Hello, hello, hello, how low Here we are now, entertain us Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous I feel stupid and contagious A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to

Something for the fans I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don't Please don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with

My niggas got a streetsweeper, air the whole block out Fuck around and blow the whole stock out Real street nigga, we gon' fuck around and pop out We gon' bend your block and we gon' spin again (spin again) If she wanna fuck, she gotta bring a friend

Forsaken, I walk the line alone No sanctuary No place for me to call my home But it's time to break the cycle You come alive just to fuck with the cycle Bring an end to the suffering I was shadowed or black out, storming the background One man's whisper

Let me know it's on and I'll bring my friends I can introduce them to all your friends If they get along, we can all be friends Or I could come alone, just me, you, on our own 'Cause your friend's daddy got a real big house Real big house, real big house

Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's play ring around the Rosé You (Are you comin') (Know I want it) Bring you friend around, yeah (Bring your friends around, yeah) (Ring around the Rosé, yeah) Aw babe, aw babe All my guys, I just came with

I can't control myself around you And only you can chase the pain away You bring too much sunlight to my day Olé, you bring too much sunlight to my day Lowkey, you won't tell none of your friends about me You won't tell them I occupy your dreams and your

Oh, how I dream Let it be me, my love And a table that feels your fingertips Let it be me, let me be your love Bring an end to the endless days and nights Like a lover, the velvet moon Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep Its light arrives on

At my command, Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem! Consumed by tongues ov fire Burning like Phlegethon Holy gardens reduced to ash Extinguishing light ov hope Bringing the end ov the days Words ov my gospel scattered

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like