Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

I hate everybody in my hometown I just did a line of blow right now I don't wanna cry alone right now I don't wanna die alone right now Tell the rich kids to look at me now Kissing on Styrofoam right now I'm kissing on Styrofoam right now I wanna burn my

I don't wanna be a liar I don't wanna be a fool You can leave me in the dark if that's all I get from you He can be the sun I don't wanna be a secret but I will if you want me to I'll be the moon Yeah, he can be the sun, I'll be the moon The phone lights

Ride with my niggas Like fuck it, die with my niggas You a nigga with bitch ways You remind me of a bitch named Tiffany All hammers getting tucked And all bad bitches getting fucked I just wanna fuck Lil bitch so what? Nigga I don't give a fuck

Yo you wanna see something cool? What you got? Come look inside the rat hole, we got candy You like boobies don't you? Yeah how much? Thirteen bucks What the fuck that's a lot of fucking money

Yo voy a desafiarte a que bailes conmigo hoy Se moverán diez mil siluetas bajo la luz Vamos a amarnos y bailar hasta quemarnos al sol Nada va impedir que gane tu amor No esperes más, no Quiero estar perdida en tu mirada Libre entre tus brazos hechizada

I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You don't wanna play with my toy soldier I say it's on then it's on until your life is over Fuckin' with my

Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Get flee in a white tee You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah

(In my hood) Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane Five heartbeats left My homie off of Eddie Road He thinks he a damn chef Everybody schemed out Don’t nobody wanna work I was with him last week Now I got his name on my damn shirt (in my hood)

Like controlla, controlla, yeah I think I'd lie for you I think I'd die for you Jodeci "Cry for You" Do things when you want me to I do it how you say you want it Them girls, they just wanna take my money They don't want me to give you nothing They don't