Broadway Girls (feat. Morgan Wallen) - Lil Durk

I could see me sittin' in the back of A cop car bangin' my head on a window I could see me slammin' that last call Shot glass, losin' everything in my billfold, ooh, ooh That's what I do when I'm drinking 'bout you So, I don't want to go downtown Doin' what we used to Twist the top off another round Hell, I got enough loose screws I'm gettin' tired of hurting 'bout you Nothin' ever changes I think I'm gonna stay right here tonight 'Cause that could be dangerous 'Cause that could be dangerous Yeah, I could see me doin' just fine With a daisy duke dime, but I don't see it lastin' long I could see me orderin' too many drinks at the bar Get the bartender pouring 'em strong That's what I do when I'm tryin' to drink you gone So, I don't want to go downtown Doin' what we used to Twist the top off another round Hell, I got enough loose screws I'm gettin' tired of hurting 'bout you Nothin' ever changes I think I'm gonna stay right here tonight 'Cause that could be dangerous 'Cause that could be dangerous Yeah, 'cause you Got somebody else that you've been foolin' Them same tricks up your sleeve, yeah, ooh I'd usually be the type to be out too But you ruined that for me, so I don't want to go downtown Doin' what we used to Twist the top off another round Hell, I got enough loose screws I'm gettin' tired of hurting 'bout you Nothin' ever changes I think I'm gonna stay right here tonight 'Cause that could be dangerous 'Cause that could be dangerous Dangerous That could be dangerous

That neon sign Hangin' outside that bar Should've said, "Go home" If you know what's good for your heart When she sat down In that ADPI T-shirt Should've said, "Watch out" Or boy your gonna wind up hurt And that label on that whiskey on that shelf Should've said, "Don't buy no shots for no one else" Should've come with a warnin' (oh) Don't sit right there, don't sip on what they're pouring (you) Her kiss is gonna kill you in the morning Nah, it ain't gonna end too good Everything about that night I thought I wanted Should've come with a warning (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Should've come with a warning Phone just lit up And it's damn near 2:00 a.m. Oughta be blue lights, or some kind of loud sirens Sayin', "Don't pick it up, she'll let you down" It's the deep end and you're gonna drown And this "You up?" text that she sent me right now Should've come with a warnin' (oh) Don't sit right there, don't sip on what they're pouring (you) Her kiss is gonna kill you in the morning Nah, it ain't gonna end too good Everything about that night I thought I wanted Should've come with a warning (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Should've come with a warning Don't fire it up, and hit the headlights Turn on around at the next red light I wish somebody would've gave me some damn signs Yeah, I wish that night Would've come with a warning (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Would've come with a warning Would've come with a warning (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Would've come with a warning

I don't wanna go to work, I don't wanna see my ex-girl I don't wanna worry 'bout findin' me my next girlfriend At the bar, where they charge your right arm for a cold can of PBR Yeah, I don't wanna watch the news, I don't wanna pick the phone up Don't wanna sit in traffic with an empty can of Long Cut I've been doin' what I should be doin' and I'm losin' my Dodge Ram mind 'Cause I just wanna do country-ass shit With my country-ass friends, with my country-ass band Havin' to make them dollar bills, y'all Ask me how my country ass feels, y'all Between workin' it off and gettin' it chewed There ain't much country-ass left in these old blue jeans But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it 'Cause me and my country ass goin' fishin' Yeah, I just wanna drink a beer, I just wanna get a line wet Let the sun put some more red on my neck Wave at the girls on their rental pontoons While my bass boat speakers go boom, boom 'Cause I just wanna do country-ass shit With my country-ass friends, with my country-ass band Havin' to make them dollar bills, y'all Ask me how my country ass feels, y'all Between workin' it off and gettin' it chewed There ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it 'Cause me and my country-ass goin' fishin' Don't wanna shake no hands or tuck my shirt in Pardon my French, Mama, if you're listenin' But I just wanna do country-ass shit With my country-ass friends, with my country-ass band Havin' to make them dollar bills, y'all Ask me how my country ass feels, y'all Between workin' it off and gettin' it chewed There ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it 'Cause me and my country-ass goin' fishin' Yeah! (There ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans) (But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it) 'Cause me and my country ass goin' fishin'

