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Wu-Tang Clan – People Say (feat. Redman)

[Intro: sample]
[Verse 1: Method Man]
That’s when my heart turned cold
I’m a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Asshole to turn the product into rock
It’s in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain’t no vacay, [?] become a problem when it’s hot, mayday mayday
But no charge, I’m nutty with the bars that’s a payday
So bruh, this ain’t even a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don’t dab and I don’t nae nae
Got bottles comin’ out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I’m grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
We had dro’ and po’, suckas
Range Rovers flood up the rucka
Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on
[?] green baggies, sellin’ capsules, runnin’ in classrooms
Slick [?] get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a mac with no pump and [one-note?] the Grammy hour
Cold chemists taste the flow
It’s numb meets copper rum, bluntin’ off the get back
Salute me then one, I’m out
Off to the races, my blazes ain’t patient
They want
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section
Like I’m on Vicodin
Fuck with the righteous men, and we fightinen’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
Metals and gear, get [?] medical, that’s incredible
The fliest, the most notorious [?]
Off niggas heads like papayas
Verse 3: Redman]
Before I [prolly?]
Red lightin’ the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti’s
Everybody a voss, sayin that time’s money
Women injections, leave em with [?] bodies
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
Robbin’ old ladies, that’s a product of no home trainin’
I show you the ropes, I’m narrating Al Haymon
I told lighty, if I hate him, Imma violate him
I’m not a shooter, but I know shooters
And if them shooters don’t shoot up
I’ll go suit up, Redman and the W
It’s televised
We ain’t them niggas
Media telling hella lies (fuck you)
This a campfire of a vampire
I don’t sleep, but
Through the amplifier
And every nigga got something to say
I’m like, yeah okay, y’all corny anyway
Doc
[Chorus? Hook?]
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)

Verse 4]
My team hard, makin’ ’em lean hard
You see more riders lined up
Then you see at a theme park
My queen hot, makin’ the scene pop
Routine op, online gangstas
I’m givin’ them screenshots
Hard written lyrics to God, right? What’s the tale, sick as Hell
Christian Bale from the Dark Knight
On sight, foggin’ your fog lights
Your dog’s like

Kodak Black – You Do That Shit (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
Nigga, you do that shit, ayy
Rollin’ that piff, ayy
Put that tool on that chick, ayy
Ya ya ya
[Chorus]
State tried to give me eight, I told em you do that shit
Remember kickin’ doors, I knocked the screws off that bih
Lil’ shawty fucked up bout me, I put that woo on that bih
Ain’t sleepin’ on that money, I won’t snooze on it
Aye, all you niggas pussy, I put some lube on it
When my top drop, they mouth drop like, “Who own it?”
They like, “Who in it?”
They like, “Who he is?”
Heard that nigga wanted beef, I told him you eat it
[Verse]
You can’t book me at no club, nah, I just do arenas
Sniper gang in the buildin’, my whole crew geekin’
Jumped up in the rap shit, gave it a new meanin’
I found out ‘bout my son and he gave me a new reason
I’m hotter than a sauna, but I swear my jewels freezin’
And my shoes bleeding, ya
I might move to Venus, ya
Ball like Gilbert Arenas, ya
Lul’ shawty want my semen, ya
Shawty want my species, ya
Can’t even have my feces, ya
Homie want a feature
I might fuck my teacher, ya
And I love my PO, aye
Getting chip like Frito Lay
Can’t be killing people, aye
I got on Gucci sneakers
No, I can’t be killin’ bitches
Gettin’ blood on my Givenchy’s

[Chorus]
State tried to give me eight, I told em you do that shit
Remember kickin’ doors, I knocked the screws off that bih
Lil’ shawty fucked up bout me, I put that woo on that bih
Ain’t sleepin’ on that money, I won’t snooze on it
Aye, all you niggas pussy, I put some lube on it
When my top drop, they mouth drop like, “Who own it?”
They like, “Who in it?”
They like, “Who he is?”
Heard that nigga wanted beef, I told him you eat it
[Outro]
Aye, like real shit man a nigga…
I can’t be shootin’ niggas, gettin’ blood on my Giuseppe’s and shit
Nigga you do that shit, aye (Sniper Gang)
Woo on that bih, aye
Put that tool on that jit, aye
Ya, ya, ya

Kodak Black – Transportin’ (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just tote it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t fuck with shawty
[Verse 1]
I be booted to the morning, PM to the morning
My lil’ Whoadie want a bag, I’m easier when I’m rolling
Hold up nigga, don’t you owe me? I ain’t catch you out yet
I’m so damn fly, I do not step
Yeah I pop molly and I pop checks
I don’t where I’m goin’, I’m just floatin’
My dawg got gun license but he let me hold it
All these niggas phony, I do not condone it
I be goin’ ham, I do not baloney
It’s a Kodak moment, yeah
Bought it ’cause I wanted it
I be on the corner, yeah
Fuck the law enforcement
Project Baby got no stroller but I keep pushin’
Shawty love for me to choke her when I’m in that pussy

[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just tote it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t fuck with shawty Like I’m in Islands of Adventure how I stay rolling
Try to diss me
I need you six feet
She say she miss me
Then she went and kissed me
Damn, I’m so crispy
Xans got me dizzy
Try me I ain’t shy
I keep that Glizzy
I was [getting bent] (yeah yeah)
[?]
What the lick read? Baby, come and lick me
V12, how I’m ridin’ in the 6 speed
I be ballin’ on you niggas out of this league

[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just tote it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t fuck with shawty
[Verse 2]
Yeah, that Glock got extended like a outlet
Are you out yet? Yeah you owe me, don’t it?

