neighbors
    Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her

    All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February
    I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary
    And I love you, it’s ruining my life
    (I love you, it’s ruining my life)
    I touched you for only a fortnight
    (I touched you) but I touched you

    And for a fortnight there, we were forever
    Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather
    Now you’re in my backyard, turned into good neighbors
    Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her
    And for a fortnight there, we were together
    Run into you sometimes, comment on my sweater
    Now you’re at the mailbox, turned into good neighbors
    My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him

    I love you, it’s ruining my life
    (I love you, it’s ruining my life)
    I touched you for only a fortnight
    (I touched you) I touched you
    I love you, it’s ruining my life
    (I love you, it’s ruining my life)
    I touched you for only a fortnight
    (I touched you) I touched you

    Thought of callin’ ya, but you won’t pick up
    ‘Nother fortnight lost in America
    Move to Florida, buy the car you want
    But it won’t start up ’til you touch, touch, touch me
    Thought of calling ya, but you won’t pick up
    ‘Nother fortnight lost in America
    Move to Florida, buy the car you want
    But it won’t start up ’til I touch, touch, touch you

  • I Had Some Help; Song by Post Malone

    You got a lotta nerve, don’t you, baby?
    I only hit the curb ’cause you made me
    You’re tellin’ all your friends that I’m crazy
    Like I’m the only one

    Why’d you throw them stones, if you
    Had a wild hair of your own or two?
    Livin’ in your big glass house with a view
    I thought you knew

    I had some help
    It ain’t like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
    Don’t act like you ain’t help me pull that bottle off the shelf
    Been deep in every weekend if you couldn’t tell
    They say teamwork makes the dream work
    Hell, I had some help (help)

    You thought I’d take the blame for us a-crumblin’
    Go ’round like you ain’t guilty of somethin’
    Already lost the game that you been runnin’
    Guess it’s catchin’ up to you, huh

    You think that you’re so innocent
    After all the shit you did
    I ain’t an angel, you ain’t heaven-sent
    Can’t wash our hands of this

    I had some help
    It ain’t like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
    Don’t act like you ain’t help me pull that bottle off the shelf
    Been deep in every weekend if you couldn’t tell
    They say, “Teamwork makes the dream work”
    Hell, I had some help (help)

    It takes two to break a heart in two, ooh
    Baby, you blame me and, baby, I blame you
    Aw, if that ain’t truth (oh)

    I had some help
    It ain’t like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
    Don’t act like you ain’t help me pull that bottle off the shelf
    Been deep in every weekend if you couldn’t tell
    They say teamwork makes the dream work
    Hell, I had some help (help)

  • Rockstar (ft. 21 Savage); Song by Post Malone

    Tank God
    Ayy (ayy)

    I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
    All my brothers got that gas
    And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (mm)
    Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
    And show up, man, them the shottas
    When my homies pull up on your block
    They make that thing go grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow), ayy, ayy

    Switch my whip, came back in black
    I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott, ” ayy
    Close that door, we blowin’ smoke
    She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison, ayy
    Act a fool on stage
    Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car, ayy
    Shit was legendary
    Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

    Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’
    Don’t give a damn, dude, your girlfriend is a groupie
    She just tryna get in
    Sayin’, “I’m with the band”
    Ayy, ayy
    Now she actin’ outta pocket
    Tryna grab up on my pants, hundred bitches in my trailer
    Say they ain’t got a man
    And they all brought a friend
    Yeah, ayy (ayy, ayy)

    I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
    All my brothers got that gas
    And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (mm)
    Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
    And show up, man, them the shottas
    When my homies pull up on your block
    They make that thing go grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

    I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
    Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
    Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
    And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
    Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
    And now she screamin’ out, “No más!” (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    They like, “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
    And you only got six cars?” (21)

    I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (Kiss that)
    Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (bitch)
    Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
    L.A. bitches always askin’, “Where the Coke at?” (21, 21)
    Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
    Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
    I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard?
    Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar (ayy)

