(What?) Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here You got that right I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please! Yes! Hello! Shit, what the fuck you want? Hmmm... Let me get a Cosmo. What the fuck you want?

I can't take it man. Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee? Mmmhmm. Damn man. Sho' can't. You think this is gonna eva' change? Man damn this place man! Damn these chains! These damn Chitlins every damn night. This cotton.

Old Friends- Old Friends- Pitchin' pennies in the park Playin' Croquette till it's dark Old Friends- Hmmm! Old Friends. Swappin' lies of life and loves Pitchin' popcorn to the doves Hmmm! Old Friends.

Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah!) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah!) Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (Yeah!) Hmm, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (Yeah!) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Ooh, I'm feelin' like

Walk it back Hmmm, walk it back What, what would you Have had me say? Instead of what I said Where, where would I go? How could I follow that? Except to do what I did Which it's to

M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss) Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what? Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Oh, damn (oh, damn) That flavor, flavor so good

Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm That's not who you are That's just not your job Stop tryna be God, God 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

And I shiver all over, I shiver all over I shiver all over, 'cause I ain't got you, hmm I wear shades 'cause my eyes are red I got a headache that just won't go away It's a wonder that I'm not dead I get the blues in the mornin' So bad, I scare myself My

To see my family. Don't think I'm happy cause I smile when you see me out. Oh I'm begging Lord to save me and let me go, And keep it inside, Dry eyes, while my brother weeps. Save my soul, Please Father let me go. Hmm let me go, Please Father let me go,

Balance ton quoi D'aller te faire en, hmm- Laisse-moi te chanter Même si tu parles mal des filles je sais qu'au fond t'as compris Balance ton quoi, un jour peut-être ça changera Ouais j'passerai pas à la radio Parce que mes mots sont pas très beaux Ouais