Se queres beijar, baby, então beija Yeah yeah Ay Se queres beijar baby, então beija Se me atiçares já não foge Queres-me aleijar, baby, aleija, ay Queres-me provar, baby, tu prova Se queres beijar baby, então beija Se me atiçares já não foge Queres-me aleijar, baby, aleija, ay Queres-me provar, baby, tu prova Toda crazy boy Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Ay Ambiente de sexo, ambiente nasty, ay O fumo é denso, eu fumo danças, ay Enquanto eu furo cantas, enquanto eu duro cansas Eu soy El Bandolero, ya, eu furto damas Waya ya ya Diz-me baby, p'ra quê tanto Não é preciso ser assim A dar na cara delas, vives todos os dias Não te importas se essa saia é tão curta como a vi Wuah, wayai E tudo o que elas queriam é ter um Coche dessas vibes e dessas curvas, miúda E tu só querias estar debaixo dos lençóis a me usar Eu que nem sou de lutas Anda, usa e abusa Waya ya ya Uma coisa é dar head, outra é brain Mas falar dessa shit não convém Tranquilos a ouvir uma slow jam do J Se queres beijar baby, então beija Se me atiçares já não foge Queres-me aleijar, baby, aleija, ay Queres-me provar, baby, tu prova Se queres beijar baby, então beija Se me atiçares já não foge Queres-me aleijar, baby, aleija, ay Queres-me provar, baby. Toda crazy boy Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Quando ela sente o flavor Não pensa mais no tal que era o tal forever, yeah E ao teu ex eu bato pala, é preciso respect Na frontline a gritar e tu na minha back, yeah Essa merda é real shit, o poder da music É meu fã, ya admite, yeah yeah Ainda pediu convites, quer sentir um real nigga Ver a pista da VIP, ay Waya ya ya ya yai Se 'tás tão longe como é que te sinto aqui tão perto Waya ya ya ya yai A dica é freak sex, baby, vim para pôr esse ass no teto Imagina só termos um filho, crazy Se for como os pais 'tá fodido, yeah És fã da postura e do brilho Tens língua, então prova as minhas grillz Se queres beijar baby, então beija Se me atiçares já não foge Queres-me aleijar, baby, aleija, ay Queres-me provar, baby, tu prova Se queres beijar baby, então beija Se me atiçares já não foge Queres-me aleijar, baby, aleija, ay Queres-me provar, baby, tu prova Toda crazy boy Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz Sentir o sabor das minhas grillz

[Chorus] Look at the grill [4x] [2x] This for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) [T.I.] (Hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga) Chevy super clean, two or three screens Watch a nigga be to the left I lean 50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam Just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king This green I smoke we call it drow Its dead-liest from memphis Tenn You see my folk we ain't no joke Don't turn this into a murder scene I'm paranoid, tone misquoted Should not since my early teens But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen You can bring all the niggaz you want to bring Hey! I thought you were running things All you did was run the screens Must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him See it on the bush let it burn like Usher Click, click, bang you can end the discussion Ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant I steal would spray broad day ain't nothing The lilac one AK doing something I'm immuned to the drama Act a fool if you wanna Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach He acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin Somebody phinna to have put (##*^%) I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me Take a special kind of nigga to defies me Similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93 Niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me I've been the G you're trying' to be I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers And killers true niggaz gonna ride me [Chorus (2x)] [Twista] Take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south Still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy Look at both of my grills, my motherfucking mouth Looking just like the rims on the chevy Pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills Come and take a trip with me to hater Ville On some 24 omegas and gator grill Fuck a twist. fuck you bitch I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch Roman gold shine so hard Niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit I don't trip, niggaz pull up I be lookin' proud when I bust that dutch Specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac And the bubbles in the hummer truck When you see a nigga cruise through Niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels Mother fucker wanna take my style Cause niggaz out here know I'm only fucking with the bonnet grills And the haters wanna see me fall How can I let y'all niggaz play me Shited on their good then I pull up From my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball MJG Twista bitch and I from the shy With my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie We be specializing in and up coming with dope shit And pulling up in cool whips that's fly Still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow While I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe [Chorus (2x)] [8ball] Old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three Wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken Money players is demon like I'm willy beaming Like a bitch that practice sucking dick and drinking semen She sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one Forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun [MJG] Don't try to ever take my cash from me You mine as well, jump of a cliff you fucking crash dummy Like that's my last money This for my niggaz who be bussin' back to perpetrators We don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later But I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fucking haters And I'm hidding gators on the refrigerator Down south memphis Tenn. pimpin' gotta rep it The third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin [Chorus (2x)]

