Álbum: Cuz I Love You

Listado de Canciones

1. Cuz I Love You2:59
   Vídeo Letra

   

   I'm cryin', 'cause I love you (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Never been in love before What the fuck are fuckin' feelings yo? Once upon a time I was a hoe I don't even wanna hoe no more Got you somethin' from the liquor store Little bit of Lizzo and some Mo Tryin' to open up a little more Sorry if my heart a little slow I thought that I didn't care I thought I was love impaired But baby, baby I don't know what I'm gon' do I'm cryin', 'cause I love you Yes you (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Got me standin' in the rain Gotta get my hair pressed again I would do it for you all my friend Ready baby? Will you be my man? Wanna put you on a plane Fly you out to wherever I am Kept you on the low, I was ashamed Now I'm crazy 'bout to tat your name I thought that I didn't care I thought I was love impaired But baby, oh baby I don't know what I'm gon' do I'm cryin', 'cause I love you Yeah, I'm cryin', hey! I thought that I didn't care I thought I was love impaired But baby, baby I don't know what I'm gon' do I'm cryin', 'cause I love you Oh, yes you I'm cryin', I'm cryin' I'm cryin' I'm cryin', 'cause I love you
2. Like a Girl3:04
   Vídeo Letra

   

   Uh (Go) Woke up feelin' like I just might run for president (Run for president) Even if there ain't no precedent (Nah) Switchin' up the messagin' I'm about to add a little estrogen (Huh, yeah) Buy my whip by myself (By myself) Pay my rent by myself (By myself) Only exes that I care about are in my fucking chromosomes I don't really need you, I'm Macaulay Culkin, "Home Alone" Bad bitch, diamonds in my collarbone (Yee, yee) Buy my whip by myself Pay my rent by myself Sugar, spice, and I'm nice, show me what you're made of Crazy, sexy, cool, baby, with or without makeup Got nothin' to prove (I got nothin' to prove) But I'ma show you how I do Find me up in Magic City, bustin' hundreds by the bands And I throw it (Like a girl) Go and throw it (Like a girl) Hangin' out the 750, feelin' bossy in my city 'Cause I run it (Like a girl) Run it, run it (Like a girl) I work my femininity, I make these boys get on their knees Now watch me do it, watch me do it, look it, look it, I'ma do it Like a girl (Like a girl) Like a girl (Like a girl) Chaka Khan through the fire, light the kerosene (We can do it) Lauryn Hill told me everything is everything (We can do it) Serena Willy showed me I can win the Wimbledon (We can do it) Uh, put me on a pedestal, bet on me, bet I will Sugar, spice, and I'm nice, show me what you're made of Crazy, sexy, cool, baby, with or without makeup Got nothin' to prove (Got nothin' to prove) But I'ma show you how I do (I'ma show you how I do) Find me up in Magic City, bustin' hundreds by the bands And I throw it (Like a girl) Go and throw it (Like a girl) Hangin' out the 750, feelin' bossy in my city 'Cause I run it (Like a girl) Run it, run it (Like a girl) I work my femininity, I make these boys get on their knees Now watch me do it, watch me do it, look it, look it, I'ma do it Like a girl (Like a girl) Like a girl (Like a girl) So if you fight like a girl, cry like a girl Do your thing, run the whole damn world If you feel like a girl, then you're real like a girl Do your thing, run the whole damn world If you fight like a girl, cry like a girl Do your thing, run the whole damn world If you feel like a girl, then you're real like a girl Do your thing, run the whole damn world Find me up in Magic City, bustin' hundreds by the bands (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I throw it (Like a girl) Go and throw it (Like a girl) Hangin' out the 750 (Hangin' out the 750, baby) Feelin' bossy in my city 'Cause I run it (Like a girl) (Yeah, I run it like a girl) Run it, run it (Like a girl) I work my femininity (Yeah, I work it, baby) I make these boys get on their knees (Get on your knees, yeah) Now watch me do it, watch me do it, look it, look it, I'ma do it (Watch me do it) Like a girl (Like a girl) Like a girl (Like a girl) (Oh, yeah) (Shit, fuck, I didn't know it was endin' right there)
3. Juice3:15
   Vídeo Letra

   

