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1 Contributorang2ls.zip Lyrics [Part I: underscores — Do It / Music] [Intro] (I-O-U) [Verse 1] Last night, I had a wet dream 'bout the perfect song I know, I know, I'm too far gone O-opened my eyes and forgot all of the notes By any chance, do you know how it goes? [Pre-Chorus] There's something up with you That I just can't get a read on When you walk into the room It's like we have a theme song And I feel it calling me So I might as well just do it There ain't nothin' stopping me It's just, when I'm with you, it feels like [Chorus] Music (Music) It's happening again, I feel the BPM I feel the music (Music) And usually I'm hard to please, but I feel the harmony, mm [Verse 2] It's a miracle, you're not New York Catholic You're not LA spiritual, I just can't stand when people talk Like they're a therapist, but your words sound like they come from God I can't compare to it, I try and (It's embarrassing) [Pre-Chorus] And I don't know what to do Never gelled this well with someone I just want to catch up to you And I don't know where it comes from And my leg is fast asleep And there's no way I can move it You don't gotta stay back for me It's just, when I'm with you, it feels like [Chorus] Music (Music) It's happening again, I feel the BPM I feel the music (Music) And usually I'm hard to please, but I feel the harmony I feel the music (Music) It's happening again, I feel the BPM I feel the music (Music) And usually I'm hard to please, but I feel the harmony [Part II: Kim Petras — 101] [Intro] Hands up, bitches, it's a robbery Yeah, pump it louder, make the speakers bleed Go throw that money like it came for free Yeah, don't act like you wasn't watching me [Pre-Chorus] You hoes love my image, love, love my image Take notes, my image so, so delicious Dick ride my image, can't buy my image Like damn, I did it I'm the one of one of one of one of— (Woo) [Chorus] One, one of one, one of one, one of one of one of One, one of one, one of one, one of one of one of (One) One of one, one of one, one of one of one of (One) One of one, one of one of one of one of one of— [Post-Chorus] My image, my image My image (For, for sure) [Interlude] Your boyfriend buss a lot When I walk it in my outfit in the— Your boyfriend buss a lot When I— (Frost Children, bitch) [Verse 1] Your boyfriend buss a lot When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot, yeah That's right, I took the spot And you're 'bout to get a ticket when the album drops Sure talk a lot, get clocked a lot Is that why you walkin' funny with your panties in a knot? Get a job or something, move it, bumpkin When I shake my shit, you gon' watch it, bitch [Pre-Chorus] Hoes love my image, love, love my image Take notes, my image so, so delicious Dick ride my image, can't buy my image Like damn, I did it I'm the one of one of one of one of— (Woo) [Chorus] One, one of one, one of one, one of one of one of One, one of one, one of one, one of one of one of (One) One of one, one of one, one of, one of, one of (One) One of one, one of one of one of one of one of— [Verse 2] Want what I want And I get it, get it, get it (Detour) And you want what I got You can't have it, have it, have it 'Cause I want what I want And I get it, get it, get it And you want what I got You can't have it (Woo), have it, have it (One of) [Chorus] One of one, one of one, one of one, one of one of one of One, one of one, one of one, one of one of one of (One) One of one, one of one, one of one of (Woo, one) One of one, one of— (One of one of one of one of—) [Bridge] When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot (Fro—) When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot When I walk it in my outfit in— (Bitch) Walk it in my outfit in the parking lot When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot (D—) Lot, in the parking lot, yeah Parking lot, in the parking lot, in the parking lot When I walk it in my outfit in the parking lot [Outro] Your boyfriend buss a lot Buss, buss a lot, bu-bu-buss a lot, bu— Your boyfriend buss a lot Buss, buss a lot, buss a lot Your, your Your boyfriend Your, your boyfriend Your, your boyfriend Your boyfriend buss a lot (Bitch) [Part III: Igethigh — Amberlicious] [Chorus] Got a lot of shit to do that I don't want to And I know that I'm a mess, so I can't call you (I get high) I get high (I get high) Can't believe all the places that I've fell to There's so many things I wish I could tell you (I get high) I get high (Like an angel) [Verse] Can't understand what you see in me Feels like you're the only person who believes in me So much on my mind that I can't even speak Too-too fucked up so I can't see you for a week Don't take it personal, I'm just dollparts My life's a horror movie, you're a Hallmark Wish I could split myself in two, give you the good side But all I want to do is go and get high [Bridge] (Like an angel) (Like an angel) (Like an angel) (Like an angel) [Chorus] Got a lot of shit to do that I don't want to And I know that I'm a mess, so I can't call you So I get high I get high (Like an angel) Can't believe all the places that I've fell to There's so many things I wish I could tell you (I get high) I get high (Like an angel) (Like an angel) [Outro] There's so many things I wish I could tell you (Like an angel) Things I wish I could tell you (I get high) I get high (Like