Classified – Rap Sh*t Lyrics

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[Chorus]
I wrote a whole verse about rap shit
Then scrapped it
Like what the fuck, ain’t nobody wanna hear me rap about
How I spit metaphors and get busy any more
Got a whole lot of time these days
Me and my naive ways
Keep the change, when you coming with the cheap talk
We don’t hear nothing when the beat drop (drop)

[Verse 1 – Classified]
This the type of shit you never hear about
Question my position and my whereabouts
Say I ain’t a success ’cause I got a 6s
IPhone signal failing like my piss test
Man oh man, we do it first rate (first rate)
Back on the horse ’til the spurs break (spurs break)
Eight days a week, 25 hours a day
We one up ’em, double ’em, triple ’em
Bust ’em, ’cause I’m trying to tell ’em life happens (life happens)
So pack your life jacket when you’re kayaking through the white rapids
Are we clear now? (Aye-aye captain)
Every hoodie that I own smell like marijuana smoke
Call it high fashion, this is live action, ain’t no CGI
Hip-hop ain’t the same since Nate Dogg died
My Momma keeps telling me my eyes look tired
But I’m just trying to make it through the week though

[Chorus]
I wrote a whole verse about rap shit (then what?)
Then scrapped it (hahaha)
Like what the fuck, ain’t nobody wanna hear about
How I spit metaphors and keep it real anymore
Got a whole lot of time these days (too much)
Me and my naive ways
Keep the change, when you coming with the cheap talk
We don’t hear nothing when the beat drop (drop)

[Bridge]
Back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go

[Verse 2 – Dax]
I go back to back
Hundred some shows, I go map to map
Ripping wife beaters and performing with a fanny pack
A battle rap, hell I be bending bars like I’m Affleck
Dissecting bars, just like I’m Dr. Dre at the Aftermath
Make rap great again
Impeach the fake, take away streams
Everybody pays for them
Ain’t nobody saving them
I tried to offer help to a nigga
He starting mumbling so I didn’t know what to say to him
All I do is catch dubs, all I’m tryna do is win
Both mean the same, so I’m sitting in a synonym
Spinning killers, getting in while overlap is skipping him
Duck Dodge dripping in the rate, with some spinning rims
Tryna rap with me is something that you can handle
I been on the kill track, you will get dismantled
I know where you at just like a social media handle
I’m on like a light synonym, I’m a candle

[Chorus]
I wrote a whole verse about rap shit (about rap shit?)
Then scrapped it (hahaha)
Like what the fuck, ain’t nobody wanna hear about
How I spit metaphors and get ill anymore
Got a whole lot of time these days (too much)
Me and my naive ways
Keep the change, when you coming with the cheap talk
We don’t hear nothing when the beat drop (drop)

[Bridge]
Back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go

[Verse 3 – Snak The Ripper]
I’m going hard in the Mack give your heart an attack
Scrap midgets on crack, still ain’t harder than Snak
This is real life shit, ain’t a part of the act
Every ad lib sound like I barfed on the track
New kid, new me, really nothing new though
Fuck the politics, I ain’t Justin Trudeau
If you heard it on the internet is must be true bro
Obstacles arise and I punch right through those
I’m too nice, they calling me a brick and an asshole
Pubes in they teeth, ’cause my dick got an afro
Smoke mad weed, I don’t hit no tobacco
Don’t fit in no lanes so I stick to the back row
Better watch out when I come through
‘Cause I might make a scene
Never gonna back down, fall off, or lose sight of my dream (no)
Gonna need intervention ’cause I write like a fiend
Never gonna rest or get sleep, bitch I’m like a machine

[Outro]
I wrote a whole verse about rap shit
Back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go

Mac Lucci – Cali Life Lyrics (feat. Smokey Lane)

[Intro]
(Dae One… Let’s do this)
Its the cali life
(Dae One… Let’s do this)
Its the cali life
(California lifestyle)
Its the cali life
(Bang-Bang homie, Bang)
Its the cali life
(D.P.G)
Its the cali life

[Verse 1]
4 blunts to your brain, baby Snoop Dogg
White girl want to blame she from Utah
We get it master kush from the weed clinic
That pretty car, pretty tinted thats me in it
Smoke weed everyday Nate Dogg
They say life is a game and I it play hard
Went from a street rapper to the limelight
Couple G’s on my neck and they shine bright
Dedicated to the critics who don’t know me
I’m still the best player underrated like Kobe
Hot till the day I retire
We smoking on stress weed while choking on fire
I was 8 years in the streets picking loquats
10 years later, ’twas me in the dope spot
Run up on a nigga like me you hope not
My niggas gang bang and they’ll aim at yo top

