Baby
Artist(s): V.A The M.A.N
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Writer(s):
Michael Alonzo Normant (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Male Vocal, Rap, Urban
Keywords:
Admiration, Bedroom, Boy Meets Girl, Chill, City, Confession, Date, Dedication, Explicit Lyrics, Flirtatious, Laid Back, Late Night, Love, Raunchy, Relationships, Romantic, Sexual Overtones, Slick, Smooth, Soulmates, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electronic Percussion, Female Vocal Sample, Piano, Synth Horns, Synth Strings
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
94
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Baby
BABY (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
OK this for the grown and sexy right here (yeah, I like that)
If you got somebody that you love that's real special let 'em know, fellas let 'em know
VERSE 1
My eyes big but you the one i really need in my life
In the man but could be a king if I made you my wife
Cuz you the queen-the baddest thing a nigga ever seen
Look at you looking like you stepped out a magazine
Bad enough for bragging right
Introduce you to the team but let em know that this
Ain't just a little fling I'm tryna sync the the genes
I'm tryna make ya scream moan and cream leave ya lone til you seem to be in need then creep up and give D eat and beat it up til you sleep you a lady when in them streets but animal in them sheets and I love it
Tryna bring the beasts out the beauty in public cuz
I ain't ashamed to show the world that you the one I fuck wit
(where would I be without my baby)
Prolly out there with a duck on some fuck shit (whoa)
When I see you girl I see my wife
I build you up and hold you down for life (aite)
CHORUS
Like life stepped out a magazine
You the baddest thing I ever seen
I can make you queen but you gotta make me king
Where would I be without my baybaye
My lover my friend my laaddiieaaye
Done everything besides make you my wife
And the things I got planned for the tonight baybaye
I build you up and hold you down for life
Without you it ain't us it ain't us it ain't right (BABY)
VERSE 2
You so bad girl do that that i wear your ass out baby like you do that bag (oww)
You drive my ass crazy like you do that jag
And you blow a niggaugh a down like I do that staaasshh (ah)
I make you laugh go make sum cash
And when I get back make you wetter than a bath
Forgive for those times I Called you bitch cuz baby you my better half
I queen you you king me we'll make it last
You got mad game and class
But damn girl you nasty
You let me drive that thang like it ain't no traffic
Smokin missing the ashtray
Hittin ya where ya last can't I di di di didi di di dig all in it the fast way
Then slow it down naturally the stroke got soul and passion
Put your ass to sleep like I'm lecturing over jazz
I love things about you that you prolly never have
You a queen you kill the whole scene (baby)
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Ima already king but I thought it sound better
If I told that I need you when i wrote this love letter
What I'm tyna say is fuck it girl it's now or never
I just wanna make you feel the ways you can't make self
I just really wanna love ya life girl and that's forever
I wanna see ya tonight but also wanna see ya better
So Ima always support you an point right you to the cheddar
You admire and inspire me you I told you you special baby
CHORUS
Party Ova Here
Artist(s): V.A The M.A.N
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Writer(s):
Michael Alonzo Normant (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
After Party, Alcohol, Booze, Carefree, Cocky, Confident, Danceable, Drinking, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Getting High, Hooking Up, Laid Back, Partying, Playful, Posse, Raunchy, Retro, Rowdy, Sexual Overtones, Swagger, Throwback Sound, Turning Up, Weed, West Coast, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
102
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Party Ova Here
PARTY OVA HERE (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ok 1, 2, 3
Ah 1, 2, 3, 4
Now you do me
And she can do my bro
(Now let's get it)
VERSE 1
I got that pack I got that owwwee
That loud be attractive all the groupies
Remember I was too young to do me
I had to wrap the grass up with loose leaf
Now I'm rolling Raws up
I told her make it a thong and pull your draws up
We in here tryna make a movie
She did what said she see the genius and the playa
She said her man talk about me, but now she see that he a hater
Tell that nigga get Draco tat his face up
Mumble rap and maybe he can get his weight up
Til then when in this we in this bitch chillin
We ain't tripping bout a thaaang bra
Sha shake that asss DANGER
Zaga grabbing boobies blowing lala
Laughing at them other niggas haha haha haha haha
That brown foxy I just want some Ill na na
When function stop jumping we to my house, but right naa
CHORUS
Rollin up filling cups
You know what's up
We our body over here
It's a party ova here
They brought the drink
We brought the tree
She got p, I got d
Don't be shy cuz girl I needs me a freak (yea)
Drop it low take it down fo me
Shake it make it make a sound for me (clap, clap clap)
We with the shits don't play around me
My niggas all dripped down with me (hey haaay)
VERSE 2
1 shot 2 shot 3 shot she gone (slow down)
3 tops my posse prolly on
Getting groovy to the music in the zone
You gotta a body move it baby use it
For you lose it this the song go on
Shake that money drop that low
Bring up and take it back to the flow
Yea you know i like that
You do it you make it look real good
You make a nigga bite that
Make me wanna put sumn in ya
Can a skinny nigga fit oh you the shit
Well don't fight back
Mix the weed well with the liquor
We got it all in our system
We all in this motherfucking tripping
Baby tell me what it is not what isn't