    I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
    Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
    All my brothers got that gas
    And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
    And show up, man, them the shottas (uh)
    When my homies pull up on your block
    They make that thing go grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, grah-ta-ta-ta-ta)

    ‘Star, ‘star
    Rockstar
    Rockstar (rockstar)
    Rockstar, feel just like a-
    Rockstar (rockstar)
    Rockstar, yeah (feel just like a-)

  • Up There; Song by Post Malone

    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

    When I took a ride in the dead of night
    Told myself that everything was okay
    Try to understand how you standin’ over me
    Girl, it’s drivin’ me crazy
    Yeah, it’s freezin’ fuckin’ cold in the dead of night
    The only heat, it come from the ashtray
    I might as well get high as hell and just keep actin’ like
    Everything doesn’t phase me

    Yeah, take me all the way to the top, baby
    Don’t even if I tell you to stop, baby
    Take me all the way to the sky, baby, baby

    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Actin’ like I got it all figured out
    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Must be better than the hell on the ground

    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

    It’s freezin’ fuckin’ cold in the dead of night
    And I’ma drop the top with no Rogaine (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
    And now might sound irrelevant but I prefer to stack my chips
    When everything fallin’ (backwoods)
    And I ain’t religious but I look into the sky
    And pray to anyone holy
    I been drinkin’ way too much and man I got the blues
    Because my baby don’t hold me

    Yeah, take me all the way to the top, baby
    Don’t even if I tell you to stop, baby
    Take me all the way to the sky, baby, baby

    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Actin’ like I got it all figured out
    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Must be better than the hell on the ground
    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Actin’ like I got it all figured out
    I wanna go up there
    And I don’t ever wanna come down
    I wanna see what’s up there
    Must be better than the hell on the ground

  • Congratulations (ft. Quavo); Song by Post Malone

    Mm-mmm
    Yeah, yeah
    Mm-mmm
    Yeah

    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    They was never friendly, yeah
    Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
    And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
    But I know I had to have it, yeah
    For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
    I be itching like a addict, yeah
    I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
    But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
    Everyone wanna act like they important
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    But all that mean nothing when I saw my dog
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everyone counting on me, drop the ball
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everything costing like I’m at the bottom, yeah, yeah
    If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
    How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
    Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
    Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    I was patient, yeah, oh
    I was patient, aye, oh
    Now I can scream that we made it
    Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
    Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
    I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
    I’m looking for someone to call, baby
    But right now, I got a situation
    Nothing but old Ben-Ben Franklins
    Big rings, champagne
    My life is like a ball game
    But instead, I’m in the trap though
    Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
    Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
    Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
    Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
    You know what I’m on, aye
    Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey

  • No Option; Song by Post Malone

    Hoe, I’m so clean and motherfuckers just talkin’
    Show up at the spot and now everyone
    They all watchin’
    Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit
    You leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

    Everybody asking “Post, when is the album droppin’?”
    Ever since the very first day at it, I been poppin’
    Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit
    You leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

    Ooh, swingin’ in a four-door
    Now they takin’ photos
    Bottles, we need more of those, ooh
    Say she been to every show
    And even an award
    And she always be in front row, oh yeah

    Everything that I worked for
    Waited so long to get on
    The Caddy just sits on the chrome
    I swang through on dubs on the four
    Baby wanna get in this S-Class
    Little mama, she just wanna go fast

    You know, baby, you don’t get a free pass
    So I told her “Ass, gas or grass”
    Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin’
    Gotta have perfect timin’ when I’m ridin’
    Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
    Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah

    Hoe, I’m so clean and motherfuckers just talkin’
    Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin’
    Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit
    You leave me with no option, yeah, yeah
    Now she hoppin’ in a old-school

    Swimmin’ in the carpool
    Everything is all cool, ooh
    Yeah she told me not to tell
    ‘Bout the rumors that I heard
    She said, “Everything was all true”
    Baby wanna get in this S-Class
    Little mama, she just wanna go fast