[Hook]
Cali life living
Mind on the [?]
Bitches, swtiches everybody in them
Promotion will evolve all the way to the top
(catch-)Catch me at the mall with a fly full of “OOOO”
Ain’t nothing changed, still sunny days
(oooh its just that west coast livin)
Cali life changed, Cali life mayne
(oooh its just that west coast livin)

[Verse 2]
And there ain’t no telling what Mac Luc- selling
California hustler Im a fly young fella
Bag full of rock ’bout the size of a melon
Dollar sign on my eye money sign what I’m repping
Pussy feel good but the cheddar feel better
Blowing smoke in the air so in love with the weather
Higher than a motherf**ker I ain’t gotta do the leather
Hit the swap meet next to white tee with whatever
Foreign kicks with some cargo shorts
Just left the medical spot, we all gone smoke
L.A. is my city you can see it on my hat
Ballin through the supermark[et] bitches staring at my tats
Its a fact that they staring at a Mac
Take ’em back to the crib now they staring at the trap
Niggas looking at my hard must be staring at my hat
Approach my front lawn and they staring at my gat

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Now we don’t trip over no bitch kid its just what it is
Put a coat on a goat and a wig on a pig
Better watch where you pimpin’ and killin’ on [?]
Criminals come and kidnap your bitch
Better watch your dress code B’s and C’s
All them other suckers copycats, deez (these) is G’s
I love Cali like I love paper
Pocket full of blood money blue chuck taylor
Don’t ever approach a gun fight swinging with a knife
Bullets ignite on sight this the Cali life
You can ball over night if you do it right
Hit the wrong gas station you could lose your life
Are you an aggressor or a finesser
Someone low key can’t handle the pressure
Keep your head to the sky these niggas will test ya
Stashin’ dope real good these pigs will stretch ya

CALIFORNIA!

[Hook x2]

It’s the Cali life
It’s the Cali life
It’s the Cali life
(oooo It’s just that west-coast living)
It’s the Cali life
It’s the Cali life
It’s the Cali life

Ski Mask the Slump God – My Mind

[Intro]
Natra
Yuh, fuck out my mind, bottle, ayy
Six on me, six, ayy, gold on me, hey
Bottle

[Chorus]
I can’t control, this mind of mine, huh
Yet I climb, huh, and I get high
I can’t control, this mind of mine
Yet I climb, while I get high

[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, I tell ’em one hunnid, ’cause I’m one hunnid
And her nigga runnin’, when I’m in her tummy
Ayy-ayy, these niggas so ass, I bought them a seat cushion
Niggas so sad, tryna be the shit like poopy pushin’
Said these niggas cats, like they Chinese food
They don’t want beef, likin’ Tofu
Got my balls in the right spot, like Kill Bill, dawg
I’m not Nate Dogg, but got a whole soul, huh
Uh, so tell them niggas three hunna, ’cause my age is three hunna
Roman Gucci toga, cost me ’bout six baby strollers
Ayy, she wanna tell me somethin’ special
Just like she a fortune cookie, or wet like loogie
When she be droppin’ that neck
I just humina, humina, humina, okay, ayy
Just like I was a lil’ flower seed
You was a Sun to me, I take your energy
Drop-top like Kennedy, heard what I said to these people
Speak with them bees, like I’m spendin’ on Louie tees

[Chorus]
I can’t control, this mind of mine, I
Yet I climb, and I get high (it’s a mothafuckin’ celebration)
I can’t control, this mind of mine (you can’t stop me, wooh!)
Yet I climb, while I get high

ASAP Ferg – Nasty (Who Dat) (feat. Migos) (Still Striving Album)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Migos, Ferg)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All these dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Quavo]
Stars in the ceilin’, Wraith top
Who dat rich mothafucka named Takeoff?
Bad bitch ass soft, beat her face off
Lawyer Jew, was ’bout that paper, knock that case off
(Quavo) Ice shine bright, one hell of a night (ice)
Once I hit it one time, bet I make her swipe (cash)
Beat the pussy, Ike, Mike Tyson bite (woo)Early A.M. on the red eye flight
A1 dope, nigga can’t forget the steak sauce
Same hoes everywhere I go, Nate Dogg
We run from the red dog, pick up when that bag call
Flew to New York ’bout that thread talk, put on when Ferg call
(Blrrt blrrt!) Hello, what’s up? Yeah, it’s my brother Ferg
Double park that Bentley (skrrt) on the Harlem curb (brrr)
I can flip a pigeon and a dirty bird (brrr)
Chopper with precision, you better mind your business

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

DILLON FRANCIS – Say Less lyrics

Dylon, Dylon with the boom pow
Every week now I switch to a new style
Two 12’s in the back just blew out
Everything I do end up in the news now
Leave the club with a few now
Just some Hollywood girls and they do chow
I’m drunk, I’m drunk in the mood now
2 AM what you wanna do now?
(What you wanna do now?)

