Petit Biscuit Mixed My Taste 4 It

"Love In The Club"

Yeah

I can't find love in this club (No)
Blew a couple racks, now she touchin' on me
I can't show love in this club, no (No)
All my niggas strapped, but we keep it low-key
You don't wanna tell 'em what you doin' for the night
He left you all alone so you doin' what you like
If we fall in love in this club (No)
She gon' probably tell her friends she was fuckin' on me
So I can't fall in love in this club (No)
Blew a couple racks, now she touchin' on me
I can't show love in this club, no (No)
All my niggas strapped, but we keep it low-key
You don't wanna tell 'em what you doin' for the night
He left you all alone so you doin' what you like
If we fall in love in this club (No)
She gon' probably tell her friends she was fuckin' on me (Yeah)

I can't show no love and affection
I got all the drugs in my section, oh
She gon' probably fall in love in my section
So she know not to come to my section, no
I know how to make you come this way (Oh)
Can't nobody make you cum this way (No)
I know how to show you love when you stressed (Oh)
You should let a nigga love and caress (On you)
I ain't pull up to the club tryna hold hands
He flexin' with a bitch who look just like a grown man
She in ya section, this Presidential Rollie got me ready for elections
Soon as I step in the club, they sendin' bottles my direction, oh
Who these other niggas you be trippin' over? (Oh)
I was hopin' that maybe we could get closer
Bad lil' bitch, I can't give her no exposure
Why these other niggas tryna take your clothes off?

I know you don't feel the same
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh-oh
I'ma blow it all, tell the same
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh-oh

So I can't fall in love in this club (No)
Blew a couple racks, now she touchin' on me
I can't show love in this club, no (No)
All my niggas strapped, but we keep it low-key
You don't wanna tell 'em what you doin' for the night
He left you all alone so you doin' what you like
If we fall in love in this club (No)
She gon' probably tell her friends she was fuckin' on me (Yeah)

(feat. Post Malone)

I was raised by the wolves (I was raised by)
I was raised by the wolves (I was raised by)

I was raised by the wolves, ate 'til they full
Run through the night, playing with your life
Go against the pack, that's risking your life
Better play it right, yeah, you better play it right

I got loyalty and blood, I do anything for love
And everything for us, doing everything like everything ain't been too much
You know my favorite time to come through for you is the clutch, last second, what a rush
I'm the type to talk to the stars (I look up)
Straight up, these ain't tattoos these are scars
My young dogs will tear you and the witnesses apart (Straight up)
They care about starving more than they do about a charge (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Me, I can't break a commitment (No)
I done seen people fuck up the whole team 'cause they couldn't play they position
Talking about they didn't mean it, bitch
You know the road to hell was paved with good intentions
I see myself in my nemesis, I contemplated forgiveness, I think I lost all my innocence
Hoe my life depend on this, this ain't no simple sucker shit
Try and steal and you get bit, that's what you motherfucking get
I feel safer taking risks and I can't eat this on my own life
Put my back against the wall just to see how much I've grown dawg

Hör gut zu, Babe, das ist sowas wie ein Liebessong
Ich weiß, du bekommst sehr viel Liebe von Jungs
Die dir auf Facebook schreiben und alle deine Bilder durchliken
Und mit der Einstellung gehst du dann in 'n Club
Du bist die arrogante Fotze, die niemanden ankuckt
Du bist fame und so, voll cool und so
Chillst mit Gays und so, in der Schule und so
Du willst einen reichen Mann und einen Schoßhund, ey
Das ist doch alles nur Firlefanz
Du bist doch wirklich nur ein Produkt
Von jedem Schwanz im Netz, der eine Stimme hat
Was bringts dir, wenn du reiche Jungs kennst?
Wenn du nach einem One Night Stand
Dann mit Wichse im Gesicht in deren Benz sitzt?
Du weißt nicht, dass das, was du bist
Das selbe wie 'ne Nutte ohne Stolz ist
Wenn die Patte stimmt, trink bei dir eine Horde ein, ein, ein
Deshalb fallen mir auch für die Hook nur zwei Worte ein

