WORLD LYRICS

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[Intro: Che Ecru & Drake] Before I die I'm tryna fuck you, baby Hopefully we don't have no babies I don't even wanna go back home Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own [Verse 1: Drake] Ayy Trips that you plan for the next whole week Bands too long for a nigga so cheap And your flex OD, and your sex OD You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy) You got it, girl, you got (Yeah) Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin' You just took it off the lot, no mileage Way they hittin' you, the DM lookin' violent Talkin' wild, you come around and now they silent Flew the coop at 17, no guidance You be stayin' low but you know what the vibes is Ain't never got you nowhere bein' modest Poppin' shit but only 'cause you know you're poppin', yeah [Chorus: Drake] You got it, girl, you got it (Ayy) You got it, girl, you got it [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Lil' baby in her bag, in her Birkin No nine to five, put the work in Flaws and all, I love 'em all, to me, you're perfect Baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl (Oh-oh) You got it, girl, you got it, girl (Ooh) [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] I don't wanna play no games, play no games Fuck around, give you my last name (Oh) Know you tired of the same damn thing That's okay 'cause, baby, you [Chorus: Drake, Chris Brown & Both] You got it, girl, you got it (Oh, ooh, ayy) You got it, girl, you got it (Got it) [Verse 3: Chris Brown] You the only one I'm tryna make love to, pickin' and choosin' They ain't really love you, runnin' games, usin' All your stupid exes, they gon' call again Tell 'em that a real nigga steppin' in Don't let them niggas try you, test your patience Tell 'em that it's over, ain't no debatin' (Uh) All you need is me playin' on your playlist You ain't gotta be frustrated [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] I don't wanna play no games, play no games (Oh) Fuck around, give you my last name (My last name) Know you tired of the same damn thing (Same damn thing) That's okay 'cause, baby, you [Chorus: Drake, Chris Brown & Both] You got it, girl, you got it (Oh, ooh, ayy) You got it, girl, you got it (Got it) I don't wanna [Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Che Ecru] Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby (Yeah) Hopefully, we don't have no babies (Ooh) I don't even wanna go back home Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own You got it, girl, you got it, oh [Verse 4: Drake & Chris Brown] Play no games (No) Freaky (Freaky) I can learn a lot from you, gotta come teach me (Woo, woo) You a lil' hot girl, you a lil' sweetie (No, sweet) Sweet like Pearland, sweet like Peachtree (Like that) I can tell you crazy, but shit kind of intrigue me (No, yeah, I like that) (I don't wanna, I don't wanna) Seen it on the 'gram, I'm tryna see that shit in 3D, mami I know I get around 'cause I like to move freely (I don't, I don't) But you could lock it down, I could tell by how you treat me (I don't, I don't) I seen how you did homeboy, so please take it easy (No, yeah) Good to have me on your side, I ain't sayin' that you need me (Yeah, yeah) Six God talk but I ain't tryna get preachy (No, no, no) I seen how you did homeboy, please take it easier on me 'Cause I don't wanna (No) play no games, play no games (I don't wanna, I don't wanna) I don't wanna play no games, play no games (I don't, I don't)

[Intro: Quavo] Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt M-M-M-Murda [Chorus: Quavo] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (Skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (Bad), pop her like a cork (Pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (Dork, yeah) Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (Jump) Cotton candy (Drink), my cup tastes like the fair (Cotton) Straight up there (Where?), we didn't take the stairs (Where?) Faced my fears (My fears), gave my mama tears (Mama) Shiftin' gears (Shift), on the Nawf, get serious (Serious) [Verse 1: Quavo] Face all your fears, then get at me Hit so many donuts on them backstreets Sit so high in the nosebleeds (Yeah) Feel like I can fly, yeah Xans, Perky, check (Yeah), Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball (Ooh), just so I can flex Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks Take the air out your broad (Hey), now she can't go back (E) Xans, Perky, check (Yeah), Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball (Yeah), just so I can flex Take the air out the mall (Hey), walk in with the sacks Take the air out your broad (Woo, woo, woo, E) [Verse 2: Offset] Offset! Uh, the coupe came imported (Hey) This season's Off-White come in snorted (White) Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo) No human being, I'm immortal (No) Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek) Hundred K, I spend on my señora (Racks) My pinky on margarine, butter (Margarine) And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (Ayy) Soon, as I land on the Lear (Whew) Piguets, they wet, tears ('Guets) 488, hit the gears (488) Suicide doors, Britney Spears I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (Boujee) Criss Angel, make dope disappear (Voilà) Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (Skrrt) It's a race to the bag, get the mills (Hey) [Verse 3: Cardi B] Ride the dick like a BMX No nigga wanna be my ex (No) I love when he go on tour 'Cause he cums more, when I see him less I get up set off I turn Offset on I told him the other day Man, we should sell that porn Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (Yeah) Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me Is the same lips that be ass kissin' These hoes ain't what they say they are And their pussy stank, they catfishin' Same hoes that was sendin' shots They reachin' out like they back itchin' (Whoo) Why would I hop in some beef (Why?) When I could just hop in a Porsche? You heard she gon' do what from who? That's not a reliable source, no So tell me, have you seen her? Let me wrap my weave up I'm the trap Selena ¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt! [Chorus: Quavo] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (Skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (Bad), pop her like a cork (Pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (Dork, yeah) Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (Jump) [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth You see them stats, you know what I am about I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout Attention, I'ma need you to face front You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (Uh) You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti "Ayo, Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?" That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (Rrrrrr) [Verse 5: Takeoff] Brand new Chanels (Chanels) I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12) Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches 'Cause money is treatin' me well (Uh-uh) If Nicki should show me her titty Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (Swear) If I get to play with that kitty I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (Albums) Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one) Now I cannot feel the wheel (Woah) My chest bad, give me chills (Ice) And the left hand on Richard Mille (Ice) Not the watch, but the price on the ice If you don't know what that is (Huh) Motorsport, motorville Abort the mission, that's a kill (Pew, pew, brrr) [Chorus: Quavo] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (Skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (Bad), pop her like a cork (Pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (Dork, yeah) Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (Jump) Cotton candy (Drink), my cup tastes like the fair (Cotton) Straight up there (Where?), we didn't take the stairs (Where?) Faced my fears (My fears), gave my mama tears (Mama) Shiftin' gears (Shift), on the Nawf, get serious (Serious) [Outro: Quavo] Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (Grandma) Take away pain, ain't easy (Pain) That's why I fire up a bleezy (Fire) Niggas not cappin' this season

[Intro] Ugh, you're a monster [Verse 1: Eminem] I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walking around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisi' (Hey, hey) In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the [Chorus: Juice WRLD with Eminem] Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a [Chorus: Juice WRLD with Eminem] Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet [Verse 3: Eminem] If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well So they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari 'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em Swearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil, that means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my 'Gangsta Bitch' like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him Finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me And be on the receiving end of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you, bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full I'm not afraid to pull a—