Ace Hood – Devil Get Off Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Nation
Devil get off me. Devil get off me. Devil get off me Devil get off me. Devil get off me

[Hook]
It took a minute the vision we finally got it together
I gotta be smarter I gotta go harder I gotta be better
I’m gettin’ jealous, when I look in the mirror
I’ve been workin’ on clearing, all the negative spirits
Devil get off me, devil get off me
We on them jet-skis, we was on South Beach
Devil get off me, devil get off me
I put them vvs in the cross I’m covered in blessings, ya

[Verse 1]
Y’all go teaching again, niggas too eager to win
Niggas a sell they soul you give it right back they’ll sell it again
Niggas don’t plan for the end, everything gone in the wind
Doin’ all this for the kids, doin’ all this for the win
Gotta put food in the fridge, I can’t lose in the end
I ain’t gon thru it again, smoking on dope in the Benz
Boy back focused again. Boy back focused again
I wanna get loose in the rarai back to back to the party
So that I’m kinda gnarly dread locks rasta like I’m Marley
Call that bless on blessings, young nigga still manifested
Young nigga still progressing
Real nigga bossed up heavy, ayee

[Hook]
It took a minute the vision we finally got it together
I gotta be smarter I gotta go harder I gotta be better
I’m gettin’ jealous, when I look in the mirror
I’ve been workin’ on clearing, all the negative spirits
Devil get off me, devil get off me
We on them jet-skis, we was on South Beach
Devil get off me, devil get off me
I put them vvs in the cross I’m covered in blessings, ya

[Verse 2: Slim Diesel ]
I’ve been sick-n-tired each and every night keepin’ open mind
I’ve been livin life, somebody pray for me, somebody pray for me
I was on the grind workin’ doing over time tryna make a dime
I ain’t scared to line ain’t nobody wait for me ain’t nobody wait for me
Most of y’all niggas be see thru ya same ones who died need you ya
Ima get it all when the rent due ya Ima go hard ain’t taking no L
Back against the wall Ima do it myself
Pray to the lord when no one left… no one left… hmmmm no one left… no one left, look around the room ain’t no one left aye

[Hook]
It took a minute the vision we finally got it together
I gotta be smarter I gotta go harder I gotta be better
I’m gettin’ jealous, when I look in the mirror
I’ve been workin’ on clearing, all the negative spirits
Devil get off me, devil get off me
We on them jet-skis, we was on South Beach
Devil get off me, devil get off me
I put them vvs in the cross I’m covered in blessings, ya

LIL WAYNE – Fingers Hurting lyrics

[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the f*ck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 1]
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurtin
Let my bitches help, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin’ in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I’ma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ bout the third ward
The D.A. was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch body curvy like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her n*gger taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin’ on chinchilla, boy, I’m cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave on my Roots part two sh*t
Gotta let ’em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I’m home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin’ the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin’ bananas
I’m calm like a camel, I’m smokin’ that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y’all shippin’ keys, we shippin’ grand pianos
I’m in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I’m gone, two fingers up, bitch, I’m gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin’ my destiny going
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I’m on is private, my very own
So no checkin’ my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it’s on

[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the f*ck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 2]
Now I don’t get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don’t get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don’t do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin’ all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’
Let my bitches help me, ‘fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I’m gon’ get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ ’bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin’ suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin’, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And it’s the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I’m so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave, talking Roots part two and sh*t
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch

Flo Rida – Game Time (feat. Sage The Gemini)

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
I’mma hustler, baby, why you think they pay me?
Let me know when you’re ready to roll
Do 180 in the gray Mercedes
South Beach where they love me the most
And you know they gon’ watch me balling like I’m Michael Jordan
And always win like he did in the fourth
When the shots is falling and the phone’s recordin’
Yeah, you know that we doing the most

[Pre-Chorus: Flo Rida]
We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
Like we won the championship game
We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