an angel) I get high (Like an angel) I get high (Like an angel) (Like an angel) [Part IV: Crazy — Cortisa Star] [Intro] (Oh my God, stop the music) [Chorus] I start feelin' crazy, then I panic, bullet in the head Start hearin' some voices, it's a demon locked up in the shed Start to get real antsy, and I'm scared, and my vision red Whole time I'm just sitting, Glock in hand, right up in my bed [Verse 1] Now I'm hearin' tapping, think I'm crazy, so they give me meds Hunnid fucking bands inside my panties, just to make it right Shadows from the corner, they got switches, when they comin' tonight? Only go away with a lighter, gotta make a light Me and demons close, they my twins, yeah, we really tight And I'm smokin' on exotic, ain't got blunts, so we use a pipe Write my bars online, ain't no pen, bitch, I only type Yeah, they know my name, hunnid bands, just to get 'em hype (Fuck) [Chorus] I start feelin' crazy, then I panic, bullet in the head (Bitch) Start to here some voices, it's a demon locked up in the shed Start to get real antsy, (Fuck) now I'm scared, and my vision red Whole time I'm just sitting, Glock in hand, right up in my bed [Verse 2] Wake up, then I realize this ain't home, we in a fuckin' tomb See a fuckin' tunnel, it's connected to a tiny room When I see the figures, I soon realize that my ass is doomed When they see me start to run, then wake up, in a time of noon When I'm feelin' anxious, scoop my eyes out with a fuckin' spoon Hit a fuckin' blunt, I'm high as fuck, and then I start to goon Slap these bitches, hit 'em, really easy, like I'm Miss LaTomb Fuckin' with the beat, and all these bars, and fuckin' with the tomb [Part VI: sexyyranoutstupidmix — hiltuns] [Intro: Sexyy Red] Female Gucci Mane, big-ass diamond chain (Burr) Real hood bitch, the North what I claim (You know it) Yo' jewelry hella dingy, for sure my diamonds bling (Blingy) Niggas be all on my bumper, damn, hold up, gang These niggas like the way I talk, said they like my slang All in my DM and he tryna give me brain I ain't gotta tell you, you already know my name (It's Sexyy) Bitches tryna be my friend, but I don't wanna hang [Verse 1: Sexyy Red] I'm hella conceited, bitch, I'm sexy as shit I see you steady lookin', baby, go'n take a pic (Wassup) My belly on flat and I got some nice tits (Ooh) Walkin' past the mirror, I'm like, "Damn, I'm gettin' thick" 5'5", slim-thick with some juicy lips (Mwah) I like hood niggas, fuck with Bloods and the Crips Fresh pedicure, went and got some white tips (Yeah) Long exotic weave that come down to my hip [Verse 2: JT] Life's still lifin' (Yeah), hoes still mad (Why?) I'd rock consignment before I go out sad (Facts) Uploadin' Kelly's, ho, where your box at? (What up, box ho?) Say you fuck with Pluto, ho, where your watch at? (Ha) Last time I checked, I'm the baddest bitch out Wait, let me check again, still the baddest bitch out (Facts) Fake ass hoes, JT still the realest (Yeah) Big ass veneers, ho, go on about your business (Hold on, now) This ass sit up better than a fitness coach How the BBL fit? 'Cause it's custom, ho New Chanel on my lap, it don't touch the floor (Nah) Black truck pull up, I don't touch the door [Chorus: JT] Bitch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out (Shake that ass, ho) My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho) How the fuck we beefin', you was fanned out? (Make 'em mad, ho) I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out (Stay on they ass, ho) Had to stay down, bitches ran out (Shake that ass, ho) My card ain't work, so I ran out (Get that cash, ho) The time for these niggas done ran out (Make 'em mad, ho) I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out [Post-Chorus: JT] My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out Bitch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out Bitch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out Bitch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out [Verse 3: JT] Glock came designed like Angela Simmons Me and my bitches tight like Lululemon (Squad) Match diamonds in my Audemar Marry niggas for they green card Print my name on that Green Dot If you fuck with me, nigga, that's a flex though (Yeah) I got a trophy on my dresser say "Best Ho" Conceited bitch, I ain't worryin' 'bout the next ho I'm that bitch 'cause I motherfuckin' said so [Chorus: JT] Bitch, I'm getting money, I ain't ran out (Shake that ass, ho) My bitches shakin' ass with they hand out (Get that cash, ho) How the fuck we beefin', you was fanned out? (Make em' mad, ho) I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out (Stay on they ass, ho) Had to stay down, bitches ran out (Shake that ass, ho) My card ain't work, so I ran out (Get that cash, ho) The time for these niggas done ran out (Make 'em mad, ho) I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out [Post-Chorus: JT] I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I'm still gettin' money, I'm still gettin money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I'm still gettin' money, I'm still gettin money, I ain't running out [Outro: JT] (I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I'm still gettin' money, I'm still gettin money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I ain't running out I'm still gettin' money, I'm still gettin' money, I'm still gettin money, I ain't running out)