Look baby, pass the Stella
Don’t spill on me, that’s Margiela
Got this Oakland game to tell her
Goddamn, she look familiar
Think we hooked up at Coachella
What’s her name? Isabella? Isa- uhhh… forget it

That’s like a week ago
But we both know how weekends go
Tryna function, got some places we could go
Lock jaw got me speakin slow like
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck?
Yes on yes on yes on yes

Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less (yeah)
Say less

Ay girl, what it do do
If u got friends, cool bring a few through
No fun if the homies can’t have none
R.I.P. Nate Dogg shit is too true
And you know what I’m down for
Round 2, Round 3 into Round 4
Mood switched when she knocked at the front door
Next up was the uproar, yeah

Was like a week ago, but we both know how weekends go
Tryna tuck off got some places we could go
Swear she got the deepest throat like wow
She’s blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck?
Yes on yes on yes on yes

Say Less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less (yeah)
Say less

Sheesh, what you sayin? I don’t understand
Goddamn, I’m out my mind I popped another Xan
Sheesh, I swear this lock jaw got me stuttering
Goddamn, girl, you so fine, I’d fall in love again
Sheesh, gettin’ faded is my favorite rush
Goddamn, you talkative, ain’t gotta say too much
Be quiet, who got some grapes? I’m tryna roll some trees
Goddamn, uppers and downers, I’m off both of these
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
Too sedated, no conversation
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
Too sedated, no conversation
Please say less
Please say less
Please say less
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck?
Yes on yes on yes on yes

Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less

Say less – Dillon Francis feat. G-Eazy lyrics

Lyrics Dillon Francis – Say less

Dylon, Dylon with the boom pow
Every week now I switch to a new style
Two 12’s in the back just blew out
Everything I do end up in the news now
Leave the club with a few now
Just some Hollywood girls and they do chow
I’m drunk, I’m drunk in the mood now
2 AM what you wanna do now?
(What you wanna do now?)(say less)

Look baby, pass the Stella
Don’t spill on me, that’s Margiela
Got this Oakland game to tell her
Goddamn, she look familiar
Think we hooked up at Coachella
What’s her name? Isabella? Isa uhhhh.. forget it.

That’s like a week ago
But we both know how weekends go
Tryna function, got some places we could go
Lock jaw got me speakin slow like
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS versuri-lyrics.info
You tryna f*ck?
Yes on yes on yes on yes.

Say lessss
Say lessss
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say lessss
Say lesss.

Ay girl, what it do do
If u got friends, cool bring a few through
No fun if the homies can’t have none
R.I.P. Nate Dogg shit is too true
And you know what I’m down for
Round 2, Round 3 into Round 4
Mood switched when she knocked at the front door
Next up was the uproar, yeah.

Was like a week ago, but we both know how weekends go
Tryna tuck off got some places we could go
Swear she got the deepest throat like wow
She’s blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna f*ck?
Yes on yes on yes on yes.

Say Less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less (yeah)
Say lessss.

Sheesh, what you sayin? I don’t understand
Goddamn, I’m out my mind I popped another Xan
Sheesh, I swear this lock jaw got me stuttering
Goddamn, girl, you so fine, I’d fall in love again
Sheesh, gettin’ faded is my favorite rush
Goddamn, you talkative, ain’t gotta say too much
Be quiet, who got some grapes? I’m tryna roll some trees
Goddamn, uppers and downers, I’m off both of these
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
Too sedated, no conversation
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
Too sedated, no conversation
Please say less
Please say less
Please say less
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna f*ck?
Yes on yes on yes on yes.

Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say lesss. (x2)
Dillon Francis lyrics
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Vitrine – Vald featuring Damso paroles

Paroles Vald – Vitrine

J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La bitch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrine en fumée de weed
Vitrine en feu
J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La bitch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrine en fumée de weed
Vitrine en feu
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vie
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vie.

