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Buick
03:24
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Yea
I feeling moving to Europe
Now
Euro stepping
Watch me do it
You be stressing
Going through it
I flexing
Out in new work
Never lacking
Watch the Buick
They say they pulling up
Crab
In barrel
Ain’t good enough
You love it or hate that’s fashion
She make her face using passion
She wearing less you attractive
I’m saying less with a magnum
She into Marylyn Manson
I’m into big house and Massions
Welcome
To my crib
Next door
Neighbor don’t know where I live
Yeah
From the Islands yeah
Now the house got an island yeah
Too much liquor got me dancing
Henneyed up
With gyal dem
2am where my pant went
Falling deep in her conscience
A few week without conference
Two deep where her mind
Went
Where man went oh
LATE NIGHT IN SOME GYM CLOTHES
Like your body ain’t thick enough
Can’t be no Lickle yute
Body builder type to pick you up
In a foreign
With windows up
Big batty ting
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2. |
Reign
03:19
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Lyrics coming soon -
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Writer A.Virgo
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3. |
Cantra
03:17
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In a matter of a second I’ll be all gone
Keep it pushing
Never lacking
Keep it hands on
Motivation if you broke
It’s your own fault
Kicked my sisters ball over the fence
Cock sucker get your own ball
You can tell how by the beat goes
I’m trying find a freak to
Kiss all on my pee hole
Shorty bad
Told me that her signs Leo
I got it bad
She got some game
But I got some cheat codes
Up down
Back forth
select start
AB ba
But
On the
Contrary
Bars
Hey never cop a plea
I just wanna rap
You was stuck under the streets
Yeah you been a rat
If we jump you and you flee
Ain’t no getting back
Hit him one Time
Then we watch you fade to black
See the one time
Hopping over fences
Never toss the weapon if they shoot
Nigga shoot back
Yeah
That’s law moherfucker
From the boogie down
That’s raw my nugga
Sex your girl
Hit it raw roll a swisher
In the hood
Where those hittas
Pray to Jigga
Catch a jooks
Then we drown in the liquor
Heal the pain
Then say aww man I miss
Feel the rain
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4. |
MaYo
03:40
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Yo now I’m living now I’m supposed it
Adina told me I graduated with honorables
I left my homie alone
And said this what imma do
Try to make it hope
My wallet don’t turn
To ummado
Peace god how I’m feeling
Blessing with each Arms
Neef ah
Still puffing the chebba
Jealousy will put
You right in that sleeper
Hennessy will put
Right inbtween her
Choosing money over your friends
I made it out from
Where boys turn to men
Men turn to animals
Animals turn on them.
Girls turn to bitches
And the same cycle again
Young puff I feel like Mitch and em
Jewelry tuck I’m trying to live again
Four army truck
Ducking the middle men
You might think I’m pussy but pussy you coming to me for help
How you tell me I’m real nigga I lost my mommy
You know I know how that feels nugga
I called my daddy to him I sound like a meal ticket
Quit the Reggie
Start smoking loud
That’s how I deal with it
Yeah
Ricky Waterz all on the beat
If a nugga want a feature
Just tell him it ain’t for free
I ain’t cheap
Got that white boy accent
But I’m from the ghetto
Calculated
But I move my pieces
Like jeledooo
You know the emancipation’s were all slaves from the get go
Some slaves used masterbation
Poising the masters with the mayo
They mad I made it
Yeah they gave up on their dreams
Then they started hating
Then I seen them promoting the fiends
Fleeky
No need for a hook
I’m ready too black out
No more pen and paper
My nigga I took the rap route
I could switch the style up
Tell them niggas not now
This is for them over seas niggas that want too book me
The cig aint a Lucy
The clip ain’t a movie
You trying to catch a vibe
We ain’t Fucking
If she ain’t groovy
{For real}
Clout chasing this ain’t what winners do
It’s past hating these old niggas be miserable
Getting bread just like a pigeon do
Shorty said she love mankind
This was a ritual
Hands on that’s law
I will cripple you
Your mans gone
Ran off too the principal
Your mans soft
Haha we gone finish you
The man draw click bow
What got into dude.
