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Do you love me, yeah
Love me, yeah
Hun-Hun-Hundred thousand in my pocket
I was in the mall, I just went, copped nothing
I was in the mall, I ain’t even bought shit
That’s what you get for talkin’ too much
Wrist look like it hit by a bus
Princess diamonds, cutter than cut
Perform at Madison Garden
Hol’ on, pardon me, cardiac, Cardi B, Carti
Cartier, Carti, Carti
Oh my God, murder she wrote
Wrist wetter than a boat
Chain lookin’ like it, cha-chain
I might let it soak
I can swim and go
Red light, I go
Lamb truck, it’s a red light I go
Money, I can count money in the snow
I got snow boots on, in the snow
UGG boots on in the summer
I feel like (trails off)
Hot sauce yeah
I might get a loft, tell me what it cost
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Flawless just my
Flawless just my
That is just my energy
That is just my
That is just my
That is just my energy
Flawless something like heavenly
Something these bitches could never be
Something these niggas will never see
If he put some more effort he—
Fuck up & he’ll never be
You gon always remember me
Princesa stuck up in they memories
Face card my only identity
Bitch so bad
Bitch so bad
She come first
Never secondly
That’s why he keep on calling me
Just touched LA staying in Beverly
They gon talk if it’s allegedly
Mocking these bitches like a parody
Getting bread like my bitch Sara Lee
Money where I’m at mentally
This money is my remedy
No you’ll never get all of me
All of me
Heavenly
Something these bitches could never be
Something these niggas will never see
If he put some more effort he—
Fuck up & he’ll never be
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Bitches come by the dozen know I ain’t playing
This shit fresh out the oven don’t use your hands
I be geeking in public don’t know where to land
I just wanna touch it; I ain’t got a plan
I told them switch up the subject; I like to talk about bands
I like to hang with my friends
I might just fuck on a fan
I like to spread the guap; then I like to count it again
I can’t stop getting top even though I know it’s a sin
I just know where to start
Call up valet just to park
We be really outside; say he slide but he at the park
They really my sons, let em watch baby shark
Lil bro he play his part
Lil bro’ll pop your tart
Lil bro he doin’ em wrong
Bitches come by the dozen know I ain’t playing
This shit fresh out the oven don’t use your hands
I be geeking in public don’t know where to land
I just wanna touch it; I ain’t got a plan
I told them switch up the subject; I like to talk about bands
I like to hang with my friends
I might just fuck on a fan
I like to spread the guap; then I like to count it again
I can’t stop getting top even though I know it’s a sin
I just know where to start
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R.I.P. Granny
When it all falls down, who gon keep standing
I got my feet planted
I just took off on this perc, I hope I keep landing
Wrestling with that work just like Vince McMahon, I got different plans
Police thought it was a soccer mom
really it’s 20 sticks in vans
Caught lacking once, after that I ain’t leave my blick again
One day that bitch leave and the next day she with the shit again
You ain’t really here for me so I can’t listen in
Diamonds glistening, shining bright as my future
Taught niggas the game and I’m very proud of my students
Trapping in the rain, no umbrella I had to do it
Yeezy boots while stepping in puddles; I waterproof it
Run the block but I cannot trip in this horror movie
Thumbing through the cash made all my fingers some sore losers
With no pen and pad, connect with the sellers and drug users
I got in my bag, 23 and 1 in that institution
Plus I’m really strapped don’t need no bodyguard; Whitney Houston
My doors is suicide, top of the cliff like I’m finna do it
I had to minimize all of the shit that’s gon bring confusion
And can’t identify that boy 'cause his face had got a contusion
I’m feeling really high
bomb on these niggas; Ukraine & Putin
Sometime I pray to God
My good friend crossed me and tried to use me
Got a bitch out in Houston
Selling Knicks; Allan Houston
I beat the pack I’m abusive
I triple wrap it’s exclusive
R.I.P. Granny
When it all falls down, who gon keep standing
I got my feet planted
I just took off on this perc, I hope I keep landing
Wrestling with that work just like Vince McMahon, I got different plans
Police thought it was a soccer mom
really it’s 20 sticks in vans
Caught lacking once, after that I ain’t leave my blick again
One day that bitch leave and the next day she with the shit again
You ain’t really here for me so I can’t listen in
Diamonds glistening, shining bright as my future
Taught niggas the game and I’m very proud of my students
Trapping in the rain, no umbrella I had to do it
Yeezy boots while stepping in puddles; I waterproof it
Run the block but I cannot trip in this horror movie
Thumbing through the cash made all my fingers some sore losers
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DavidTheTragic
I went out and got some money
You too nosy, ears big bugs bunny
Niggas hate me 'cause I talk slick funny
Ain’t been on the clock, got money
Ain’t over the hill, I’m running
Ain’t pacing no thrills, I’m gunning
For the top of this shit blue hundreds
Apocalypse is here, it started
King of the Hill, bill right?
No Hillbilly money
Mix the tea with some honey
After moshpits running
Lil deal niggas love to flex chains, whips & clothing
Knock them off like we bowling
Tony Shhnow
The pendant Ice Box, the watch piece Suny
Please stay the fuck home if you forgot your money
Most rappers don’t like me but they girl wanna fuck me
You trynna cross Tony, Tony trynna cross country
I ain’t used to taking losses; with the losing I’m rusty
She born in shoreline and her perfume musty
I know she nasty, my wrist game disgusting
I Will Smith the flight at Delta; I just punched it
I break my wrist inside the pot look like I jumped it
I shuffle cards cut off queens you a trick
I got one question can you please get off my dick
Ride with that fever 'cause these fuck niggas make me sick
I’m looking for a bad hoe so I can put her in Rick
I’m finna turn in my Nintendo I can’t Switch
I have the hardest time with strippers 'cause I can’t pick
I work the risk, I’m working with my wrist
Beat out that pot so much now when it see my face it start to flinch
I cut off the hoe I don’t need that bitch
Pouring up 4’s when we winning it’s 6
I’m stuck in that road race trynna get rich
My palms bleeding 'cause I’m always itching at em
The way I talk the dope, the kids think I invented trapping
My jewelry going skits, I coulda signed with Cinematic
I know you don’t want no static
Please don’t test me problematic
My bitch from the hood put up penthouse I sleep with a ratchet
I wanna see a hunnit mil, they wanna see me in a casket
I can shoot the ball from across the court blindfolded and still made the basket
With no practice still I average more than average
DavidTheTragic
I went out and got some money
You too nosy, ears big bugs bunny
Niggas hate me 'cause I talk slick funny
Ain’t been on the clock, got money
Ain’t over the hill, I’m running
Ain’t pacing no thrills, I’m gunning
For the top of this shit blue hundreds
Apocalypse is here, it started
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6. |
Wildboy (feat. 4pooch)
01:45
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Wildboy, no MGK
Caught him down bad he was AFK
As long as a nigga got that bag I’mma be A-OK
Niggas think they ain’t goin’ out sad time to set ‘em straight
Moving with precaution
That one false move will cost me
Pooch be about his business; ain’t talking money that’s where you lost me
Got that monkey on my back and it’s kinda hard to shake him off me
Hit you with the right, hit you with the left
I’mma post up with the work until it’s nothing left
They gon know a nigga serious hit ‘em with the stare
And I know that they can’t stand me; hit em with the chair
I do it for my fam, you do it for the gram
They say I won’t, but I will, matter fact I am
I’mma cop the AMG and paint it candy yam
Pooch be throwing up the 4’s like the Son of Sam
She throw that pussy at me watch I hit it grand slam
I know she gotta nigga but she don’t give a god damn
Show your loyalty I’ll bless you with these royalties
I gotta couple racks put up to pay that lawyer fee
Cause ain’t no tellin, I know these niggas’ll tell it
I’m the shit you smell it
Nina piss on a bitch R. Kelly
All cash I got bad credit
She gon suck til my eyes like Fetty
I got grams I ain’t talking Teddy
Told her bounce that ass like Betty
Wildboy, no MGK
Caught him down bad he was AFK
As long as a nigga got that bag I’mma be A-OK
Niggas think they ain’t goin out sad time to set ‘em straight
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Yo Benny, what up?
From this point on no turning back
Lately I been out my mind so insane
So don’t be surprised I ain’t coming back
Every dog got his day; gotta fly
I can’t even double back
If you lose that time can’t get it back
24/7 I’m getting packs
Trapping he ain’t into that
I know a couple pussies plotting on switching up; ain’t gon get into that
Stand on my own two keep this shit intact
I serve a junkie once and spin it back
All these Percocets keep spinning back
I wake up ready yup and get some cash
She ask what you bout lil bitch it’s been a
She ask what you bout lil bitch it’s been a bag
Yeah I’m gon up it, she want me to touch it
Yeah hate on his own brother like he Uncle Ruckus
It’s a Baretta barrage, we got this shit bussing
Yeah I trap on the block my junkies they love it
Max it out get the guap
Trap it out get the guap whether rain or sunny
Bought a hunnit K now trap jump like some bunnies
You ain’t trynna get money you must be a dummy
I just blow your pack on getting fly
'cause I can’t take it when I’m down
I play with some arsonist I been on fire
Just went 31 for 31 set like getting top
This point on no turning back
Lately I been out my mind so insane
So don’t be surprised I ain’t coming back
Every dog got his day; gotta fly
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I’m smoking pack after pack after pack after pack
I’m addicted to the money, hit the bank then I relapse
My fingers itchin, my stomach full but I’m still in the kitchen
I’m true to my religion, bags on me but I ain’t trippin
Words worth a milli, I could paint a picture, but if you don’t listen how I’m supposed to mold you
I’m sorry I’m the one that said I told you so so long
No I ain’t the one to cry to
I ain’t ya man, I ain’t the one you gotta lie to, call me when nobody’s around you
I hate to say I told you but I told you so
They flexed up but that’s over now
I push weight got my muscle up
I swim with sharks, they pray I drown
I smoke pack after pack after pack after pack
Roll another one, no GPS, I got my mind on track
In the VIP with this thick hoe, pray she come home, let me beat it from the back
I spent rack after rack after rack after rack, in the club, in the mall, in the trap I got that sack
Foreign bitch she so stuck up not a Barbie she a Brat
I’m addicted to the money
I love this life I don’t look back
I’m smoking pack after pack after pack after pack
I’m addicted to the money, hit the bank then I relapse
My fingers itchin, my stomach full but I’m still in the kitchen
I’m true to my religion, bags on me but I ain’t trippin (x2)
I ain’t ya man, I ain’t the one you gotta lie to, call me when nobody’s around you
I hate to say I told you but I told you so
They flexed up but that’s over now
I push weight got my muscle up
I swim with sharks, they pray I drown
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Bitch I’m fly
How you like it uh? (x4)
Bad ass bitch and he wanna get inside me
Badass bit and I ride like 90
Feel it in my guts like the lean in my tummy
Nigga keep going I don’t care if you coming
Nigga keep going from 12 if they coming
Hotter than the sun nigga you can call me heat
And I make these niggas move they feet
And I’m the one that these bitches wanna be
Queen of the hill
Queen vamp of the hill
And this shit get steep like uh uh for real
For real, niggas know the deal
Pop a xan just to go to sleep
Nigga say you love me
Better stay right here
Bitch ‘fore I tweak
How you like it uh? (x4)
Bad ass bitch and he wanna get inside me
Badass bit and I ride like 90
After 12 the night up like Cinderella come find me
Feel like Fiona, put up and I’m hiding
High me (x5)
This nigga like the high me
My mom don’t like the high me
Nigga wanna have a baby wanna cum inside me
I’m thinking bout these bands bitch I really like the fly me
2 double cups but I really need 5 cause my pain 9 deep
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10. |
omg (feat. Sk8star)
01:55
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He want feature pay that fee
Wake up put on Marni-ni
Got designer on my jeans
Bout that dollar I’m a fiend
She suck dick like OMG
It’s so good I buy her wings
Man they can’t keep up with me
Took his hoe and bust her cheeks
Bitch I ball like i’m VanVleet
Yeah it’s only one of me
Bitches keep me company
Having racks monopoly
Break her down
Turn her round
Give that hoe the runaround
Runaround (x8)
And these niggas stealing sounds
Ask ‘em how they like me now
That boy wearing hand-me-downs
No Wunna nigga drip or drown
Remember I was counted out
Now they know me around town
I get paid to say these verbs and nouns
I get paid to rock out with these crowds
He talk crazy we gon shut ‘em out
Slatt slatt we gon slime ‘em out
Tat-tat that’s that glock sound
And her ass is super fat fat
Big backwood I can’t pass that
Classy bitch but she fuck ratchet
I go broke fuck it we maskin’
I want money I can’t chat chat
Yerrr
I can’t take her on no date
I rock Marni not no Bape
Yeah she do what I say
They can’t fuck with S-K-8
Who that is? Oh that’s Sk8
I came to eliminate
'Cause these niggas a disgrace
Get the fuck up out my face
Bitch just go the other way
I’m gon break her, I’m gon shake her
I’m gon slam her, Undertaker
Fly as hell in these Botegga-rs
Bitch I’m smoking all these flavors
All these niggas is some haters
Love my gang, I’m no traitor
Helmut Lang on my layers
And they lame I’m a player
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Duwap Kaine
Nigga I’m with Bearboss
Nigga I ain’t Muslim but my nigga chop ya head off
Niggas wake up hating and my reaction is fuck y’all
Wake up with them racks and them bitches standing too tall
Chain on and that motherfucker two tone
when I grow up bitch I’m trynna have two homes
So I trap at one fuck your bitch in the other one all alone
Pick up shit I don’t even know how much it cost
Pockets fat yeah just like Rick Ross
With the squad yeah I’m with Bearboss
You don’t know how it feel to get crossed
Get crossed got you feeling so lost
But I boss up and I make moves
On your bitch I make a move
Just like the 80s man your bitch trynna groove
Fendi shorts when I hop in the pool
I’m Kaine bitch man that’s why I’m so cool
When I rap I just tell you the truth
2 chains everything I say true
Colorblind all I’m seeing is blue
Shipping that pack through the mail nigga yeah Gmail nigga Yahoo!
Nigga they claim they got beef but see me and acting like they cool
Diamonds on my neck nigga ice cream nigga what’s the scoop
I’m so sorry I’m really really so sorry y’all can’t do what I do
Bear1boss
Sometimes I be riding round
Ridin’ ridin’ round with my tool with me
Sometimes they be trynna do what the fuck I just be doing
Twin turbo my car it go fast and make you lose yeah
Cavalli my body I’m high off an oxy
I’m positive pop and I feel like I’m Roddy
Hop up in this Range Rover
You gotta do what I say so
Codeine in my Faygo
Finna call Sofaygo
Popstar bet they all know
Heavy chain like Django
I feel like the game hoe
Are you entertained hoe
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Nolanberollin
I’m in the boat I set sail
I’m on Twitter
I only see sex cause sex sells
We sticking out nails so please don’t get hammered
I need a UAV jammer
Everybody be on camera
Itty bitty watch your manner
Come thru whipping in pajama
Slipping like I got banana
Sack on me I’m Santa
But it’s only for one day
I just turned down the one way
Shawty she going both ways
Can you just make your mind up?
