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(N. Green, J. DeLaforgue)

Production: February 8th

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Now I ain't been a bitch
Since my nigga died
Ain't no fearing death
When you been thinking homicide
I been smoking
I been drinking like I'll suicide
Find somebody realer
Pussy nigga, you a lie

And she want all this
Cause bitch, I'm all that
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I'm all that
Fuck that 9 to 5
I never got a call back
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I'm all that

You looking at the thriller in its pure form
Stop talking about a drill if you ain't good for it
Lil nigga wanna be me
But you can't be Jordan
But catch these shots I'm throwing at you
Rodman keep boarding
Boarding all of these planes
Soar on all of these lames
I'm hella zooted but I keep it moving
Might swerve in all these lanes
Say she want ding-ling from this dream team
If we make a mess, then she clean things
Boy stressed shit for my ex-lick
Guess I was busting nuts in your next fling
I heard my ex been laying with some broke niggas
I hate a broke nigga, I will choke niggas
My momma tried to tell mind these damn manners
But tell your girlfriend come get her damn panties

Now I ain't been a bitch
Since my nigga died
Ain't no fearing death
When you been thinking homicide
I been smoking
I been drinking like I'll suicide
Still that ugly motherfucker
But your chick will ride

And she want all this
Cause bitch, I'm all that
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I'm all that
She can think she run shit
But bet she crawl back
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I'm all that

I got a lot of pussy
But I'm not a pussy
I'm all about the pussy
I came out a pussy
Swear to God I been real nigga since I popped out
And been a rich nigga since I dropped out
More dough than my teachers
We cooked crack
I pushed white
Now make more dough for my features
But I'll go back
That's on my life
In front of Fairplay with fair play
Split your wig, bad hair day
Just ask your moms, I'm going God
Give no fuck what your prayers say
Riding round in that double-edge
Looking trill as fuck like I'm thoroughbred
No bank account but I'm cashing out
If I flip the mattress, I'll bunk the bed
Got a couple boppers just giving head
For hundred dollars I'll get you fed
Girl all I want for my birthday is you
And your fucking friend
I'm the man
I'm the fucking man
I already hit your girl
Now I'm finna get your aunt
It's the klan
It's the klan
Tell them hoes we ain't playing
XCI, fuck you saying boy?

Now I ain't been a bitch
Since my nigga died
Ain't no fearing death
When you been thinking homicide
I been smoking
I been drinking like I'll suicide
If I do, at least my homies on the other side

And she want all this
Cause bitch, I'm all that
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I'm all that
Don’t have me beat this nigga ass
Like Mortal Kombat
And she want all this
Cause bitch, I'm all that

Okay, my house smelling checks
Stove smelling like wet
Toilet smelling like shit
But boy, my bed smelling like sex
And you gon' die nothing
Homie you gon' die suffering
But if I don't die grinding
Just know I'll die fucking
And this I bet, yes
Got a chick on deck
Patio hoe, her knickers wet
New York, New Jersey moved your nets
Birds migrate and my mind great
And my mind set in my mind state
But expect no less
Need silence like I got my test
So February gone and drop that mess
Keep her going, never slowing
Gaming no one, keep her token
Eat her out, leave her open
Let digest
See her moping, cannot cope it
Lead to hoping panties soaking
Collect pussy like the IRS
Let's move forward, Robert Horry
Spur of moment, Maury later
Commentator speak of glory to my hater, yeah

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Thriller (All That)

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(N. Green, Z. Scott, M. Becton, K. Portis)

Production: Kelly Portis
Add. Instrumentation: Joe Turlow (Electric Guitar)

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Oh, now baby just sit right here
Baby, rest your legs
May I kiss your ear?
If I kiss lower, will you stop me here?
Can I make your problems all disappear?
If just for the time being
My mind's thinking
That hopefully you been thinking what I'm thinking
And that is that the fact is that this mattress

The way you look at me
I know it's real
The lust in your eyes
I know how you like it
I know how you like it
Don't kiss my ear
Can you bite it?
Before you go to my—
Can you get me excited?
Use your hands to ignite it

Well girl, I'll be that fire burning
Candle wax that ass
You're learning
Cut you babe
I'll be your surgeon
So lay back on my stretcher
I ain't gon' give you no lecture, girl

