Oh oh woah oh Yeah, we owned the night Tell me have you ever wanted Someone so much it hurts? Your lips keep trying to speak But you just can't find the words Well I had this dream once I held it in my hands She was the purest beauty

Don't be spiteful Don't get too caught up with that nigga 'Cause you got you a nigga What we had wasn't love, love, love, love, yeah Don't hate on my new bitches And I won't be spiteful I see you takin' shots girl I see you ain't forgot girl Take us out

We rock the world, ooh, yeah We didn't listen when they said it can't be done It's gonna make the papers This shit's gon' hit the news 'Cause fear don't haunt the madness Got nothing left to lose A hundred years from now There's still be talking, girl I

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah clip that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga

I'm just an R&B thug, babe Ooh, ooh, ooh Tryin' to get some ass, babe Do you wanna thug, babe? Lookin' for some love, babe Do you wanna date, babe? Aah, aah, aah Keep on jumpin' like an Impala You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what

You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah Hoping that they don't revive a nigga and bring me back to life And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down That's all right (buck, buck) I don't die

Love it's always worth it Love everyone deserves it It's the friend that you holds you're hand When nobody understands Love it wants to heal you love And see the real you But you have to open up when you need a little love Need a little love When the

Yeah, like swoosh Now how ya like me now Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, now how ya like me now Got the shit goin' till six Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks

I'm a white black candy, yeah And I'm with you, I'ma go in your body Put on you some Louis swag Everything that you are I'ma Gucci Gucci gang Tu vas bomber à Gucci gang Plein de mala à Gucci gang Tu vas couler à Gucci gang Gucci Gucci gang, gang

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