6ix9ine – KANGA lyrics

M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wait a minute, now I’m back at it
Back at it like a mothafuckin’ crack addict
Sex addict, I’m a mothafuckin’ sex addict
Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin’
Back crackin’, b-back crackin’
I love ho bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin’ problem
Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch
Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch
Drop down and pick your weave up, girl
Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl
Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl
You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here

[Verse 2: Kanye West, 6ix9ine]
That pussy get wetter than yours
That head is better than yours
I flew her out so I could fuck on tour
Flew her back ’cause my girlfriend saw
They tried to say I wasn’t black no more
About as black as Macklemore
They don’t like me ’cause I’m Mexican
Sent me back, now I’m back again
Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova
Your girlfriend look like a ogre
Nigga, fat bitches need love too
My fault, Ye, I wasn’t sober
Who the fuck gon’ listen to Ebro? (Ebro)
All these niggas so emo
Fuck that nigga, I’m the mothafuckin’ shit
Another old nigga on a young nigga dick
N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (Canceled)
When I asked them questions, couldn’t answer
How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it’s fucking-

[Interlude: TrifeDrew]
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah
You cannot say that, bro, c’mon

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

Los Unidades – E-Lo lyrics

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
When they take with the one hand and with take the other
On the day all the hands go free
And the sun’s gonna shine on me
The suns gonna shine on me

O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to el Rio sol
Saying “oye for real hijo understand
Hands can hurt or heal so”

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to the Rio and flow
Baxabana ogxam baxabana ngenoxoxo
Bexakwe yinuxba xaka

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
All the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Gonna raise up one hand and raise the other
Hurt me outside, inside I’m free
And there’s no enemy
Everyone is my brother
When the truth comes to set me free
And we’re not going to fall in and out with each other
On the day all the hands go free
Then the sun’s gonna shine
And the sun’s gonna shine on me

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And the sun’s gonna shine on me
And I know, one day I know
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
And all hands go free
When all hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me

6ix9ine – WAKA lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that’s why you lost her
Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
She gon’ eat, you want beef, but this ain’t no burger
All my songs on repeat, that’s what’s up, your word up
I was young with the heat, walkin’ ’round with burners
Wishin’ I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner

[Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?
Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy?
I can’t let her have my baby, you not my baby
I can’t let her have my baby, I’m actin’ shady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Y’all gotta move, give me some room, I’m ’bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin’ out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin’ “Don’t shoot”
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
Run, nigga, if I’m here, don’t come
Bitch, you was expectin’ for me to hit
That’s a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Sawed off in the damn drawer
Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
Only time she ever call is for the banana
I don’t even check my call log, I don’t answer

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 4: 6ix9ine]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
That bitch know I’m number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it’s on safety
I know all these niggas hate me, won’t let it faze me
Fuck nigga

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I’ma swerve in the Maybach, I’ma do some damage
Niggas sit the fuck down if you don’t understand us
I heard niggas talkin’ ’bout they gon’ run down on us
Pull up windows down in the fuckin’ Lamb’ truck

[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Scott Storch

Token – Treehouse Lyrics

[Intro]
Do it
Yeah
Ay

[Verse 1]
Tell a motherfucker, “Hey, Hi, How you doin’?” Everybody move it
I’ve been this way since student
Pardon my French, I’m fluent (Bonjour)
Can’t sitcom like Seinfeld that boy always moving (Jerry, Jerry)
Every time I’m in the booth I get better, I call it a room for improvement
Ay
Still not in my prime but I beat on my chest like a primate
At your neck like violin but I’m not violent if I got something to violate
I need a mom with at least two kids, can’t be with a girl that is my age
Too dumb when I tell her I love her ’cause I really don’t wanna know how a lie taste (Ay!)