   Mirror, mirror on the wall Don't say it 'cause I know I'm cute (Ooh, baby) Louis down to my drawers LV all on my shoes (Ooh, baby) I be drippin' so much sauce Gotta been looking like RAGÚ (Ooh, baby) Lit up like a crystal ball That's cool, baby, so is you That's how I roll If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine (Yeah, I'm gold) I was born like this, don't even gotta try (Now you know) I'm like chardonnay, get better over time (So you know) Heard you say I'm not the baddest, bitch, you lie (Haha) It ain't my fault that I'm out here gettin' loose Gotta blame it on the Goose Gotta blame it on my juice, baby It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news I'm the pudding in the proof Gotta blame it on my juice Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice (Ooh, baby) No, I'm not a snack at all Look, baby, I'm the whole damn meal (Ooh, baby) David, you ain't bein' slick Don't dare try to cop a feel (Ooh, baby) The juice ain't worth the squeeze If the juice don't look like this (Like this, like this, like this) Hold up, nigga, please Don't make me have to take your bitch, shit (How I roll) If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine (Yeah, I'm gold) I was born like this, don't even gotta try (Now you know) I'm like chardonnay (Okay), get better over time (So you know) Heard you say I'm not the baddest, bitch, you lie (You lie) It ain't my fault that I'm out here gettin' loose Gotta blame it on the Goose Gotta blame it on my juice, baby It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news I'm the pudding in the proof Gotta blame it on my juice Ya-ya-ee (Ya-ya-ee), ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice Ya-ya-ee (Ya-ya-ee), ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice (Alright) Ya-ya-ee Somebody come get this man I think he got lost in my DMs, what? My DMs, what? You better come get your man I think he wanna be way more than friends, what? More than friends What you want me to say? It ain't my fault that I'm out here gettin' loose Gotta blame it on the Goose Gotta blame it on my juice, baby It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news I'm the pudding in the proof (Puddin' in the proof) Gotta blame it on my juice (Blame it on my juice) Ya-ya-ee (Yay-ya), ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice Ya-ya-ee (Ya-ya-ee), ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice (Blame it on it, yeah)
4. Soulmate2:55
   Vídeo Letra

   

   True story No glory, let's go Yeah, the old me used to love a Gemini Like a threesome fuckin' with him every night A lotta two-faced people show me both sides So I figured out I gotta be my own type They used to say, "To get a man, you gotta know how to look" They used to say, "To keep a man, you had to know how to cook" But I'm solo in Soho, sippin' Soju with Malibu It's a me, myself kinda attitude 'Cause I'm my own soulmate I know how to love me I know that I'm always gonna hold me down Yeah, I'm my own soulmate No, I'm never lonely I know I'm a queen, but I don't need no crown Look up in a mirror like, "Damn, she the one" (One, one, one) The one (One, one, one like) Damn, she the one (One, one, one) The one Bad bitch in the mirror like, "Yeah, I'm in love" (Love, love, love) In love (Love, love, love) Like, "Yeah, I'm in love" (Love, love, love) In love Look up in the mirror like, "Yeah, she the one" And she never tell me to exercise We always get extra fries And you know the sex is fire And I gotta testify I get flowers every Sunday I'ma marry me one day True love ain't somethin' you can buy yourself True love finally happens when you by yourself So if you by yourself, then go and buy yourself Another round from the bottle on the higher shelf 'Cause I'm my own soulmate I know how to love me I know that I'm always gonna hold me down (Always gonna hold me down) Yeah, I'm my own soulmate No, I'm never lonely (No, I'm never lonely, no) I know I'm a queen, but I don't need no crown Look up in a mirror like, "Damn, she the one" (One, one, one) The one (One, one, one like) Damn, she the one (One, one, one) The one Bad bitch in the mirror like, "Yeah, I'm in love" (Love, love, love) In love (Love, love, love) Like, "Yeah, I'm in love" (Love, love, love) In love Look up in the mirror like, "Damn, she the one" (I'm the one) (I'm the one) You're the one (I'm the one) (The one) Look up in a mirror like, "Damn, she the one" (One, one, one) (One, one, one) Like damn, she the one (One, one, one) Bad bitch in the mirror like, "Yeah, I'm in love" (Love, love, love) In love (Love, love, love) Like, "Yeah, I'm in love" (Love, love, love) In love Look up in the mirror like 'Cause I'm my own soulmate I know how to love me I know that I'm always gonna hold me down (Look up in a mirror like, "Damn, she the one") Yeah, I'm my own soulmate No, I'm never lonely I know I'm a queen, but I don't need no crown Look up in a mirror like, "Damn, she the one"
5. Jerome3:51

