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Bravo Black Hits, Vol. 35
Disc 1
01. Ain’t Your Mama
02. Me Too
03. Don’t Mind
04. This Girl
05. Trumpets
06. Into You
07. Lass sie tanzen (Square Dance)
08. Wicked
09. Nasty
10. Superlove
11. Teacher
12. Make My Love Go
13. Bonbon
14. Stoff & Schnaps
15. Roli
16. Ganz unten
17. Mama
18. Lay You Down Easy
19. Company
20. No Limit
21. Boys & Girls
22. Toothbrush
Disc 2
01. Ahnma
02. Panda
03. Let Me Hold You (Turn Me On)
04. Saw It Coming (from the “Ghostbusters” Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
05. In Common
06. Make Me
07. Ruhe nach dem Sturm
08. Holland
09. Grass Ain’t Greener
10. No English
11. Chill Bill
12. Where Is Home
13. Dancefloor Murda
14. No.1
15. Little Bit More
16. Talk
17. Sex ohne Grund
18. Haus am Mehr
19. Palm Trees
20. M.I.L.F. $
21. Overboard
22. Cold in California
Wicked tunes, you know what I'm sayin'?
Wassup

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Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Candles burning, money burning, graveyard these niggas
Phantom parkin', big dawg barkin' hey
Blood tales on me, oh-oh-oh-oh
Shawty want that wig, oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm drippin' Cartier, oh-oh-oh-oh
Put a gold bird on you, that's what's happening
I put that lingo on her, she was Spanish
I fill a one liter up with Xannies
This continental and it's panoramic
It's complimentary to the savages
You fuck around with me, it be a tragedy
I want green, green, green, all asparagus
I drink lean, lean, lean it ain't embarassing

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Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Woah, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Now she going, now that bitch going
I purchase Avion and now she lit, huh
Wedding band rings on me lit, huh
Married to the game, I'm the shit, huh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Bitch we made men
We ain't pullin' up in cribs that we can't get
You can't pull a bitch on Instagram I ain't hit, huh
And then she tellin' lies about me cause she ain't shit, uh
She want that big-big dog status
I was in the alley with them nickel bags, tallyin'
Now I'm Taliban gang status, that's what's happenin'
And you niggas can't get close cause you don't know me
It ain't no more dip and dabbin', hangin' low key
These bitches see me and they panic
I can't believe it, I was on the corner gamblin'

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked