| Lyric | Song |
| Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne, and tell my don't forget 'em and I promise that I won't | |
| And know I pop bottles because I bottle my emotion, at least I leave it all in the open | |
| Y'all dont really like me I can understand, my flow is sitting right inside the pocket on my pants | |
| Hey there pretty girl, you know exactly what you got | |
| First off you know what it is if you've heard Drake, making hos wobble like a bridge in an earthquake | |
| Did you get it Eddie Murphy was in Norbit, or was it way over your head you should forfeit | |
| Jason had this girl Tammy with a purple Bentley how she got it I aint never get to ask I just knew that she was fine like a ticket on the dash | |
| You don't even trip when friends say you aint bringing Drake along, you know that I'm working I'll be there soon as I make it home | |
| Ain't on the fence about it, I aint Mr. Feeney | |
| Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed, quarters of the kush shape the line in my head | |
| | Lyric | Song |
| I'm like a broken bill, conservative for the most but I'm outspoken still | |
| I got ice all over my windshield I can tell it's gonna be a cold winter | |
| Lookin' down from the top and it's crowded below My fifteen minutes started an hour ago | |
| They always tell me nobody's working as hard as you And even though I laugh it off, man, it's probably true | |
| Isn’t it ironic that the girl I wanna marry is a wedding planner | |
| I'm having a good time, they just trying to ruin it Shout out to the fact that im the yougest nigga doing it | |
| Shawty want to party so don't let you girl up out the house or there will be shots on TMZ of me givin her mouth to mouth | |
| One thing ’bout music, when it hits you feel no pain | |
| It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking | |
| I don't judge her, I don't judge her, but I could never love her | |
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