A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Lauryn Hill and Drake - Nice For What [Freestyle]

(I wan' know who mothafuckin' representin' in here tonight)
Oh (hold on, hold on)
(I keep lettin' you back in) Back in
How can I explain myself?

(Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me)
Yeah (There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me)
This that real west side shit
(Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me)
That Highbridge shit, Murda on the beat
(Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?)
(Care for me, care for me, I know you care for me)
That wave, it's that, it's that that wave
(There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me)
Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me
Give to me, give to me
(Why won't you live for me?)

Can you come close?
Only time I get to see you, through the photos
On Instagram talkin' to my old hoes
'Til my girlfriend hear this shit, she won't know
But it's alright
What you don't know won't hurt you
Gotta keep your elbows in my mattress
And you smell good, and it feel good
And you arch right, and I love that

And you care for me, care for me
You said you'd care for me, dip from me, dip from me
Said you'd be there for me, cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me, give to me, give to me
Why don't you live for me

Come close
Only time I get to see you, through the photos
On Instagram talkin' to my old hoes
Havin' mood swings, bipolar
First your hair low, then your hair long
Can't control her, you know her
She's a demon
I hope you tighten up on these bitches
You've gotta be nice for what to these bitches?

I understand
She just want to be famous, takin' all the snaps
Playin' tricks got me hesitatin' 'bout that ass
My nigga, we don't eat cheese, no we don't fuck with rats
Yeah, I be missin' the streets, I hope they miss me back

I hope they care for me, care for me
I hope you care for me, dip from me, dip from me
Said you'd be there for me, cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me, give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me
Care for me, care for me
You said you'd care for me, dip from me, dip from me
Said you'd be there for me, cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me, give to me, give to me

Don't come close
Got the strap on me like it's velcro
Michael Jackson, I make them moonwalk (moonwalk)
It get bad for you, shoot her goons up (goons up)
Yeah, yolo

(Uh-huh!) Yolo (Oh yeah!)
(These hoes!) Yolo (They mad!)
(Your boy!) Yolo (I had!)
(I made! Uh, watch the breakdown)
Drop it low-low, yeah, can you come and drop it low-low?
Baby, can you come and drop it low-low?
Yeah, can you come and drop it low-low?
Yeah

Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta, gotta make that
Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta, gotta make that
Gotta, gotta, gotta g-g-gotta, g-g-gotta, gotta
Gotta, g-g-gotta, gotta, gotta make that jump, jump (let's go)
Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, over, over, over, over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up (make that jump, jump)
Bend it over, lift it up (make that jump, jump)

Written by:
Adam James Pigott, Byron O. Thomas, Dennis David Coles, Gary E. Grice, Jason S. Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Lauryn N. Hill, Marilyn Bergman, Marvin Hamlisch, Alan Bergman, Aubrey Drake Graham, Bryan Williams, Clifford Smith, Corey Todd Woods, James L. Hunter, Orville Erwin Hall, Phillip Price, Robert Diggs, Russell Jones, Shane Lindstrom, Glenishe Rowe, Jerome Henry Cosey, Noah James Shebib

Publisher:
Lyrics © BOBBYJEAN PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, MIZFIT GXNG ENTERTAINMENT, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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