Kodak Black – My Klik (feat. Jackboy & John Wicks) (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
("Plugoz on the beat and I’m killin’ it)
Damn who make this beat, cuz I’m stealin’ it
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flame now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flame, cause now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch
[Verse 1: John Wicks & Kodak Black]
Thinking when I ain’t had shit
They was always pickin’ on my kicks
Catch me in the mall with the shit
Comin’ from the Projects now I’m rich
Remember when I hadn’t hit a lick
Now I’m flashin’ on these niggas, take a pic
Look baby, I ain’t got no time for this
Shawty said she wanna have my chick
All this flavor, I be saucin’ on a bitch
All this flavor, I be droppin’ when I drip
Sniper gang, we mobbin’ in this shit
I’m leakin’ like a faucet on the wrist
That robbin’ put these diamonds on my necklace
You walkin’ while I pull up in the Tesla
I’ma take yo’ lady ‘cuz she special
I keep the pipe, ‘cuz I’ma bust it if there’s pressure

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flame now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch
[Verse 3: Jack Boy & Kodak Black]
Been goin’ hard, think I need to rest up
Been goin’ hard, ’cause really I’m like next up
Ran up that bread, fuck niggas can’t catch up
Run up you dead, we spray you from the neck up
Keep yo’ two cents, you broke, fuck yo’ lecture
Don’t want pressure, my snipers goin’ extra
Don’t you test us, like teachers we give lessons (Yeah, baby)
Cross ’em up, sniper goin’ issa
Hey Jack Boy, this her first time ridin’ in a foreign car
Ay, but she just don’t know that it’s a stolen car
Switch the VIN number, now this shit here mine now
I’m on house arrest, but I still be ridin’ around
And I can’t wife ya up, I can’t be tied down
I put the lighter up, but I can’t put the fire down
Just bought a AP, went lit up my wrist gang
G1 taught me right I got that whip gang
The industry they hit a lick on Biscayne
Fuck the industry I’m in the streets for real mayne
I’d like to stick around niggas say they in the field takin’ pics

[Chorus]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flam now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

Kodak Black – Unexplainable (Project Baby 2 Album)

I’m still the same nigga I’m evolving though
I kept goin’ back to jail like a revolving door
A nigga steady seeing more so I elevate
Say go back to the Kodak of the first mixtape
[Hook]
Everybody tellin’ me I need to change
But then y’all gon’ complain when a nigga change
Bossed up you sayin’ lately he ain’t been the same
Fuck it y’all just wanna hate me anyways
Fuck it yeah the money gettin’ to my brain
Yeah, I think I’m all that with this big chain
I ain’t got no time tryin’ to explain
Yeah I love you bitch but I ain’t finna say it [Hook]
Everybody tellin’ me I need to change
But then y’all gon’ complain when a nigga change
Bossed up you sayin’ lately he ain’t been the same
Fuck it y’all just wanna hate me anyways
Fuck it yeah the money gettin’ to my brain
Yeah, I think I’m all that with this big chain
I ain’t got no time tryin’ to explain
Yeah I love you bitch but I ain’t finna say it
[Verse 1]
Everybody finna have their own impression
I’ve been through too much so I don’t like expressing
Tell you one thing you gon’ ask another question
If I tell you how I feel you gon’ take advantage
Yeah I know you read the text but you ain’t get the message
I speak in codes it ain’t for you if you don’t understand it
Think what you want to think you could keep guessing
Why should I even tweet when all you finna do is @ it? If I tell you ’bout myself I’m finna go to stressin
Cause I might go to ventin’ and I’ma start reflectin’
Took off from my past ridin’ in the Bentley
Walkin’ ’round like fuck you I’m gettin’ fetty
[Hook]
Everybody tellin’ me I need to change
But then y’all gon’ complain when a nigga change
Bossed up you sayin’ lately he ain’t been the same
Fuck it y’all just wanna hate me anyways
Fuck it yeah the money gettin’ to my brain
Yeah, I think I’m all that with this big chain
I ain’t got no time tryin’ to explain
Yeah I love you bitch but I ain’t finna say it

[Verse 2]
I’m rich but I’m ridin’ through the project
I’m not even supposed to be here I’m on house arrest
So, how you finna say "I forgot who raised me"
When I’m takin’ chances knowin’ this a violation
If you love me, you’d understand my situation
Cause you already know I’m on probation
Everybody tellin’ me they miss the old me
But how the fuck I’m finna change and be the old me?