That's mine
I signature my name with my tongue
What you think the line down the middle for?
What you think happen for you next in this episode?
Do you get worked like Labor Day
Diced like Mandalay
With so many questions, babe?
Cause for me to give you work in more than one position
You got to have a full-length résumé
Know what it mean when you turn your back to me
Want me to give you some company
Company at the party in your Vickie Se's
Let the secret out the bag
Cat out the hat
Even though the cat got my tongue
I'ma let it have that, plus a mag
Backtrack
We don't even use filters
Part of the reason 'Mere got in the picture
Say, you ever played golf?
Me neither
Guarantee you how I'm swinging this iron give seizures
Lord Jesus
She fiending for a ride that leave her dreaming
Chauffeur her through heaven
She ain't have to stop breathing
2014, Lou'

Well girl, I'll be that fire burning
Candle wax that ass
You're learning
Cut you babe
I'll be your surgeon
So lay back on my stretcher
I ain't gon' give you no lecture, girl

Wildfire (feat. Zia Sarette & Louis Marx)

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(P. Servia, N. Green, P. Murphy)

Production: PJ Servia, Patrick Murphy
Add. Vocal: Imani Droogan, Lauren Wagner, Zia Sarette

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You gotta calm your mind
And try to ease your stress
I know that things are rough now
Seems like your life is one big mess
It shouldn’t be this hard
But it can never be that easy
At least that’s what you tell yourself
Hoping for a day that’s pleasing
Ooh, what you wouldn’t do for some eternal peace
That’s all, that's all
You've seen so many rainy days
When the sun does shine
Hopefully you’re right outside
That’s when you tell yourself
I had faith that moved mountains

You gotta slow your roll
You gotta think things through
Nothing in this life is promised
That much is true, darling
You're wishing you could catch a break
But wishes just don’t come true for you
You lay in bed wide awake
Thinking of what to do
What you wouldn’t do for some eternal peace
That’s all, that's all
You've seen so many rainy days
When the sun don’t shine
But hopefully it’s bright outside
That’s when you tell yourself
I had faith that moved mountains

You gotta hold on tight
Don't let go
It’s gonna be alright, you know?
You know?
You gotta hold on tight
Never let go
It’s gonna be alright, you know?
You know?
You know?
So have faith that moved mountains

Move Mountains (feat. PJ Servia)

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(N. Green)

Production: Boi-1da, SykSense, MonstaBeatz, T-Minus, 40, PARTYNEXTDOOR, Leon
Add. Vocal: Zia Sarette

Contains sample of “West District” by PARTYNEXTDOOR
Contains interpolation of “Swag Surfin” by Lil Wayne
Contains interpolation of “I'm On One” by DJ Khaled, Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne
Contains interpolation of “B-Boyz” by DJ Khaled, Birdman, Mack Maine, Kendrick Lamar & Ace Hood
Contains interpolation of “Light Up” by Drake & Jay-Z
Contains interpolation of “West District” by PARTYNEXTDOOR

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It's Nicky
The Jeff Dahm' of my city
I'll eat your fucking kidney
Then get right back to my jiggy, bitch
My bank so fucking piggy
Ain't that a fucking pity
Type to walk right up to Diddy
Say I'll shit on fucking Biggie, bitch

I'm so notorious
Just have faith, baby
And take your time
We can be victorious
Say you want a bad boy
So now you're mine

Boss up with your time, dog
Cause I’m taking my time off
Where the fuck do my time go?
Had the coach scream timeout
I just needed a break from this
But you know a nigga runs back
Hope you little niggas take from this
Before Nicky come back
Wanna be me
That’s part of your pain
Stewardess calling
Please pardon my plane
Ja Ruling hoes
Irv Gotti your dame
Better watch your mouth
Before I body your lane
Niggas fucking my ex-bitches
Well I’m fucking too
Better not fuck to that radio
Cause I’ll come on
Now who the fuck is you?
I had Jazzmine and then Jasmine
She lied and say I ain’t have it
Nakita and then Laresa
Then Jeremiah tagged it
We plastered it with the plastic
He passed it faster than alleys
He brought it down the court
And I dunked it right in the basket, I mean
And then Breanna Jones
Then jump off Samantha
Went from cheerleading my balls
To these boys getting them tatted
And Kandise
Who gave the best head I fucking had in a minute
I meant it you fucking young, but on a tandem
Right back to Shanti

Oh Shanti, I loved you
Remember my name
Remember my love, baby
Remember my chain
Remember my sex
Remember that well
No grudges or nothing
Baby, I’ll see you in hell

