Summer Walker – Body Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
We got London on da Track
[Verse 1]
I been all in my phone, I got options
And I don’t wanna tell you to drop it
But I don’t wanna play unfair, yeah, yeah
Somethin’ that makes me look at you too often
And baby, you can give it somethin’
Baby, I can run overtime, oh
[Chorus]
Baby, I’m talkin’ crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I’m late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my fresh, but I
Wouldn’t wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn’t wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin’
[Verse 2]
I don’t know what it is
I can’t tell you what it is
But you got me goin’ crazy
Sex with you is so amazin’
How, how long can you go, baby? Better last to my body, so ’cause it crazy
[Chorus]
Baby, I’m talkin’ crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I’m late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my fresh, but I
Wouldn’t wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn’t wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin’
[Outro]
I know, oh, I
I know, oh, I
I know we ain’t gotta talk, alright
I know you ain’t gotta talk, alright
Baby, I, I just wanna talk to you
I just wanna talk to you
Don’t this shit, don’t this shit
Know that we did, oh

Summer Walker – Anna Mae Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
What’s temporary? You want me here to stay (Stay)
But your situation tells me that it’s a waste of time
But never mind all that, mmh
Boy, I’m serious
You know you don’t have to play
I’m already on the way
You ain’t gotta say shit
So he set the mood on some love shit
Made a couple jokes about fuckin’, yeah
Might’ve kissed few times but never made a move on no cut shit
Just enjoyed the time that we had laid aside to be numb in
[Chorus]
All alone, we turned off our phones all the way
Your girl drivin’ your ass insane
And you know my nigga don’t play shit (Oh)
I say, “Babe, what we gonna do?” (Oh)
And you say, “We’ll have our cake and eat it too”
Too, our cake and eat it too, ah
Ah, yeah, our cake and eat it too, too
Our cake and eat it too, ooh-woah
[Outro]
It’s not the right time but
You say the timing is perfect
You want me to ride for you, on you, with you, my babe
You want me to lie
Say, “No, I haven’t seen this guy”
We doin’ the most
Takin’ pictures you know we can’t post
Can’t post
No, no, no, no, no (Oh)
All alone, we turned off our phones all the way
Your girl drivin’ your ass insane
And you know my nigga don’t play shit Me or you?

Danny Brown – Theme Song Lyrics

to P (Damn)
Taught me to keep it real, stand on my own (Yeah)
If I got you, rock a nigga brain with his nose bone
No time for the gimmicks (Yeah)
And I ain’t gotta lie when I say I’m independent (Alright)
[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas (Yeah)
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Damn)
[Outro]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Alright)
(Damn) But compared to me, look like he wear two left shoes (Uh)
Boy, I treat them lil’ virgins like the restroom
Take my hand and dance with the devil (Yeah)
Oh, boy, you in trouble, rattled the lion cage
Hope God strikes you down while you’re prayin’ on stage (Uh)
Jit at your burial, smoke squares at your grave
Then repent for my sins like, “God, I’m saved” (Alright)
He always forgive, later on, I forget
I had my fingers crossed, so I’m back on that shit
Catch another body ‘fore the song get mixed
The bullets is the lyrics, turn the rapper to a spirit (Yeah)
Singin’ with the angels, nigga long gone
Your song’s like bitch, a belly long, wear the thong wrong (Uh)
Nigga, I’m the wrong one to run on
My balls on her Kit-Kat, now she playin’ ping-pong (Alright)
[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Listen here, Little Richard, I don’t know what got into you
Did more for the game than you (Yeah)
That’s why I had to cut into ya, ya need to be checked
Lil’ niggas need to learn some respect (Alright)
When your show’s like the Rockettes, with some majorettes
Gimme a mic, and a DJ, and I’m set (Yeah)
‘Cause these bars on deck, ain’t gotta shake my ass
You the real definition of “ants in your pants”
Got a son, lil’ niggas, no child support (Yeah)
Sorta like the Bad Boys up against Jordan
But, nigga, you ain’t scorin’, not on me
Wrote this one on one knee, R.I.P. Play this song
[Verse 1]
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who they say is number one influencer, he number two (Yeah)
Yeah, he dance good, but guess where he got the moves?

Summer Walker – Over It Lyrics

Breakin’ these niggas down like enamel (Oh)
Yet I’m ready to blow you out like a candle
Can I really just blow you out like a candle? You a man, you say you the man (Oh)
You say you ’bout it, you say you got it planned (Oh)
I really wasn’t tryna listen
You say I ain’t got no discipline (Oh)
And that there why I wasn’t listenin’ (Oh)
[Verse 2]
But I need a nigga who can handle me (Oh)
I want a, a nigga who can handle me, oh
Nigga keep your hands off me
You wanna stay with me
But nigga, you just a fan of me (Fan of me)
Cuff your bitch, nigga
Nigga, cuff your bitch
Caught you slippin’ and a nigga hit a lick on you
Are you really tellin’ me that…
I could break you down like a gym, sweat
[Verse 3]
Fuck it and catch me at V-Live
I’ll be sippin’ D’USSE ’til I get dizzy
Actin’ like he care, he just don’t decide
I be tryna numb the pain, I be so his side (Oh)
Fuck it, you can catch me in the Hills (Oh)
Watch me close ’cause I’ll be poppin’ pills (Oh, oh)
All I ask for you to keep it trill (Oh)
All I ask for you to keep it real, real, real, real, real
[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Real, real, trill, keep one hunnid, oh no
Not too much emotion, no, no
You know I been fucked up, yeah, yeah
I should keep it trill, trill for me
I should keep it real, real, one hunnid Play this song
[Verse 1]
Am I really that much to handle?

Summer Walker – Potential Lyrics

Blowin’ bands to make me feel lovely
When I’m gone, will you still think of me? I need to know for sure
[Chorus]
’Cause you got potential, you got, you
You got potential, you got, you
You got potential (Potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential, you got, you
[Verse 2]
Caught my interest, talkin’ that shit
So intriguing (Yeah, yeah)
We could go far, go the distance
I could see it (Yeah)
I’m not tryna be out here with my hopes up
If you all for me, then let me know what’s up
Don’t change up on me in the long run
Keep it open, one hunnid
[Chorus]
‘Cause you got potential, you got, you
You got potential, you got, you
You got potential (Potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential, you got, you Play this song
[Chorus]
You got potential, you got, you
You got potential, you got, you
You got potential (Potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential, you got, you
[Verse 1]
Had a few niggas ride or die for me
Tell me, baby, will you slide for me? Give you the Glock 40, holding it down for me
I know you’re good in the hood, bust a couple juggs for me, yeah
When I’m on the low, will you still cover for me?

Summer Walker – Tonight Lyrics

Light up a few blunts and we can get high
No need to rush, but take your time
[Chorus]
I know it’s been too long
I’ve been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya, back to you
Can’t even play it cool
Thinkin’ of all them nights I would’ve rather been with you
Tonight, I wanna have some good fun tonight
I wanna get into something tonight
I just wanna make up for lost time
[Verse 2]
I like to taste it when you run down my back
Arched and relaxed
Oh, touch me like that
Please, nice and slow
[Chorus]
I know it’s been too long
I’ve been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya, back to you
Can’t even play it cool
Thinkin’ of all them nights I would’ve rather been with you
Tonight, I wanna have some good fun tonight
I wanna get into something tonight
I just wanna make up for lost time tonight
[Outro]
I know it’s been too long
I’ve been on the road too much
Gotta get back to ya, back to you
We got London On Da Track Why won’t you pour up that Hennessy? Play this song
[Intro]
Gotta get it right
I gotta get it right, yeah
You say, you say
You say, you say
You say, you say
[Verse 1]
You wanna search in this body of mine
Do you wanna be a good friend to me?

Gucci Mane – Big Booty Lyrics

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[Intro]
J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Megan Thee Stallion]
Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at (Go)
He want a flat booty bitch, I’m not with all that (No)
I got chips for days and I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks (Mwah)
It’s a block party, they done blocked off half the street (Wow)
She’s a big booty bitch showing ass and cheeks (Yeah)
She’s a walking bag of money, she’s a masterpiece
The way she running game on you, she’s an athlete (Go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece (Go)
And every time I get the head she get that bread from me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, look, it’s Gucci)
[Verse: Megan Thee Stallion]
Big old ass is heavy, shake that shit like jelly
Put me on your plate and slurp that shit up like spaghetti
Man, I make this shit look easy, I ain’t tryin’, I just be me
I ain’t never met a ho I felt like I had to compete with, uh
This the type of booty make a nigga drop his bitch, wait
This the type of ass when I get home, he washing dishes, uh
He wanna ride on a horse, he need to give me the keys to a Porsche
I told him until you finish your dinner, I cannot let you leave off of the porch
Boy, let me butter your corn on the cob
We give each other more neck than a bob
He like to put a little oil on my ass
Before he record so I feel like a star, huh
Rollin’ like I’m Tina, pussy Aquafina
Make this booty giggle like you Martin and I’m Gina, hmm
Put me in designer, uh, let me meet your mama, uh
If you got another bitch, don’t put me in no drama, ah
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at (Go)
He want a flat booty bitch, I’m not with all that (No)
I got chips for days and I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks (Mwah)
It’s a block party, they done blocked off half the street (Wow)
She’s a big booty bitch showing ass and cheeks (Yeah)
She’s a walking bag of money, she’s a masterpiece
The way she running game on you, she’s an athlete (Go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece (Go)
And every time I get the head she get that bread from me (It’s Gucci)
[Outro]
Big booty hoes, ho booty
Big, big, big booty
Big, big, big booty

Danny Brown – Belly of The Beast Lyrics

If it smell like syrup you gon’ get this work
But if it smell like perch, gotta disperse
I’m a pervert wearin’ sherbet, take your baby mama, turn her
As a youngin’ mama should have handcuffed me to the furnace
[Chorus: Obongjayar]
This can’t be real, I’m in a dream
I don’t have skin, I just shine
They can’t contain me I’m free
It feels like losing your mind Play this song
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Maniac off Xanny bars
Sack like Santa Claus
That puts you in the figure-four
My literature is like I wrote it in silver
And you’re on the podium with speech of rhodium
Your bitch like a leech on my scrotum
Ho tried to kill the dick, strangled them and choked ’em
After she was done I looked down at my penis
Like, she really ain’t mean it
Nigga, I’m anemic with the ink, you a Stevie Wonder blink
I take a piss in that same sink you wash dishes with
You’re illiterate, ya Bisquick soft
I pulled the biscuit then you dipped like cocktail sauce
I eat so many shrimp I got iodine poison
Hoes on my dick ’cause I look like Roy Orbison
Got a foursome with four fours and I called it a twelve
One was chubby, one was ugly, wack as hell (Ah)
[Chorus: Obongjayar]
This can’t be real, I’m in a dream
I don’t have skin, I just shine
They can’t contain me, I’m free
It feels like losing your mind
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Psycho, crazy, deranged
Spittin’ on tracks like oncoming train
Vocal laid down like tower of burnin’ flame
Sippin’ gasoline, made her pour canteen
Stone Temple Pilot crashed in to the wall
While listenin’ to Wu-Tang and rubbin’ on his balls
Off them bars of footballs, thoughts playin’ foosball
In VIP, sleep with shades on the boo-ya
So bitch, bust that shit open like you landed knee-first
Let me stick my finger in it, what it smell like, birth?

Chris Brown – Under the Influence Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Get up, get up
Kiddominant on the beat, better run it back
[Verse 1]
Fuckin’ Robitussin
I don’t know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah
Can’t do Percocets or Molly
I’m turnin’ one, tryna live it up here right, right, right
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, you, yeah
Riding through, yeah
Bring it over to my place
And you be like
“Baby, who cares?”
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
[Chorus]
You don’t know what you did, did to me
Your body like wait, speaks to me
I don’t know what you did, did to me
Your body like wait, speaks to me
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I can make it hurricane on it
Hunnid bands, make it rain on it
Tie it up, put a chain on it
Make you tattoo my name on it, oh
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let’s Go Pro and make a video, yeah
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let’s Go Pro and make a video
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, you, yeah
Riding through, yeah
Bring it over to my place
And you be like
“Baby, who cares?”
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
[Chorus]
You don’t know what you did, did to me
Your body like wait, speaks to me
I don’t know what you did, did to me
Your body like wait, speaks to me
[Outro]
Baby, you, yeah
Riding through, yeah
And you be like
“Baby, who cares?”
But I know you care

Chris Brown – Problem with You Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
D.A. got that dope
[Verse 1]
Friday, Saturday, Sunday night
Only girls in the crib if they ’bout that life (Yeah)
Twenty-twenty-five, is the usual
And I’m a young nigga with ’em, livin’ my best life (Oh)
Phone ring, I don’t really think about it (No)
It’s too late to talk about it
If you ain’t tryna get dicked down
That’s fine but
[Chorus]
My only problem with you is
You call me late and never come over
Why you gotta cap? It’s 3:30
And I’m horny and thirsty
So why-y-y-y
Why you be hittin’ my line up? It’s 3:30 (30)
And I’m horny (Horny) and thirsty (Ooh)
So why-y-y-y (Why?)
Why you be hittin’ my line up? Please don’t waste my time (Time)
You’re too damn fine for me not to pick up
[Verse 2]
Two missed calls from a bad bitch
Slide in the DM, I’ma smash it (Yeah)
4 AM, why you playin’ catfish? (Oh)
Please don’t waste my time (My time)
And you’re too damn fine for me not to pick up (Ooh)
Next best thing
Don’t text me
If you ain’t talkin’ sex, I won’t listen (Ooh)
I’m too fade, too faded
And you’re playing now
[Chorus]
My only problem with you is (Oh)
You call me late and never come over (Ooh, baby)
Why you gotta cap? (Oh-whoa)
It’s 3:30 (Oh-whoa)
And I’m horny and thirsty
So why-y-y-y
Why you be hittin’ my line up? You know you ain’t gon’ drive
You’re playin’ with my mind again
A nigga tryna get some head
New gifts from you in my bed
Thinkin’ what I’m ’bout to do with your legs
But I know you ain’t comin’ so my
[Chorus]
My only problem with you is (Only problem is)
You call me late and never come over
Why you gotta cap? Please don’t waste my time (My time)
You’re too damn fine for me not to pick up
[Verse 3]
Don’t know why you play with me
You can really get e-everything
Head to toe, I’ma lick you up and down
Have you ever tried the sex swing?