Jack D, there's a seven on the label One glass on the living room table Phone face down, church up loud Was tryna drown you out tonight but First sip, I could feel you on my shoulder The Tennessee heat had me feelin' colder Thought a drink would get you off my mind But this bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021), yeah One last time, don't think twice Girl, just pick it up and come over Give the bedroom door a little closure I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried But this bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021) This bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021) You might think I don't really want you with me You might tell me to empty out my whiskey Or try changin' what I'm holdin' in my hand Try another liquor, try another brand but It don't matter if I got my lips On a different drink, on a different night Yeah, the second that I take a sip, all I'm gonna think is This bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021), yeah One last time, don't think twice Girl, just pick it up and come over Give the bedroom door a little closure I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried But this bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021) This bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021) Thought a drink would get you off my mind I ain't sayin' I love you, but I might 'Cause this bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021), yeah One last time, don't think twice Girl, just pick it up and come over Give the bedroom door a little closure I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried But this bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021) This bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021) This bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021) This bottle tastes like 865 (409-1021)

I used to think that it was me against the world, but it wasn't Thought drinkin' from a glass half empty made it better, but it doesn't Funny all the things you realize When that 20-20 hindsight vision opens up your eyes Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there Lookin' down and lookin' out for me Something in my ramblin' soul said I had to go toe to toe with the devil Fell in love with a gypsy girl, said she couldn't risk it on a rebel At least not one that doesn't have a cause And I'll admit, I guess back then that's all I really was Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there Lookin' down and lookin' out for me There's so many crossroads you come to And you can't put your finger on Why you went the way you did, and then You look up and here you are on the flip side of crazy It's something more than lucky stars you thank when you kiss your baby Always believed in God and angels in the sky But never thought that I deserved an angel by my side Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there Lookin' down and lookin' out for me Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there Lookin' down and lookin' out for me Yeah, lookin' down, lookin' out for me

I been on my animal, I'm trained with the pipe You know niggas, They be acting, they ain't made for this life Niggas bitches, They be tricking, gave my main nigga life I can't tell, on my baby, I can't give 'em no advice Mouth duct taped, cause I can't snitch, O. T. We in this bitch We was broke and now we rich, Got me feeling like I'm Mitch Niggas tripping, Ain't gon' lie I've been hustling all my life I've been rapping all My life Drop my van's, I'm the man Free Lil Law, And free Lil Jam Get my hitters out the jail I spend money on the Ground So you know I got that work Niggas talking, My name Durk True Religion's and a shirt Got a Mac,? Ain't no talking cause I told you I'm a animal I got my chopper in The trunk and I'mma damage you I got my niggas in the cut, And they punish you I got my shooters with the scope, And they aim at you Cause we some animals And I'm a animal I got the Chopper in the trunk, And I'mma damage you I got my niggas in the cut, And they punish you I got my shooters with the scope, And they aim at you Cause I'm a animal, cause I'm a animal All my life I do me, I'm riding and I'm totting What I'm smoking is potent, I rub her like a Trojan 300, know she going Yeah, I know she going And I know she going, Like Shady bitch I go in Fake Forgiato, That shit I don't like Color truck cream, Cause that coka come in all type Money dancing wicked Louie, We be in it all night All night, All night And my wrist barely bright I be sipping white Remy, I be on my boss shit All white clothes, Today indicted my closet How you piss I'm the shit, Ho's spin like the toilet 40 get your dirty mouth clean, Chewing Orbit I be in the factory, Stacks in my Truey' And my belt Louie, Rolling off of Gucci Bad bitches on me like I hopped up out a movie All white everything, Winning never losing I'm a animal I got my chopper in the trunk and I'mma damage you I got my niggas in the cut, And they punish you I got my shooters with the scope, And they aim at you Cause we some animals And I'm a animal I got the Chopper in the trunk, And I'mma damage you I got my niggas in the cut, And they punish you I got my shooters with the scope, And they aim at you Cause I'm a animal, cause I'm a animal

DJ FMCT DJ Bandz, oh, man Before you block me I'm tryna text you, "I'm sorry that I hurt you" I'm a street nigga with a name but certain shit just ain't worth it And I'm sorry what I did to you, I know you didn't deserve it (deserve it) I told you 'bout all the hoes I fucked, you got a little discouraged (little discouraged) Told your friends about our problems, shit made me nervous Please don't put me on that block list 'cause I don't deserve it I gotta answer the private call 'cause you might call restricted And I say you my prize possession 'cause I had to earn you (had to earn you) I bring yo' laughs out I send you money whenever you need, I send you Cash App I call yo' phone, I can't get through, I make a text out Pull up to your OG crib, that's the next step (oh) The worst feeling to be on that block list (block list) I thought it was fun and games to be toxic Came in the crib, my clothes in boxes (in boxes) I grab her hand like, "Could you stop it?" (no) Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list) Why you put me on that block list? (Block list) I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list) I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list) I don't even answer for all of my guys They talkin' 'bout bitches all on my line I talk about street shit all the time I don't talk about hoes all on my live One time she had made me cry And I'm like, "Some shit had got in my eye" I ain't gon lie, I love the fact that she don't be kickin' it 'round my guys Loyal, she gon' tell me like, "One of them niggas tried" Loyal, if I tell you that, I'ma tell you a hundred times Gullible, told me if I ever cheat, "Don't be with strap" Comfortable, she want hundred, I put a hundred in her bag Perfect timing, I had to give her diamonds I be vibing, this loyal shit is timeless She like curry chicken bird, I like salmon Every time I'm freakin' her, I give her allowance Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list) Why you put me on that block list? (Block list) I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list) I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list)