[Verse 2: Sage the Gemini]
I’mma let you shop until your feet is sore
I’mma [?] the credit card made from [?]
It’s game time and I’m in the post
Nah, me and your ex can’t have the same score
Tryna hit the end zone ‘fore the friend zone
And maybe bring friends to the end zone
It’s up to you when we in Syracuse
Get you hot and cool you down, I got the damn flu

[Pre-Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
Like we won the championship game
We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

[Verse 3: Sage the Gemini]
Step back, hit ’em with the shake
Cross over, going hard in the paint
Hit that, money in the bank
All star, watch me do it all day
Step back, hit ’em with the shake
Cross over, going hard in the green
Hit that, money in the bank
All star, going hard

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

PnB Rock – Playa No More (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Quavo) (Gttm Goin Thru The Motions Album)

[Intro: PnB Rock + A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Playa no more
I don’t wanna be a playa no more
I don’t wanna be a playa no more
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I don’t wan’ be a playa with you
Girl I don’t understand what you
Want, but I’m tryna make plans with you
South Beach, don’t bring sand with you
South Beach, I hope you don’t bring sand with you
Out to eat, every menu, I’ll explain it to you
What you mean, you ain’t eatin’? I ain’t playin’ with you
I’m just sayin’ I’m the mothafuckin’ man, nigga
Louis checkers on my sweatshirt
Try to draw this, I’m an artist, you a sketcher
On my grown shit, I get nauseous tryna sweat her
I’m the coldest, I recorded this in a sweater

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Shawty I don’t wanna play them games no more
Used to be a dog, I ain’t the same no more, no
I ain’t tryna be forgettin’ names no more, no
I swear I ain’t dodgin’ Cupid’s aim no more
So shawty what’s up with you?
Ain’t gotta tell you, you already know I fuck with you
Pretty face, pretty smile, I’m in love with you
Sike, no, but maybe I can fall in love with you
Yeah, maybe, baby me plus you can be an item
All them bitches I be just hittin’, don’t really like ’em
I’ma keep it up with you, bitches, I just one night ’em
But with you it’s all the way different, I’m tryna wife you, girl

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Baby girl I hope the time is right
Time’s right
She said, "Quavo I hope your mind is right
I hope your mind is right"
Christian Loub’, she gon’ bleed tonight, yeah
Please tell me I ain’t bleedin’ right
When she leave I hope she need a ride
Then we pull up to the bando (SKRRR!)
I’m the one she call on (BRRRR)
I gotta leave my dogs alone (damn)
You can’t give an old dog a new bone
In other words, baby girl I’m comin’ on home

[Bridge: Quavo]
Girl you know we shine like diamonds in the sky
I don’t wanna be a playa no more, no I can’t lie

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

Russ – Manifest

[Verse 1: Russ]
Listenin’ to my old songs
Back when I would talk about
Things that hadn’t happened yet
But now I get to talk about
Just got back from South Beach
Collins Ave, Shore Club
Always celebrating what I want to see more of
Took my mom with me
Let her soak up all the sunshine
Let her watch the rain stop
All because her son shined
That’s what I call foresight
That’s what I call manifest

[Hook: Russ]
Movin’ to the rhythm
Of my intuition
Anything I want I
Speak into existence
That’s how I’m living
That’s how I’m winning

[Verse 2: Russ]
Five bands a show now
And you know it’s going up
Plays in the millions
Guess I’m finally blowing up
Oh what a feeling
Ten years makin’ beats
Patience taste bitter
But that after taste is so sweet
Could’ve stopped at anytime
Wouldn’t have believed this
People used to talk down
But now I got ’em speechless
That’s what I call foresight
That’s what I call manifest

[Hook: Russ]
Movin’ to the rhythm
Of my intuition
Any thing I want I
Speak into existence
That’s how I’m living
That’s how I’m winning

[Verse 3: Russ]
Look around, everyone soundin’ lazy
Am I the only one who does themselves on the daily?
I don’t wanna’ hear about these rappers with the same flows
Everybody cut, copy, pastin’, where’d the game go?
I remember when I was a kid that woulda’ warranted
Excommunication from the game, now they rewarding it
Got me so glad I know myself