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5. |
Stacey
04:04
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I made a deal with devil
I’m trying to be rich
And he hand me shovel
Dead all your friends
And say nobody love you
Running out of time
What is on your mind
Your mommy got shot in chest
Yes
A bullet went over your head blessed
Your brother still hate you
Your sister was 2 when she died
You feelings The void
But you feel Her inside
Don’t don’t let it eat you alive
Why my family Stuck in hell
Why my momma told me she ain’t making bail
Why at 3 I was carrying water
on my head
Wasn’t out playin
Why a nigga like me ain’t got feelings
Why I ain’t cried when I fell
Why I turned out dark
Why niggas hate that I’m doing so well
Why my heart so cold
Why momma died
Left this planet
Only 49 yEars old
Why my pops so bold
Why my pops
So bold
Nigga want Free ridee
Looked HIM in The eyes
TOLD that Niggas NO
WHY I GOTTA BE STRESSED
WHY I GOTTA HIDE
WHY I GOTTA LIE
WHY I CANT JUST FLEX
Everybody that I know
Died
Why am I the last nigga left
Why I failed every test
Why everybody walked out
Why I saw my mother last breathe
Why ruddy had too die
Why they ain’t take the bullet
Out my moms chest
Why I gotta be cool
Why i gotta always play by the rules
Why I gotta hav good heart
Even when a Nigga always saying fuck you
Why my sister had to die
Why my nana had to die
Grand dad ain’t alive
Buried 3 people one year
Why I can’t stay high
Why I gotta be sober
Why am I in denial
Why everyone doing bad
Why am I doing good
Ask myself why!
New Benz off the shelf room flooor
How a nigga gotta role
Pray everyday
Every morning
Every night
Cleanse my soul
Niggas hate
But they fuck up
See my first verse
Left you fucked Up
I ain’t trying tell you my story
Cause in my story
You gone need tough love
Ain’t no kids
Nigga man up
Fall down
Nigga get up
Ain’t no eye for an eye
I’m the city where the skinny niggas die
Know the vibes
Bring
their knifes out
We could ride out
With the nine out
Blow your mind out
Where you live nigga
We could find out
Who am I
Just a nigga from the Bronx
If you don’t put em on
I done been through the storm
Big house with the pond
Ten acre on the lawn
1 50 for charm
Haters wanna knock him off
Late night
Shooting frogs
Hoodie down
In the fog
This one for Trayvon
Hov lane like Shawn
In and out with a bad thang
When I bring em out
Let band sing
Bad mon
Talk tough
leave a a bad gyal
With a off spring
You know the vibes i kill
Em with rhythm
While rocking my linen
You know that it’s vintage
You. Get some inches
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6. |
4 AM IN OAKLAND
04:18
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Hennessy
Poured up
I was born ready I’m a soldier
know they want to get me
When I’m on one
Know these pussy niggas
Ain’t on none but they
Big blunt rolled up
Smoking feeling so numb
Know some Pussy nigga who’s sold drug
But the greedy for money
Sold they soul
So you know they
Many tried to take my life
But they ain’t really ready
Wanna waste mon time
Get away with your waste man self
And your waste man vibez
I done take time
Make me heartless
Shame on a nugga
You never ever try to run
Game on nigga
Shame on a bitch
If he ain’t got money
You just paying for the dick
I know you gotta vibes
Hennessy and Coke put it too the side
I was out of state
Shit is on my mind
Homeless everwhere
My people living outside
Gentrifications it’s outright
Oakland Cali feel like fornite
I was smoked out four nights
Had dollar and a dream
Gave it too a fien
For all of the cold nights
Niggas living out of tents
Really had me bent
Got me sick and that’s no lie
My whole life
Went right in front of me
Thought about company
Where all the friends that they had
Stop
Hold up I went in the Stash
Grab all the money I had
Thought about my daughters
Living in cab
Ain’t it silly how the city poor
Imagine how they feel
Back in Singapore
Machine gun Kelly
All these rap devils
I see crack vessels
In your repertoire
All I really want was a record store
Now all is need is record for
Too use as a weapon
Your crew that you reppin
Really ain’t shit
Just a metaphor
All these niggas screaming gang
Gang when they broke when the rich
It’s the same thing
Ever body can’t do it but just maintain
I done came from bottom
Yeah I’m dirt gang
Sipping points of lean
