Bye bye bye bye Wesh le gang (yuh) wesh c'est quoi les bails? (Yuh) Igo faut que j'me die (yuh) je veux que ça pète dans ma tête (yeah) Ça pue la merde (yuh) igo faut que je m'arrache (yuh) Ce soir j'fume la frappe (yuh) je veux que ça pète dans ma tête

When you gonna give it up to me So back it up deh, so pack it up yeah Cause I wanna be the man that's really gonna have it up And mack it up andslap it up yeah So what is up yeah you know you got the sinting I Nna me pants a develop and a swell up and

Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option If I can f-ck

I'll kiss all the women Get punched in the head I'll drink 'til it's empty Stay out 'til it's late You could offer the world, baby I'll wake up at midday and marry my bed But I'll take this instead Everybody's got somebody Yeah, yeah, yeah

Love the way you pay attention You notice everything So I give my everything My pain and my struggle My friend and my lover Feels like a forever thing Yeah, you take my everything So we can have everything Yeah, we gon' have everything

Get back, she's a bad motherfucker Fall back, she'll put you in your place Turn back if you know what's good for you Don't , it's a part of the chase What! What! Fuck yeah, let's go! Bad bitch stunna always down to ride She's the first one taking shots

I found love darling, yeah Don't patronize me Something it won't Here in the dark In these final hours I will lay down my heart But you don't No, you don't 'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

White lightning Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him Mighty, mighty pleasin' You're pappy's corn squeezin' But my pappy kept on cookin' Well, in North Carolina, way

My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh Unless you is my mama, yeah When I'm fucking, call me Papa, yeah I'm high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah I never say, "I love you" to these women, no They saying I'm a problem yeah No Nelly, no Nelly, it's getting hot

Yeah, it's a good, good, good to be alive It's a crazy, perfect, messed up, beautiful ride This world could throw me anything with you by my side Gonna find us a couple of glasses Gonna pour us a bottle of wine There ain't no better way to get this Long