[Hook: Russ]
Movin’ to the rhythm
Of my intuition
Any thing I want I
Speak into existence
That’s how I’m living
That’s how I’m winning

Tory Lanez – Wraith Talk (Prod. Araabmuzik) (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

[Intro]
Lightin’ up a Cuban cigar down Collins Ave
This that type of shit
Saucy, yeah, you know this that
It’s that light that Cuban cigar in the Wraith music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

[Verse 1]
Look uh, first off, I’m poppin’ nigga, fuck all y’all
Y’all lucky I don’t let this thing touch all y’all
Swavey, uh
It’s been a while man, uh
Say the name for a nigga greatest ever
New Toronto very own, bitch, I made another
Made songs ’bout Teyana and Karrueche
I should have pulled some fly shit and had them date each other

[Interlude]
Lemme talk my shit
I told y’all was gon be a lovely evenin’, I told you
This that shit you just
You just smoke an L to and sit the fuck back
And look at your life like, "Look what I did"

[Verse 2]
Uh, I run the city in my joggers
Niggas talkin’ like bloggers
Villas and apartments
Movin’ like Vinny Vargas
Case closed, deal open talkin’ large shit
Got me out on South Beach with the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doin’ Prime nigga
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doin’ time nigga
Lately I’ve been fuckin’ bitches two in time
Sellin’ flows, sellin’ shows, plus keepin’ you in line
Oh it’s hard
Still I do it and money it comin’ fluent
Spittin’ like I need to check my fluids
But I get a check from all these niggas like I’m Jewish
Stupid money comin’, got a nigga feelin’ foolish
I stunt harder, single number 1 charter
Two platinum plaque singles off of one starter
I been harder, been smarter
Boy, they got me movin’ like the hall of fame
Arm through the rim, Vince Carter
Your flow easy and your beats bore me
I done bossed up the city, whole street saw me
In a pair of a red bottoms and fatigues on me
Plugged up ’til the day they call police on me
Say my shit the hardest ’cause my shit the hardest
In ten years, we’ll check back ’bout who’s the bigger artist
Whole clique of artists and they ’bout to get shit started
Even though the kid alone, could have your shit deported
I see talkin’ slick now
I got a million for every word out your slick mouth
Lucky I can’t even argue with them little guys
I’m more focused on gettin’ niggas legitimised
I own the land, I own property, the enterprise
I’m still stuntin’, fuckin’ all your bitches inner thighs
My watch ten glass can get a nigga killed
P.E., gym class the way I’m in the field
Drove the Rolls round Toronto, show the kid’s its real
340 cash, fuck how niggas feel
I was broker than the joker
Now I need a bag
Spanish bitch la vida loca
Bitch name Coca and I stroke her in the hot tub
Niggas say it’s love, though it’s not love
So I’m in the VIP strip club section, I’m gettin’ hot rubs
Big dutty .45 on me, in case they pop up
‘Cause when the shot sober
Niggas leave you slouched over in the couch sofa
Dawg, especially when the block know ya
And your hater steady talkin, what they got for you
But your shooters in the drops over
Down to shoot a movie clip until the plots over

[Outro]
I’m not gon’ play nice with you niggas man
Fuck you want me to do? I’m sorry
Over here in one umbrella, you know
We got a no fuck nigga policy, know what I’m sayin’? One of those
I’m not one of them niggas that you just
You know you just see me out on a random blue
And you see me in my Wraith and you just pull up
And shoot your gun at me
You gotta make certain calls for that, baby
You gotta talk to certain people
Before you make those moves
Oh I know you

Tory Lanez – Wraith Talk Lyrics

[Intro]
Lightin’ up a Cuban cigar down Collins Ave
This that type of shit
Saucy, yeah, you know this that
It’s that light that Cuban cigar in the Wraith music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