Kodak Black – First Love (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Hook]
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
[Verse 1]
Burn too many bridges, but I ain’t burning you
I hope you do good and hope you stay in school
Ain’t nobody perfect, but with me you ain’t gotta be perfect
Snakes on my Gucci, what I’m watching for, the serpents
Gave you all my time ’cause I felt like you was worth it
Running two door Wraith, I want you with me when I’m swerving
You was with me when I was hitting licks and I was serving
But I ain’t gon’ lie babygirl you did me dirty
Girl, you did me wrong, did me wrong, wrong, wrong
Even though I love you, I just couldn’t hold on
We was meant to be, and then you would’ve stayed strong
But you thought I was going, I was never coming home
[Hook]
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through

[Verse 2]
I’m looking at your picture reminiscing
I’m in this big ol’ mansion, now, look where you could’ve been
When I ask you ’bout the shit, you shoulda been genuine
Tell you the truth, we hook up now, it’s gon be different
Tell you the truth, we hook up now, it wouldn’t be the same
I don’t wanna bring you through no more pain
He was getting money, but that nigga lame
He was in my DMs tryna explain
You my ex-girl so I’ma use you for example
Every bit’ I meet for now, I’m just come keep it simple
Sometimes I wanna call you up and tell you slide
One thing about love, it don’t ever die
[Hook]
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through

Kodak Black – Need A Break (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
Nah baby this ain’t no Dear John letter, but I hope you don’t take it the wrong way man, but I need me a little space a little time to think you know, to see what I really want, and see what I really want to do and where I wanna be, but in due time you know when I realize the truth, its you, I hope you just don’t go to far away from me, or let one of these vultures come snatch your heart away from me you know if its love its love loyalty out here value everything, yeah loyalty, out, value everything
[Hook]
Baby it ain’t you it’s just me I need a break
Cause you keep accusing me of cheating on you baby
I don’t want to lose you but I need a lil space
As long as you don’t move to a whole ‘nother state
You still gon be my number one
I ain’t finna change my number
Just been fucking up my summer lately
And I ain’t got no time to fuss on the daily
[Verse 1]
You might not understand this girl
This might actually be the best thing for us
We keep arguing every day boo
Eventually you gon make me hate you
Me and you ain’t got the same view, girl
You don’t see that it’s a great move, girl
It ain’t gon break you it’s gon save you, girl
Cause I’ve been feeling like I hate you, girl
It’s like you ain’t got no faith in me
Cause lately you’ve been irritating me
I don’t want to drive you crazy
I’d rather drive Mercedes

[Hook]
Baby it ain’t you it’s just me I need a break
Cause you keep accusing me of cheating on you baby
I don’t want to lose you but I need a lil space
As long as you don’t move to a whole ‘nother state
You still gon be my number one
I ain’t finna change my number
Just been fucking up my summer lately
And I ain’t got no time to fuck on the daily
[Verse 2]
You don’t trust me you’ve been losing your mind
Don’t believe I’m in the studio all night
You want me to stay on Facetime
And make these rhymes at the same time
All this questioning be having me all stressed
You been fucking up my thinking process
I took too much of shrooms I feel like I’m outer space
You keep listening to these rumors they’re throwing in your face
I say all I want is you and don’t listen to them bae
But I’m out here what it do you don’t trust me anyway
I’ve been running out of love
You wanna fuss I wanna fuck
[Hook]
Baby it ain’t you it’s just me I need a break
Cause you keep accusing me of cheating on you baby
I don’t want to lose you but I need a lil space
As long as you don’t move to a whole ‘nother state
You still gon be my number one
I ain’t finna change my number
Just been fucking up my summer lately
And I ain’t got no time to fuck on the daily

Private Lives – Moon Machines (No Future Album)

I can still remember
The last time we played on Top Gear
And though each little song
Was less than three minutes long
Mike squeezed a solo in… somehow
And although we like our longer tunes
It seemed polite to cut them down
To little bits – they might be hits
Who gives an… after all? You just can’t please
All of the musicians all the time
Playing now is lovely
Here in the BBC
We’re free to play almost as long and as loud
As a jazz group, or an orchestra on Radio Three
There are dancehalls and theatres
With acoustics worse than here
Not forgetting the extra facilities
Such as the tea machine, just along the corridor
So to all our mates like Kevin
Caravan, the old Pink Floyd
Allow me to recommend ‘Top Gear’
Despite its extraordinary name
Yes, playing, playing now is lovely
Here in the BBC
We’re free to play almost as long and as loud
As the foreign language classes… and the John Cage interview…
And the jazz groups… and the orchestras on Radio 3
Pop stars drink each others’ wine
Plough each others’ earth
Hoping for companionship
And then perhaps rebirth
Plant seeds in fresher plots of earth
Bound up in concepts and dreams
And fears of worse things to come
They never do
They stay the same
Music-making still
Performs a normal function
Background noise for people
Eating and talking and drinking and smoking
That’s all right by us
Don’t think that we’re complaining
After all it’s only leisure time, isn’t it? I could almost sing this song
In a nice tone of voice
If I had to, I’d be glad to
It’s awfully nice to be here
So let’s open the beers and get tipsy
We’d be mad to
But if you sound refined
You just can’t blow the mind of a kiddy
Or a young lady
And if you come from the sun
You just can’t fool a mum into thinking
That you’re alright, really
So before this feeling dies
Remember, I could be telling lies
Now, I love your eyes
See how the time flies
I think it’s so great
You seem to change your fate
By working and playing
Something new in every way
Can be yours in a day
But I wonder what I’m really saying
So just before this feeling dies
Remember I may be telling lies
Falsehoods
White lies
Adverts
Idle chat
Banter
Half-truths
Rumours
And just lies, plain lies…
I shan’t say…
One more word…
So instead… I’ll play drums… Tell me how would you feel
In the place of John Peel?

