Uh, I think she like me Oh, I think she like me I know her nigga don't like me With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be be Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be be Might hit it from the back, let her ride me Girl, you never meet another nigga like me

Uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah) This is anybody (Murderah) I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah) When darkness be be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin

Nothing can stop Uh huh, oh yeah From the bells of St Mary To the Count of Monte Cristo The sins of Memphisto Sally used to play with her hula hoops Now she tells her problems to therapy groups Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake Wondering if

Every lie you tell comes true (true) But I still wanna be be with you (you) I blame it on you (yeah) Bad boy make a bad girl, bad boy make a bad girl I blame it on you, I blame it on you You, I blame it on you, I blame it on you Uh-huh, so good, but I know

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

Yeah, yeah, yeah Will it take my death to see To see my destiny? They say I live in a fantasy I'm just lit off Hennessy, huh Yuh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah Baby kneel beneath me and bow to me Pulled up, drop top with speed Talk down I’ll pop the heat

I'mma one night stand, cuffing wasn't in the plans Until you came through, you was stunting with your friends You caught my eye, and we, we caught a vibe And then, I said let's ride, and you, hopped in my ride Yeah, yeah, girl that's right, huh You ain't

Oh we should sky, sky, sky, skydive, uh I just hope that you sure, uh And I pray we secured, oh yeah High, high, high, high tides, uh You can never be be sure, uh I just hope we mean more Life, life, life, life, life They told me don't jump with no plan, mhm

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'

What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh? You just want attention, you don't want my heart Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start (What are you doin'?) 'Cause you knew that I,