Souviens-toi quand t’étais moche, personne voulait d’toi
Tu ne faisais que sucer des bites, t’as bu l’sperme de toute l’équipe
Aujourd’hui, tu fais ta gueule, t’as refait ton cul squelettique
Charnelle est la gymnastique versuri-lyrics.info
J’suis dans le hood, hood, j’fais que fumer des spliffs
J’encule la morale et l’éthique, j’suis sans manière
Dans sa schneck, j’y mets formes géométriques
Police sur bande kilométrique
Y’a ceux qui ont le barreau, y’a ceux qu’ont la barrette de shit
Et ceux qui nous dénoncent aux flics
Intouchable comme la chatte sidatique d’une b*tch
Oh non, j’ai de la beuh pour toi, un peu d’O.G. pour toi
Un peu de lean pour toi, legging en sueur, elle mouille
Suce-moi la teub au lieu d’casser les couilles, pute
V-A-L-D-A-M-So, quelques pussy dans le bando
J’démarre sa puterie dans l’benzo
Triste vie, vitrine enfumée de bédo
J’fume ce pli, Dem’s, Dem’s.

Triste vie, derrière vitrineee, triste vie
Triste vie, derrière vitrineee, triste vie
J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La b*tch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrineee en fumée de weed
Vitrineee en feu.

Voiture bélier dans les charts, j’ai plié l’capot
Comme y’avait pas d’porte ouverte, j’ai pété l’carreau
Laisser K.O. ses séquelles, lui font péter l’tarot
Derrière vitrine comme derrière barreau, derrière vitrine comme derrière barreau.

Salope sur son 31
Pour sursaut dans ses reins
Le néon éclaire sa plastique, et son cœur en est un
Les jambes toujours plus ouvertes comme rappeur en déclin
Tes gens me parlent, dis-leur d’arrêter
J’tire des grandes barres d’eucalyptus
Elle sort ses seins mais va rien allaiter
Elle sent le cul et l’beurre de karité
Ce rap est sale, c’est pas d’la variété
Ou bien d’la sorcellerie, faut les Garcimorer
Toutes ces garces mijaurées, maxi promo surpasse la qualité
Sacrifice de bébé dans berceau alité
Peut faire de toi une personnalité
J’tire sur le joint comme un enfant déscolarisé
Et sur ton équipe de tchoins désolidarisées
Jamais, Ô grand jamais, je ne peux pas
C’est très souvent l’affaire de deux doigts
J’suis devant toi mais, pourtant, tu n’es pas prêt de me voir
V-A-L-Damso, Seezy pour signer l’homicide, embuer les vitres de ton domicile
Un jour t’es contre, un jour t’es avec, j’te vois comme Al-Qaida
Un jour sur deux, j’ai envie d’péter la vitrine de BNP Paribas
Alcool et shit dans mon alliage
Le fond, la forme, je suis l’mariage
Aucune action du genre admirable
Population du genre à l’image de Dieu qui danse la Macarena
J’sors d’une ke-schne comme d’un marécage
Le cœur et la bite sont trop maniables
La querelle s’invite sur la capitale
Kamikaze navigue comme Qatari à Ris-Pa
J’roule Marie-Jeanne sans cocaina
J’cours après le temps et l’ocarina
Derrière les vitres teintées, je m’souviens d’l’anonymat.

J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La b*tch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrineee en fumée de weed
Vitrineee en feu
J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La b*tch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrine en fumée de weed
Vitrine en feu
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vie
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vieee.
Vald paroles
Video Vald

Snoop Dogg – Legend

[Hook]
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Even if I die, living Legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Always be a legend
A motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Used to whip a Lexus
I can die right now, still a legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Born to be a legend
A motherfucking legend

[Verse 1]
1996, I beat a 187 (murder was the case)
80 million sold, and I ain’t check the records
Checked a couple rappers, told ’em not to test me
Ask me who am I? Motherfucking legend
50 bitches naked
Nike ain’t my preference
Khaki with the Chucks
Now look how they dressing
Perfecting my profession
Someone call the reverend (Nate Dogg nigga)
Bury me alive, living legend
[Hook]
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Even if I die, living Legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Always be a legend
A motherfucking legend

[Verse 2]
Look, big dog, six broads, don’t matter to me
You knew niggas look madder than me
Came up with the doc, been around the world with ‘pac
Don’t compare another rapper to me
When I came and kicked them buildings over
Swear I always knew I’d never be the same
Was born to be a motherfucking legend
I ain’t never do it for no fucking fame

[Pre-hook]
Motherfucking legend
You know what I’m repping
20 million, 20 years ago
Cuh, you was like 7
You ain’t gotta like it
Bitch you gon’ respect it (Respek on my name!)
Look me in my eye
Motherfucking legend

[Hook]
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Even if I die, living Legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Always be a legend
A motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Used to whip a Lexus
I can die right now, still a legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Born to be a legend
A motherfucking legend

[Outro]
Mix purple with the yella
Kobe with Vanessa
Did it doggy style
Like upon the dresser
Look at my reflection
Motherfucking legend
Even when I die

Far East Movement – SXWME (feat. Jay Park) (Identity Album) letras

[Chorus]
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?

