He said tell me why you look so tired How can I get you what you desire Tell me what it is you require I knew I had to break his heart He never ever wants to see me lonely He never gives me space He all up on me I'm having second thoughts when the phone rings When the phone rings When the phone Shit I know what we have is so wonderful And no I'm not ready to let it go But you seem in a rush to make it grow So I thought that I should just let you know Baby I ain't slowing down (You need to catch up, catch up) I love having you around (But you need to get up, get up) But you can't tie me down (You need to catch up, catch up Catch up, catch up Catch up catch up) Baby I ain't slowing down (You need to catch up, catch up) I love having you around (But you need to get up, get up) But you can't tie me down (You better catch up, catch up Catch up, catch up baby, catch up catch up) I know it's hypocritical It's so typical of me to say that Contradicting all the songs that I was singing way back When I was inconvenienced Yeah when I was getting played Acting like a fool I can't do that to you I know it's hard It's coming off harsh And if I never tell you it'll just tear me (you) apart If honesty's my policy and you want every part of me I gotta let you know Baby I ain't slowing down (You need to catch up, catch up) I love having you around (But you need to get up, get up) But you can't tie me down (You need to catch up, catch up Catch up, catch up Catch up catch up) Baby I ain't slowing down (You need to catch up, catch up) I love having you around (But you need to get up, get up) But you can't tie me down (You better catch up, catch up Catch up, catch up baby, catch up catch up) I know what we have is so wonderful (Contradicting all the songs that I was singing way back) And no I'm not ready to let it go go go But you seem in a rush to make it grow (Contradicting all the songs that I was singing way back) Grow So I thought that I should just let you know Baby I ain't slowing down (You need to catch up, catch up) I love having you around (But you need to get up, get up) But you can't tie me down (You need to catch up, catch up Catch up, catch up Catch up catch up) Baby I ain't slowing down (You need to catch up, catch up) I love having you around (But you need to get up, get up) But you can't tie me down (You better catch up, catch up baby Catch up, catch up baby, catch up catch up)

Nwarland, jolie garce gang, pétasse Yeah Uzi dans la marre, mon jumeau m'dit que j'suis pas crédible Où t'as vu un grand bandit marcher en talons aiguilles J'me prends pas au sérieux, j'prends encore moins au sérieux ces bitches L.O.L, deux fois, en capitales je l'écris Ces rappeuses sont pas bonnes dans tous les sens du terme, c'est terrible Si l'pe-ra marche as-p pour moi, j'ai pas besoin d'un face lift Si les coups sont efficaces, nul besoin d'être agressif J'suis l'genre à te souhaiter la mort avec un sourire angélique J'suis la lleure-mei, si j'le jure Sur ma te-tê, j'crèverai jamais pute Trop de violence, j'suis un thug en jupe Demande à Nash-Bé où est le jus, motherfucker Que Dieu m'envoie en Enfer, si j'finis les poches chétives J'espère que mon ex sera touché par toutes sortes de sorcellerie Ma jolie garce me trouve matérialiste et colérique J'réponds "t'sais quoi, moi aussi" La jolie garce va tous les (catch up) Va tous les (les) La jolie garce va tous les (catch up) Va tous les (les) Quel paradoxe pour une tisse-mé, jamais j'me mélange (jamais) Ne pas toucher la cible, pour moi c'est ça le challenge Je cherche à fêter ma sweet sixteen avant 40 Y a que quand l'or est en jeu que j'pense pas à l'argent J'regarde tutos de maquillage et planifie vengeance J'vais en faire un sac à main, tu n'sais pas tenir ta langue Ces rappeurs sont merdiques, même Siri a plus de talent Que sont-ils à l'arrivée vu qu'au départ ils sont déjà perdants Oh, oh, ke-ke-Ja dans la fiole Ma mère et mon reflet sont mes seules idoles 33 pour cent APRL, le minimum Quand paiement en retard mes négros collectionnent Hey, la jolie garce va tous les (catch up) Va tous les AK dans les mains, j'suis encore moins crédible Voilà pourquoi je marche avec visage qui te font traverser (ouais) Bientôt, pour moi, baiser sera inutile De leur défaite, mon succès va s'alimenter Une chose que je ne saurai jamais faire est surrender Ta peau couleur coco aux côtés d'leurs carrières est enterrée Paraît que ces merdes, comment, oh ces laides J'suis pas la go de tes rêves, j'suis bien trop réelle Le meilleur compliment que tu puisses me faire C'est d'me dire que Kopp a écrit ce texte, yeah La jolie garce va tous les (catch up) Va tous les (yeah) La jolie garce va tous les (catch up) Va tous les Va tous les...