Duh, somewhere salamander in the cut
You can’t find us
Duh, somewhere salamander in the cut
You can’t find us
Bear1boss
Hot sauce
I’m in the club you can’t find us
Security seriously with me 'cause my diamonds they be shining tough
I keep my glocky with me case security not gon shoot enough
Money in my backpack; money in my Bentley truck
I’m pure I got purity somebody come on and Uber me
I’m an American dream I feel like I’m Jake the dragon
I already know who got money I know who not really having
And I be making the hits out a cabin
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13. |
Club Spook (feat. $pook)
01:21
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I put my city on lock
Niggas ain’t gangster ain’t hitting no block
10 racks if you want me to drop
I’m smoking dope to the face
Niggas they snitching and pleading the case
I got a purse but a gun on the waist
I got a main but a side on the side
I want the cake giving niggas the pie
He said we linked then he telling a lie
I live this life and I don’t even try
At the club with no fye
Bitches ain’t gangster they know who to try
I tell the truth and I won’t ever die
Giving the niggas the works
You see I’m up and I know that it hurts
I start with a pot and I end with a perc
I put my city on lock
Niggas ain’t gangster ain’t hitting no block
10 racks if you want me to drop
I’m smoking dope to the face
Niggas they snitching and pleading the case
I got a purse but a gun on the waist
I got a main but a side on the side
I want the cake giving niggas the pie
He said we linked then he telling a lie
I live this life and I don’t even try
At the club with no fye
Bitches ain’t gangster they know who to try
I tell the truth and I won’t ever die
Giving the niggas the works
You see I’m up and I know that it hurts
I start with a pot and I end with a perc
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Burgun4y!
I put this shit on you already know
We having motion just come to the show
I put this shit on you already know
We having motion just come to the show
I got ‘em jumping they not on they toes
I’m finna count up ‘cause I’m in that mode
Whole lotta money but some of it’s old
Bitch I been zooted since 16 years old
I been way too geeked (x6)
MuddyMya
I been way too geeked
Brand new Pradas on my feet
You might get fly but you ain’t me
You might get high but bitch I tweak
I got red eyes cause I don’t sleep
Bands on my line they calling me
Just rocked 2 shows within a week
Can’t trust these hoes cause they so weak
She on my phone she like my tweet
I think this girl is stalking me
All of these bitches they getting exposed
They wanna be goals but they ain’t got no goals
I’m with your boo in the coupe smoking dope
I got so much money it might never fold
These niggas be funny these niggas be broke
I get to the money and spend it on clothes
I get to the money and spend it on dope
Jelani Imani
Pump
On the gas my niggas is drunk
In my stance I’m really a gup
Way I swam you thought it was luck
Way they swarm it’s honey on me
I’m imagining money on me
I been having wholesome dreams
‘Cause I’m smoking some wholesome green
I been smoking the potent purp
Got the pack & it’s smokin-king
& the kaya just got me in motion
Bruh sluggy I call him inertia
Aye don’t worry the wait will be over
I be fresh and not even on purpose
Ask lil bucks I look better in person
BG (mumbling)
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I’m a rock star, I carry a pistol
Broke her heart, made her cry she need a tissue
Take a lot of drugs you don’t really know what I been through
I get high and go to the moon no issue
Rockstar walking in Balenci shoes
Put a rockstar bitch on my schedule
No you’re not the only one I have several
But without your love I feel terrible
Racing to your love, distance unmeasurable
Can’t forget the time to forget you
Cold blood in your veins like an igloo
Who knew you would be so evil (x2)
I’m a rock star, I carry a pistol
Broke her heart, made her cry she need a tissue
Take a lot of drugs you don’t really know what I been through
I get high and go to the moon no issue
Rockstar walking in Balenci shoes
Put a rockstar bitch on my schedule
No you’re not the only one I have several
But without your love I feel terrible
Racing to your love, distance unmeasurable
Take a lot of drugs you don’t really know what I been through
I get high and go to the moon no issue
Rockstar walking in Balenci shoes
Put a rockstar bitch on my schedule
No you’re not the only one I have several
But without your love I feel terrible
Racing to your love, distance unmeasurable
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16. |
