Yeah fuck Lowe's Yeah we got our prices low (Low) We sell dry wall bitch Yeah we sell, bi-walls bitch (bitch) Yea nigga you ain't with the shits (shits) Yea nigga i'll eat yo' bitch (Boom Boom Boom) Yea nigga i'm with the shits Take out my Glock don't snitch (Yeah fuck 69, snitching ass nigga)

Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere Just skate to the music till you feel it going on Don't stop till you lose it, baby, everybody skate It's Sunday night and we're about to have a ball The place is packed been thinkin' 'bout it all day long People are jammin' and waiting for their favorite song With everyone in a world of their own Can't wait to get up on the floor And bounce around to the sounds And don't just sit up on the wall Get down, baby get down Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere Just skate to the music till you feel it going on Don't stop till you lose it, baby, everybody skate The beat is bumpin', the lights are movin' to the groove All in the light, we roll until the night is through Only a minute before it puts you in the mood And from there it's all up to you Can't wait to get up on the floor And bounce around to the sounds, yeah Don't just sit up on the wall Get down, baby get down And everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere Just skate to the music till you feel it going on Don't stop till you lose it, baby And everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere Just skate to the music till you feel it going on Don't stop till you lose it, baby Everybody skate, skate, skate, yeah baby Everybody skate, skate, skate Get down to the music Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere Just skate to the music till you feel it going on Don't stop till you lose it, baby Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air Don't stop till it grooves you and you feel it everywhere Just skate to the music till you feel it going on Don't stop till you lose it, baby Everybody skate, skate, skate Just skate, skate, skate Everybody skate, skate, skate Just skate

CB on the beat Ayy, ayy I like long walks with my nigga to the bank Uh, ayy I'm a maniac, two braids to the back, where his CC at? Left his ass on read for what he Said, bitch, I ain't call him back (No) If I want it then, chirp my bitches and we andale (Brr, brr) Bitch, I'm always active, never hidin', never, ever lackin' (Never) Double C my tag, watch my back 'cause niggas in my grass (Brr) People gettin' bolder, wearin' faces and they changin' masks I'm not used to askin', if I need it, I'm gon' make it happen Put my trust in no one 'cause they loyalty ain't really matchin' I told you let 'em hate, soak it up, let it marinate I was runnin' late to the jet, but Kev made it wait Pick me up in a orange Wraith with the paper plates Took a loss then I called a play, bitch, I made a way Wrist Stanley Cup, I can show you how to skate (Skate) Ayy, ayy (I like) I like long walks with my nigga to the bank (Bank) Ayy, ayy Swervin' on the gas, 93 inside the tank (Skrrt) Ayy, ayy (I made) I made it out the mud, only me I wanna thank (Thank you) I ain't showin' no love (Nah), only me I wanna thank (Thank you) If they cut another check, fuck with me, I need it blank (Brr) Bitches think they competition, okay, cool, I need a prank (Haha) If we talking 'bout these levels, I'm the highest in my rank I'm so thirsty for this money, I'll sell water to a sink I'm the coldest bitch I know, I'm still freezing in a mink (Brr) I need it twice like I was jinxed, I need all, the fuck you think? I need my backend and my frontend All deposits 'fore we link, uh (Cash) Big fish, all large, big shark Richard Mille wrist watch, real niggas, big Glocks Big bills, big knots, blue face, new mops Free the homies, fuck cops Love my niggas, fuck the opps, bitch Wrist Stanley Cup, I can show how to skate (Skate) Ayy, ayy (I like) I like long walks with my nigga to the bank (Bank) Ayy, ayy (Swervin' on, Swervin' on, Swervin' on) Swervin' on the gas, 93 inside the tank (Skrrt) Ayy, ayy (I made) I made it out the mud, only me I wanna thank (Thank you)

Another tear in the sea, another drop in the ocean After the fall, waiting to sink Another tear in the sea, another drop in the ocean After the fall, waiting to sink Oh, solo mio Oh, solo mio It's all right now, come closer Talk to me (Oh, solo mio) It's all right now, come closer (Oh, solo mio) Come talk to me Sah-fasa-gan Sah-fasa-gan Sah-fasa-gan (There's a definite feeling, buried down) Sah-fasa-gan (Wrecking itself, taking you with me) The more they was, the more they were The more they wander from The more they was, the more they were The more they wander from Another tear in the sea, another drop in the ocean After the fall, waiting to sink There's a definite feeling, buried down Wrecking itself, taking you with me (Sah-fasa-gan) There's a terrible reason, buried down (Sah-fasa-gan) Wrecking itself, taking you with me (Sah-fasa-gan) There's a definite feeling, buried down (Sah-fasa-gan) Wrecking itself, taking you with me (Sah-fasa-gan) There's a terrible reason, buried down (Sah-fasa-gan) Wrecking itself, taking you with me Sah-fasa-gan (There's a definite feeling, buried down) Sah-fasa-gan (Wrecking itself, taking you with me) Sah-fasa-gan (There's a terrible reason, buried down) Sah-fasa-gan (Wrecking itself, taking you with me) (Two-seven) (Two-seven, two-seven, two-seven, two-seven) Sah-fasa-gan (Two-seven, two-seven, two-seven, two-seven) Sa-fasa-gan (Two-seven, two-seven, two-seven, two-seven) (Two-seven, two-seven, two-seven, two-seven)

Hit the back 'Cause every time you take it's just exciting me Bad, bad, bad Hit the back Hit the back 'Cause every time you take it's just exciting me Hit the back A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion I need you to search my clothing It feels so good to me I need you to search my clothing It feels so good to me A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion A dirty girl with lots of passion (Hit the back) (Hit the back) (Hit the back) (Hit the back) (Hit the back) (Hit the back) I need you to search my clothing Pat me down and feel the molding 'Cause underneath this table feels so good to me And i need you to be my motor

Tres dias sin verte mi ser Tres dias llorando por ti Tres dias que miro el amanecer Nomas tres dias yo te amé Y en tu mirar me perdí Y hace tres dias que no se de ti ¿Donde donde estas? ¿Con quien me engañas? ¿Donde donde estas? ¿Que estas haciendo? Tres dias que no se que es alimento Solo tomando me he podido consolar ay ay ay ay ay Esta gran pasion me va a matar Yo que voy hacer Yo que voy a hacer ay ay ay ay Si me niegas al ma mia tu querer ¿Donde donde estas? ¿Con quien me engañas? ¿Donde donde estas? ¿Que estas haciendo? Tres dias que no se que es alimento Solo tomando me he podido consolar ay ay ay ay ay Esta gran pasion me va a matar Yo que voy hacer Yo que voy a hacer ay ay ay ay Si me niegas al ma mia tu querer