Tag: AM

[Verse 1]
Wait a sec, wait a minute
Don’t compare me to them other niggas
Never fear, Smith & Wesson
I’m about to go to war, gon’ pleasure bitches
Where the real friends at when you really need ’em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain’t even see ’em
I got my own lane, lonely
What happen to the bitches in the party?
A 100 bottles that was every weekend
Bitches bodied in my crib like the Colosseum
After 3 AM, you know we getting freaky
Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings
Tired of the fake loving
Fake Hollywood, fake passion
Fake gang banging and they claiming on pop shit
Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, I be cryin’

[Verse 2]
Too with it, nigga, bring a bottle
And if it’s my time to go, I’m taking everybody
Don’t care, my nigga, we shootin’ anybody
And if it ain’t your girl, then nigga, don’t worry about it
I hear ’em talking down on me, down on me
But where they at when I ain’t got a 100 rounds on me?
I think I had it up to here, my niggas
You know your killers, they fear my niggas
So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do?
Dancing round the issue, bitch you know you’re running out of moves
I keep it real my nigga
This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil my nigga
Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my nigga
Got the mic at the horror room and we feel like thriller
Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid
But hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend it
Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn’t believe what he said to me
To take this contract, signature please
You can have it all, but you know your soul, I’ma keep that
Bad luck, bad luck, yeah you know it come in threes
Bet I never did this, I’m the only one who sees
I’ve got the fire blazing, burning all the weed
I think this hell ain’t hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah

[Verse 3]
Two feet off the ground, oh oh, like
Why am I living here?
Up and down, up and down
I think I might drown from my tears
I cry
Just might being sold
Too many tears, I’m thinking ’bout ending here
Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol

[Hook]
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, get behind the yellow tape
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, get behind the yellow tape

[Verse 4]
Wonder if God got a sense of humor
I hope you know that he can see all the shit you doing
My mama said no matter how that he still listen to me
Taking temptation and fornication, you know I love the pussy
Mister assume there no connection, it was all assumptions
She just wanna fuck
Whatever happened to us love making?
You don’t wanna be in the club

[Verse 1]
Gave you all the secrets now you creepin’ in the window
3 AM, I’m boozin’ on my body while the wind blow
Singing to the people, I sit back and watch my sins blow
Do you get down like that?
Do you really get down like that?
Took it in, you got to mash right back
Buckle up cause that ass might crash, yea

[Hook]
And I don’t really trust nobody
And I don’t really trust nobody
And I don’t really trust nobody
Cause I don’t really trust no, trust no
Trust no one, unless you give me your soul
Give me your soul
Give me your, give me your

[Verse 2]
Chucky’s coming, get to running if you wanna live your life
Baby stay around the sun, them creeps gon’ find you in the night
In the night, in the night, in the night
Moving on the win, looking back for what we left
Leave the crib at 3 AM to cop a cigarette
Just figured out the plan and I’ma stick with it
Hard to talk to people now cause I’m just different
I lost my mind so many times, and I’m scared of losing face
I gave my all and now I don’t have anything to lend

[Bridge]
You don’t understand the switch up
Look inside the bigger picture
You just want to take me with you
Wait a lil’, when the pill gon hit you
You don’t understand the switch up
Look inside the bigger picture

[Hook]
And I don’t really trust nobody
And I don’t really trust nobody
And I don’t really trust nobody
Cause I don’t really trust no, trust no
Trust no one, unless you give me your soul
Give me your soul
Give me your, give me your
Give me your soul, give me your soul

[Outro]
Chucky’s coming, get to running if you wanna live your life
Baby stay around the sun, them creeps gon’ find you in the night
Chucky’s coming, get to running if you wanna live your life
Baby stay around the sun, them creeps gon’ find you in the night
In the night, in the night
070, 070, 070, 070, 070, 070-0