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I make the money shoulder rock then bop like Diddy
I got a k on my wrist no Kizzy
She love Miami it remind her of Jersey
She got one hand in the air tongue out with her best friend twerking
My bitch bad she think I’m perfect
She say I look good but look better in person
My young nigga trappin’ that boy and that girl
Purple in my cup like Prince
She want the diamonds and pearls
She want a trip so I took her to molly world
She drop to her knees and get low like Megan
I finger fuck money I make her Flo Milli
She wet like Aaliyah I ride the boat steady
She wanna go up like Nicki
I’m stuck on that grind I’mma skate out the party
I ride with that hit stick if it get tricky
My bitch thick like JT
She throw it back and she ride like Kakey
Top model hoe give head like Suki
I put some diamonds on her like Riri
I hit for that water they still in a drought
She got on some brands she can’t even pronounce
I got a thick hoe waiting for me at the house
Some learn how to walk I just learned how to count
I keep it short cause my money too long
My bitch got a Glock in her purse she grown
I pick up the money
I pick up the extra shift
I’m picky with bitches don’t pick up the phone
I’m high no falcon I get in her dome
They play defense I just get in my zone
This champagne gold but my heart chrome
I need no map I can’t go wrong
I’m here right now but my mind gone
I pick up the money
I pick up the extra shift
I’m picky with bitches don’t pick up the phone
I’m high no falcon I get in her dome
They play defense I just get in my zone
This champagne gold but my heart chrome
I need no map I can’t go wrong
I’m here right now but my mind gone
I make the money shoulder rock then bop like Diddy
I got a k on my wrist no Kizzy
She love Miami it remind her of Jersey
She got one hand in the air tongue out with her best friend twerking
My bitch bad she think I’m perfect
She say I look good but look better in person
My young nigga trappin’ that boy and that girl
Purple in my cup like Prince
She want the diamonds and pearls
She want a trip so I took her to molly world
She drop to her knees and get low like Megan
I finger fuck money I make her Flo Milli
She wet like Aaliyah I ride the boat steady
She wanna go up like Nicki
I’m stuck on that grind I’mma skate out the party
I ride with that hit stick if it get tricky
My bitch thick like JT
She throw it back and she ride like Kakey
Top model hoe give head like Suki
I put some diamonds on her like Riri
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Bear1boss
Have you ever seen me ball before
Hop in that ‘rari
I skrrt up in ‘rari
I skrrt up I make that bitch roar
Pop me an addy
She calling me daddy
I’m fuckin this bitch on the porch
I’mma give her long dick she fell in love with pork
Somebody waste my Tris on my grandma porch
Somebody in a mosh pit bought a pitchfork
Caught that body ain’t no trace ain’t no charge
Gotta keep a bad bitch just cause it’s a bar
Gotta make sure she ratchet if she in my car
Gotta play laffy taffy make sure who she are
Have you ever seen me ball before
Hop in that ‘rari
I skrrt up in ‘rari
I skrrt up I make that bitch roar
Pop me an addy
She calling me daddy
I’m fuckin this bitch on the porch
I’mma give her long dick she fell in love with pork
Somebody waste my Tris on my grandma porch
Somebody in a mosh pit bought a pitchfork
Tennisboywill
Really came from nothing aye yeah I was poor
Had to get my family right remember we couldn’t afford it
Now they slidin’ in foreigns
It’s not a rental; I got insurance
Nowadays we got money
No we not cool, not your buddy
I rather ride with the sharks and a bear
With the boss, putting money in here
Extra red pour me
Sip it again and again and again
I crush a perky up
Put the lil shit in my lean cup
In love with the roxy, in love with the xan
Bear1boss
Have you ever seen me ball before
Hop in that ‘rari
I skrrt up in ‘rari
I skrrt up I make that bitch roar
Pop me an addy
She calling me daddy
I’m fuckin this bitch on the porch
I’mma give her long dick she fell in love with pork
Somebody waste my Tris on my grandma porch
Somebody in a mosh pit bought a pitchfork
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Xhulooo
We let this choppa flash
It leave em right on they back
Outside smoking on thrax
I still be stepping on act
Walk in the party with glock in the lunchbox
Yeah I gotta be tapped
Sit in my room and I count up them hunduns
Yeah know that’s a fact
Yeah know that’s a fact
Yeah yeah know that’s a fact
Yeah yeah my pockets fat
Yeah yeah my pockets fat
Why you be lying?