Malcom, KB, fuck them
Not gay but I’ll fuck them
Drop them in that Frank Ocean
Lance Bass sunk with them
Little ol' me mentioned Marque
Kim, Ama, D.R
Little ol' bitch that I fucked with G
Can’t remember her name
But the pussy stinked, on God

And then there was about like three Kristen’s
A Christina
A Cecilia, what up
And a Joseph
I'm just playing

Fuck the label, I’ll get the dough
Won’t pay a nigga, that’s good to know
Cause all I need is Sho to get on that Suge shit
And I’m good to go
Won’t hit your chick
But she stripped the clothes
Not interested, told Sixty stroke
They boogied some, didn’t pick the nose
So don’t fuck my bitch, cause I’ll hit the hoe
And I like your momma say I said hello
I’ll 69 on five, that’s 64
Lola, cause I’m trying to fuck forever like

I’ll be true to you
Is it real with me?
Am I getting through to you, Lola?
Next...

Nineteen

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(M. Morris, V. Mensah, J. Lofton, N. Green, T. Graham)

Production: Ignorvnce
Add. Production: Nexus

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I need a filter
On what I’ve been drinking
It got me tripping
Thinking I love you
But maybe I’m tweeking
I’ll throw these dollars
I’ll keep on throwing these dollars

All my hoes come home in two’s
Two in the morning, that’s double time
Did it for ‘dentity, niggas can’t do
Who you think get the keys to the summertime?
Single them out
Leave them on track like acapellas
Let the doctor tell them
Flow so third floor at the hospital ward
Hopping off the boat
Meeting papi at the docks
Twisted like a rope
From trying to tie me in a knot
Put him in a box
Leave him in the dirt
Nail in the coffin
Outlining chalk for talking
Like shut up bitch, twerk
Snotty nostrils
Highly potent hybrid inside my Tommy boxers
Jabbing to jock, bitch hold my dick
Glock 7 like four, five, six, no shit
New boys, no beef
No talk, I see no reason
Even need my cash before I leave
Or leave them barely even breathing
Bordering insanity
Danity dancing with that ‘caine
Jacking hoes for Kennedy’s
Careless world in this vicious game
Innanet

I need a filter
On what I’ve been drinking
Cause it got me tripping
Thinking I love you
But maybe I’m tweeking
I’ll keep on throwing these dollars

And please do
I’ma groove, I’ma move like I need to
And we be at it front-back in a four-door
You thinking love
I’m thinking plug got you wide-nosed
Oh my, my, my
I got problems with promissory
And value itinerary
That lead me on a route to a fool around
Let me know when you’re pulling up
Pour up when I’m coming down
Come and find me at the Gentlemen’s Club

I need a filter
On what I’ve been drinking
It got me tripping
Thinking I love you
But maybe I’m tweeking
I’ll throw these dollars
I’ll keep on throwing these dollars

I need an escape
Someone to believe in
Someone to tell me that this shit
That we doing can go pass the weekend
I’ma keep throwing these dollars

Shranklin’s raining on your body
Shranklin’s keep on raining on your body

New Porsche off the check
And they know when I’m coming through
I just popped the trunk
But I swear that that shit the roof
My bitch, she just seen it
I swear that she hit the roof
I keep spitting on them
You’d swear that I miss a tooth
Know when I come
And they know when I did it
These bad little bitches
I swear that they’re pretty
Not pretty as me though
Switching lanes, switches lanes
Getting dames, getting dames

I need a filter
On what I’ve been drinking
It got me tripping
Thinking I love you
But maybe I’m tweeking
I’ll throw these dollars
I’ll keep on throwing these dollars

Gentlemen's Club (feat. Guapo Miguel, Vic Mensa & Candy Irene)

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(N. Green)

Production: Dope Boi Beatz
Add. Instrumentation: Sam Mitchem (Electric Guitar)

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The girls go on at nine
Meet me by the bathroom where you’ll leave me
Because I spend too much time with women
That spend too much time at clinics
For abortions, clean syringes
I don't need this intervention
No, I don’t
And I just can’t pretend
That I’m not in love with women
Still in love with other men
I just need somebody
I just need somebody to call

Look, I want you to tell me sins
That you won’t tell a soul again
Said you've been on everything
But have you been on heroine?
I’m not trying to ruin you
I’m just trying to let you in
Fuck being big as Madonna
Girl, you’ll be like Marilyn to me