[Hook]
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

[Verse 1]
Man’s from Grove, you already know
Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole
Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows
Asked who I am, she already knows
Gang only, gangdem, that’s bros
Fam know me, famdem, let’s go
"Can I get a verse?" Big fat no
Squad with smoke, click clack bow
Man chat nuff, go get a job
Girls want cuff, I just want gwop
You’re a wasteman, you’re a big fat slob
Don’t have a fit, don’t cry, don’t sob
Turn up to shows, I’m already drunk
Shelling down grime, I don’t do funk
Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch
And the barrel come long like a elephant’s trunk (Wah?)
Stepping on checks, stepping onstage
I don’t want a beat from them man, that’s dead
If it ain’t Nyge or Faze then it’s Tre
Cuh the beat sound like an impact to the head
Backstage entrance, no front door
Got a plus 10 and they’ve got a plus 4
Man do graveyard when I’m on tour
Don’t chase girls, lose one, there’s more

[Hook]
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

[Verse 2]
I’m in the green room
All my Gs dem smoking with the green
Crem am-am to the dome
This big fat bud, no seed
My riders got a couple bottles
Red Bulls in the tiles for the Gs
Girls tryna leech
I ain’t here for the pum, man came for the P
So show me the money, man shut down for the money
Lock off the rave for the money
Man don’t give out my bars, that’s money
Man won’t promote your garms, that’s money
Yeah, I’m a tank on stage like Kanté
Stir up the waves like Ashanté
Ask a peng if she heard ‘Packages’, yes?
Off pant, take off the panty
Woah, pull up the deck when I turn up
Bare reloads, man ah burn up
Tryna’ stack bread, man ah earn up
If you never knew, better learn up
My guys got the MAC, no burger
Some new tings that you ain’t heard of
If you diss my guys, it’s a AM
If you diss my marge, it’s a murder

[Hook]
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

[Verse 1]
She paints in grey
And she closes her eyes
‘Till fireworks and palm trees almost look alike
She looks up to me and whispers
“I won’t be here in a year”

[Pre-Chorus 1]
So I take the long road to think and wonder why
I can’t sleep with all this sunlight
If there’s still evidence of us
Why can’t that be enough?
I don’t mean to drag you down
You taste just like you always do

[Chorus 1]
Isabelle hides so I can’t find my way
I’d give anything just to surround your dreams

[Verse 2]
The envy of the dead
The sound of scissors and sleep
I can’t believe you dreamed
And pulled all of your clothes off
You’re not supposed to drink
With what’s inside your purse
And not expect me not to call you out

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’m guiding your chin to my lips
Using only my fingertips
All we have are parking lots and nowhere to go
If you love me, then show me more

[Chorus 2]
Isabelle watches me from far away
I’d give anything just to surround your dreams
I know you like when the temperature rises to a boiling heat
The chlorine and wine found
He sees through her nightgown
And everything fades away

[Verse 3]
The stars awake
But we can’t see them out
So why pretend?
Is there a train that travels back to yours at 5 AM?
Or are we walking?
Car alarms and leaves that blow
They’re calling out our names
But it’s gone too far
Your butane mouth will spit me into flames

[Bridge]
Sorry ’bout it, I can’t help it
I’m an anarchist in love
And I forgot to call you
I can’t break you down while
I think about honey and the sweet New York sounds

[Chorus 3]
Isabelle hides so I can’t find my way
I’d give anything to carry on and on and on the same way
The temperature rises to this boiling heat
The chlorine and wine found
He sees through her nightgown
As Saturday burns away

[Outro]
Back in the days, when I was young
I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young
I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

When me go down town
Who will pick me up
4 AM but fuck it
Got so limb, barely drunk
On my way, I’m ’bout to blow up
I’m ’bout to blow up
I’m ’bout to blow up
I’m ’bout to blow up

You can ride the wave like you want it
4 o’clock in the morning
I need somebody, tell me are you that somebody
You, like Vegas baby, yeah you, gon’ take it baby, now

My baby calling
Caught in New Orleans
5 in the morning
If I’m being honest, yeah
You could get whatever you like from me
Like from me, like from me
Like from me, like from me
Now you got me in my feelings
Motherfucker got me again
You know how you got me like this
You got me all in, all in my feelings, yeah
Now you got me in my feelings
Motherfucker got me again
You know how you got me like this
You got me all in, all in my feelings, yeah

I’m beside myself
Can’t pick me up
I feel stupid, I ain’t usually so late
But I been sipping slow
And now I’m fucked up
The way I should
Trying my luck
Well like so so

You can ride the wave like you want it
4 o’clock in the morning
I need somebody, tell me are you that somebody
You, I can’t even fake it, yeah you, gon’ get me late now

My baby calling
Caught in New Orleans
5 in the morning
If I’m being honest, yeah
You could get whatever you like from me
Like from me, like from me
Like from me, like from me
Now you got me in my feelings
Motherfucker got me again
You know how you got me like this
You got me all in, all in my feelings, yeah
Now you got me in my feelings
Motherfucker got me again
You know how you got me like this
You got me all in, all in my feelings, yeah

Standing in front of this bed with some matches, watch it burn
I’ll pray my body burns too
Why do, I do the things I do
Things I do
And did it blind you, blind you
That you are the only one who can see what I’ve done
Eight years just to feel the same
I need to get up and make a change
Get up and get over this
My voice it echoes
My thoughts collide
You said I’m dead to you I prayed for you
Now you’re dreams can come true
There’s a place in my bed where you rested your head
Now I’m resting alone in this bed and it’s cold
I Feel like a ghost
These memories go up in smoke
You didn’t want to hear it
Did it make me delirious
Two, forty AM my room was
Why do, I do the things I do
Things I do
And did it blind you, blind you
That you are the only one who can see what I’ve done
Guess I’ll never know what I meant to you
These years been lonely
But at least it’s through
I’ll write a letter to my former self
Dear Sad Ghost, why’d you put your heart on a shelf?
You took the boy out of them
Is when you took the life out of me
Take a look into the mirror
But you don’t see yourself inside
Why don’t you grab a hold
You’ll be locked up here with me
Like it did with you
I know you’re drunk again
And I’m thinking clear
But when you write this down
At least try and sound a bit more sincere
Guess I’ll never know
What I meant to you
These years been lonely but at least it’s through
I’ll write a letter to my former self
Dear Sad Ghost, why’d you put your heart on a shelf?

[Intro]
DJ SpinKing
Dolla $ign

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big
[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Give ’em long dick, I need a deep throat
Talking here while the heat throw
Shooting at her face like a free throw
Now girls want the freak show
I got that make you cum out of your body
Dick done got her 100 miles and running
Dick up in her, fucking up her stomach
Finger in her booty, I’ma thumb it
I’m up at Luv’s and I’m straight cashin’
When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it
She on whatever I’m on, ain’t ask it
And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Go ‘head ask about me, she gon’ say I’m the shit
I pop pills and I fucked her, I bet she never forget
I caught her fresh out the shower
You know the pussy is power
And Bryson Tiller went off, I’ve been in that pussy an hour
Ay, these bitches fuck with me, wanna see ’em?
They’ve been all in my DM, nigga AM through the PM
Attract the bees with the honey
Get the hoes with the money
First the diamonds is blinking
Then the bitch get to thinking
I should fuck with a real nigga
Come up with a real nigga
Live it up with a real nigga
Grind till the paper all straight
Bag some up, sell some of the shit, weight, wait

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl take off them panties
I’m a grown man, understand me
Yeah, hit her with the long dick
She take it to the throat like a bong rip
Yeah, all the way down
You keep coming like K rounds
Ass up, face down
Go deep in the bitch, make her say owww
I be stroking
You niggas jacking off with lotion (ugh)
Niggas looking for a handout
Your bitch on the floor getting maxed out
Bam-bam-bow
Girl look back at it, how you like me now?
Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out
Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Come on
Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, 50 Young Graveyard
Spin we up

Oh babe
Never thought I would be like this
Wide awake waitin’ on a goodnight kiss
Sippin’ ninety proof
Talkin’ to the moon

Coutin’ down the hours till its two AM
Never thought I would be like this
But as long as the night ends with you in a yellow cab shootin’ me a text sayin’
Comin’ home soon
As long as I can bet on ya crawlin’ into bed after slippin’ out ya high heel shoes
I ain’t lyin’ sayin’ havin’ a good time
Out with your girls
Girl do what you do
No matter how late
Baby I’ll be stayin’ up
I can’t sleep without you

I’d be tossin’ and turnin’ all night babe
From the smell of your hair on the pillow case
Even if I tried without you by my side I’d be dreamin with my eyes open
I’d be tossin’ and turnin’ all night babe
But as long as the night ends with you in a yellow cab shootin’ me a text sayin’
Comin’ home soon

As long as I can bet on ya crawlin’ into bed after slippin’ out ya high heel shoes
I ain’t lyin sayin havin a good time
Out with your girls, girl do what you do
No matter how late
Baby I’ll be stayin’ up
I can’t sleep without you, no
I can’t sleep without you, no, no

I bet that DJ’S playin’ your song
And your carryin’ on
Baby I love the thought of that long as I know I’m the one you’re comin home to
But as long as the night ends with you in a yellow cab shootin’ me a text sayin’
Comin’ home soon

As long as I can bet on ya crawlin’ into bed after slippin’ out ya high heel shoes
I ain’t lyin sayin havin a good time
Out with your girls, girl do what you do
No matter how late
Baby I’ll be stayin’ up
I can’t sleep without you

Ya no matter how late baby I’ll be stayin up I can’t sleep without you no
Can’t sleep without you
I can’t sleep without you
Never thought I would be like this
Just wide awake waitin’ on a goodnight kiss

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Pour a cup for the bitches that ain’t scared to get down
Get down, get down
How many times I got ’em?
Light another for the bitch who’s just only in town for the weekend

[Hook: Chris Brown]
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I’ll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side
You know how a nigga feel ’bout wasting time
You know how I feel about waiting in line
You know he ain’t it, girl you’re wasting your time
You’ll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I’ll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side
How many times?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
How many times I gotta tell your ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell you I gotta chauffeur?
Think about it, think it over, everything is gon’ be kosher
Call me when you getting closer
If you take a taxi, how much I owe ya?
Don’t send me no naked pictures
If I can’t get naked with ya
This dick is our recognition
I don’t mind paying that commission
Is you with the shit or nah?
If we ain’t fucking then bitch, bon voyage
How many times? I said how many times?
Too many times and bitch I ain’t got time

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Okay phone off the hook, yeah that bitch won’t stop blinking
I’ll pick up for you though on the second ring
You’ve been drinking and drinking, you’re drinking for fun
And you drink for a reason
Yeah leave your boyfriend and call me when you’re leaving
Calling shots refereeing, no drama
Pussy so wet I’mma need Dramamine and mattress Aquafining
Boy I light the block up, young Billie Jeaning
I’m dodging the leeches, I’m signing agreements
I’m signing new artists, I sell out arenas
Swimming with the dolphins on the Dan Marino
Wine mixing, this shit like the Catalina
B-I-G, minus Puff and Lil Cease
I’m on my grind, 3 AM text like I need ya
Dream about the pussy, fuck it I’m a dreamer
Hold me down but don’t hold me back like I need you to, damn
I wrote myself a million dollar check in fifth grade
I put it on the wall and promised it’d be this way
She fuck me like she want the rent paid
Like she want that Oscar De La Renta
I slow it down like it’s her favourite ballad
Then go back up at it like I hadn’t had it
Straight up

[Hook (partial)]
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I’ll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side
How many times?

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I see these bitches in supperclub
Niggas got me throwing bottles up
Bottles with all of my homies
I’m feeling generous, throwing my money
She said she wanted the molly love
I gave her the dick but I’m not in love
I call out, “Bingo!” the minute I’m boning
Soon as I’m done, kick her out in the morning
Got xans when I turn up, it’s a party, bust it open
Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me
She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up
You wanna fuck with a thug
Now I see all these bitches got ass and they throwing
Damn, it’s just a matter of time ‘fore I’m gone
Drinking Ciroc and I know that she got it for free
I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it
He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks
Them bitches lit, dropping that ass to a split
Talking ’bout me, I’m the shit
I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars
And my niggas, they whipping the bricks