Du kleine Hu-Huure
Du kleine Hu-Huure
Du kleine Hu-Huure
Du kleine Hu-Huure

Wieso suchst du den Blickkontakt zu mir
Seitdem ich meine Hand nahm aus der Hosentasche?
Kann es sein, ist es wirklich dein Ernst
Dass es daran liegt, dass ich 'ne Rolex trage?
Ein Menschenleben ist unbezahlbar, kennst du Sigmund Freud nicht
Oder wieso bist du ansonsten plötzlich so kontaktfreudig?
Du kriegst eigentlich immer alles, was du willst – versprochen, heut nicht
Denn der Wert deiner Prinzipien ist hundert Euro, Bitch
Du verlässt das Haus, sagst deiner Mama nicht tschau
Um an Wochenenden dann mal auf die Kacke zu hau'n
Auf Insta und so machst du dann auf klasse Frau
Verschweigst der Welt, du kleine Bitch lebst im Plattenbau
„Highlife, my life“ in deiner Story, im Hintergrund Villen
Du chillst in knapper Kleidung im Benz auf Stoff
Und jetzt muss ich gemein sein, sorry
Aber dein Block geht wie der von Sido vom ersten bis zum sechzehnten Stock
Und natürlich trägst du

Like free my broski Jacks
Ay, [?] wolves in packs
They run off if we pop out the flats
Jakes tryna get man trapped
Fam, why you want all my niggas bagged
Next white ting it's on I'm on
Come link me there where it's at
Spill piglet juice and I'm done
If you see Biscuit, officer, officer run
Same when you see it on cam
Do it then run
Bis ain't in it for fun
I'm raging, Spartan's raging, Kuku mad
Put him in the can
So I can do wheel all day
Ready for war all day
Cut through the block they pray
4 door truck look zate (zate, zate, zate)
So I can do wheel all day
Ready for war all day (for war all day)

Harlem for money
Spartans we step out and do up your badman brother
She look peng with a K on her face
And that one really sounds like her mother
Man's way too Ku
Hop out, hop out, boo
Three Spartans, One Ku
Two pedals up in the zoo
KuKu

Harlem for money
Spartans we step out and do up your badman brother
She look peng with a K on her face
And that one really sounds like her mother
Man's way too Ku
Hop out, hop out, boo
Three Spartans, One Ku
Two pedals up in the zoo
KuKu

Bro tryna brown and leng
My one's gold and peng
Reach out to Latz and Loose
Apparently need a man doing bare loose screws
Still we bop over there
They see us just everywhere
No skeng here, no toss do I care
On a Spartan ting
Get a man down, they run with mash
Man put life on line for blood or bro
Spartan ting
Ching to the born
Carry couldn't touch my buttons
Kennington's flow
Spartan or Ku
Kennington flow
[?] couldn't chat like us
I be tryna run from them
Really tryna get me bagged (snitches)
Lonely Spartan

Harlem for money
Spartans we step out and do up your badman brother
She look peng with a K on her face
And that one really sounds like her mother
Man's way too Ku
Hop out, hop out, boo
Three Spartans, One Ku
Two pedals up in the zoo
KuKu

Harlem for money
Spartans we step out and do up your badman brother
She look peng with a K on her face
And that one really sounds like her mother
Man's way too Ku
Hop out, hop out, boo
Three Spartans, One Ku
Two pedals up in the zoo
KuKu

[Zico:]
K on my blade with Bis, doing up patrols in the manor
Hello with the rest like two make a Kennington bop then stagger
Splash a man down till him stand up
Back to the trap for the bag up
Dish dish dat, bare chat
Don't worry boy best smile for the camera (flash)
Still trap mash, still got food for the cats
But why these niggas talk bad it's mad
Cah most these niggas been wacked
Doing up party with the gang
Two shots with the Grey Goose and I'm back
Feeling like Mist in the trap
Peng one screaming out "Karlas back"
Cah, I got hang one hang
Dash, better get known on you're getting on your back
Cah hang one hang
Dot dot 10kg in the bag
Hit him three times and I'm swirving
I'm with Bis, misch mash
And you really misch mash
Get a phone, get twerking
Brown and leng, looking 10 out of 10
On a milli in person
But it's MOB, got a thing on me
Won't lack when I'm serving
Got bros in jail and I'm hurting
Bros them really put work in
Don't sit, don't lack, get shows
And volts man a clothes and curtains

[Bis:]
Harlem for money
Spartans we step out and do up your badman brother
She look peng with a K on her face
And that one really sounds like her mother
Man's way too Ku
Hop out, hop out, boo
Three Spartans, One Ku
Two pedals up in the zoo
KuKu