Don't worry bout my nigga from the bay he on't listen
I'm just tryna keep it player and get up all in your exquisite
Chain smoker in the air I'm where it's at you can't miss it
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Roll another one another one (another one, another one)
Aye call them bitches over pour some more them
Hey we in this motherfucka perkin off the drank
Passing round the dank
Tellin bitches what we think (ahhhh) you ho
Shake that monkey
Drop that low
Bring it up and take it back to the flow
(You know I like that) Uh uh fill my cup
Pass that dro
We turnt up to the max fasho (oh boi)
CHORUS (2X)
Sex
Artist(s): V.A The M.A.N
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Writer(s):
Michael Alonzo Normant (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Urban
Keywords:
Alcohol, Booze, Casual Sex, City, Drinking, Drunk Drama, Explicit Lyrics, Faded, Fights, Gangster, Getting High, Ghetto, Hard, Hood, Hookups, Keeping Cool, Laid Back, Mug Shot, Party, Partying, Raw, Sexual Overtones, Smoking Weed, Throwback
Instruments:
Drums, SFX, Synth Bass, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
97
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sex
SEX (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
To many n****** and hoes friendly's and foes
Like a bomb so we locate our exit in case it blows
The bomb that we blowing is excellent and it shows
Hell it smells you can catch you a head lift off of my clothes
Not the don but its some bishop magic won in me though
Yea she fine but the only thing im eyein is the dough
Finna flex spend a check
Sip some alcohol let it crawl thru your chest
Go hard no rest gone we gone do it large no less i
Ts a party we in charge don't stress fire arms on deck
I see some future moms on set my n****** don't let them encore yet
In these tom ford sweats I'm feeling extra on no X
I feel like extra extra long sex the upper echelon vets
You see we be the highest of the best
She see me she prolly drop her dress (Yes)
CHORUS
All these n****** and all these hoes in here
You know the rest
You rocking with the best
Don't shoot the party up tonight my n******
Cuz I see something I like my n******
Now bring it back
All these n****** and all these hoes in here
You know the rest
Somebody having SEX
We blow chronic blow checks
You drinkin?
We got bottles on deck
VERSE 2
To many n****** and hoes what I suppose
Is that once the drank get em going things will unfold
I got everything on my mind head to my toes
I match boy this here designer heavily known
You're not on my level that's fine n****** we grown
Let's have a great grand major time
And make it home
She ain't a dime if she alone
My n******* you ain't trying you ain't on
We got bottles we ain't lying in this song
I don't see top models but they fine enough to bone
N***** and they mottos f*** it I just make my own
Smoking on this chronic I'm keep it going
She tell me that she want it then her knees by her forehead
Make her holla go deep I stroke it
Stepped in got some showered then went back to the party
And i'ma hit her friend tomorrow if she keep telling her about me
CHORUS
BRIDGE
All these n******* and all these hoes in here
Somebody gone lose control in here
All these n******* and all these hoes in here
Lil baby don't lose your soul in here
All these n******* and all these hoes in here
This dro it's too much smoke in here
All these n******* and all these hoes in here
That drank there's no more focus here
CHORUS
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SEX (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
To many niggas and hoes friendly's and foes
Like a bomb so we locate our exit in case it blows
The bomb that we blowing is excellent and it shows
Hell it smells you can catch you a head lift off of my clothes
Not the don but its some bishop magic won in me though
Yea she fine but the only thing im eyein is the dough
Finna flex spend a check
Sip some alcohol let it crawl thru your chest
Go hard no rest gone we gone do it large no less i
Ts a party we in charge don't stress fire arms on deck
I see some future moms on set my nigga don't let them encore yet
In these tom ford sweats I'm feeling extra on no X
I feel like extra extra long sex the upper echelon vets
You see we be the highest of the best
She see me she prolly drop her dress (Yes)
CHORUS
All these niggas and all these hoes in here
You know the rest
You rocking with the best
Don't shoot the party up tonight my nigga
Cuz I see something I like my nigga
Now bring it back
All these niggas and all these hoes in here
You know the rest
Somebody having SEX
We blow chronic blow checks
You drinkin?
We got bottles on deck
VERSE 2
To many n and hoes what I suppose
Is that once the drank get em going things will unfold
I got everything on my mind head to my toes
I match boy this here designer heavily known
You're not on my level that's fine nigga we grown
Let's have a great grand major time
And make it home
She ain't a dime if she alone
My niggas you ain't trying you ain't on
We got bottles we ain't lying in this song
I don't see top models but they fine enough to bone
Niggas and they mottos fuck it I just make my own
Smoking on this chronic I'm keep it going
She tell me that she want it then her knees by her forehead
Make her holla go deep I stroke it
Stepped in got some showered then went back to the party
And i'ma hit her friend tomorrow if she keep telling her about me
CHORUS
BRIDGE
All these niggas and all these hoes in here
Somebody gone lose control in here
All these niggas and all these hoes in here
Lil baby don't lose your soul in here
All these niggas and all these hoes in here
This dro it's too much smoke in here
All these niggas and all these hoes in here
That drank there's no more focus here
CHORUS
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