Kodak Black – Me For Me (Project Baby 2 Album)

It’s hard to tell when I got five mill in the Breitling
I know you don’t want to but you gotta change your surroundings
Cause them niggas don’t want to change all they know is violence
I’m a sniper you know all my niggas move in silence
I’m trying to balance out my life I’m doing mathematics
[Hook]
I’m getting so much money these days
It’s hard to figure out who love me for me
Trying to balance out every thing
I’m getting sabotaged every way
You don’t want to but you gotta change
It’s going to hurt you trying to stay the same
Are you in it or you in it for the fame
I’m trying to figure out who love me for me [Hook]
I’m getting so much money these days
It’s hard to figure out who love me for me
Trying to balance out every thing
I’m getting sabotaged every way
You don’t want to but you gotta change
It’s going to hurt you trying to stay the same
Are you in it or you in it for the fame
I’m trying to figure out who love me for me
[Verse 1]
I’m trying to figure out who want to see me winning
I already know resentment brings envy
I’m a business man I’m a fucking business
So I can’t be up in the penitentiary
And I just wanna be able to tell who really with me
Is she for me or is she just playing with my feelings
And I don’t want to but I gotta switch up
Cause you niggas want to have me locked up in the system
Even though that’s who I am I gotta change my life
I’m getting so much money now I can’t be slinging iron
And girl when we hooked up you said you gon ride or die
So I’m assuming that you dead cause you damn sure ain’t riding
[Hook]
I’m getting so much money these days
It’s hard to figure out who love me for me
Trying to balance out every thing
I’m getting sabotaged every way
You don’t want to but you gotta change
It’s going to hurt you trying to stay the same
Are you in it or you in it for the fame
I’m trying to figure out who love me for me

[Verse 2]
I went to jail twelve times I’ll never go again
Even though I said the same thing my other bid
Everybody stopped fucking with me cause I keep going in
And I’m feeling like Ben Franklin my only friend
Cause that nigga kept it real stayed in my pocket
He was with me when y’all weren’t fucking with me in the projects
Is you in it for the fame or do you really like me?

Kodak Black – Still In The Streets (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
A nigga like one foot in, one foot out. I ain’t even lose my virginity
[Chorus]
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
[Verse 1]
I don’t know how to write in cursive
I’m poppin’ checks but I gotta work ’em
I’m in the bank line with the [?]
I be geeked up, Steve Urkel
I don’t want no money for my verses
‘Cause I ain’t get this money on purpose
‘Cause I ain’t even gotta get dirty
My youngins go duffel up 30 (aye aye aye)
I was in Virginia as a virgin (aye aye aye)
Done did everything, snatch purses
Did everything, burglerin’ to murderin’
Subpoena, yeah them crackers try to serve ’em
You can go and tell my attorney that
I don’t even like to get verbally
You can go ask my attorney this

[Chorus]
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
[Verse 2]
Go and ask Trae at the Cash for Gold
Pullin’ out bags of gold like it’s from Africa
I was doin’ everything
I was snatchin’ chains, now my album goin’ two times platinum
Young CEO, no manners
This for all my niggas doin’ calendars
Everything orange, smoke cantaloupe
Pop a nigga top, pop Adderall
I don’t see why we need algebra
I be countin’ money just to add it up
In my mama name but it’s my car
When you street, in a day you just might fall
I ain’t never lackin’, no not at all
‘Cause I ain’t tryna answer when God call
Nigga couldn’t surprise us like my fault
If you got your guard off, where’s Waldo

[Chorus]
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah)
So I put the new place in my mama name
Still in the streets (yeah yeah)
So it ain’t no pressure get another chain
Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah)
Plus I’m in the rap game gettin’ double paid I was on a journey, in Virginia, as a virgin. Everything in my lyrics, is certain. You can be sure off. This shit like a hopscotch, you know what I’m sayin’?

Kodak Black – The Recipe (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
Y’all don’t know the recipe, I’m so saucy
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Oh, I got so much rythm
I’m so saucy
[Chorus]
Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
They still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
They want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
They still tryna figure it out i put ’em in a coffin
They want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
[Verse 1]
My tongue be so powerful I’m killing y’all with words
But my gun be still on, I’m whilin’, laying down a verse
Don’t know if I love the mansion, no, I’d rather be on the curb
Everybody keep bitin’ me, gettin’ on my nerves
They love my flavor, it’s delicioso
I hope you love me even though you barely see me no mo’
I don’t need need you beggin’ me and eatin’ my dough
So if you text me I’ll reply and probably leave at my show
I don’t drink no lean and sippin’ codeine no mo’
Night and day I’ll just be mixing coffee with the cocoa
Aye, you can’t drop my style, got a whole ‘nother flow (What)
Swimming in the money, I just row, row, your boat

[Chorus]
Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
They still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
They want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
They still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
They want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
[Verse 2]
You’re swimming in the money, I’m a fisher net
Everybody tryna run off with my gingerette
Niggas say we cousins, I dont ‘lieve you, no, no
Yeah, I tried out your sauce, but you got too much sodium
Got too much sauce, no Gulag
In Pluto smokin’ moonrock
Red bean on your nose like Rudolph
Aye, you should come try my food out
I don’t make no love, when I be fucking I don’t even take my shoes off
And with that tool I’ma fool, I knock a niggas screws out
She wanna have my baby, your lady love my drill
Even my diamonds drippin’ (Wet)
Baby girl, don’t slip
Appreciate the fan love and all of the support
They always keep me, so next time I just ain’t going to court

[Chorus]
Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
They still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
They want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor
Y’all don’t know the recipe I’m so saucy
They still tryna figure out, i put ’em in a coffin
They want the ingredients, lovin’ my flavor
Swimming in the money, now I’ve turned into a sailor

Kodak Black – No Codefendant (Project Baby 2 Album)

Cuz I don’t give you nothin" no more
I ain’t your brother no more

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
[Verse 2]
You ain’t have to eat grits, 3 in the morning
You ain’t have to sleep with a nigga on the toilet
I don’t wanna ball, [?] wearing Jordan’s
All that bullshit, I’m trying to avoid it
I ain’t ask you when you had your shot
I ain’t ask you when we got kicked out
I ain’t ask you, I was posted on the block
I was doing fraud, I was going up top
I was eatin’ peanut butter
Nigga how you got my number
I don’t really owe nobody
Matter fact I don’t know nobody
Matter fact nigga leave me alone
I ain’t tryna get out my zone
I ain’t tryna get out my bubble
I ain’t on that shit you on
I don’t wanna relapse on niggas
I better not wack me a nigga
I’m just tryna rap these songs
So let me just rap these songs
You ain’t take me when you had your time
You ain’t take me when you had your shine
Why when I’m focused y’all saying I got changed
It’s like y’all wanna see me in them chains

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent [Intro]
Of course I wanna see you make it
Shit, only if you taking me with you
Shit, If you ain’t taking me withcha now I don’t know
Shit…
[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
All ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
[Verse 1]
I’m on posted on the Ugly, I’m outcha" in the open, wit it
I’m on that Zoe shit, ain’t no hoe shit, ain’t no folding in me
I got like four lil bitches on here, That one with no Jimmy
I ain’t wear no suit and tie right now but I give the nigga the business
I should’ve killed my cousin that night ’cause he was my only witness
But I ain’t kill him ’cause I love that nigga till infinity
And If I buy a house, you feel like you deserve to live in it
And If I buy a car, you feel like you deserve infinity
How the fuck you feel like that, when you weren’t ouchta here with me getting it
You wasn’t even at my sentencing
I was in a fucked up predicament
Oh you don’t love me no more? I ain’t your brother no more?

Kodak Black – Up Late (Project Baby 2 Album)

Keep that shit 1k
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga Cool, hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the K
If I give you somethin’, nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show you how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m on the stage
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
And even tho you gone, I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
No Wells Fargo, nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ this way
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna steak
They had to let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, quick to shoot I fuck with Lil Tay
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money? [Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?

Kodak Black – Pride (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Verse 1]
I told my nigga don’t tell my nigga for real don’t drop no dime
Even though they got you round right now my nigga don’t drop no dime
Don’t go out like these nigga they ain’t official these niggas slime
Just look that shit in the face my nigga you straight my nigga you fine
And I know it’s easy to say when you ain’t the one who facing the time
But you gotta eat what’s on your plate my nigga you signed up for this life
Gotta do that shit for you, I ain’t ’bout your freedom it’s bout your pride
But a nigga can’t stop you dog you swallow your pride you ain’t my kind
[Hook]
That pride is the hardest thing to swallow, you can’t help it
That pride shit a motherfucker, that pride shit be deadly
I know you bout that stressin cause your daughter bout to be seven
Even though the streets don’t love nobody we stay true to the ethics
That pride is the hardest thing to swallow, you can’t help it
That pride shit a motherfucker, that pride shit be deadly
I know you ’bout that stressin cause your daughter ’bout to be seven
Even though the streets don’t love nobody we stay true to the ethics
[Verse 2]
I seen you shoot a nigga, so I know you can do it nigga
I been in there doing it with you and I be out here doing it with you too
My nigga take that dime, I don’t want to see you get life
I don’t want you to take no chances with no crackers going to trial
You already been down four my nigga all you gotta do is five
I’m keeping it G and like I don’t wanna see you to the [?]
I’m keeping it G I wanna see you out here with your child
I want to see you in your old school riding round behind mine
Like how could you even breathe knowing that you done crossed the line
I’ma tell you what it is could you let me know what’s on yo mind
You gotta do that shit for you ain’t bout your freedom it’s bout your pride
But a nigga can’t stop you dog you swallow your pride you ain’t my kind