    You know, baby, you don’t get a free pass
    So I told her “Ass, gas or grass”
    Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin’
    Gotta have perfect timin’ when I’m ridin’
    Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage

    Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah
    Just me and lil’ mama, yeah
    Ridin’ around LA
    Just me and lil’ mama, yeah
    We run the city, yeah
    Baby wanna get in this S-Class
    Little mama, she just wanna go fast

    You know baby you don’t get a free pass
    So I told her ass, gas on grass
    Rolex with the diamonds keep me shining
    Gotta have perfect timin’ when I’m ridin’
    Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
    Oh oh

    So come hop in the coupe
    What do you wanna do?
    Put that dime in my coupe
    With the gold on my tooth, oh yeah

  • Deja Vu (ft Justin Bieber); Song by Post Malone

    ‘Cause I can’t take it no more
    No, you ain’t like them bitches
    Tell them hoes, “Adios”
    And you can drop your panties
    Leave them shits at the door
    Dior falls on the floor
    I swear we been here before

    I’m tryna see you from my own perspective
    You all in my section tryna come to my session
    We runnin’ a pressure, you know that we flexin’
    We bought all the bottles, we came with the models
    Girl, this a confession, I’m not like your exes
    I came in from Texas, and now that we textin’
    You can fly in whenever, now you undressin’
    Panties on the dresser, your hair gettin’ messed up
    The feelin’ we catchin’, my love is a blessin’
    Made love in that Lexus, made love in that Lexus
    I know you remember (I know you remember)

    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, it ain’t nothing new, no
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, this ain’t nothing new, ooh

    Oh, you actin’ reckless
    I told you that I need affection
    So let me point you in the right direction
    It’s so important that you get the message
    Yeah
    Yeah, I gotta say, gotta say somethin’ to you, you, you
    I’m on a roll, I’m gonna roll out in that new, new, new
    If you wanna do what I wanna do
    Well, mm-mm-mm
    Well, I guess that it’s just deja vu

    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, it ain’t nothing new, no
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, this ain’t nothing new, ooh

    Tell me if you want it, baby
    ‘Cause I know I can drive you crazy
    I just wanted you to know now
    Oh-oh, oh-oh
    Show up in that new Mercedes
    You already know I’m faded
    Girl, I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you lately
    Oh-oh, oh-oh

    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, it ain’t nothing new, no
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause you want me and I want you (ooh-ooh)
    Tell me is that deja vu? (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause baby, this ain’t nothing new, ooh

    ‘Cause I can’t take it no more
    No, you ain’t like them bitches
    Tell them hoes, “Adios”
    And you can drop your panties
    Leave them shits at the door
    Dior falls on the floor
    I swear we been here before

  • Big Lie; Song by Post Malone

  • Feel (ft. Kehlani); Song by Post Malone

    She talking that noise, take her loving with the dawn
    Always talkin’ on the phone
    After we fuck in the morn’
    She wake up, she wearin’ my clothes
    She always be callin’ my phone
    She always be stealin’ my clothes, yeah
    Askin’ me how does it feel
    When you know you could buy out the store, yeah
    Yeah, I’m bringin’ that down to the floor
    I’m droppin’ the foreign in foreign
    Hey, I came a long way on my own, ayy
    I’m doin’ this shit on my own, ayy
    I don’t give a fuck what I’m told, ayy
    I came a long way on my own, ayy
    Now her pussy made out of gold, ayy
    I swear her pussy all in my soul, ayy
    She got that soldier
    Four days a hundred thousand
    Forever like a diamond
    She bring me back to life, yeah
    I’m so fly I’m martian
    Quit talkin’ all that nonsense
    I’m just tryna fuck you ’til you don’t know nothing

    I cross my t’s and dot my i’s yeah I’m for real (yeah, I’m for real)
    He hold me down (she hold me down)
    That’s my shit (that’s my shit)
    He buy whatever, he know the drill (know the drill)
    Don’t need no pill (no pill, no)
    He whispered in my ear and told me feel, feel, feel, oh, oh, oh

