Young Love (feat. Moonlet) - Noile

Got my nigga Zorrs in this bitch Blatt, slatt, blatt, slatt, slatt, woah (Cash, cash) Woah, woah, woah, slatt Uh, okay (yeah), shawty know what's up (whoa) Shawty want a rockstar, huh (what? What?) Shawty want a Wockstar, okay (woah) Shawty want a rockstar Uh, okay (woah), shawty know what's up (yeah) Shawty want a rockstar, huh Shawty want a Wockstar, okay Shawty want a rockstar Walk in that bih with my toolie (what?) Walk in that bih with Lil Uzi, ooh These bitches, they bitin' they lip, they choosin', ooh Lookin' like groupie (what, what?) Fuckin' that bih in my coupe, ooh (okay!) Fuckin' that bih in the lot, ooh Fucking that bih in the spot, ooh, uh Polka dot, ooh All of these hoes, they mine, ooh All of this jewelry, it mine, ooh All of these bitches, they mine, ooh, uh, ooh, uh Feel like Big Sean, yeah, ooh Look like a don, yeah, ooh Fuckin' this bitch (what, what?) I swear she be lying (what, what?) White on rice (rice) Diamonds ice (ice) Came through with the ice (uh) I'm Lil Boat with the Sprite (Lil Boat) Lil Boat, dynamite (Cash) She gon' blow tonight (Carti) Uh, okay (yeah), shawty know what's up (woah) Shawty want a rockstar, huh (what? What?) Shawty want a Wockstar, okay (woah) Shawty want a rockstar Uh, okay (yeah), shawty know what's up (yeah) Shawty want a rockstar, huh Shawty want a Wockstar, okay Shawty want a rockstar All of these flows is mine All of these hoes is mine Shawty want a rockstar, okay Shawty want a rockstar, La Flame I been out spendin' it loosely Bigger the diamonds, I'm juicy Fuck with the G's, it's Gucci I been out livin' unruly Yeah, board the jet All of them hoes is wet Yeah, private flex, yeah Never dip on the set Drank, don't do wine, got two hoes in a bind, yeah Ass on rewind, put the cash on her spine, yeah Fill me up, double cup, yeah Okay, shawty know what's up Shawty want a rockstar Shawty want a rockstar, okay Shawty want a rockstar, okay Okay, shawty know what's up

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Here I go, going down, down, down My mind is a blank My head is spinning around and around As I go deep into the funnel of love It's such a crazy, crazy feeling I get weak in the knees My poor old head is a-reelin' And I go deep into the funnel of love I tried and I tried to run and hide Even tried to run away Just can't run from the funnel of love It's gonna get you someday It's such a crazy, crazy feeling I get weak in the knees My poor old head is a-reelin' And I go deep into the funnel of love I tried and I tried to run and hide Even tried to run away Just can't run from the funnel of love It's gonna get you someday Here I go, going down, down, down My mind is a blank My head is spinning around and around As I go deep into the funnel of love Deep into the funnel of love Deep into the funnel of love Deep into the funnel of love

In Atlanta with some organic Pussy man I smoke that organic Fendi down I'm smoking organic Die Lit F&N I'm smokin' F&N, I'm smoking organic She bent down, she need some more breath I got smoke all in the air Fuck this up and you get left, yeah AP on my fucking left Stack it up right on the shelf Your bitch look familiar I got drip, I let it walk I got cash, I let it walk I'ma do this by myself On that jet by-by myself I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh yeah I touch down and get my fingers wet My bitch getting G.O.A.T. head (hold up) Riding 'round on moped My bitch off the Percocet Pop that bean and count them dead, uh Yeah she suck me, I can't feel my legs My bih yucky, she don't use no hands (hold up) Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing That why you can't buy them bags In L.A. I smoke that gas In L.A. I link with slatt That bitch wit' you, she gave you back I fucked that bitch then gave her back I nut on her she make me 'lax That gun on me I cannot lack Your bitch right, she got it clapped You can die for yours boy, you get clapped I took that lil' boy right off of the map We killed that boy right here, right in the trap I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed I fucked that bih, she running 'round in laps You touch down in my city, you better tap That bih right here, she know she gotta tap I've seen that bitch run round in Nudy's 'Cat That bitch with me and now she on that pad I'm in southside, and I'm weighing the crack I'm in southside, and I got the gat I'm in southside, and I hang with blatt I'm in southside, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Too much lean, too much ice (hold up) One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint

(Wheezy outta here) Huh? Come on Wait, huh? Uh I do this shit with no pressure (no pressure) Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers (steppers) You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean You cannot run up and check us (check us) I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed Got 25 shooters in a sprinter (grrr) Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams (huh) I could make a movie, make a scene (yeah) I put the Glock on repeat (huh) Only Amiri the jeans (yeah) It hurt my Glock when I lean (oh, yeah) Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (don't talk) Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (don't speak) Look at my drip when I walk (walk) Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh I left that bitch in the back Then jumped in a 'Rari, then hopped in these streets (skrrt) I'm on my way to the stu' I'm geekin' off meds like who wanna lean? (Huh?) Lil' nigga get to the breesh (the breesh) Can't fuck with that bitch 'cause she treesh (she treesh) In three weeks we took back the streets Fuck all the opps and police Slime, yeah, yeah (woo), yeah (stop), yeah (spider) Yeah (huh), yeah (yeah), yeah (slime), yeah Bentley ashtray and it's just for the guts (uh) Don't you try cum in it slut (uh, uh, uh) I put a four in a A and a W and I've been sippin' on suds (uh, uh, uh) All three of my Carti's got ice on the bezels (yeah) Shit came from the trenches (woo) You speak on my name and it came with the pressure (and what?) We started destruction (yeah) I flew the bitch in way out from Australia (yeah), the global express (on God) I told the lil' nigga don't come with them messages, 'cause we kill the messenger (huh) My bitch got the Drac' with the beam (huh, huh) 400K large on her rings (that's right) Half a mil', don't you tell what you seen (huh, huh) I'ma boss up the street, hoe, you shittin' me? How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? (shmoney) It's a 16 passenger genie (yeah) Hold it down with this hoe, bro, you're killing me Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets (woah) We gonna make us a scene I send my dawg, check out the scene (woah) I can't even hide from the hoe All of this water, ice on my ring (woah) Don't get beside yourself When you see king, pussy hoe speak (uh) I rock designer belts Not neither one of them wrestling things I do this shit with no pressure (no pressure) Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers (steppers) You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean You cannot run up and check us (check us) I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed Got 25 shooters in a sprinter (grrr) Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams (huh) I could make a movie, make a scene (yeah) I put the Glock on repeat (huh) Only Amiri the jeans (yeah) It hurt my Glock when I lean (oh, yeah) Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (don't talk) Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (don't speak) Look at my drip when I walk (walk) Slimey like Thugger and Wheez' (Wheezy outta here)

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

It's getting late Why you gotta be beside me? Watching, needing, wanting me? I'm afraid, don't be I'm afraid, don't be I'm afraid, don't be I'm afraid, don't be I'm afraid Don't be, don't... Lila I know it's getting late, and I'm struggling to let go Although there's distance between us, there's no place I'd rather be I owe you some hospitality, and it comes so naturally Promise, I just need some more time If you can bear with me When last did we feel this close together? Chasing sunsets in California Don't make me wait, babe, it's been forever Don't take forever It's been forever Don't take forever It's been forever Trust me, I'm starting to realize And look beyond my fears Sun keeps on turning to twilight Baby, we don't have long I can't keep my hands off you All night, all my love You say it's getting too late Baby, don't be afraid When last did we feel this close together? Chasing sunsets in California Don't make me wait, babe, it's been forever Don't take forever It's been forever Don't take forever It's been forever Giddy up, girl, best I can do Go follow where the wind blows, mmm Sometimes, we all feel hollow My heart, girl, you can borrow, mmm Please don't make this all about you Please don't make this all about you Please don't make this all about you Please don't make this all about you