[Hook]
That pride is the hardest thing to swallow, you can’t help it
That pride shit a motherfucker, that pride shit be deadly
I know you bout that stressin cause your daughter bout to be seven
Even though the streets don’t love nobody we stay true to the ethics
That pride is the hardest thing to swallow, you can’t help it
That pride shit a motherfucker, that pride shit be deadly
I know you ’bout that stressin cause your daughter ’bout to be seven
Even though the streets don’t love nobody we stay true to the ethics, nigga

Kodak Black – Misunderstood (Project Baby 2 Album)

That’s the story of my life
[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
[Verse 1]
I keep this tool on me like I done turned into a mechanic
I’m a fuckin’ CEO, I don’t need no damn manage
I don’t like no interviews, see y’all don’t speak my language
We can’t hold no conversation, you don’t know what I’m sayin’
She say she wanna know the real me, bitch I am it
Tell the blog "correct that shit," ’cause I ain’t from Miami
I don’t even speak code, when I do, I’m misinterpretated
I don’t even need no surfboard, I’m too fuckin’ wavy
I ain’t take my meds bitch, ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ crazy
Say you thuggin’ a lil’ too hard, life you livin’ dangerous
They don’t see potential, they say I’m a project baby
Just ’cause my dad so goddamn selfish, he ain’t wanna raise me

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
[Verse 2]
I’m on 18, I’m slangin’ like I’m Peyton Manning
My bitch just told me to be more gentle ’cause I’m too demanding
They say that all my demons seeming but I’m not satanic
And I keep her back wet but shawty ain’t Hispanic
I see you in [?] vision through my Prada lenses
No point in goin’ to school if I’ma keep on jumpin’ fences
The block too hot and that’s the only reason I’m on campus
It’s a pandemonium ridin’ panoramic
Once they let me out of jail I went back to the dentist
I snapped my golds out and flood my gums with VVS’s
Yeah, you listenin’ what I’m sayin’ but you don’t get the message
Did so much dirt I wonder how I still be gettin’ any blessings
[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family [Intro]
It’s like fuck it, I’m just misunderstood.

Kodak Black – Built My Legacy (feat. Offset) (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro: Offset]
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Offset]
Built my legacy
Drivin’ Bentleys, not no Lexuses
She on ecstasy
Fuck her two times then I left the bitch
Not with that extra shit
I won’t text the bitch, just sex the bitch
We young and reckless
Pull up with tecs and shit, kill pedestrians
I’m on perc and I’m on lean and I’m on bars
Pull up, tecs and shit, start wettin’ shit out the car
How you go big on big my nigga, I’m extra large
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
San Diego, I be beatin’ all my charges (ayy)
Glock got a private part (ayy)
Car be push to start (yeah)
Your lady done got involved
Off xans I’m noddin’ off
Don’t make me make the call
My nigga’ll slay his dogs
My nigga ain’t got no heart
My nigga’ll slay his partners
Free Cool, he in the box
Free Cool, he on the boot
I’m on the phone with him
I’m rollin’ ’cause I’m [?] too (ayy)
Pull up in coupes (ayy)
Drop out and shoot (ayy)
Lil’ Tay on the roof (ayy)
We all got a [?] on us
You niggas can’t get no verse
You’re lucky you got a chorus
I don’t like 911
Except when I’m in a Porsche
I hop out, park the chop
New Belair, pop the corks
No time to be goin’ to court
That baby gon’ get abort

[Chorus: Offset]
Built my legacy
Drivin’ Bentleys, not no Lexuses
She on ecstasy
Fuck her two times then I left the bitch
Not with that extra shit
I won’t text the bitch, just sex the bitch
We young and reckless
Pull up with tecs and shit, kill pedestrians
I’m on perc and I’m on lean and I’m on bars
Pull up, tecs and shit, start wettin’ shit out the car
How you go big on big my nigga, I’m extra large
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I was off the chain but now my songs all over the charts
Now she give me head whenever I knock her head off (yeah)
I’m a head honcho the way I knock your whole lil’ set off (yeah)
Got a AR-15 with the scope, this ain’t no airsoft
Ain’t talkin’ Migos, when I see you I’m gon’ take off
(Yeah yeah, ain’t it)
Baby let’s get faded
You’re mad you ain’t make The Fader
On XXL, you hatin’
Nigga wanna [?] me in Vegas
I done did too many frauds
I was 17 with 80
Started noticin’ somethin’ crazy
He 17 with 80
No choice, they had to take it
My lawyer got a bag
Say "I appreciate it"
Now shawty 20 racks
Don’t believe her name Raven
You can go and fuckin’ ask
But I thank the Lord I made it
All I gotta do is rap