    He love that I say what I feel
    He feel what I say ’cause it’s real
    You couldn’t forget, I never changed up on my set
    And I only make calls to collect, that’s why we connect
    We can go half on a jet, baby we on to the next
    Fuck all the stress
    Fuckin’ with bitches who’s new to the game when you got you a vet
    I know you like it when I act like I’m still shy
    Then turn around and put that thing in overdrive
    I’m down to ride
    I’ma keep you on my shoulder
    ‘Cause every cold nigga need a bitch that’s ten times colder

    I cross my t’s and dot my i’s yeah I’m for real (yeah, I’m for real)
    He hold me down (she hold me down)
    That’s my shit (that’s my shit)
    He buy whatever, he know the drill (know the drill)
    Don’t need no pill (no pill, no)
    He whispered in my ear and told me feel, feel, feel, oh, oh, oh

    Hey, fuck me ’til I can’t see straight
    Make me think that hoe was a mistake
    I just need to feel you all the time
    Ride hoe, ride hoe, alright, alright, alright

  • Patient; Song by Post Malone

    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    I know my wrist be dancing crazy
    Been on some fly shit lately
    Used to be so damn patient
    But now it’s fuck you, pay me
    Can’t let these motherfuckers phase me
    Never let that money change me
    Ain’t the way my mama raised me
    Don’t mean to brag but can you blame me?

    200k and VVS, yellow diamonds
    They wanna run up but they won’t ever find me
    Sleep right next to the F&N, motherfucker the government
    Shut down all the plottin’
    One hundred bands on my body
    Fuck with them boys, touch a body
    Lil mama just want my pocket
    ‘Rari take off like a rocket
    Hold up, you too close (too close)
    I don’t know, I don’t know ya
    Had to run it, run it up
    How I will roll, I will roll ya
    It’s like after you pop off
    They all act like they know ya
    And Young Post be like Pablo
    And they all love to blow yeah, yeah

    I know my wrist be dancing crazy
    Been on some fly shit lately
    Used to be so damn patient
    But now it’s fuck you, pay me
    Can’t let these motherfuckers phase me
    Never let that money change me
    Ain’t the way my mama raised me
    Don’t mean to brag but can you blame me?

    Two hundred, swerving, dipping, dodge on the highway
    You may contain me but you won’t ever stop me
    On her way to my residence
    Try message your boo again
    She pullin’ up probably
    Yeah, strally inside of that Benz
    Yeah, come take a tatt on my belly
    Yeah, people acting too friendly man
    They tryna get dividends
    This shit is a problem
    Yeah, you just be talking shit but ain’t ever met me
    DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me
    I know them people but they don’t represent me
    Them wastemen, we gon’ make ’em all pay
    They will never stop the plan
    Eighty jumping off my hand
    Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
    Bust it open
    Holy moly

    I know my wrist be dancing crazy
    Been on some fly shit lately
    Used to be so damn patient
    But now it’s fuck you, pay me
    Can’t let these motherfuckers phase me
    Never let that money change me
    Ain’t the way my mama raised me
    Don’t mean to brag but can you blame me?

    Oh, oh, oh, oh, woahh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, woahh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, woahh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh

  • Circles; Song by Post Malone

    We couldn’t turn around
    ‘Til we were upside down
    I’ll be the bad guy now
    But, no, I ain’t too proud

    I couldn’t be there
    Even when I tried
    You don’t believe it
    We do this every time

    Seasons change and our love went cold
    Feed the flame ’cause we can’t let it go
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away

    I dare you to do something
    I’m waiting on you again
    So I don’t take the blame
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away, run away

    Let go
    I got a feeling that it’s time to let go

    I say so
    I knew that this was doomed from the get-go

    You thought that it was special, special
    But it was just the sex though, the sex though
    And I still hear the echoes (the echoes)
    I got a feeling that it’s time to let it go, let it go

    Seasons change and our love went cold
    Feed the flame ’cause we can’t let it go
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away

    I dare you to do something
    I’m waiting on you again
    So I don’t take the blame
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away, run away