Free strikes when I get caught, you're dead
And we put sheets on a ped
We put sheets on a skeng
Splash is free
How could I lack, how could they snitch on man
But you claim you're a real arse, real arse man
These niggas ain't numb, but dumb
Just pushing his bun
Bro leave sauce on man, he's stutting
Still keep the trapline jump
Dash ain't numb, but fun
Fam, free the niggas I love
Family treating my circle
Spartan gang, fam
Don't cash spend on war
Most man planned for war
The the ting crash get worse
Jakes got the whole thing capped
Free my gang
Grab them man, they run not gang
What if we jump out on a fed like shh
What if we do up a pig like shh
What if we do it like see it on cam
Rookies ran, still tryna cam like set
Kennington rep

[Pop Smoke:]
CashMoneyAP
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, oh
Oh (I'm tryna fuckin' get 'em), oh (I'm tryna fuckin' get 'em)
Oh, oh (Get 'em), oh
Oh (Gettin' big on this), oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
What do you want? Won't tell you twice, yeah
I'm a thief in the night (Thief in the night), oh

I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I'm always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night (Look)

If I call you bae, you bae for the day
Or a bae for the night, you not my wife
She want a killer to fuck all night
I wanna fuck on a thot, gimme head all night
AP, big rocks, in the hood with the 'rillas
Five K on the dinner, bring three hundred thou' to the dealer

I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I'm always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night (Baby)

[Lil Baby:]
I'm rich but I'm ridin', I'm low on exotic, I'm 'bout to fly out and go get me some
Nothin' ain't seen, all this money on me, hunnid racks in the bag, that's honey bun
Baby OG, I been runnin' these streets, got the game from Lashawn, I'm my mama's son
Learned 'bout the triple cross when I was young and I know I ain't goin' so I keep a gun
I flew to Paris just to buy some Dior
She beggin' for attention, I don't see her
C.I.P. Pop I wish that you could see us
Me and Cash plus whenever I go re-up
I got some niggas in the street, won't beat me
I got the industry tryna be me
I just go Ray Charles, they can't see me
I'm in a Rolls-Royce with a RiRi

[Pop Smoke:]
I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I'm always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night (Yeah)

[DaBaby:]
Like a thief in the night (Thief)
I pull up, give her D for the night (Uh-huh)
Tryna fuck in the V, it's aight (Let's fuck)
We can't fuck up my seats 'cause they white (That's my seats, watch my motherfuckin' seats)
I'm livin' like "Thriller", I only come out at the night time
She don't fuck with liquor, don't like bein' tipsy
She don't do the Henny, just white wine (What she do?)
Pop the cork on some new Pinot Grigio (Yeah)
I pull up in the Porsche wit' a freaky ho (Zoom)
Park the Porsche and pull up in a Lambo (Hmph)
I hop out, Major Payne, rockin' camo (Yessir)
Think she cute, make her fuck, let her man go (She cute)
Like to shoot, light you up, bitch, I'm Rambo
Cuban link full of rocks, it's a choker (Oh)
Rest in peace to the Pop, make me smoke ya

[Pop Smoke:]
I did some wrong (Oh, oh), but I'm always right (Oh, oh)
Said I know how to shoot (Oh, oh) and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night

"Mad About Bars"

[Kenny Allstar:]
So, this is the definition, of giving the streets what they want
You've asked for it
Let me deliver it
410, crashers: AM, Skengdo

[AM:]
Ballie on when I step
Right left, right, and then left
Would've thought his friend was a opp
Cah he left his bredrin for dead
Oui, oui with the nine
Or sku-du-du with the ten
Ay, sku-du-du-du-du-du-du for them

[Skengdo:]
Kick down doors
Think again, you mug
Du-du-du-bow, might kick down yours
My plug gives me the loudest bud
Chip, that smell like yours
C4, Baghdad, FB, 4T
The fours, we've been on tour
The fans on my back, I like that doe
Vids we're giving them more
Shit then crazy mad-up, mad-up
Get splashed bro, open your thoughts
Switching sides, how many times?
I swear down it was like four
And we seen man across the road
Quiet down, you don't wanna be fours
Feds on my back, they know we're breaking the law

[AM:]
Man just love talk shit, get shot
Man's doing up goals on the paigon block
Girls love me and I love them not
'Cause I ain't got time on my hands that's long
Crash don't dance man you must be lost
Man two-two step or I one-two bop
Can I get a two-one wings in the box
That's a one-two meal for a two-two don
Trap hard you ain't got no prof'
Man crossed the road when I diligent bop
OT put my hands on box
Nine-to-five 'cause I'm on my job
Feds came to my door at one
Tried to ask if I bunned that don
Shit den, I don't speak English
"Non j'étais à la maison"

[Skengdo:]
Smokey, smokey
I love the elephant zoots
Better move from me, you ain't my g
No, you ain't getting no twos
Fuck a ID, it's straight on-sight
If I don't recognise you
Ratt, ratt, that's bro, bro
Gonna start stepping on yutes
GD out the can, the opps dem scared
Yeah he was pressuring yutes
No food in your belly, your armpits smelly
Plus you was stepping in Loubs
When you hear that bang, just know it's gang
Something like bombs on tubes
Everyone raps, everyone bangs
More time I don't know these yutes

[AM:]
Get man down if he don't comply
Back man's blade, tryna take man's eye
Back man's friend, 'cause I back my guy
And it breaks my heart when a man don't ride
Crash, crash at a next man's house
No love for a yute if he runs his mouth
See I love this life and I love this bow-bow
Switch off a next man's child
Man run up in blocks like they ain't got lifts
Man's deep in the pond tryna catch some fish
Let me put it like this, they were never on piss
Now they're stabbing up kids
And I'm sick of this shit
Man I'm sick of these lies
Man just pull up and fry
GD, that's bro, can I get that pole?
Man pull up and pull up and sku-du-du, bye

[Skengdo & Kenny Allstar:]
Ballie on when I step
Right left, right, and then left
Would've thought his friend was a opp
Cah he left his bredrin for dead
Oui, oui with the nine
Or sku-du-du with the ten (410)
Aye, sku-du-du-du-du for them

[Kenny Allstar:]
410 business, 2Bunny
You don't like that?
Mad About Bars: season two
Let's close the curtain in style
You know we had to give the streets two
Can't leave with just one
AM, Skengdo, let's take it in, man!

[Skengdo & Kenny Allstar]
Don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat
Oh shit, haha, tell them!
Xin Zhao Xin that's samurai YAM
Drill business, damn!

[Skengdo:]
Don't give me no chat
Shut your mouth, don't give me no chat
Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
Xin Zhao Xin that's samurai YAM
Real...

Are you gonna dance?
Are you gonna cry?
This is your life, oh

Are you making plans?
Are you gonna try?
This is your life

Hey, I know you saw some things
That you didn't expect to
Nobody to help you
Listen close
Cause what you keep
Is never goin' leave you
It's only gonna leave you
With the long nights of cold sweat
Searching for the silence you can't get
It only takes a couple months
To know everything you love
And now you can't look at yourself
Crying till the hot water runs out
Cutting is the only way to find what you keep inside

Are you gonna dance?
Are you gonna cry?
This is your life, oh

Are you making plans?
Are you gonna try?
This is your life

Every time I seem to make these same mistakes
Cause every time I think I finally found my way
It's always the memories that make it hard to change
It's only a memory

So are you gonna dance?
Are you gonna cry?
This is your life, oh
This is your life

Are you gonna dance?
Are you gonna cry?
This is your life, oh

Are you making plans?
Are you gonna try?
This is your life

"Dynamite"

'Cause, ah-ah, I'm in the stars tonight
So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight

Shoes on, get up in the morn
Cup of milk, let's rock and roll
King Kong, kick the drum, rolling on like a rolling stone
Sing song when I'm walking home
Jump up to the top, LeBron
Ding dong, call me on my phone
Ice tea and a game of ping pong

This is getting heavy
Can you hear the bass boom? I'm ready
Life is sweet as honey
Yeah, this beat cha ching like money
Disco overload, I'm into that, I'm good to go
I'm diamond, you know I glow up
Hey, so let's go

'Cause, ah-ah, I'm in the stars tonight
So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I'ma light it up like dynamite, whoa

Bring a friend, join the crowd
Whoever wanna come along
Word up, talk the talk, just move like we off the wall
Day or night the sky's alight
So we dance to the break of dawn
Ladies and gentlemen, I got the medicine, so you should keep ya eyes on the ball, huh

This is getting heavy
Can you hear the bass boom? I'm ready
Life is sweet as honey
Yeah, this beat cha ching like money
Disco overload, I'm into that, I'm good to go
I'm diamond, you know I glow up
Let's go

'Cause, ah-ah, I'm in the stars tonight
So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I'ma light it up like dynamite, whoa

Dy-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na, life is dynamite
Dy-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na, life is dynamite
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I'ma light it up like dynamite, whoa

Dy-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, eh
Dy-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, eh
Dy-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, eh
Light it up, dynamite