[Verse 1]
Look uh, first off, I’m poppin’ nigga, fuck all y’all
Y’all lucky I don’t let this thing touch all y’all
Swavey, uh
It’s been a while man, uh
Say the name for a nigga greatest ever
New Toronto very own, bitch, I made another
Made songs ’bout Teyana and Karrueche
I should have pulled some fly shit and had them date each other

[Interlude]
Lemme talk my shit
I told y’all was gon be a lovely evenin’, I told you
This that shit you just
You just smoke an L to and sit the fuck back
And look at your life like, “Look what I did”

[Verse 2]
Uh, I run the city in my joggers
Niggas talkin’ like bloggers
Villas and apartments
Movin’ like Vinny Vargas
Case closed, deal open talkin’ large shit
Got me out on South Beach with the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doin’ Prime nigga
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doin’ time nigga
Lately I’ve been fuckin’ bitches two in time
Sellin’ flows, sellin’ shows, plus keepin’ you in line
Oh it’s hard
Still I do it and money it comin’ fluent
Spittin’ like I need to check my fluids
But I get a check from all these niggas like I’m Jewish
Stupid money comin’, got a nigga feelin’ foolish
I stunt harder, single number 1 charter
Two platinum plaque singles off of one starter
I been harder, been smarter
Boy, they got me movin’ like the hall of fame
Arm through the rim, Vince Carter
Your flow easy and your beats bore me
I done bossed up the city, whole street saw me
In a pair of a red bottoms and fatigues on me
Plugged up ’til the day they call police on me
Say my shit the hardest ’cause my shit the hardest
In ten years, we’ll check back ’bout who’s the bigger artist
Whole clique of artists and they ’bout to get shit started
Even though the kid alone, could have your shit deported
I see talkin’ slick now
I got a million for every word out your slick mouth
Lucky I can’t even argue with them little guys
I’m more focused on gettin’ niggas legitimised
I own the land, I own property, the enterprise
I’m still stuntin’, fuckin’ all your bitches inner thighs
My watch ten glass can get a nigga killed
P.E., gym class the way I’m in the field
Drove the Rolls round Toronto, show the kid’s its real
340 cash, fuck how niggas feel
I was broker than the joker
Now I need a bag
Spanish bitch la vida loca
Bitch name Coca and I stroke her in the hot tub
Niggas say it’s love, though it’s not love
So I’m in the VIP strip club section, I’m gettin’ hot rubs
Big dutty .45 on me, in case they pop up
‘Cause when the shot sober
Niggas leave you slouched over in the couch sofa
Dawg, especially when the block know ya
And your hater steady talkin, what they got for you
But your shooters in the drops over
Down to shoot a movie clip until the plots over

[Outro]
I’m not gon’ play nice with you niggas man
Fuck you want me to do? I’m sorry
Over here in one umbrella, you know
We got a no fuck nigga policy, know what I’m sayin’? One of those
I’m not one of them niggas that you just
You know you just see me out on a random blue
And you see me in my Wraith and you just pull up
And shoot your gun at me
You gotta make certain calls for that, baby
You gotta talk to certain people
Before you make those moves
Oh I know you

French Montana – LockJaw (Clue Radio Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – DJ Khaled & Jeezy)
This the remix
It be hard to watch the 10 when the haters keep watching
Clue, what’s happening?
Woo, woo
Remix

(Chorus – Kodak Black and French Montana & Jeezy)
It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep dropping, Straight up
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep falling
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking, Yeah
I ain’t even tryna talk cause my jaw keep locking
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep popping, That’s the one
Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knocking, Yeah
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep locking, Y’all know what’s happening ni**a
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking, Snow
Bite down, bite down, Low key, this your block
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Rest in peace, Bankroll Fresh, you know
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking

(Verse 1 – Jeezy)
It be hard to throw it to em when the 100 keep sticking
Got some ni**as out in Tampa, yeah they banned Scottie Pippen
In the rari, by him damn self, boy, Jeezy tripping
And it’s candy apple red, see I thought that he Cripping
Y’all gon have to body me, I got hitters on my side
It’s a fact motherf**ker, your baby mama on my timeline
Yeah bi**h, I run my city like a motherf**king primetime
Prime 1 12, South Beach, I like to find out
You rappers on that rap sheet, know it’s rich before that
That Draco in the drop top, screaming free Kodak
She gone off the Xannies, got my head down her panties
She say her name Lateesha, why I keep on saying Tammy

(Chorus – Kodak Black and French Montana)
It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep dropping
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep falling
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
I ain’t even tryna talk cause my jaw keep locking
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep popping
Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knocking
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep locking
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking

(Verse 2 – Rick Ross)
Know I gotta hold it down, with my dogs, doing time
Money order’s in his name and his daughter’s doing fine
Real estate for the seize, Bo Jackson in his prime
Chi line with the heat, Jordan, number 9s
On the first day, she got me 2 pairs of the 3 stripes
Nicki watching me and Meek shooting with 3 dice
Helicopter pads, Ferarris with 3 pipes
Gaston called for the models, party for 3 nights
Bottles and Corvettes, importing at cheap price
Flow’s old school, I’m close to a D Nice
Ay, I’m at awards, all the homies seats nice
Lady Gaga seen a boss, didn’t even think twice

(Verse 3 – Kodak Black & French Montana)
I chew your lil’ mup, I’ll boot a ni**a up
Got them snipers in the dually truck and we tooly’d up
I be tryna change my life , but a monkey on my back
I’ve been rolling all night, I got a monkey on my back
skrrr, skrrr
All about the mula
Throw a hundred chains on, tryna cool off
I know a ni**a blessed, pray to God
Soon as the floor hits my feet I’m getting high
Eyes bowleg, looking crooked in the face
She keep looking in her drink
Probably think the liquor laced
Nah bi**h, I’m 1K
And I’ma keep it one hundg though
Biting down, bout to rip my tongue off

(Chorus – Kodak Black and French Montana)
It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep dropping
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep falling
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
I ain’t even tryna talk cause my jaw keep locking
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep popping
Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knocking
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep locking
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking

PnB Rock – Playa No More Lyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock + A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Playa no more
I don’t wanna be a playa no more
I don’t wanna be a playa no more
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I don’t wan’ be a playa with you
Girl I don’t understand what you…
Want, but I’m tryna make plans with you
South Beach, don’t bring sand with you
South Beach, I hope you don’t bring sand with you
Out to eat, every menu, I’ll explain it to you
What you mean, you ain’t eatin’? I ain’t playin’ with you
I’m just sayin’ I’m the mothafuckin’ man, nigga
Louis checkers on my sweatshirt
Try to draw this, I’m an artist, you a sketcher
On my grown shit, I get nauseous tryna sweat her
I’m the coldest, I recorded this in a sweater

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Shawty I don’t wanna play them games no more
Used to be a dog, I ain’t the same no more, no
I ain’t tryna be forgettin’ names no more, no
I swear I ain’t dodgin’ Cupid’s aim no more
So shawty what’s up with you?
Ain’t gotta tell you, you already know I fuck with you
Pretty face, pretty smile, I’m in love with you
Sike, no, but maybe I can fall in love with you
Yeah, maybe, baby me plus you can be an item
All them bitches I be just hittin’, don’t really like ’em
I’ma keep it up with you, bitches, I just one night ’em
But with you it’s all the way different, I’m tryna wife you, girl

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Baby girl I hope the time is right
Time’s right
She said, “Quavo I hope your mind is right
I hope your mind is right”
Christian Loub’, she gon’ bleed tonight, yeah
Please tell me I ain’t bleedin’ right
When she leave I hope she need a ride
Then we pull up to the bando (SKRRR!)
I’m the one she call on (BRRRR)
I gotta leave my dogs alone (damn)
You can’t give an old dog a new bone
In other words, baby girl I’m comin’ on home

[Bridge: Quavo]
Girl you know we shine like diamonds in the sky
I don’t wanna be a playa no more, no I can’t lie

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more