[Intro]
I said my lady
Say yeah
Say ooooh yes
Yes yes

[Verse 1]
Sexiest thing I ever seen
No filter thighs smoking like nicotine
Tryna stretch you out like a limousine
Sex on fire, spread the lotion like kerosene
Yea you I know I stay with it, wet up like bidet wit it
Ya body is my playground, time to 4play with it
Kill it get away with it, first 48
She relate no escape, build a case still stay in it
Lady take off
High sex drive got ya boy speeding with the brakes off
Burn that cake off
Turn that thang raw
You my main line give u FaceTime bout to break it down with my cape off
Bout to Pass it to the homie like she down w Nate Dogg
Blowing up the hood that lil mama napalm
Got me callin in the morning til the til the break a dawn
Lil sip of henny and it’s on

[Chorus]
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?

[Verse 2: Jay Park]
Look… I’ll love you harder than a rock girl
The moon shining like the diamonds on my watch girl
I love your bottom so let’s take it from the top girl
Red light district but don’t let that stop you
There ain’t nothin wrong with a lil’ bump and grind
Yeah we be up all night fuckin’ til’ the sun come up
Girl lemme break yo walls like I was the juggernaut
Yeah it’s the renaissance what I do is a work of art
Let’s get lit off the champagne
Turn off yo phone who cares what yo man’s sayin’
Get nasty like the old LL
We’ll be doin’ it and doin’ it and doin’ it well
Play with it lemme watchya
Notorious when I’m in the sauce
I gotta gun between my legs bout to shoot up yo place
Cause I love it when you call me Big Poppa

[Chorus]
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?

[Bridge]
Now can i get nasty baby?
I wanna spread your legs open wide
And lick you up
And lick you down
I said lick you up
And lick you down
Now I’m gonna turn your body over
Make you scream over and over, yeah…
I can give it to you
I can give it to you
Give it Give it Give it to you … baby

[Chorus]
Baby, you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?
Baby, you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?

Far East Movement – SXWME

[Chorus]
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?

[Intro]
I said my lady
Say yeah
Say ooooh yes
Yes yes
[Verse 1]
Sexiest thing I ever seen
No filter thighs smoking like nicotine
Tryna stretch you out like a limousine
Sex on fire, spread the lotion like kerosene
Yea you I know I stay with it, wet up like bidet wit it
Ya body is my playground, time to 4play with it
Kill it get away with it, first 48
She relate no escape, build a case still stay in it
Lady take off
High sex drive got ya boy speeding with the brakes off
Burn that cake off
Turn that thang raw
You my main line give u FaceTime bout to break it down with my cape off
Bout to Pass it to the homie like she down w Nate Dogg
Blowing up the hood that lil mama napalm
Got me callin in the morning til the til the break a dawn
Lil sip of henny and it’s on

[Chorus]
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?

[Verse 2: Jay Park]
Look… I’ll love you harder than a rock girl
The moon shining like the diamonds on my watch girl
I love your bottom so let’s take it from the top girl
Red light district but don’t let that stop you
There ain’t nothin wrong with a lil’ bump and grind
Yeah we be up all night fuckin’ til’ the sun come up
Girl lemme break yo walls like I was the juggernaut
Yeah it’s the renaissance what I do is a work of art
Let’s get lit off the champagne
Turn off yo phone who cares what yo man’s sayin’
Get nasty like the old LL
We’ll be doin’ it and doin’ it and doin’ it well
Play with it lemme watchya
Notorious when I’m in the sauce
I gotta gun between my legs bout to shoot up yo place
Cause I love it when you call me Big Poppa

[Chorus]
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?
Baby, if you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?

[Bridge]
Now can i get nasty baby?
I wanna spread your legs open wide
And lick you up
And lick you down
I said lick you up
And lick you down
Now I’m gonna turn your body over
Make you scream over and over, yeah…
I can give it to you
I can give it to you
Give it Give it Give it to you … baby

[Chorus]
Baby, you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?
Baby, you want me to be
I can be your new fantasy
Love me all and fulfil my needs
Don’t you want to have SXWME?