Sunday at 11:00 AM...
Babs, Leslie, Barbi, Marinette, and Chloe were all giving their boyfriend some company as he wrote 3 more songs as soon as he was finished he got in the studio as his team got the recordings and instrumentals ready.
Joe: OK buddy what's the first song called?
CeeDee: This first one is called The Box.
With that the team hit the recording and instrumental button as CeeDee began to work his magic.
Song Begins...
[Chorus]
Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin' all the bells out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in the box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s
She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App
Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know where you at, at
[Verse 1]
I was out back where the stash at
Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (Skrrt)
'Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (Yeah)
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
Nigga try to get me for my water
I'll lay his ass down, on my son, on my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
Lotta niggas out here playin', ain't ballin'
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (Yeah)
And I know probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty barely seen in double C's, I bought 'em
Got a bitch that's looking like Aaliyah, she a model
I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city
Patek like the sea, forgive me
[Chorus]
Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin' all the bells out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in the box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s
She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App
Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know where you at, at, hah
[Verse 2]
Hahaha, I been movin' 'em out
If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (Yeah)
Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth
Bitch, don't wear no shoes in my house
The private I'm flyin' in, I never wan' fly again
I'll take my chances in traffic (Yeah)
She suckin' on dick, no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing strip
I'm a 2020 president candidate
I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit
I been movin' real gangster, so that's why she picked a Crip
Shawty call me Crisco 'cause I pop my shit
Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah
When I had the drugs, I was street wealthy, yeah
[Chorus]
Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin' all the bells out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in the box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s
She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App
Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know where you at, at
Song Ends...
When the song ended the team ended the recording as they were really impressed with the first song as well as the girls.
Joe: That's one banger! What's the second?
CeeDee: This one is called Something Special!
The team published the first song and soon got to work on the second one as CeeDee got started.
Song Begins...
[Chorus]
I think you are (You are) something special
I'll take you on a shopping spree (Oh, yeah)
'Cause I'm so into you (Oh)
I'm so into you (I love you, baby)
I'm so into you (Oh, my)
I'm so into you (To you), baby (Baby)
[Verse]
What you like? What you wear?
Say the name, say the price, put them diamonds on your ear
Shinin' like a chandelier
What's your thoughts? What's your fears?
Yeah, I need that real love (Real love), talkin' Bobby and Whitney (Whitney)
You don't gotta worry 'bout nothin' as long as you with me (With me, look)
'Cause shit could get sticky, that's why I keep a glizzy
Ride around through my city (Woo)
Fuck Cassandra, Kanesha, Kaneeka and Tisha, Lisa and Tricia (Fuck them hoes, uh)
Fuck them hoes 'cause I don't need them, all them bitches treeshas
They ain't in the field, they on the bleachers (Treeshas)
On your back, I start applying that lotion (Yeah, lotion)
So deep, I'ma go in, pullin' all on your sew-in (Sew-in)
I'm Pop Smoke, but you know all my governments
All that gangster shit, she be lovin' it
She love how I'm thuggin' it (Oh, you like that)
Shawty brown and petite (Yeah)
Fly and discreet, a demon in the sheets
Mother was a lawyer, her father the police
They be working long hours, so she always had the free
She said I could come with her if it get hot up in the streets
'Cause I'm a 'rilla in the jungle and a shark up in the sea
She like, "Papi, you so fire, but get up out the streets"
I'm like, "Baby, what you mean?" (What you mean?)
Look
[Chorus]
I think (Baby) you are
You are (You are) something special (My girl)
I'll take you on a shopping spree
'Cause I'm so into you (To you)
I'm so into you (You are)
I'm so into you
I'm so into you, baby (Baby)
[Bridge]
Baby (Baby)
You are (You are) my girl (My girl)
You are (You are) my girl
[Chorus]
(I think) You are (You are)
You are (You are) something special (Oh, yeah)
I'll take you on a shopping spree (Oh, baby)
'Cause I'm so into you (Baby)
I'm so into you (You are)
I'm so into you (My girl)
I'm so into you (You are), baby (My girl)
Song Ends...
The team stopped the recording and published the 2nd song as they gave their opinions.
Joe: I didn't know you had a base voice in their boy!
CeeDee: *giggles* Yeah I've been saving it for that song.
Xavier: Let's move to the last one for today.
CeeDee: Ok this last one is called Nice For What. I even got Zee featuring on this song!
Babs: Wow that's cool!
The team got started on the last one and hit the recoding button as it was time for the final one for today.
Song Begins...
[Intro: Big Freedia]
I wanna know who mothafuckin' representin' in here tonight
Hold on, hold on
[Pre-Chorus: Zee]
I keep lettin' you back in (You back in)
How can I explain myself?
[Chorus: Zee & CeeDee]
Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me
There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me
(Lil Weezyana shit)
Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me
(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
(A song for y'all to cut up to, you know?)
There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me (Yeah)
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?
[Verse 1: CeeDee]
Everybody get your mothafuckin' roll on
I know shorty and she doesn't want no slow song
Had a man last year, life goes on
Haven't let that thing loose, girl, in so long
You've been inside, know you like to lay low
I've been peepin' what you bringin' to the table
Workin' hard, girl, everything paid for
First-last, phone bill, car note, cable
With your phone out, gotta hit them angles
With your phone out, snappin' like you Fabo
And you showin' off, but it's alright
And you showin' off, but it's alright (Alright!)
It's a short life, yeah
[Chorus: Zee]
Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me
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?
[Refrain: CeeDee]
That's a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin' up on these niggas
You gotta be nice for what to these niggas?
[Verse 2: CeeDee]
I understand, you got a hunnid bands
You got a baby Benz, you got some bad friends
High school pics, you was even bad then
You ain't stressin' off no lover in the past tense
You already had them
Work at 8 A.M., finish 'round five
Hoes talk down, you don't see 'em outside
Yeah, they don't really be the same offline
You know dark days, you know hard times
Doin' overtime for the last month
Saturday, call the girls, get 'em gassed up
Gotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jump
Gotta hit the club like you hit them mothafuckin' angles
With your phone out, snappin' like you Fabo
And you showin' off, but it's alright
And you showin' off, but it's alright (Alright!)
It's a short life
Uh-huh! (Oh yeah!)
These hoes! (They mad!)
Your boy! (I had!)
I made! (Watch the breakdown)
[Chorus: Zee]
Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me
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?
[Breakdown: CeeDee]
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)
[Refrain: CeeDee]
That's a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin' up on these niggas
You gotta be nice for what to these niggas?
I understand
[Chorus: Zee]
Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me
There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me
Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?
Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd cry for me
[Outro:CeeDee and Zee]
Gotta hit the club like you hit them, hit them, hit them angles
It's a short life, yeah
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?
Song ends...
The team ended the recordingas they all gave each other a thumbs up.
Another succesful day in the studio!!!!!