   Letra

   Wooh! Ah, here we go again Uh-uh Hee hee Uh, look, listen, shut up Jerome, Jerome Take your ass home And come back when you're grown Jerome, Jerome Go on, take your ass home Where the peaches have thorns Poor little baby Who told you that you stood a chance with this royalty? You're so sweet, bless your heart Can't let a pretty face distract me from business And God as my witness, your ugly ass won't either I'm sorry 2 AM photos with smileys and hearts Ain't the way to my juicy parts Boy, thank me later, looks good on paper But love isn't easy, so I'll do the hardest part Jerome, Jerome Go on, take your ass home And come back when you're grown Jerome, ooh, Jerome Go on, take your ass home Where the peaches have thorns I never said I was perfect Or you don't deserve a good person To carry your baggage I know a few girls that can handle it I ain't that kind of chick (But I can call 'em for you if you want) I never said that you wasn't attractive Your style and that beard, oh! Don't get me distracted I'm tryna be patient, and patience takes practice The fact is I'm leaving, so just let me have this Jerome, Jerome Take your ass home And come back when you're grown, oh Jerome, ooh, Jerome Go on, take your ass home Where the peaches have thorns (Hee, hee, hee, hee) Don't cry for me, baby (Hee, hee, hee, hee) Don't cry (Hee, hee, hee, hee) Don't cry for me, baby (Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee) Yeah, yeah
6. Crybaby2:55
7. Tempo2:55
   Vídeo Letra

   

   [Missy Elliott:] I've been waitin' for this one Turn it up [Lizzo:] Slow songs, they for skinny hoes Can't move all of this here to one of those I'm a thick bitch, I need tempo (Tempo) Fuck it up to the tempo Pitty-pat, pitty-pat, pitty-pitty-pat (Pat) Look at my ass, it's fitty-fitty-fat (Fat) Kitty cat, kitty cat, kitty-kitty cat (Cat) Prrr me a glass, boy, I like my water wet (Wet) Throw it back (Throw it back, threw it back) Catch that (Catch that, catch that) I need a jack (Woo) For all of this ass, but it won't go flat (Wait a minute) Baby, baby (Baby) Come eat some of this cakey (Cake) He look like he could gain a little weight (A little weight) Lick the icing off, put the rest in your face (Face) Slow songs, they for skinny hoes Can't move all of this here to one of those (Hey) I'm a thick bitch, I need tempo (Need it) Fuck it up to the tempo Fuck it up to the tempo Fuck it up to the tempo Slow songs, they for skinny hoes Fuck it up to the tempo (Tempo) Fuck it up, fuck it up Boyfriend watchin', oh now you wanna knuckle up Get on this ride, baby, you gon' have to buckle up Thick thighs save lives, call me little buttercup All means necessary (Ayy) My ass is not an accesserary (What?) Yeah, I said it, accessarary (What?) Twerk skills up on legendary Slow songs, they for skinny hoes Can't move all of this here to one of those (Hey) I'm a thick bitch, I need tempo (Need it) Fuck it up to the tempo Fuck it up to the tempo Fuck it up to the tempo Slow songs, they for skinny hoes Fuck it up to the tempo [Missy Elliott:] Missy Let's go (Let's go), let's go (Let's go) All the fly girls head to the dance floor Kitty cat, kitty cat, prrr All the thick girls down on the flrrr (On the floor) Ice on my neck like brrr (Like brrr) I'm big-boned with nice curves (Nice curves) Look at me, I know I look grrrd (Good) Look good, look good, look grrrd (Look good) I'ma show y'all chicks how to drrr it Your nigga, he wish he could Thick girl (Thick girl), split (Split) Get a bag (Get a bag), get rich (Get rich) Hair done (Hair done), fixed (Fixed) If you see a hater, tell him quit (Stop) Get your own dough (Own dough) Get your bread, own dough (Own dough) Go on, ladies, head to the floor (Floor) Fuck up the tempo, thick girls get low (Woo) [Lizzo:] Slow songs, they for skinny hoes Can't move all of this here to one of those (Hey) I'm a thick bitch, I need tempo (Need it) Fuck it up to the tempo Fuck it up to the tempo Fuck it up to the tempo Slow songs, they for skinny hoes Fuck it up to the tempo (Girl, run that shit back)
8. Exactly How I Feel2:23