    Maybe you don’t understand what I’m going through
    It’s only me
    What you got to lose?
    Make up your mind, tell me
    What are you gonna do?
    It’s only me
    Let it go

    Seasons change and our love went cold
    Feed the flame ’cause we can’t let it go
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away

    I dare you to do something
    I’m waiting on you again
    So I don’t take the blame
    Run away, but we’re running in circles
    Run away, run away, run away

  • Metro Spider; Young Thug lyrics

    Metro Spider; Young Thug lyrics

    Yeah
    Metro Boomin
    Heroes & Villains, bruh
    Somebody gotta be bad, somebody gotta be good, you feel me?
    Ayy

    Own a label, I gotta get smarter (spider)
    I don’t trust women, so I thank God that I had some daughters
    I’m the youngest but yet I’m richer than every one of my brothers
    I took flawless baguettes and put it on my mama and father
    Lately, I get my pills from a doctor
    Pimpin’ a couple of bitches, they copper
    I done liked that pic, don’t crop it
    You talkin’ about a check, now stop it
    Water slip off my wrist, it’s droppin’ now
    I got a couple baguettes in my pocket
    Big B, I been rockin’ Chanel, just throwin’ up Cs and that’s for Charlie, ha
    Point it out, you know I’ma buy it, ha
    Yeah, I was livin’ my life on a yacht
    I ain’t takin’ my chain off thot
    Like the way that she suckin’ my cock (woo-woo)
    Got some Act’, then let’s go get a pop (let’s go)
    Took the ledge off and went to the stop (let’s go)
    Niggas tried to say I wasn’t hot
    Now they say I don’t belong in this spot

    Metro, Metro, Metro bought me a pink-front bezel
    I put two-tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
    Maybach, gettin’ me some top, meanwhile I flip the channels
    Bigger than the president, now my whole life a scandal, yeah
    Spider, spider, spider, please dismiss these riders, yeah
    Caught up with your wifey, and one night her, ayy
    I put that shit on, I’m a fuckin’ striker
    Yeah, little, little on little, look like a fuckin’ biker (drop)

    Yeah, drop me the top on a Lambo’, know that’s a ‘mando, yeah-yeah
    Whole life still a gamble, mob life feel like Sopranos
    Yeah, Gallery Department, no sandals, and this camo’
    My wrist is a chandelier, no beer over here
    Rock hard without sandals all year
    Better have manners right here, my family right here, nigga
    Both of my parents right here
    Droppin’ my album this year, nobody can spray a nigga
    Both of my bando’s right there
    Know you see the fish-bowl tint and the motor geeked up
    That’s motherfuckin’ cam right there
    Know you see the blunt right there
    Now you playin’ right there, then pull up and just stand right there
    Hunnid bands sittin’ right there, you ain’t gettin’ no smoke
    You arrivin’ for a band right there
    All yo’ opps be facin’, you ran around his place, we ain’t gettin’ yo man right there
    I put the Rolls-Rolls, diamonds to put up my muhfuckin’ nose
    She my sex slave, but she still don’t let me pay though

    Metro, Metro, Metro bought me a pink-front bezel (Metro)
    I put two-tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
    Maybach, gettin’ me some top, meanwhile I flip the channels
    Bigger than the president, now my whole life a scandal, yeah
    Spider, spider, spider, please dismiss these riders, yeah
    Caught up with your wifey, and one night her, ayy
    I put that shit on, I’m a fuckin’ striker
    Yeah, little, little on little, look like a fuckin’ biker

    I been fresh as hell every time you see me, on sight
    Anything happen, my kids got M’s, so everything alright
    I done got used takin’ pills and bein’ up all night
    Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

  • Power; Young Thug Lyrics

    Power; Young Thug Lyrics

    We got London on da Track

    First, you get that money then you get that power
    If he tune his nose up, boy he on that powder
    Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
    Diamonds boolin’ on my chest, no fuckin’ blouser
    Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
    They won’t know a thing about you if you zip that
    Hit ’em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
    Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (sheesh, sheesh)