Yeah
Them tattoos don’t make you hard
Know that
That pole gone make you a God
Show that
I didn’t even bring my card
Fuck it
Girl, I got cash in my pants
Girl, I need ass on my dick
Need silicone in my hands
This ain’t time to be asking about Lola
This ain’t time to go fucking me over
This ain’t time to be needing me sober
This ain’t time to go changing your price
This ain’t time for new men in your life
This ain’t the time
This ain’t the time

Look, I want you to tell me sins
That you won’t tell a soul again
Said you've been on everything
But have you been on heroine?
I’m not trying to ruin you
I’m just trying to let you in
Fuck being big as Madonna
Girl, you’ll be like Marilyn to me

If hills have eyes
If hills have eyes
Then I need you
To dry these tears of mine
Take me slowly
Don’t take your time
But take my life
Take my soul
Cause I need you
To dry these tears of mine

Marilyn

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(N. Green, M. Becton)

Production: February 8th
Add. Instrumentation: AJ Reed (Piano)

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Face of an angel
Body of a goddess
You’re dancing in front of everyone
But it feels like it’s private
That long hair, long hair
Girl, you know that you got it
They tell me it could be mine
And I want to tell them to promise that
Come sit here on my lap
These girls be grabbing my hand
But you know just where I stand
You kiss my neck, I relax
Your ass all on my shit
Place my hand all on your hips
Got a past, it ain't my biz
You're moving fast and like it
Now slow it down
Take it lower now
I know you’ve done this times before
But don’t start holding out
I’m in this country I don’t know
But that look that you’ve been giving feels familiar
So familiar
Your inglés muy poquito
But you’re practicing
Whisper that room’s $150
But you’re free for me
Tell me lies, tell me lies
Won’t doubt you if you try
Right now you’re all that’s real in my life
So get that condom out the dresser
That they left for you
And if you need to go and freshen up
Then I’ll wait for you
But no, you 'bout it, 'bout it
Like you scared of monsters in the closet
Make me leave the lights on
Leave the lights on
Gone but I’m keeping conscience
I’m wrong with a guilty conscience
But still seems right on point
With exclamation point
But lost in all your scars
I’ll probably disappoint
But that’s where it ends at
Cause all I recall is you telling me lay back

And I can’t remember your name
Barely remember your face
But I remember your smell
Oh, I remember your taste on my lips
And I’m in love
And I’m in love

My nigga
Yes, yes, yes
You just came from the D.R
D.R. got us thinking we ain’t seen far
Tell me, were you on?
Was it Rome?
Were you Caesar?
Man, Hard Rock Hotel with a keycard
Swimming in 12 different pools in your leisure
Leisurely eating nothing but pizza
All you can eat wasn’t sweet
But we link card niggas
Niggas really gotta ask
Did you bone something?
Beat her up
Keep her up
Did you own something?
Look, I wouldn’t lie motherfucker
Lying motherfuckers weak
We put bullshit to the side motherfucker
Had a little cut, paid for it
Paid for it?
Real nigga keep it straightforward
So you telling me that you paid for things
That Reggie Miller wouldn’t even shoot the J for?
True
But you ain’t ever seen her
Beauty, grace like Aaliyah
That ass was made for arenas
But levees broke like Katrina
Them walls, nigga
Now pause, nigga
Know that you was in awe, nigga
Less men in stalls than her jaws, nigga
Should’ve kept that thing in your drawls, nigga

I know
And I’m starting to think that maybe
Something’s really wrong with me
Cause if I could just go back
I swear I’d bring her home with me
And I’d love her
You might tell that’s fucked up
Always fall for what’s not good
But let God, God judge her

Dances With the Devil (feat. Louis Marx)

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(N. Green, G. Reidling)

Production: 808LOUIE

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This is for my exes
Know it’s reckless
But we never used protection
Heard you're pregnant
That’s something I need to know
Like hold the setlist
Should've said this
All this time that we was texting
Like you wasn’t fucking me 6 weeks ago
What if I show up at your momma house?
Pull up there unannounced
Don’t have me run up at your brother door
Don’t give me that run around
Baby girl, baby come to the door
Let’s keep it professional
Or I’ll get to busting
And you’ll get to cursing
And trying to put me in jail

And I know the you that you said
Died a long time ago
And I know the lies
That you keep to yourself

Pimp C taught me hustling pussy, selling ass

I’m the man
I’m the man you should know
Mr. Hundred Grand
Breaking bands on the hoes
Don’t try to understand
Boy you can’t, boy you won’t
Cause I’m like Jackie Chan
With that pan, with the stove
I told you this was lit, yeah it’s lit
This the whole one
Girl, this ain’t Nick that you did
That's the old one
So unless you wanna turn your bitch
Into my fucking bitch
Then I’d advise you show respect
Before woop woop, there it is

Don't play with me nigga
I’m not with the shits
Call Shantierra
I’m caught with the bricks
If my exes gon tell it
I'm hitting them reckless
But word to momma
Was not with the fist
I popped Lateanna
She worked at McDonalds
I wanted the fries
But she wanted the dick
Rushing the boy like she got on a blitz
Bouncing that ass like it’s not on the list
Bet this the one that my niggas remember
One of one bitch, hope we not in September
Little mama don’t want it if it’s not off the boat
If it land at your door
Then return it to sender
Lord Guapo, young king of the yayo
And he move it whenever I say so
And not PJ but all about my bankroll
And that’s word to Sho, Nishy and Nando

Know the you that you said
Died a long time ago
And I know the lies
That you keep to yourself

Pimp C taught me hustling pussy, selling ass

Your’e mine, you’re mine
You’re mine, you’re mine
For life, for life
For life, for life, for life

Shantierra

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(N. Green, R. Bridger)

Production: R.B.
Add. Instrumentation: Sam Mitchem (Electric Guitar)

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I don’t wanna call this a sex song
Don’t wanna call this a sex song
But its for you
But its for you
And I don’t wanna call this a sex song
Don’t wanna call this a sex song
But I been waiting on you
Waiting on you

Whoa
Should we take this slow?
Or flow in the essence of sexing
It’s however you want it to go
Hold up
I’ma need you to show up
Every little brown-haired and blonde-haired girl
That done fucked me with her nose up
Toes up in the air cause Fred Astaire’s amazing
We should share no underwear vacation
Point me there and like the hare I’m racing
Sun maid the raisins
I made orgasms
You and me should show a little TMI
Like something off TMZ
Cause all that TLC
Will have you seeing little Nick at night

Like I’m that one
You been calling
You been needing
You been feining
In the dark of the night
Pillow in your things
Yes, I’m that one you been calling
You've been praying for

And I don’t wanna call this a sex song
Don’t wanna call this a sex song
But its for you
But its for you
And I don’t wanna call this a sex song
Don’t wanna call this a sex song
But I been waiting on you
Waiting on you

Cause I’m that one

Sex Song

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(N. Green, J. Woodley)

Production: Seeo Beats

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Let me be honest with you
I know that guy is with you
But I been with prostitutes
So all this shit is not an issue
Go to the bathroom
And leave the sink and shower going
Cause what we’re here discussing in this function
We don't need no one knowing
I told you it’s in the night when I write
Ride my bike passed your neighborhood
I hope you left on your light
Cigarette in my mouth
Hope you quit cause I might
But some shits harder to shake, babe
Some shits harder to fight, you know?

Lost in the dark
And lost all of my religion
You’re my God
Sweet, sweet berry
Your pits no cherry
I’m not sure just who you are

Let me be honest with you
I know that guy is with you
But I been with prostitutes
So all that shit is not an issue
I know you back at home
So when I hit your phone line this time
Bitch, you should pick up
Cause I’m pissed off
Seen you coming home from work
But I kept shit to myself
Restraining orders on my record
Ain’t no good for my health
Call this depressed
Maybe stressed
Maybe more
Maybe less
But I been stalking you
I hope I get arrested
Cause I got no more bars for this
Shit, I switched cars for this
Shit, showing scars for this
Been in the dark for this
And I hope you heard of this
Shit, I hope you hurt for this
Bitch, I hope you murked for this
I’ll help them bleach the body
Bleach the party
Loss of love, I love it hardly
Lost in love is love regardless
And I just want heart back
Before you make my heart black

Lost in the dark
And lost all of my religion
You’re my God
Sweet, sweet berry
Your pits no cherry
I’m not sure just who you are

Black Berry

Nick Carter Green is a multi-genre musician and creative from Chicago, IL. His new single Back 2 Back, marks the third of a bi-weekly release campaign and is available now.

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