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Verse 2]
Just for fun, took a break but I’m not done
Why you think I don’t bite my tongue? Massachusetts, where the fuck I’m from
Ya’ll know whats to come, they think that boy young and dumb
Hold up, please don’t jump the gun, ’cause that shit pop like bubblegum (Pop, Pop)
I got a couple desires I shouldn’t be fiddling with (Fiddle, Fiddle)
I am not single unless it is double or triple the chick
Pull up with a hoodie all black with a fully-automat, with a rat in the middle of it
I get ’em shakin’ and stutterin’, this ain’t a riddle it’s Ritalin kid like that
Hit ’em with the curve like that (Like that)
Doctor Seuss my rap, I’m silly with the words like that
Sleep upside down like bat (Fly)
I’m flippin’ every bird like that (Flip)
This is like a holiday but I don’t owe you anything, so why you sitting on my lap?
Uh, Bitch, get off my sack

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Verse 3]
Ay
Hotel to the show, show to the lobby, and it all started from a hobby
Worked for myself, only got a colleague
It’s Woodstock when I stack my bands
Young bandwagon, they pounce on me
Cash register when they count on me
Baby look at all the people surrounding me, pay ’em just to look out for me, maybe they’ll be a salary, I’m on top of the balcony, how you look down on me? (How?)
Who’d he cost? Me? About a G
Money on my head, that is not a bounty
Baby what’s a consequence, what’s a penalty
I decide those, I’m the fuckin’ referee (I’m the fuckin’ referee)
Airplane mode, can’t get to me (No)
Check my phone, who textin’ me?
I got

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Take a seat, take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Outro]
Take a seat

6ix9ine – NUTS Lyrics

[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy

[Verse, 6ix9ine]
All that talking, boy, stop (boy stop)
Heard you dancing, boy, stop (boy stop)
Need a lesson, boy, stop (boy stop)
Ain’t no missing, boy, stop (boy stop)
With that popping, boy, stop (boy stop)
I know what’s cracking, boy, stop (boy stop)
What you jacking? Boy, stop (boy stop)
What you saying? Boy, stop (boy stop)
All that talking that you doing gon’ get your boy shot (grrah, grrah)
All them hollows in his chest gon’ make his heart stop (blaow)
With that 30 in your face, like, “what’s in your spot?” (grr, grr)
Run that bitch, run that cash, fuck with us, you cannot (fucker, fucker)

[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy

6ix9ine – MAMA lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine & Baka Not Nice]
Uh
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat
She got that wet wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (bag)
She got Bs, spend some cheese, now they double Ds
Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama coming home at three
Ho thicker (Thicker, thicker), thicker than a fuckin’ Snicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)
I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Man, oh my god
She Instagram famous but she can’t keep a job (Ooh)
Man, oh my god
Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy car (Ooh)
Man, oh my god
Her doctor got her busting out her motherfuckin’ bra (Mmm)
Man, oh my god
She Uber to a nigga with no car (Car car car)
Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
Jacket got wings, True’s got propellers
Gave all my old Margielas, to my boy Marcellas
Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous
Oh, Jesus Christ, I don’t need advice
Wild nigga life, tell ’em read my rights
Man it hot tonight, look out with my ice
15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (man)

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Ka-Ka-Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I was out in Spain rockin’ a Medusa head
I ain’t never have to give a rap producer head
If I do though, I’ma write a book like Supahead
This ain’t wonder that I’m making, this that super bread
Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick fast
Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash
Got him cummin’, cummin’, Roger over dispatch
Said my box is the best, he met his match
I got all these bitches wantin’ to be Barbie dolls
Barbie dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls
Pull-Pull up in that Barbie ‘Rari, finna bury y’all
She threw dirt on my name ended up at her own burial

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls
Ka-Ka-Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, Fif’ is on call
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody

Young Thug – Far Away Lyrics

[Intro]
Celine glasses
Gucci red flag, ya dig
Uh
Aye let this mother fucka breathe before I even goddamn start you know what i’m saying?
It’s mother fuckin’ dripset
Yeah

[Chorus]
Aye
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Preaching to you like Creflo Dollar, and I like it when we sex oh yeah yeah (aye)
Make them bitches break they neck, yeah watch us
I got ten watches with me, yeah watches
I’m rolling off a jump man over y’all I got money old money, old banks, where I go to yeah
Got the three tone Patek it’s a one of one (huh)
Yeah that’s my son i’m a real one (goddamn)
I’m drinking this dirty, the top autovert yeah, they reading the verdict
Heart hurt me the nurse say
I heard that you raw dog, yeah
You burning the worst sages
I heard that she slobbed all yeah
Now she with your brodie, yeah
That front of the Cover girl
You fucking on all her friends
Your pockets on fat abscess
You fucking, she on your neck
Don’t call her she might go sick
And she got that lock like a pick, and you think this is