All this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck And all this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda Always got a drink and I'm steady smokin' buddah I do the evil that'll bend you when I get you I'ma sit you down then take it to the mental and essential and clown Every chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin And if ya tell me stop drinkin' I'll just do it again So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and shiver With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver All this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck And all this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7 Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells And dare ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and twats Placin' big face 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' don't stop Just drop more G's on drink and drugs Live it up young nigga 'cause it's gon' catch up All this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck And all this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and wrote Somethin' that I knew was dope and represent for my kinfolk Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than chopped coke Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto My shit even come out better, grab a blunt put it together What a nigga really need, run up in the club And blow a motherfucker til he bleed Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out Or the club get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my life Love the light, love to write, love the mic So take a drag, grab a bag and match up Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it catch up All this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck And all this drinkin' gon' catch up And all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster Infamous 2-0, ATL We are the dirty south's dirtiest Disturbing the peace

Shiesty, nigga, you know how the fuck we rock Suck my dick, everything dead (on bro) Fuck it, gang, gang, gang-gang-gang, gang Why they keep fuckin' dissin'? (Dick riders) (It's Kosfinger, baby) gang, gang, gang, gang Wait, wait, wait (gang-gang-gang) Why we tryna swing through the Munn? 'Cause them niggas keep dissin' (on bro) Late night, creepin' through his kitchen (spot, like) 16 shots and I pop me a Whitney (on bro) They keep dissin' on two like they did it Lil' Shark lucky, almost had his fitted (lil' boy, what?) Tinted Nissan, won't know who did it I'm tryna slide, headshot, he missin' Put that boy in the ground wit' his niggas (gang, gang-gang-gang) One died, shoulda had his pole and the other one died because he don't hold (like) They keep dissin', all them niggas bold Give 'em the pole, guarantee he gon' fold (give 'em the pole, guarantee he gon' fold) Like, why they keep dissin' us fo'? (Like, why they keep dissin' us fo'?) I'on know but, I'm gon' blow (I don't know but, I'm gon' blow) ShiestyFN (look), yeah, they hate us the most (gang) How you ridin' they dick, and he still didn't throw? Like (gang, gang-gang-gang) And we out, tryna catch us a shark And they put up, if not (gang), then it's gon' get dark (gang-gang) Catch me a arc', guarantee I'ma spark (spark) When I be at that light, I'ma leave it in park (park) How you a driver, but mackin' them cars? (Cars) And ya bitch suckin' dick and she gaggin' them balls (gaggin' them balls, like) Hit from the back, yeah, I'm smackin' her walls (gang) She gon' slurp up the dick (like), wit' the gaggin' and all (grrah) Hop out the car, makin' opp niggas jog, when I stand over top, when he drop it, he fall Leg shot, lil' bro hoppin' and all Bullets grab his head for tryna play ball (like, gang, gang) (bullets grab his head for tryna play ball, like) (Gang-gang, throw me that, gang, grrah, gang-gang-gang) Ayo, BBG? Step (on bro) When we bend through the opps, leave a mess How many niggas gon' die in they 'jects? Smokin' JB from the Sev (JB) Lil' rah, rah, he died in the V (rah, rah) Like I said, "16 in my spleef" Catch me a nine and I empty the clip (on bro) Ddot wit' me, I bet he throw six, like (what?) And these niggas is dissin' the gang (grrah) Whole time, these niggas is lame Let's spin through they side, YGz see us flame (like, grrah) 'Cause they talk on lil' Notti, they shot (shot) Catch me a Flocka, watch his body flop If he from the Rey, he get shots to his top, on bro (like) Like, hol' on, I ain't done Yeah, I'm tired of the dissin' and cappin' (on bro) Like, when y'all ever made it tragic? Smokin' on Nazzy, and Berry, and Dixe Since y'all smokin' on Notti, it's active (on bro) Still 300K (grrah), how y'all fuck with the Gz then fuck with the Flockas? (Then fuck wit' the Flockas) And I'm DOAK (on bro), catch a Flock and he meetin' my chopper Spin through the Sev, we yellin', "We got one!" (Got one) Call Dudeylo, he totin' his knocker (knocker, grrah) RG wit' me, he totin' the blaster, like (word to my dead, nigga, grrah-grrah) RG wit' me, he totin' the- (blaster) RG wit' me, he totin' the blaster, like (on bro), on bro, grrah, like Why we tryna swing through the Munna? 'Cause them niggas keep dissin' (on bro) Late night, creepin' through his kitchen (spot like) 16 shots and I pop me a Whitney (on bro) They keep dissin' on two, like they did it Lil' Shark lucky, almost had his fitted (lil' boy, what?) Tinted Nissan, won't know who did it I'm tryna slide, headshot, he missin' Put that boy in the ground with his niggas (gang, gang-gang-gang) One died, shoulda had his pole and the other one died because he don't hold (like) They keep dissin', all them niggas bold Give him a pole, guarantee he gon' fold Like, why they keep dissin' us fo'? I'on know, but I'm gon' blow ShiestyFN (look), yeah, they hate us the most (gang) How you ridin' they dick, and he still didn't throw? Like (gang, gang-gang) (It's Kosfinger, baby)