Yeah Ooo baby This is how I like it Ooo baby This is how I like it She love this life But it's lust when I'm up inside Say that she done tryna Trust these lies But she love me 100 times But she love me 100 times White toes and Her fingers match If I miss that call Know I'm ringing back Ain't touching the crib Just fucked in the whip Cos the windows Tinted black CC or the LVS She can mix And match Said her hearts still Broke from the past But I'm fixing that Mad nights We done been Through sheets Slide in from the back Said I'm in too deep Then asked me If I'd make her My wife Shit it's only Been 2 weeks She fell asleep On the M way home While i cruise and Flick through beats I don't know how We got this close so fast But the thing's unique Yeah Too much fuss I'm fighting But i know She's riding Spread 'em open Dive in Put my phone On silent Said this life Gets tiring But I know She likes it Never home I'm grinding She said Ooo baby This is how I like it Ooo baby This is how I like it She loves this life But it's lust when I'm up inside Say she done Tryna trust these lies She she love Me 100 times If I fall would you Pick me up If I lost it all would It still be love Would you call could We still be us, if we put it On pause would it Kill the trust All my thoughts Start building up Have a brawl feel Awkward and fill my cup We ain't talked I Don't feel the love You ain't even my Shawty it's real as fuck You got me staying up Late girl I just can't stay At this pace Know your tryna be bey And I'm jay but we just Ain't settling straight I get a plane you get on My case these days it Was never this way Clearing my head cos I Need this space these Days it's better this way Yeah Some mistakes ain't For making twice Speak my mind you Don't take it light Then reply tell me I don't Say things right But I can't feel bad if I Ain't done wrong thought Life was a game till I played Too long said you love this Life so you played this song Ooo baby This is how I like it Ooo baby This is how I like it She love this life But it's lust when I'm up inside Say that she done tryna trust these lies But she love me 100 times But she love me 100 times

Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with- Check it, don't disturb me at my place of work Labels on my nerves, up in my face, I'm tryna lay my verse Bakin' wit' your bird, I'm takin' Stacy for a late dessert Babe, I got it patterned, safe to say I got my space reserved (Uh) You want paper? Where's the paper work Me, I'm making plays, I make mistakes, that's what it takes to learn I'm coming out my cage and you need to pay to see my face emerge Crazy, baby, Aitch, I got your mother tryna take a turn Yo, just say the word and we can make it work Chasin' what I've earned, shit on my haters so it makes it burn Make 'em catch the worm, turn up the base and watch the wave I surf Take me for a pagan, now you're safe, look how the tables turn I love the game but I hate it same way And you love to hate Aitch but you ain't made a day's pay My opinion's not changing, I can't rate what they say I'm a spitter, I don't need a big hook like Dave Hay (Ahh) Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with leng Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench (Ahh) Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with- (Ooh) Check the drip, this the Manny way, bitch Word to Rick, burn a spliff cah mi affi stay lit Broski said he local so the package came quick I know it's up to good standards, didn't have to weigh shit (Hahaha) Ask me for my number, you'll get swerved, we don't need to talk Call me bougie, all you like but what d'ya need it for? Like, would you really pick me up if you had seen me fall? No, so we can have a conversation but just keep it short Kettle freezin' and there's still no ice You could have the biggest bum, but no, I still won't like Listen, baby, I ain't tryna kill no vibe But it feels so wrong when you tell me it feels so right Jump in the whip fast, dig that Pulled the stick back, shit, that's a got whip lash Pray there's not a flash when I flip past Quick, I've gotta dip, big stacks in a zip bag (What?) Shit's mad, a man will change for some quick cash Gotta think fast and watch who you trust, big man (Trust) Sit back and just laugh 'cause it's big cap Bill it, sip yac, live your life and get lit fam Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with leng Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench (Ahh) Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with- (Ooh)

