Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on You're anybody's baby when your mama's gone Pretty lady, get back Pretty lady, yea, sweet thing Sophisticated lady tryin' to change my ways Just because you're caught in your social maze I think it's 'bout time

Yeah, you know, I smashed Foreign Spanish jawn, I really like your lemonade I put Cartiers all over my bitch's face She just got apparel, all because a nigga paid Put her in the past, 'cause you know Yeah, I smashed, yeah Shawty let me smash So I put her

Heart tonight And take a little bit of my No, I literally don’t mind Just please don’t misplace it No, baby be mine now Baby, be mine now Take a little bit of my Maybe it’s time we put our hearts in a parallel line So come on and

Boogie, the situation wrecks me Boogie, I can't stand the way you do it (boogie child) Boogie, bad girl don't put me through it I just want to lay my love on you, that boogie child she can Boogie, ah, you sexy, sexy (boogie child) Boogie, and I'm in too

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

This is for Matilda And she needs you This is from This is from Matilda Just like Johnny Flynn said, 'the breath I've taken and the one I must' to go on Put the grenade pin in your hand, so you understand who's boss My defeat sleeps top to toe with her

Lay it down, let it go, fall in love Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down Hey lay it down Put your head on the floor I just met you, just the other day Everything started flowing my way I just love you, really I just love you for yourself I don't want

Shatter like glass Come apart in my hands Take as long as it takes, girl Put your head on my chest Let me help you forget When your heart needs to break Just break on me There'll be days your heart don't wanna beat

Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do That's cuttin' all into my time with you Are we still good? Are we still good? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change