[Chorus]
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 2]
Choppin down a bitch yeah, like you choppin down a brick yeah
Split with your clique yeah, gonna split it with your clique yeah
Lick a lil clit yeah, gonna kiss a little clit yeah
Kiss her titties don’t kiss her lips, don’t come around with that trick shit
If you see the house i’m in, i’m always like Terry (it’s mine)
Tall bitch and she black like a berry
February birthday, boy you scary (ha)
Draped up in all white like the tooth fairy, yeah (got wings too)
Got a brand new machete, yeah
Stab him up and leave that shit dirty, yeah
I was taught to fight for it if it’s worth it, yeah
And I can’t hang with them boys, they discouraged, yeah
These niggas don’t wanna die
These niggas scared of life (they scared of life)
Catch em’ like they running wild (running wild)
Shoot em’ like hurry’n’die
She did it right, she did it right (ouu she did it right)
She like a Heaven in the sky (angel)
Flood her down with some prizes (flood her with some prizes)
Them the three steps before you wife her

[Chorus]
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Young Thug – All My T-Shirt Designer (Sing to Ya) Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
I done sold all these (???)
Boss talk, with the family you know what i’m saying, ya dig
Wheezy beatz
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
Imma go put a nigga on to the drip, gone give em’ a potion (gone give em’ a potion)
Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
I don’t give a fuck about your past
I give you what you want just ask
Start from the front to the back
(???)
Imma spaz on her man
Imma spaz on this (???)
Fucking spaz on his mom and dad, stiff a nigga I know you love that
I turn your rocks into sand
Your named engraved it on the plane
Delta and private ain’t the same
It’s about time for your upgrade
When I give you this name
I hope you don’t change
She looked at me and replied
She said man you know i’m with the Slimes!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
All this lean got me drippin
(???) got me drippin, (???) got get it
Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get em’
All my niggas getting to the money, came back
Never fuck with you, (???) fuck with you
Rich man fuck with you, we goin chill on the paper and go get it
Double cup with two lean in the cup it’s triple, you be toting that shit and ain’t rolling with niggas
I got money, me nigga roll with a niggas, big beam and can’t keep control of it nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Holler at your (???)
Go and tell your crew the plug
Go brazy massacre, then that lifestyle gonna boot up
Make me make a bad pull up
I’ll make a Jag pull up
Big booty imma jack uh-uh, but
If she ain’t fucking, let her cab pull up
Bout five niggas, (???)
You fuck niggas after me
The rats was chasing and they captured me
Rich school, i’m a graduate
All my old hoes harassing me, all these po-pos harassing me
How am I supposed to feel bad when every time I do it man they raid that
My paper say i’m claustrophobic, they still put me in the paddy-wagon
They wonder why we capping back at them
I fell i’m now i’m right back at it
These diamonds got these bitches staring at it
These diamonds got these niggas plotting on it
But how you gonna take something from (???), plus this blood money

[Chorus 2: Desiigner and Young Thug]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

Queen – Don’t Lose Your Head Lyrics

[Refrain]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

[Chorus]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
No don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
Hear what I say
Don’t lose your way, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Remember, love’s stronger
Remember love walks tall

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Don’t lose your heart
Don’t lose your heart
No don’t lose your heart
Don’t lose your heart
Hear what I say
Hear what I say, yeah
Don’t lose your way
Don’t lose your way, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Remember, love’s stronger
Remember love walks through walls

[Bridge]
Don’t drink and drive my car
Don’t get breathalyzed
Don’t lose your head
If you make it to the top
And you wanna stay alive
Don’t lose your head

[Chorus]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
No, don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
Hear what I say
Hear what I say, yeah
Don’t lose your way, hey
Don’t lose your way, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Remember, love’s stronger
Remember love conquers all

[Refrain]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

[Outro]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head, yeah
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