   Letra

   That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel I woke up this morning Wrong side of the bed I don't have to 'splain it Oh I might be a bitch I might make a friend Ain't I so amazing? Love me or hate me Ooh, I ain't changing And I don't give a fuck, no That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel Don't hide no emotions Wear 'em on my sleeve All my feeling's Gucci Can't hold back my tears That would be a crime 'Cause I look pretty cryin' Oh, they ain't tell you? Love me or hate me Ooh, I ain't changing And I don't give a fuck, no That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel I feel like hurtin' they feelings I don't get mad, I get millions My heart ain't got no feelings My cars ain't got no ceiling I ain't with that actin' all friendly Please step away from the Bentley You're either not with me or with me They fire close by like it's Whitney Stay in your lane, don't tempt me Mr. Bust a whole clip till it's empty I got a feelin' that tonight's gonna be a good night Like Ferg and them said, God willing Fire chains on like brr Feelin' like rockin' my fur Rolls Royce with the chauffer How your toes feel on a mink fur? It's Gucci Cry 'cause I want to Smile if I want to, huh Yes, I can Love 'cause I want to Get so mad I could scream I could scream I could scream Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel
9. Better in Color2:13

   Letra

   Black, white, ebony All sound good to me Two tone recipe Got good chemistry J. F. Kennedy's Kiss - who's celebrities Don't matter to me 'Cause I like everything You can be my lover 'Cause love looks better in color (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Big dick energy Tastes like collard greens Big ass patty cake Hey, happy days Bitch don't label me I'm mean, famously Nobody's safe, nobody You and you and you and You can be my lover 'Cause love looks better in color (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Color Love looks better Love, love looks better (You know it do) In color Oh, if I try to tell you then you try to hurt me Ya'll don't hear me Sick six piston Tiptoe kissin' Catcall kittens Whole milk lickin' See my vision Rainbow smitten It's easy baby, got the whole world for the pickin' You can be my lover 'Cause love looks better in color (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Color My whole world o' color, babe Love looks better Love, love looks better In color (Rainbows and shit) Oh, if I try to tell you then you try to hurt me I'mma tell your momma Color me, color me, color me, color me Color me, color me, color me, color me Color me, color me, color me, color me Color me, color me, color me, color me Yeah, you can be my lover 'Cause love looks better in color (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) It's dark under the covers but love looks better in color
10. Heaven Help Me3:22

    Letra

    Heaven help me, if love ain't dead, I'ma kill it 'cause it's killing me Cold world, they'll be living in a fantasy Got me, it's the only thing I'll ever need Heaven help me, if love ain't dead, I'ma kill it 'cause it's killing me Love is a drug, methamphetamine D-A-R-E, they'll be hooked on me Y'all who you think you sassing? Say, whoa, baby, I'm a classic Say, whoa, something like a Hitchcock Say, whoa, got you going psycho Oh, no, don't you get your shit rocked Say, whoa, catch you with the tick tock Say, whoa, time's up on these motherfuckers Say, whoa, what you say, what you say, sucker? Say, what, what you say? If you think you've got me dickmatized (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah) I need to get you out of my life, can I get an amen? Heaven help me, if love ain't dead, I'ma kill it 'cause it's killing me Cold world, they'll be living in a fantasy Got me, it's the only thing I'll ever need Heaven help me, if love ain't dead, I'ma kill it 'cause it's killing me Love is a drug, methamphetamine D-A-R-E, they'll be hooked on me Hit 'em with the Bible, say, whoa Hit 'em with the drive-by, say, whoa Hit 'em with the dry cry, say, whoa Then you get a new guy, hello Even if you are the love of my life (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah) Sorry, baby, I got too much pride Heaven help me, if love ain't dead, I'ma kill it 'cause it's killing me Cold world, they'll be living in a fantasy Got me, it's the only thing I'll ever need Heaven help me, if love ain't dead, I'ma kill it 'cause it's killing me Love is a drug, methamphetamine D-A-R-E, they'll be hooked on me Heaven help me, if love ain't dead, I'ma kill it 'cause it's killing me Ooh, can I get an amen? (Amen) Been thinkin' about you, thinkin' about you, thinkin' about you, baby If love didn't drive me crazy, maybe I'd be your baby Trust, baby, you can't make me, beg or try to change, hey
11. Lingerie3:21

    Letra

    (Yeah) Damn Hair down, moonlit Look at my lipstick So thick, so fit Wanna put your lips in places, oh The sun don't shine there I like that right there (I like that) Keep goin' and goin' and keep it flowin', uh You know what you doin', don't you? So I lounge around in my lingerie I wanna be prepared for you just in case So I lounge around in my lingerie You better come my way I don't got no secrets You don't know these panties are see-through I'm exposed, yeah Treat you with my body, my eyes closed Baby let me feel you close You make me crescendo, I'm going up Oh, oh, oh Yeah, let's open the window And let the world know Oh, oh, oh So I lounge around in my lingerie I wanna be prepared for you just in case So I lounge around in my lingerie You better come my way So I lounge around in my lingerie I wanna be prepared for you just in case, yeah So I lounge around in my lingerie Oh, you better come my way