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Keke Palmer - Big Boss - FR FR
Big Boss
01. Views
02. Right Now
03. Love Language
04. Standards
05. FR FR
06. Love Like This
07. Waiting
08. I Care
09. Cakes
10. Approach Me
(Do-do-do ha-ha do-do)
(Do-do-do ha-ha do-do)

Wake up with no makeup and smoke up my lungs
Polish up my nails, but not my Twitter thumbs
You like the way I'm talking to you
Where you from?
Could your lips stay still?
Would you spill?
Like for real, for real
Put you through the door, your Honda Accord
If you tell anybody
I don't need nobody callin' me thotty about all my bodies

And I'm tryna see a double "R" on the front of the car
Gucci, I'm so pretty
Close the door
Close your mouth
We don't chase clout
In my city
He try to hydrate
And that thirst won't let you chill
Baby, it's valid valid
I know how you feel
Gotta sign your name on it and keep your lips sealed
Gotta be low with it
For real, for real (for real, for real)
You know the vibes
Ay-ay-ay-ay don't play
For real, for real
No cell phone, sign this NDA
For real
And I just might let you taste the meal
But you gotta be low with it
For real, for real

Sour California, sippin' on Bombay (everyday)
Hold up while I roll up on a paper plate
While you nibble all over my body like a piece of cake
And you know the drill
Lemme see your skills
Like for real, for real
Quit tryna be cute
Stand and salute
Knockin' the boots like
My body gon' whine
It's been a long time
I gotta get mine right now

Double "R" on the front of the car
Gucci, I'm so pretty
Close the door
Close your mouth
We don't chase clout
In my city
He try to hydrate
And that thirst won't let you chill
Baby, it's valid valid
I know how you feel
Gotta sign your name on it and keep your lips sealed
Gotta be low with it
For real, for real (for real, for real)
You know the vibes
Ay-ay-ay-ay don't play
For real, for real
No cell phone, sign this NDA
For real
And I just might let you taste the meal
But you gotta be low with it
For real, for real

I'm tryna turn a milli into a bill
And I can turn your demo to a deal
But snitchin' 'round here could get you killed
Put some diamonds in your grill
All my diamonds are for real
I really like the way you make me feel
Like my, my, my Johnny Gill
Keep hittin' it right I'll put you in my will
Put some diamonds in your grill
All my diamonds are for real