You ain’t gotta act
She wanna stay with me just like a tack
And they wanna talk, I let em talk
Shawty like white no chalk
Big ass k, finna make em walk
I’m in the A where the buildings tall
Throw up the money and watching it fall
I’m getting money you ain’t counting at all
We get ‘em gon, it’s taking a call
sgpwes
Walk in this bitch with the bag
Walk in this bitch with the uh uh
Walk in this bitch with the cash
These niggas going out sad
Run up on me go out bad
I’m in LA with a vibe
Stay with my gang with my tribe
Stay with my gang with my slatts yeah
Run up we blowin’ you back yeah
You niggas pussy they cat
I put that bitch in the trash
Why you be lying you flat
I bet that bitch in the past
I left that bitch in the past
I’m in the whip it go fast
I’m in the whip it go fast
Xhulooo
We let this choppa flash
It leave em right on they back
Outside smoking on thrax
I still be stepping on act
Walk in the party with glock in the lunchbox
Yeah I gotta be tapped
Sit in my room and I count up them hunduns
Yeah know that’s a fact
Yeah know that’s a fact
Yeah yeah know that’s a fact
Yeah yeah my pockets fat
Yeah yeah my pockets fat
Why you be lying?
You ain’t gotta act
She wanna stay with me just like a tack
And they wanna talk, I let em talk
Shawty like white no chalk
Big ass k, finna make em walk
I’m in the A where the buildings tall
Throw up the money and watching it fall
I’m getting money you ain’t counting at all
We get ‘em gon, it’s taking a call
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Glick (feat. Gun40)
01:56
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It ain’t nothing to me
Most these niggas bitches I swear that they groupies
Walking on me talking bout she trynna do me
And I’m hitting a nigga with a hadouken
Run up on me catch a shit bag he can’t even dookie
They like “gun yo ass be tripping boy yo ass a nuisance”
I’m a hidden gem something like Scottie Pippen
Actually I’m not 'cause I don’t do no simpin
You would think my ass from Houston boy these fo’s still tippin
I’m not desperate for no pussy now she think I’m pimpin
Wish a nigga would play I guarantee we clip him
All days work come get a kickin chicken
I still got a partner robbing he be trippin trippin
I know that money coming see my finger itching
I’m tired of all your arguin, tired of all your bitchin
Better quit that shit before I get to fishin
Show yo ass how good I am when I’m in that kitchen
It’s like
Skrr skrr (x8)
I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t air they bitch ass out
Trynna change but I how I’m feeling I might punch him out
How I catch a play I told my mans go run a route
Really up in real life I don’t need no clout
I fly my guns in every city
I’m in LA with a 50
I’m in Jersey with my cuddy
In the ‘Raq I be with Melo
Keep a thick bitch her booty fat and it move just like jello
If her head good I keep her around
We keep .308’s and chopper rounds
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Shawty put her ass in my face (x3)
I pull up, I’m trending topic
I’m finna catch me a body
I’m finna just want some some bubble gum
She wanna chew on some Scotty
She wanna chew on some Molly, yeah
She wanna chew on some bubble gum
I wanna chew on some Molly too
I wanna drink a moscato
I’m finna buy me a bottle
I wanna fuck on a model
I wanna fuck her in Prada
Everything I do top dollar
Everything I do I gotta
Chew this bitch just like some Reese’s
I pray to god that she kiss me
I’m finna pull up in Bentley
I’m finna make my ex miss me
Shawty put her ass in my face (x3)
I pull up, I’m trending topic
I’m finna catch me a body
I’m finna just want some some bubble gum
She wanna chew on some Scotty
She wanna chew on some Molly, yeah
She wanna chew on some bubble gum
I wanna chew on some Molly too
I wanna drink a moscato
I’m finna buy me a bottle
I wanna fuck on a model
I wanna fuck her in Prada
Everything I do top dollar
Everything I do I gotta
Chew this bitch just like some Reese’s
I pray to god that she kiss me
I’m finna pull up in Bentley
I’m finna make my ex miss me
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Popstar Benny Mableton, Georgia
Popstar Benny is honing his skills to literally become an “international super-mega icon pop star, producer, DJ, and graphic designer.” He wants his music to be played in Forever 21 stores.
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