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Right now, he's probably slow dancin'
With a bleached-blond tramp and she's probably gettin' frisky
Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick
Showin' her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know
I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably sayin' "I'm drunk"
And he's a-thinkin' that he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbin' on
Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo
Oh, and he don't know
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl
A-'cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me
No, not on me
'Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, before he cheats
Oh-oh
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You know, young rich niggas
You know somethin', we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Hey
[Chorus: Offset]
Raindrop (Drip), drop-top (Drop-top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (Pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin', nigga (Hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (Nobody)
Call up the gang and they come and get ya (Gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (Hey)
My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (Savage)
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Grrah)
My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (Hey)
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Glah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Rackaids on rackaids (Racks), got back-ends on back-ends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (Coupe)
I take your bih' right from you (You)
Bitch, I'm a dog, roof (Grr)
Beat the ho walls loose (Hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (Skrrt)
I tell that bih' to come comfort me (Comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (Hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (Jumpin' me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (Cash)
Ayy, we do the most (Most)
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (Woo)
Yeah, my diamond's a choker (Glah)
Holdin' the fire with no holster (Blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (Cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (Hey)
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (Dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (Magic)
Courtside with a bad bitch (Bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (Go)
I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie (Hey)
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (Rrah)
Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin' my back ache (Aagh)
You niggas got a low Act rate (Act)
We from the Nawf, yeah, Dat Way (Nawf)
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (Cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (Smash)
Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (Skrrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bae (Brr)
😅😅 whichever it is Maddy is rocking out with her new outfit!
Trying to set up the patio but keep getting distracted!
[Intro: Papoose]
Papoose, Papoose
[Verse 1: Papoose]
While y'all was on IG, I was in the Mase'
Drop-top, I be in that foreign like I’m Fivi'
Hustled in your building, and you couldn't stop me
Like the homie Jim Jones, I be in the lobby
Nigga tried to hit me two times with the shotty
Missed me, I dodged both shots, Kyrie
Do it anywhere, having sex in the Bugatti
Nobody couldn’t see us 'cause the windows got foggy
Flames try to rob me, it's gon' be a homi'
I hope the president'll pardon me, I’m sorry
Used to move like Billy the Kid, don't try me
Young gun, I was a YG like Yo Gotti
This is the remix, I'm loadin' up three clips
I created the wave, now all of these rappers are seasick
Like Juicy J, I tell you to your face you can eat a dick
We can fight on the stage like Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, Three 6, ha
[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
ColleGrove
I would a put a hook right here (Yeah)
But I'm finna snap on all y'all niggas
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
When you was on a Zoom call, I was at the pool hall
Crew tall, big ol' nuts like blue balls
Who y'all? When I met the plug in the U-Haul
Draco like a pool stick, I don’t need a pool ball
Y’all niggas lame but that's nothin' new to y'all
I don’t care if I call around lunch, it's still a booty call
Trappin', I was too involved, the pistol still my bodyguard
Brooklyn, Hollygrove and College Park
I'm a star like the ceiling the in the R&R
Got a couple restaurants, we can go bar for bar
We can go (We can go) we can go (Yeah) hardy har'
I throw this paper tag at you from my foreign car
Pimpin' like I'm Mally Mall (Mm) really no thought at all
I got this—, I got this bitch hit from wall-to-wall
I ain't been dabbin' on the molly 'cause of fentanyl
You can ask these Cartier glasses, I done seen it all
[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
Toni, yeah
2 Chainz
[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
While y'all was getting U-E, I was still U-P
On a Lil Yachty with my Migos like I’m QC
With my Lil Baby in peace, spending some QT
I been it, yes, the only Nas I heard is from QB
Used to shoot groupies, now I shoot movies
And try to stay away from the Mickey Mouses and Goofys
They rap like lil' Paps, yep, they little pussies
I don't care what I say out my mouth, Lil Boosie
I'm a New York City girl, keep a lil' Uzi
And tell niggas, "Suck my dick", a lil' juicy
I get busy, bitch, you can't do me
Do I look like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
Thought I was gon' stop cause all of these whores popped
Should work for Amazon the way all of 'em throw box
These bitches is all thots
And everything I do, they Rolex, Piguet and Patek, they all watch
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, you don't really want it fam, make you do the Runnin' Man
And bag your bitch, head she give was better in the Cullinan
Everything I touch, I make it hot until your color tanned
Hard of hearing nigga, see the blicka make ya understand
Quick to see ya blow the money, sick about a hundred grand
Still the type to wrap a hundred grand in couple rubber band
Tell your dude to chill and send that message to his other man
So unfortunate that most you niggas do not know the plan
While I pour this liquor, see the weapon in my other hand
Step in like a giant when you niggas had the contraband
Damn, holy and sacred like the motherland
Making movies you been watching over like it’s on demand
Me on fire 'til they hot and tired and I bought a fan
Pffftt, a lot of water pourin' out they glands
No permission I be in the kitchen with the pots and pans
Pap', I got 'em, let me pop and put 'em in a jam
[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
While y'all been on TikTok, I been on B.I.G., Pac
Big Glock, it's Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid rocked
Silk shock a nigga like P brother, tree lover
Fell in love with a bitch, my bitch just told me she love her
We run it, been runnin' this shit, I can't feel my legs
Your brother got them birds, have my niggas come and steal his eggs
I be on a million meds, I can put your doctor on
Dana White diamonds on, stones look like a octagon
Can't stop, fuck you if you think not
The gun pop, the gun ring, you suck it like a Ring Pop
Had to do my thing, Pap', had to let the snub blap
Ridin' 'til the wheels fall off, no hub cap
All this mud in my cup and I don't need no mud flaps
I don't need no hug, dap, I don't need no rugrats
So she gon' have to chug that
I'm like Tom Brady, still ballin' where the Bucs at
Young Money, young man, YM
Papoose feat. 2 Chainz, Remy Ma, Busta Rhymes & Lil Wayne "Thought I Was Gonna Stop" - youtu.be/CDetbKTJ1dY
JJ dabbin, nuff said.
FIlm: Svema 200, Xtol stock, 68 degrees, 7 min. 30 seconds
Camera: Rollei Prego Micron
Image by: Leslie Lazenby
July 4th 2016, Findlay, OH