Sticky Put me off WhyJay (yeah, yeah) Got a couple statements to make and some paper to chase I've been grafting all year, still ain't taking a break Fam, I need to vacate, get my shades out the case Trust me, can't nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch (woo) Shit ain't ever easy, had to wait for my plate Hella promises were made but man, they're blatantly fake Had to change up my ways, I just weighed up the game Now the radio plays, I just making me cake (ah-ah) Lookin' steezy, got your girlfriend in her feelings Then I'm linking Simon, talking millions in meetings Nineteen years old, four bills and we go eatin' And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the key ring (skrrt) Looking at the charts, come like looking in the mirror Murdered every feature, when you greet me, call me killer (ooh) Rapper, not a preacher, God forgive me, I'm a sinner But I know you got my back so I give thanks before my dinner Hottest junga in the UK, give a fuck what you say They was poppin' back then, cuzzy it's a new day Rapping 'bout a MAC-10, you're thirty, it's too late Running up your gums, you're not worthy, it's too fake, huh Choppin' rhythms up with YJ, gotta whip a new tape Blockin' women out my life, yeah, I ain't got time for you, babe Box of liquor on my ride, tryna find a new wave Call the driver, run outside and get inside the new shape Taking the piss, ain't popped a pill but I'm taking a trip Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bitch Basically I'm going crazy with this You ain't taming me, please stay away from the kid Hit the belly, now I can't stay away from the fridge Really poppin', you ain't stoppin' me, I'm made for this shit One step, two step, kill a rapper, who's next? Pussy, I'm the truth so don't ever get the yute vexxed Doing what I do, I'm making moves, I got my crew set Headlocking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex I've been killing it, seriously where the fuck have you been? Beat the odds, I've got the haters, every point got proven Let me in and now they sit because your boys a nuisance Take the piss a little bit, but you can't knock the movement Mum and dad are happy shit be taking off And they ain't gotta worry 'bout a mortgage 'cause I paid it off Had to take my shot because I really couldn't take my job Now I'm making guap it's kinda hard to find a way to not With my baby cakes I'm baking off You know she love the baby face, it's bait, she call me babe a lot I take her on a date, potential base, she really made the spot Sexy with the make-up, but sexier when she take it off S-S-Someone cool me down, I'm on fire, this shit be flamin' hot Sick of celebrating, all they hear this year was taking shots All I get is W's, this winning got me faded off Speak my mind every time I see the mic Say it how it is, I just be me fam, I don't need to lie Easy with it G, I bring the Ps to keep my peace of mind Do it for the cake and I won't sleep until I eat a slice But don't fuck about, I swear I'll pull the shutters down You're lucky if I take a break, you're fucked if I put something out Put the beat to bed, go cut my check and then I'm cuttin' out Zubby to the head, this cushion cookie got me buggin' out Why the men pretending like they're fucking with a kid? Indirectly sending got you looking like a bitch I got love for everyone but trusting them's a myth Live your life upon, and you tie the pussy often haha

Whoa Kenny! Pull it back, I make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin' up the MAC Shit the studio my trap Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak I forgot my past, yeah I can barely hold a chat Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track (Pussies) Rest in Peace to set man 'cause they're dead to me Ask me for a bring in but don't check for me Now man are in my DM's tryna lecture me 'Bout how they can't see me in the Vex with me Coming from a place where you get one shot Make it out or you blast a one pop Man start moving shady if it's on top Pray for all my brothers, free my dons locked Used to have a point to prove Now I'm just a noisy youth Tell your little bitch to give a boy the boot Tryna make some money, come and join the crew If not I'm avoiding you, leave me be, just sit back and enjoy the view Pull it back, I make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin' up the MAC Shit the studio my trap Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak I forgot my past, yeah I can barely hold a chat Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track (Pussies) Back to work, I get it in then I get out the gaff Got business to attend and if I've not, I got a pound to splash Face is bait, they know it's Aitch so I go 'round the back Linkin' up with bae, she make it clap, should hear the sound of that Say they're on me, got me creasing like some AF-1's Said the cookies got me stinking up in Saint Laurent Swear they hate me on the day because the papers long But prick you're paying me my wages when you play the songs Take a flight, I'm going out of the estates Just landed in L.A with 50,000 in my case Man had to catch the hands for getting rowdy in my face Now I'm a bigger man, I just get out and walk away Pull it back, I make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin' up the MAC Shit the studio my trap Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak I forgot my past, yeah I can barely hold a chat Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track (Pussies)