Smokin' your dead homie Facts, gas I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentino's I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (Let's get it) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero (Hero) Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (We know) And wherever that drama at, we go (We go) (You know, you know) We the neighborhood heroes (We know, we know) We the neighborhood heroes That street shit We don't reply to niggas with that tweet shit (Facts) Beef shit, nigga said fuck me, he don't mean it (Pussy) Sweet shit, fomo caught a body, they gon' beat it Defense, Glock to his face, he won't eat it (Brra) All facts, nigga snaked me once and I'ma fall back (Let's get it) Nigga say he my brother, but he snaked me, what you call that? I cheated on my BM three times, where my dog at? She gave her number, I delete it, 'cause they all rats Chiraq, where the police don't call backup Last nigga played with Durkio, he in a backwood Chicago niggas play with PnB, but ain't no matchup If you know me like you know me, where I'm from, I'm not a rapper Murderer, scammer, murderer, I'm handsome When I'm off the drugs, I swear I'm steady throwin' tantrums Angelo told me once before, he want a Phantom I can't say no 'cause that's my son, I gotta answer I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentino's (You know) I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (You know) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know And wherever that drama at, we go (Oh, oh) Oh, we the neighborhood heroes (We the neighborhood heroes) We the neighborhood heroes They say we won't get help unless Obama do it (Turn up) Don't get shot in my areas, ain't no trauma unit (Let's get it) If you a snake and they ain't do, just know the opps'll do it (Know the opps'll do it) And go and drill, this the best time 'cause the opps into it (Brr) I still sleep around the savages like I ain't rich You talkin' to me about your homie, that's that fake shit (Turn up) The city ain't never played my songs, shoutout to Nate Fix Just take that watch up of your arm 'fore we take it (Yeah, yeah) And we the reason for your dead niggas Breadwinners, when you hit that stain you ain't share with us Fuck the Instagram, this reality I know a nigga talk straight cash, and he ain't got a G They had my momma usin' WIC when we in poverty And I was tired of eatin' Kix, but she know I gotta eat Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' ride for them Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' die for them I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentino's I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know And wherever that drama at, we go Oh, we the neighborhood heroes We the neighborhood heroes

Big B Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Shawty squeeze in them jeans Touch her knees, make her scream I sip lean, I sip lean Gucci sneaks, shopping sprees Shawty, she my cup of tea Please, don't give up on me Lord, got me shopping rings, so cool And I think you know What you doing to my mind and my soul I popped a lot of pills, I freak you like I will She ain't let me miss no meal My feelings in it for real For real, for real, for real, for real For real, for real, for real, for real, yeah Girl, I'm so for real, the first time was a hell of a night I'ma spoil you for whatever, have whatever you like (hahaha) I say I won't fall in love, but I was never so right I seen you fall in love with goofys, I was never yo' type I told my mom, you a make a hell of a wife I know they mad we live a hell of a life Trust issues, so confused It's me and you, fuck the rules I wanna suck your toes, baby, take off your shoes yeah) They say I'm nasty 'cause I wanna lick your ass cheek This yo' last chance, hit that handstand, make that ass dance Who yo man is? Off that Xanax, have some dry sex (yeah) Durkio! All in your hoe Durkio! All in your hoe Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Nobody understands why we love each other the way we do But it ain't for them to understand We not out here tryna be relationship goals This real, we 'on't care about none of that internet stuff We don't care about none of that shade People seem to always shade what they wish they had We make each other happy We keeping around whatever makes us happy And why it makes us happy is our business Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it

TouchofTrent be wildin' with it I pour an eight inside the Lamb' truck, fell asleep flyin' I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs And I can't turn my back on like I ain't see him tryin' These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought Booka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me They turnt their back and said they'd Kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me I put baguettie inside the Cartier because I'm feelin' bossy They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told them, "Call me" I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it Fuck bein' a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas' tablets Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established You do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon' get you a casket I did shit for niggas without them askin' I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin' I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all now even though I got it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros The one I ain't talk to like that back then know they still hoes And some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still shows I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to stay I'm a butcher Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'" He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open" I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'" You gotta watch the niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin' He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion Bro got life He don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent And I like talkin' to the streets, like When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like Tell motherfuckers like what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back You gotta relate to them Relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'? Relate to the trenches (Yeah, yeah) Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I'm sayin'? The voice Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah