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Butterfly

Listen all you girlies
Even though I haven't met you
Gonna catch you soon
In my butterfly net
You'd better watch out
 
Sometimes when I watch you
I stretch out my hand to touch you
'Cause it drives my me wild
To see you flutter by
You butterfly
 
I won't squeeze you dead
Aiming through your head
I just want your love
 
I won't cry your name
In Latin, in the rain
'Cause raining, it's a shame
 
Listen all you girlies
Even though I haven't met you
Gonna catch you soon
In my butterfly net
You'd better watch out
 

I'm a King Bee

Well, I'm a king bee
Buzzing around your hive
Yes I'm a king bee, child
Buzzing around your hive
I can make good honey
Let me come inside
 
I'm young and able
To buzz all night long
You know, I'm young and able
To buzz all night long
When you hear me buzz little girl
You know there's some stinging going on
 
Well buzz
Oh sting
Yeah
 
Well, I'm a king bee
Can buzz all night long
Yes, I'm a king bee
Can buzz all night long
Well, I can buzz better baby
When your man is gone
 

Run, Run Rudolph

Ho-Ho-Ho!
 
You better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
Santa Claus is comin' to town
Santa Claus is comin'... to town
 
He's making a list, he's checking it twice
He's gonna find out who's naughty or nice
Santa Claus is comin' to town
Santa Claus is comin' to town
Santa Claus is comin'...
 
Well, out of all the reindeer, you know you're the mastermind
You better run, run Rudolph, we won't be too far behind
Run, run Rudolph, Santa's gotta make it to town
Oh Santa make 'em hurry, tell em' we can take the freeway down
You better run, run Rudolph, whizzin' like a merry-go-round
 
Said Santa to a boy child, 'What have you been longing for?'
He said, 'That all I want for Christmas is a rock n' roll electric guitar'
And then away went Rudolph whizzin' like a shooting star
 
Oh, run, run Rudolph, Santa's gotta make it to town
Santa make 'em hurry tell em', we can take the freeway down
You better run, run Rudolph, whizzin' like a merry-go-round
 
Hey Santa baby!
 
Said Santa to a girl child 'What would please you most to get?'
She said, 'A little baby doll that can cry, sleep, drink and wet'
Ah-ah, and then away went Rudolph a whizzing like a Sabrejet
Ah-ah, run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town
Santa tell 'em hurry, tell 'em we can take the freeway down
You better run, run Rudolph, whizzin' like a merry-go-round
 
Ah-ah, run, run Rudolph
Run, run Rudolph
Run, run Rudolph
Run, run Rudolph
You better run, run Rudolph
Well Santa's gotta to make it to town
 
Thanks Santa!
Ho-Ho-Ho, my brother!
 

The King Is Dead

The king is dead
No doubt about it
We came a long way
Just to say goodbye
And in the end
It was the same old swansong
 
The king is dead
You'd never know it
But we got pictures
Of a different man
He's flesh and blood
No one knows all the answers
Some days we just do the best we can
 
You changed my mind in a minute
It breaks my heart to admit it
Don't make me say…
 
The king is dead
The show is over
We came a long way
Just to turn around
Lesson learned
No one knows all the answers
Some days we just do the best we can
 
You changed my mind in a minute
It breaks my heart to admit it
No one's to blame
 
You let me in behind the lies
But you're no use to me lifesize
No one's to blame
 
Some days we just do the best we can (×2)
 
You changed my mind in a minute
It breaks my heart to admit it
Don't make me say…
 
The king is dead (×2)
 

Ric Flair Drip

[Intro]
(Bijan 4 The 1 Time)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga! (hey)
 
[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go 'woo' on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
 
[Verse 1]
Poppin' but you really not gon' shoot (pop)
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (oo-oo)
It's the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
Ain't worried 'bout the bag 'cause the cash accumulatin (bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (hey)
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (grind)
Put the iron on him if a nigga my opponent (iron)
My car five-hundred and I don't put no miles on it (ho)
I was runnin' 'round homie, with five-hundred thou' on me (ho)
 
[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go 'woo' on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)
 
[Verse 2]
Told my fam, got the gang with me (gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin' on me? (how? how?)
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt!)
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division (north, nawf)
Aim at your brain, yea we bought ya just like it's an auction, ain't it (hey)
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it's car collision (brrt-brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey)
My shooter be begging 'please', he ready to wack a nigga (please, please)
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (woo)
I'm giving your ho away like she a raffle, nigga (here, here)
We get at it, then we 'gone pray with the pastor's scriptures (hey)
 
[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go 'woo' on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go 'woo' on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
 

Violation Freestyle

Ain't no more muthafuckin 'Wassup, bro!' with these niggas, man!
As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas.
 
I just woke up to the money today,
Fuck all that demon shit, I'm bout to pray,
I really posted on blocks with these K's,
I'm thinkin about puttin some stock in the braids.
Back up, lil bitch, you ain't bad enough,
All of my foreigns get mounted up,
Bust down my wrist, bitch, I'm Patek'd up,
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up,
I pick out a foreign, got options.
Get up your bag and you pop shit,
Gelato smell just like a moshpit,
No more vodka, we sippin on Active.
 
I got more money than all of you nigga ,
If I feel like it's smoke, then I'm callin out niggas,
Lil nigga, lil nigga, you act like you bigger,
Fuck all that Uzi, we give them the SIG gun!
Lil boy, boy, you ain't did nothin',
30K shows, that's that kid money,
Thankin the lord what he did for me,
I thank him cause really I did something.
Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet,
They really don't understand what I'm sayin,
From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams,
Lawrenceville High, we got 85 vans,
A lot of big names we done put them on game,
Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains.
I don't upload a nigga, but when I see you I'll expose you, niggas,
Niggas so young that I'm feelin like I'm a OG,
At the top with the older niggas,
Ten thousand racks, wipe his nose, official,
Amsterdam, wrappin' a global figure,
And I got loads of figures.
It's all red, yeah, the coupe, it's a blister,
Cause you're rich, lil nigga, ain't official,
You was broke, readin bricks, scared of pistols.
 
I just woke up to the money today,
Fuck all that demon shit, I'm bout to pray,
I really posted on blocks with these K's,
I'm thinkin about puttin some stock in the braids.
Back up, lil bitch, you ain't bad enough,
All of my foreigns get mounted up,
Bust down my wrist, bitch, I'm Patek'd up,
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up,
I pick out a foreign, got options.
Get up your bag and you pop shit,
Gelato smell just like a moshpit,
No more vodka, we sippin on Active.
 

Julep

I died happy in my sleep
I died happy in my sleep
My children around and you looking down
Heaven's a julep on the porch
Heaven's a julep on the porch
You and me rocking
A grandfather clock is tick, tick, tocking to the time
We used to wind it
 
She brought the sugar and the mint
She brought the sugar and the mint
And he brought the whiskey
Asked for my blessing
Yes sir I know she's
 
Heaven's a julep on the porch
Heaven's a julep on the porch
You and me rocking
A grandfather clock is tick, tick, tocking to the time
We used to wind it
Got time
We used to wind it
 
Now the time stands still
We can drink our fill
Out of silver
That will never
Tarnish like we will
 
You were just a girl that I should meet
You were the girl that I would meet
For drinks in the backyard
A beautiful daughter
Lifetimes of summer
And love ever after
 
I died happy in my sleep
I died happy in my sleep
My children around and you looking down
Heaven's a julep on the porch
Heaven's a julep on the porch
You and me rocking
A grandfather clock is tick, tick, tick, tick, tocking to the time
We used to wind it
Got time
We used to wind it
 
Oh it's tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tocking to the time
We used to wind it
 

Metro Boomin Interlude

This beat is so, so Metro
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
 

Familiarity

It's on
Again you hate it but you know it then
You know it and so do your friends
And you can sing together when
It's on
Pretend you love it because you love them
As you explode out of your phones (amen)
to make some music of your own (amen)
You can hate it softly to yourself alone
A man among amens
 
A ringing bell, or programmed drums or both
I couldn't tell but I rejoice
 
A smoke machine or a swinging thurible
it was hard to see but I lifted up my voice
We've come together over we know not what...
 
A call to prayer, or the last for alcohol
we didn't care; We knelt and bowed our heads
 
Or did we dance?
Like we may never get another chance to disconnect
We've come together
Over we know not what to say I love you
 
I love you, I love you
I mean it, I want to feel it
God help me feel it
I love you
God knows I mean it
God help me feel it
God knows we mean it
God help us feel it...
 
We lie in bed
The wireless dancing through my head
Until I fear the space between my breaths
I see an end to where I don't love you like I can
Cause I've forgotten how it feels (amen)
To love someone or thing for real (amen)
So darling when you wake, remind me what we've done
That can't be shared, or saved, or even sung
It's on
Again you nod your head and take my hand
Though I'm not sure where we'll go (amen)
To worship more than what we know (amen)
As long as you're there I won't be alone
A man among amens
 

I Blew It Off

The sun hits the back of my neck
Through a crack in the window shade
I blow it off
I blow it off
'Cause I keep outside
In the ears and eyes
Of friends I've never met
I blow it off
I blow it off
 
There's nothin' to say
That couldn't just as well be sent
I've got an American share
Of 21st century stress
 
Your trouble vibrates the table
Interrupts my reverie
I blow it off
I blow it off
'Cause if it's that bad
It ain't gettin' better
Face to face with me
So I blow it off
I blow it off
 
There's nothin' to say
That couldn't just as well be sent
I've got an American share
Of 21st century stress
 
Just go ahead and bloody up your knuckles
Knockin' at my door
I'll blow 'em off
I'll blow em off
 
'Cause there's nothin' to say
That couldn't just as well be sent
We've all got an American share
Of 21st century stress
 
See the oceans rise and leave the nations
Cryin' at heaven's door
I blew it off
I blew it off
 

Sivut