J.I.D – Tiiied Lyrics

[Chorus: J.I.D]
I been so down on my that luck stuff ain’t lookin’ up I need somethin’ that’s takin’ me higher
And maybe I’m outta touch and in rush look life kickin’ my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it’s when I’m spillin’ my guts on you trustin’ me you lovin’ me instead you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me
You cane me
I need for somethin’ to save me
‘Cause little baby I’m tired
Yeah

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
How you gon’ dump me and then leave wit’ my hoodie
And you ain’t comin’ back give me back my hoodie
And now you tryna make a scene at the movies
You really wanna act bitch we at the movies
I want my money back I’m leavin’ for goodie
And I get mad, I don’t even wanna be here
And you get mad ’cause you don’t even wanna leave here
And now it’s bad ’cause we ain’t even seen the previews
And now she mad, takin’ shit to social media
And I just need you to tell me how you feelin’
And I just need you to come at me wit’ real shit
Botherin’ people ’cause we fightin’ in the dark yeah
We ain’t even gotta leave we gon’ still excuse the [?] yeah
Um tears in the bucket to focus
Fightin’ and fuckin’ and tusslin’ and fightin’ and fuckin’
Lovin’, lovin’ unless you lucky
I fuck wit’ you because you real and you beautiful
But still, starin’ at the screen only thinkin’ how I feel
For real
I wanna share my popcorn wit’ you
‘Cause I won’t eat the whole thing
But you still got an issue
And I been tryna sip yo’ drink meet the kid in the middle
But no, boo you, she just goes to the car
Pull up, she drove, didn’t open the door
So cold, outside
And ya boy need a ride
Oh God, it’s really a problem
And I’m so tired of

[Chorus: J.I.D]
I been so down on my that luck stuff ain’t lookin’ up I need somethin’ that’s takin’ me higher
And maybe I’m outta touch and in rush look life kickin’ my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it’s when I’m spillin’ my guts on you trustin’ me you lovin’ me instead you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me
You cane me
I need for somethin’ to save me
‘Cause little baby I’m tired
Yeah
I’m tired baby

[Verse 2: 6lack, 6lack & Ella Mai]
Hey, how you gon’ leave wit’ yo number on my phone bill (Bill)
Look inside yo’ wallet you got one bill (Bill)
Never got a job but you want chill (Chill)
Girl that shit is unreal (Unreal)
I’m feelin’ a little sluggish
You think I’m entertainin’ all the rubbish
It’s a no from me dawg
I guess I gotta let you free fall
Flippin’ through my shit like we in a gym now
I’m talkin’ my shit ’cause I’m off the Hen’ dawg
If I uh
There ain’t nothin’ left to admire
I been listenin’ to Mýa like woah
Don’t you let the love turn to pyro
How you let it drag on, spyro
Goin’ ’em at right hand, spirals
I’m seein’ Z after Z after Z
He, wait who after me, huh (Huh?)
Wait, don’t actually explain it and I don’t wanna know
I’m tired every time I come home
She all alone, it ain’t my fault
I’m livin’ life, she in the dark (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t got no bite, a lot of bark
I clear the room, so we can talk

[Chorus: J.I.D]
I been so down on my that luck stuff ain’t lookin’ up I need somethin’ that’s takin’ me higher
And maybe you mighta touchin’ and rushin’ look life kickin’ my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it’s when I’m spillin’ my guts on you
I’m trustin’ you’ll lovin’ me instead you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me
You can’t be
I need for somethin’ to save me
‘Cause little baby I’m tired

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
Tired (Tired)
That makes two of us
I’m a liar (Liar)
Where’s the truth in that?
I can’t figure how you run your mouth
You been so down on your luck, and stuff ain’t lookin’ up you need somethin’ that’s takin’ you higher
Maybe you’re out of touch in a rush
And life been kickin’ your butt, but that ignited your fire
And baby it’s when you’re spillin’ your guts
You don’t trust me, love me
‘Stead he call me a liar
Oh baby you really hate me, you can’t be
You need for somethin’ to say
‘Cause little baby you tired
Tired

[Outro]
Public service announcement
Niggas ain’t shit
(Niggas ain’t shit but a tongue and a dick)
Hey
(Niggas ain’t shit but a) What? (And a dick)
Niggas ain’t shit but a tongue and a dick
Ok
(He ask me where I’m at like I owe him shit)
Period