Pour up more mane
Nah I’m lying
Gotta ride
With a broke chain
Yeah I like my girls thick
But with more brains
Finger poppin in a thot
In and out lanes
Bitch you know that I’m hot
Like propane
Hit me up like pac
With the nose ring
Call the cops
That’s a not
We got good aim
Toss the body in the woods
Now you woodgrain
This is America
We don’t give fuck about yah
Showing love need voucher
In the club you bouncer
We don’t run with announcer
We get bizzy
They gone find yah
Chopped and screwed
With the fonta
Smoking you niggas like some grabba
Do you nigga like to smoke
I got what you need
You need that soap
Follow follow follow follow me yo
I do not play
You buying or no
Ducking pd with scope
Big brocky chain swing on the ropes
Fiends could be your folks
I on give a fuck
Give me your dough
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7. |
ALL IN THE VIDEO'S
02:59
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lyrics coming soon-
Sometimes you gotta be the one that's all in the video
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8. |
SENZU
04:05
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Okay it’s been about 8 year
None of my peers
Helped me up out my depression
All these years
I told the world to suck a dick
Cause
My momma ain’t here
Heavy smoking
Heavy drinking
My mind isn’t there
It’s never nothing personal
Follow me yeah
Screaming out so
Loud
But nobody hear
I told help me with my dreams
They covered their ears
I could never fall asleep so many tears
I could take you down the path of soldier
Hold up
We gone celebrate
Cuz we grown up
Mommy I just wish that could see
Me how I’m so tough
Next year we gone buy a crib
By the ocean
Just so I could see your energy
In the motion
Happy that I see another
Do the most yup
Ricky you gone kill it with the beats
He ready to eat
You fell down
And got up
on your feet they watching you bleed
Nigga stop the bitching
Eat this bean
Your energy weak
You gone have to show em
Everyday they playing with heat
You got kids around
The
World that suffers. Like
Me
All the boys and little girls
That prayers ain’t reach
Hey nigga fuck up out of here
With all that soft shit
Remember when your mommy died
Your aunt dog shit
Let it off up in the broad day
Heart colder
Than a winter that’s in Norway
I keep it pushing
Nothing personal
I kick a verse to you
You probably think it’s biblical
I do what sinners do
We leave them bitches miserable
And scream out medic too
The medicine will get to you
She off her menistryel
Some demon fighting in head
They want me to die
I feel I’m walk-in on the ledge
Don’t push me aside
My energy is fading slow
Just look at my eyes
I paint picture
In a song
You peep the disguise
Hey pussy
Don’t be a fuck nigga
They gone love you gone
Don’t rush nigga
Heyyy
When the odds are against you
Take a second pause eat a senzu
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9. |
RUNNING MAN
02:30
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I JUST WANT TO SEE YOU DO THE RUNNING MAN-
LYRICS COMING SOON
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10. |
Pan
03:01
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Never hating that’s a NO NO
EVERYBODY GANG GANG
TILL
THE SMOKE CLEAR
NOW YOU SEEING BOZO
WHERE YOUR FRIENDS
THEY A NO SHOW
ON THE GRAM DOING THE MOST THOUGH
PETER PAN I GOT A BOAT LOAD
GET IT SHIPPED IN WITH THE LOGO
I’ve been moving like villain lately
Niggas cannot blame me
I’m the goat
Can’t stand bitch niggas
Left me on my own
Daring you too run
Big house with pool
Now I’m in the mood
Tell a hater shut up
Run it up fuck nuggas gone talk shit
Bitch niggas get up off me
I don’t been where it’s dark
Niggas came in and took away the light
Out of food for the night
Call my man he ain’t pick up
So I ran down on his wife
Grimey niggas all around
Try to fuck your bitxh
For the likes
If you want it you could get it
Every morning chasing feddi
Waking up
Cold sweat
Ion wanna dream
Keep seeing freddi
Gun tuck
Get gun butt
When. The funds up
I’ll get petty
Fuck
You
fuck your momma
Everybody
Suck a dick
I ain’t prejudice
No time for waste man
If you waste time
You a peagan
We don’t mind if the chicken spicy
But the fries gotta be Cajun
2 fly for the road
nice guys get the cold
Bitch sold me her soul
I sold it back for the low
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