[Chorus: Offset]
Built my legacy
Drivin’ Bentleys, not no Lexuses
She on ecstasy
Fuck her two times then I left the bitch
Not with that extra shit
I won’t text the bitch, just sex the bitch
We young and reckless
Pull up with tecs and shit, kill pedestrians
I’m on perc and I’m on lean and I’m on bar
Pull up, tecs and shit, start wettin’ shit out the car
How you go big on big my nigga, I’m extra large
[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m takin’ bars, find my inmates tryna break you loose
My jeweler chain sent the wrong bracelet to my boo
I’m with Blac Chyna but she ain’t nothin’ but a florida swoop
She say I’m a dawg, Snoop
I’m runnin’ too hot for you
I don’t need no child from you
It’s Project Baby 2

Phora – Everybody Knows (Yours Truly Forever Album)

They say love’s worth waitin’ for
What’s love if you can’t afford—
To spend all your time bein’ hurt? I can’t take no more
What it was, it just ain’t no more
See, I can never tell what’s real and fake no more
I don’t know what to say no more
I guess my definition of love ain’t the same as yours
Like I’ve been in this place before
Way more times than I shoulda been
Tryna break out of the box that they put us in
And I caught myself thinkin’ like way back
Thinkin’ ’bout me and you and what we coulda been
First, you hate me then love me again
You start to miss me then we fuckin’ again
Then we back to fightin’, you don’t trust me and then
You forget about me and I’m nothin’ again, like

[Verse 2]
I can’t front, all the sex and the hair grey
But all the stress in my head, aye
See, I’m broken and you know it
Lately, I’ve been tryin’ not to show it
So hit me on the late night, girl, when you need
And I’ll be around, yeah, you know I’m still down
We fight, we fuck, it’s back and forth
You front like you leavin’, but you always end up comin’ back for more
And that’s real
[Pre-Hook]
Everybody knows you don’t feel how I feel about you, girl
Everybody knows you fucked me over and I’m still about you, girl
Everybody knows I was nothing like your last
I should put you in the past
They thought me and you would never last
[Hook]
But we fight then we break up, aye
Then we fuck ’til we make up, yeah
Through the nights that we wake up, aye
It ain’t right, nah, it ain’t love
But I need you, I need you
We fight then we break up, aye
Then we fuck ’til we make up, yeah
Through the nights that we wake up, aye
It ain’t right, nah, it ain’t love
But I need you, I need you
Need you, you, you, you, you
Need you
Need you, you, you, you, you

[Outro]
All these days I’m thinking of you
You’re leaving me behind
I’ll put it all behind
Just to be close to you
All these days I’m thinking of you
You’re leaving me behind… [Intro]
All these days I’m thinking of you
You’re leaving me behind
I’ll put it all behind
Just to be close to you
[Pre-Hook]
Everybody knows you don’t feel how I feel about you, girl
Everybody knows you fucked me over and I’m still about you, girl
Everybody knows I was nothing like your last
I should put you in the past
They thought me and you would never last
[Hook]
But we fight then we break up, aye
Then we fuck ’til we make up, yeah
Through the nights that we wake up, aye
It ain’t right, nah, it ain’t love
But I need you, I need you
We fight then we break up, aye
Then we fuck ’til we make up, yeah
Through the nights that we wake up, aye
It ain’t right, nah, it ain’t love
But I need you, I need you
Need you, you, you, you, you
Need you
Need you, you, you, you, you

[Verse 1]
So how can you question that? All this time, shit, I had your back
All these problems you had, I was there for you
Gave all my time to you, I just can’t get that back
If I had a chance to go back, I wonder, "Would I redo it?"
That fake smile, yeah, I see through it
I see the pain behind it, your heart’s capable of love, I just didn’t have the key to it
Should I leave you in the past?