[Hook]

(Intro)
DJ SpinKing
Dolla $ign

(Chorus – Ty Dolla $ign)
You only had a few ni**as
You ain’t rachet like them other bi**hes
You ain’t got a no kids
You say you’ve never had a d**k this big
A dick this big
Said she never had a d**k this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a d**k this big

(Verse 1 – Jeremih)
Give ’em long d**k, I need a deep throat
Talking here while the heat throw
Shooting at her face like a free throw
Now girls want the freak show
I got that make you cum out of your body
Dick done got her 100 miles and running
Dick up in her, f**king up her stomach
Finger in her booty, I’ma thumb it
I’m up at Luv’s and I’m straight cashing
When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it
She on whatever I’m on, ain’t ask it
And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – 50 Cent)
Go head ask about me, she gon say I’m the s**t
I pop pills and I f**ked her, I bet she never forget
I caught her fresh out the shower
You know the pu**y is power
And Bryson Tiller went off, I’ve been in that pu**y an hour
Ay, these bi**hes f**k with me, wanna see em?
They’ve been all in my DM, ni**a AM through the PM
Attract the bees with the honey
Get the hoes with the money
First the diamonds is blinking
Then the bi**h get to thinking
I should f**k with a real ni**a
Come up with a real ni**a
Live it up with a real ni**a
Grind till the paper all straight
Bag some up, sell some of the s**t, weight, wait

(Verse 3 – Ty Dolla $ign)
Girl take off them panties
I’m a grown man, understand me
Yeah hit her with the long d**k
She take it to the throat like a bong rip
Yeah all the way down
You keep coming like K rounds
Ass up, face down
Go deep in the bi**h, make her say owww
I be stroking
You ni**as jacking off with lotion, ugh
Ni**as looking for a handout
Your bi**h on the floor getting maxed out
Bam-bam-bow
Girl look back at it, how you like me now?
Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out
Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro)
Come on
Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, 50 Young Graveyard
Spin we up

(Intro)
Baby you
Baby, baby you
Baby you, baby

(Verse 1 – The Game)
Baby you know you got me going crazy
You run around my head like these waves
Yeah baby you
You know that you the one that I adore
The one I introduce to Tom Ford at dinner
That was you
You’se the one I fell in love with
The one I move these drugs with
But now you on some f**k s**t
Anybody but you
I ain’t figured it, you would be the one to cut me
Leave me on the floor f**king bloody, God damn
Baby you, you had me fooled the whole time
Now you got me in King of Diamonds giving these hoes time
Girl, baby you
I can’t blame you though
When you see the door, you see the door
Now listen, baby you

(Chorus – Jason Derulo)
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

(Verse 2 – The Game)
Tell me how you think we living how we live?
Like you the one that put us in these cribs
Not me but baby you
Like I ain’t getting money for these shows
I guess you think I’m tripping on these hoes
They fans but look at you
Who in them Celine bags? Who in them Giuseppes?
Louboutins, wanna bet me? I win cause it’s you
You begged me to get on that show
I ain’t want it but you did
I’m a real ni**a I did it for you
You don’t see Swizz and Alicia
Kim K and Kanye arguing all the time
It’s just you
I begged you to marry me
Half a million dollars out my safe down the drain
But f**k it cause that was you
Damn we got some beautiful kids
But you never say it something we did
I guess your baby daddy you
Regardless of the s**t we go through
I got Jason in the booth, 2 AM singing s**t about you

(Chorus – Jason Derulo)
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

(Verse 3 – Jason Derulo)
Blood is money and I spent it on ya
Ain’t it funny how it ended up in
You said you’d go down for the last time
But we both know it’s not the last one
But I saved mine
Long as you going down
I’ma tell you what you want to hear
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah, oh
I’ma tell you baby
You got me, you get me
What you need a ring for?
When you got me baby, yeah, yeah
Don’t listen to what your friends say
Don’t listen to what other people say
Don’t listen to the blogs baby
Cause they full of s**t, oh, oh

(Outro)
Oh, oh
Yeah baby, yeah baby