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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMELTDOWN (Feat. Drake)
YeahTensions is definitely risingT'd up right nowT time, T timeT time, T time, T timeTeatime like I got a cup of this shitTee time like golf at a quarter to sixI'd love to fuck on a regular bitchFamous hoes lame but they stay on my dickHeard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shitYou talk to the cops on some therapist shitYou act like you love this American shitBut, really, the truth is you scared of the 6Yeah, you scared of the 6Yeah, you scared of the 6Your bodyguard put in some work on a flukeNow you wanna go and inherit that shitDon't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shitOr come to the boy on some arrogant shitThe weapons we got are some terrorist shitLike TV producers we, grr,We airing this shitShe askin' for bread for her parents and shitI told her, "I don't got no cash"And she said she gon' wait on a rack,On some Arabic shitI pull out a million and stare at the shitMy dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hitMy schedule is out, come spin us, for realMan, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shitI melt down the chains that I bought from yo' bossGive a fuck about all of that heritage shitSince V not around,The members done hung up the LouisThey not even wearing that shitDon't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shitDon't come to the boy about sparing some shitYou lucky that Vogue was suing'Cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shitIs you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (Ah)And they scared of the seven (Seven)After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It's lit)Me at the house, I got seven in heavenThey think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverendAnd shawty a therapist, poppin' her shitShe inching my way and she started confessingI know what's at stake,I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey"Connect collect calls right off of the cellyGave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout bellyDon't keep it sincere, I go MakaveliI got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah) , yeahIs you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me'Cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs)Got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)Burn a athlete like it's caloriesFind another flame hot as me, bitch(Ooh)Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Nah)Is you fucking crazy? (What?)Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah)Is you fucking crazy? UhIs you fucking crazy? UhIs you fuckin'—Is you fuckin'—Is you fucking crazy?I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe(Couple, maybe)Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes(Fuck Mercedes)I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby(Have the baby)I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby(In Walmart)Your boy going Lionel Messi,I go Tom Brady(Woo)Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)Now I let the chains hang,You gotta tuck yours maybe(Tuck it, tuck it)Niggas talkin' Scarface,I'm that in real life (Ooh)Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy?(Fuckin' crazy)Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes(Straight up)Man, the clique ain't been the sameSince they lost the greatest(Nah, nah, nah)We outside with the army,So you need the—, uh-uhThem boys rollin' all brownLike they whippin' gravyMake a circus outsideLike it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)Blickey hanging on my side,It's like it's really banging(Blickey, blickey, blickey)She move her panties to the side,She want it raw when faded(Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)Is you fucking crazy?Is you fucking crazy?Is you fucking crazy or what?Is you fucking crazy? UhIs you fucking crazy or what?Is you fuckin'—Is you fuckin'—Is you fucking crazy?
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