Phora – No Looking Back (Yours Truly Forever Album)

[Verse 1]
Yeah
On a plane overlookin’ the ocean
Lately, I’m just tryna live in the moment
Certain people I needed just couldn’t stick around
If they ain’t see the vision, I bet they feel it now
See, the difference with me is I ain’t afraid of believin’
Friends only come around when they know it’s convenient
But my circle gettin’ smaller by the second
Funny how my biggest fear was not bein’ accepted, but look
I gave my heart to a person who couldn’t love herself
I’m lost in somebody lookin’ for someone else
Put my trust in a person who ain’t believe in me, eventually it just made it harder for me to trust myself
[Hook 1]
I leave the past in the past, no looking back now
But I ain’t complacent with where I’m at now
So in hopes that somebody else could relate to me, I take another sip of this Henney and write these raps down
[Verse 2]
Anxiety killin’ me, I’ve been losin’ touch
Losin’ my patience, I don’t know who to trust
Plus, me and my family ain’t as close now
I take a sip of this Henney until I loosen up
I just need someone as down for me
Someone to just tell me they proud of me
Somebody who’s really around for me
If ever they see me sink in, they swim in and they drown for me
The ones hittin’ my line used to duck me when I called
Keep it real with me or don’t fuck with me at all
I’ve been dodgin’ the fakes, the politics and the snakes
Your pride is big as your ego, see, I just couldn’t relate, for real
See, the difference is how we’re raised and where we came
And the bullet that landed three inches from my brain
And the fact that my soul is different than yours, no matter how many times they compare us, man, we are not the same
Look, prayin’ for peace in this world that we live in
Same time, I just pray I’m forgiven
They say I’m weak ’cause I put it all in the open
Had to swallow my pride and bottle up my emotions, look

[Hook 2]
I left the past in the past, no looking back now
But I ain’t complacent with where I’m at now
So in hopes that somebody else could relate to me, I take another sip of this Henney and write these raps down

Phora – Loyalty (Yours Truly Forever Album)

Lo with the hips, yeah
She just wanna be appreciated
Cinderella need a prince, yeah
And she say loyalty is all she need right now
Need right now

[Hook]
So you should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say, yeah
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say
[Verse 2]
You learned to let go and you poppin’ now
Fuck what they say and you poppin’ off
Focus on yourself, don’t need no one else
You the only thing they talk about
Everybody wanna roll with you
But they don’t know what you been goin’ through
You just wanna get away sometimes, I could tell that you get lonely, too
And lately you been on the wave, yeah
You can never be replaced, nah
Lowkey they been talkin’ ’bout you, but they never say it to your face
Yeah, she got attitude, but she a lovergirl
I think she could be a CoverGirl
You ain’t fuckin’ with these other girls
You the type to get me in some trouble, girl
It’s like Nike how these bitches checkin’ on ya
Do ya thing, I see you flexin’ on ’em
Ever since you been throwin’ niggas, all of a sudden niggas want to get to know you
But all of these niggas is stuck in they ways, hey
But really you just need some company, babe
And that’s why—

[Hook]
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say, yeah
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say [Hook]
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say, yeah
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say
[Verse 1]
She got missed calls on her phone now
She worth more and she know now
Ex man tryna work it out
But she happy on her own now
‘Cause what’s love when you need someone but they just dont know what it means? He tried to treat you like a pawn
But he ain’t know you a queen
Checkmate for that lame ass nigga
If I ever see him, I’d prolly fade that nigga
Tried to blame you for the things he did
And he said he made you, but you made that nigga
Like, you too good for him
But you did what you could for him
So now she focused on herself, treat her body right like a new foreign
Kylie Jenner on the lips, yeah
J.

Phora – Rider (Yours Truly Forever Album)

I just need me a ride or die
I just need me a girl to talk about getting money instead of getting high
Up in a plane, up in the sky and Henny still in my system
Baby girl you everything I been missing
[Chorus]
Baby I just need a rider, a rider
I need you right beside me, right beside me
Baby I can take you higher, and higher, higher
Baby I just need a rider, a rider
I need you right beside me, right beside me
Baby I can take you higher, and higher, higher
Baby I just need a rider, a rider
I need you right beside me, right beside me
Baby I can take you higher, and higher, higher [Chorus]
Baby I just need a rider, a rider
I need you right beside me, right beside me
Baby I can take you higher, higher, higher
Baby I just need a rider, a rider
I need you right beside me, right beside me
Baby I can take you higher, higher, higher
Baby I just need a rider, a rider
I need you right beside me, right beside me
Baby I can take you higher, higher, higher
[Verse]
Ain’t no question girl, you a rider forsure
I need someone who’s down for me
Through my highs and my lows
We’re just lost in the city, still ain’t got nowhere to go
So we’re just riding around, taking it slow
Look, blessings
I’m just counting my blessings
Baby, I just need a break
Need to get away, I been stressin’
You been all on my mind
I need you by my side though
Pretty face and them thick legs
But I’m really feeling your vibe though
Girl, I just need me a rider
Need you right here beside me
Girl just tell me you’re down for me baby, I’ll take you higher
Look, roll up, let’s ride, you know a nigga from the west side
Have you feeling like cloud 9
I’ma take you up where the jets fly, look

[Bridge]
Just riding through the city when I seen you
Told you I was only meant for you, I’ll never leave you
Girl, you know you always on my mind, you know I need you
Girl I need you, need you, yeah
[Verse 2]
I need more love, less doubts
Had to go and cut my ex out
Momma told me I’m too young
And I’m too blessed to be stressed out
Baby I just need real love, you know the type you just feel loved
I just need me a rider chick that Jada Pinkett that Will love
So tell me girl is you down?