    Before I go without a sack, I swag pack (sheesh, sheesh)
    I spoiled my bitch and now she actin’ like a brat (yeah, yeah)
    I met Alex, I know Jimmy, he got racks (skrrt, skrrt)
    Yeah, yeah, bitch I’m bleedin’ like a tat (yeah, yeah)
    Roll it, roll it for me on ya back (roll it, roll it)
    Just for show my diamonds yellow like a taxi (woo, woo)
    I’m a cat, I’ma chase all them pussy rats (argh)
    Yah (argh, argh), pussy nigga better not look back
    Or, or else I’m killin’ ’em, hey, and that’s a fact (sheesh)
    There’s blood all on my Timberlands
    She make a nigga say, “What?” (What?)
    I swear to God she feelin’ ’em
    She sucked like eight dicks, I call her octagon (hey)

    First, you get that money then you get that power
    If he tune his nose up, boy he on that powder
    Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
    Diamonds boolin’ on my chest, no fuckin’ blouser
    Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
    They won’t know a thing about you if you zip that
    Hit ’em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
    Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (sheesh, sheesh)

    Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chickens
    Bitch, I’m rich just like a Simmons, not Lil Diggy
    If I got legs, bitch you know I’m gonna get it
    She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley
    Big bid-ness in that big Bentley, Bentley (What? What?)
    Ridin’ ’round with that semi, ’cause I know these niggas envy (hah)
    Is you mad ’bout Instagram or how I kick my pimpin’? (pimp)
    You keep that Ace of Spades, I’m sippin’
    I’m a rocket, rocket, I can’t stop it, stop it
    I’m a GTV, boy, bitch I’m poppin’, poppin’
    I need coke, need coke like, “Where the fuck is papi?”
    If you try to run off (What?), you know we popped your noggin (pop-pop)

    First, you get that money then you get that power
    If he tune his nose up, boy he on that powder
    Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
    Diamonds boolin’ on my chest, no fuckin’ blouser
    Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
    They won’t know a thing about you if you zip that
    Hit ’em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
    Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh)

  • Bad bad bad; Young thug ft lil Baby

    Bad bad bad; Young thug ft lil Baby

    Wheezy outta here

    Rose gold seat on a fuckin’ helicopter
    Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
    Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
    Let you ride it, know your route, and you’re bad, bad, bad
    No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
    I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
    I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
    And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy

    Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
    Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
    Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
    I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to- uh, yeah
    You my dawg ’til we dead, not a question
    But I can’t fuck with you like I want ’cause you ratted
    Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band’
    And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin’ on her

    Half a million, I just did a warm up for
    Half a million, uh, uh, mm
    I could buy the buildin’
    I could rent this shit out and save it for the children
    I could dead this shit out and give it to the villains
    Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing
    All of the rides got grenade ceilings
    Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million

    Rose gold seat on a fuckin’ helicopter
    Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
    Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
    Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
    No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
    I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
    I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
    And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy

    Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I’m ridin’
    I be in the foreign, I fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
    Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn’t decide which
    Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
    Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
    Streets chose me, I ain’t never had to sign up
    Then we hittin’ bitches in the group, I make ’em line up
    Beep, beep, beep, that’s me, nigga, get back

    Real dope boy, don’t know how to work a CashApp
    How many you got? I’ll send it ‘lone, bring the cash out
    I been sippin’ lean, ’bout to pee ’til I pass out
    Went to sleep ‘partment, woke up in a paradise
    Niggas stealin’ drip but it don’t matter, they don’t wear it right
    They don’t even speak but I can see I got ’em terrified
    Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
    Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night

    Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter
    Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
    Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
    Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
    No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
    I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
    I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
    And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy

    Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
    I ain’t doin’ no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
    We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
    I ain’t goin’ to a house for a meetin’, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
    Pull up in a truck, any season
    Niggas never comin’ out, then we leavin’
    How could nigga take a loss if he leavin’?
    Quickly take off like I’m LeBron