You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

Ahem, now last time I talked on a song with Boat, uh Y'all broke ass niggas was hatin' Only difference this time is He surpassed all y'all broke ass niggas Uh, all day I'm rocked up Plottin' on a bad bitch to come and suck dick Cook French toast and

Come talk to me Come on, come talk to me I did not come to steal This all is so unreal Now come on, come talk to me The wretched desert takes its form The jackal proud and tight In search of you I feel my way Through slowest heaving night

This is how we talk to the world Pure liquid fire running through our veins We're in this alone, we bow to no one Carved by the waves, our sacred temple Sing the praises of no flag, we set the tone This is no fiction, we've come to an end now Our

When you gonna come around? We’ve never been together is just something we talk about I’ve been waitin’ with a heart full of love Just for you to say it feels right enough. I’ve been a-waiting and a-wondering, When you’re gonna give in and just give it

When you were young He doesn't look a thing like Jesus You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to You play forgiveness Watch it now, here he comes But he talks like a gentlemen Like you imagined when you were young To save your from

None other has ever known And He walks with me, and He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God

Don't you be afraid to Let me elevate you Welcome you to super, duper, Jupiter love I think it's time we a trip to the bed (bed) Girl yo body's talkin' and I'm lovin' what she said (she said) I think it's time we take a trip to the bed (bed) Girl yo

Somebody's been drinkin' and got to thinkin' 'bout us I got a fire in the backyard, half of bottle of Goose And a spot on my shoulder so baby come on over Somebody else has been drinkin' too It's just the cherry bombs talkin' when you're hittin' me up

Eighteen years had come and gone For mama they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin' not to cry Mama kept on talking Putting off goodbye Then she took my hand and said "Baby, don't forget