Bipolar

southsidesilhouette - dØpe [prod. @halloween.m4a]

Produced by Masinandme

(Lyrics)

You my mans, why you counting what I spend
If I die, I can’t be the nigga on the bench
Walkin round with pants that cost a nigga rent
Niggas made of glass, I see it through the tint
Burning hella gas in the room, where the vent
Bitch so bad, walking through with a scent
Traphouse swag, but I’m stepping in a pent
Am who I am, you can keep your two cents

You know shit get real, right
Got some young niggas that real right
Ooh, pouring purple for the feel-right
Huh, and I gotta keep the steel right
I, thought it was fuck how niggas feel, right
Damn, thought you got active in the field, right
Damn, my niggas active in the hills, right
Damn, my niggas snapping, do a drill right

Conversation with my mama, Ima miss y’all
Out of state, I’m doing business with the big dog
Confrontation and the drama got me pissed off
But I’m honest, you can never say I did wrong
Soda pops and baby bottles, that’s the beer pong
And I’m always trying to run my money real long
Really quick to cut a hoe off if it feel wrong
Really quick to have a blowout if I feel wronged
Hit her five times, 
Just like Dwayne Carter
Lose a cop car
In the same Charger
You gone follow on a nigga, Ima take charge
Been the hottest fore I got on niggas’ radar
Shells dropping on his tint like it’s rain water
Hella diamonds on the wrist, it’s a rain drop 
Hella za nigga, no withdrawals
More deposits nigga, no withdrawals

You my mans, why you counting what I spend
If I die, I can’t be the nigga on the bench
Walkin round with pants that cost a nigga rent
Niggas made of glass, I see it through the tint
Burning hella gas in the room, where the vent
Bitch so bad, walking through with a scent
Traphouse swag, but I’m stepping in a pent
Am who I am, you can keep your two cents

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Vadova - 2 Centz

Produced by Gasinmyduffel, Evertime

(Lyrics)
Yeah
Yeah
Tryna get
Yeah, uh, tryna get
Yeah, tryna get
Yeah, tryna get 

Roll so thick, you can’t fold it in half
Two weeks, five states, you do the math
Tuesdays, Thursdays, we can’t even trap
Monday, Friday, I’m in my bag
But
Saturday, Sunday, I ain’t relaxed
Just like a Hyundai, strike me a Scat
Ooh
I’m with that gunplay, shoot with my left
You don’t want gunplay, you can get left

Ooh
I’m on Canal Street
My bitch want some bootleg shit, I can get me some too, but don’t out me, yeah
You niggas so bootleg, what the fuck you would’ve did just without me, yeah
Nigga better not doubt me, yeah
Keep ballin, they fouling, yeah
Young nigga keep styling, yeah
These niggas tryn style me, yeah
And every time a nigga go out the way, these bitches just found me, yeah
Vance High School straight to LA just to rock out the show, it’s astounding, yeah
And these bitches gone peep on the steez, I’m the freshest young nigga in my county, yeah
You a hoe
Come round this way, man, these niggas know that it’s a bounty, yeah
When I was broke
Niggas ain’t see no potential, they might as well clown me, yeah
I don’t even think you want smoke
G19 and them Draco holders, they around me, yeah
I don’t even think yo ass know
392 growl, I like the way that it’s sounding, yeah
I don’t even think yo ass know
Maybach GLS 600 and dat bitch bouncing, yeah
Cant get this shit in the store
Me and my niggas won’t ever be rocking the same shit, woah
And everywhere that I go
Knowing my name in this bitch, so a young nigga sanctioned, woah
No special treatment for hoes
Ion give no fuck, man yo hoe cannot get in this section, woah
If you want, call me sexist, woah

What
Tryna get,
Tryna get loaded, yeah, ooh
Tryna be goated, yeah, ooh, yeah
Young nigga don’t go there, yeah, what, damn
Think I got a show there, what, ooh
Shoot me a floater
Za scent odor
Young nigga got older
Still,
Ain’t cry on no shoulder

Roll so thick, you can’t fold it in half
Two weeks, five states, you do the math
Tuesdays, Thursdays, we can’t even trap
Monday, Friday, I’m in my bag
But
Saturday, Sunday, I ain’t relaxed
Just like a Hyundai, strike me a Scat
Ooh
I’m with that gunplay, shoot with my left
You don’t want gunplay, you can get-

Vadova - Loaded

Produced by Barkonten + Others

(Lyrics)

Yeah 
Ooh
Ooh
Yeah

Ooh, flying through the galaxy
015, Had that Samsung Galaxy 
Ion know why these niggas be mad at me 
Uh, yeah, hold on
Know these niggas ain havin more swag than me 
Ooh, scrolling through my gallery
(Damn hold up what)
Damn, my old hoe don’t even fuck with me 
Bae you know these niggas got nothing on me
Bae you know these niggas can’t stunt on me…
Ooh
Labels hit my phone, email full with contracts 
Smoke on chin chin chong, walk by me, catch a contact 
Young nigga keep going, keep on making that content 
Hop on that jet, I flown 
I’m on a whole nother continent 

Damn
Cracking this foreign ass hoe, remember she used to be abstinent
Hang with a foreign ass hoe, remember that hoe got an accent 
Cheap tickets on the bows, just like you watching the Cavs play 
Uh, probably like ten or more, blunts in the Supreme ashtray
Ooh, yeah 
Just call me Babywav, been that shit since a neonate
I’m counting real pape, nigga I’m counting real pape
I’m with the whole gang, nigga we got a show today 
This shit is no game, nigga I’m in my flow state 
Ooh
I took it as far as I could take it 
I’m spending this shit, it’s not sacred 
Damn, my life like a foreign exchange kid 
I promise that it ain’t no changing
If you want you can stay on that side but just stand on that shit, I ain’t doing no saving 
I know these bitches be fanning; they still cannot stand me, they know they not doing no paying
I, fucked up my fit
I, spilt some damn lean on my Vans 
I, ashed the damn blunt on my pants 
You, spill my damn cup then it’s hands
I feel like Smurk in this bitch, free Lil Durk in this bitch, do this shit just for only the fam 
This shit not worth it, I’m working my blam 
I bought a purse for this bitch and it cost your advance

Ooh, flying through the galaxy
015, Had that Samsung Galaxy 
Yeah, uh
Ion know why these niggas be mad at me 
Uh, yeah, hold on
Know these niggas ain havin more swag than me 
Ooh, scrolling through my gallery
(Damn hold up what)
Damn, my old hoe don’t even fuck with me 
Bae you know these niggas got nothing on me
Bae you know these niggas can’t stunt on me…

Vadova - Contractz

Produced by Cade, Nova, & Dreamz

(Lyrics)

Ooh, 
Trap out the fucking returns department
I ain’t wanna work in insurance department
Walk in this bitch and I turn up the party
And I got stick in the glove compartment 
Still kind of sick off them drugs I started
Think I got sick off your love, that’s karma
Ion wanna talk about blunts, just spark it
I wanna fuck up my lungs, I spark it
Look on her face when I stunt, astonished
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Walk in the party, they ask if I got it
Know that I got what you want, I’m on it
Seeing some swag in the store, I want it
Ion care if they selling both, I bought it

I don’t care
If I’m driving or walking or flying there
Give a fuck what you need, baby I’m there
I ain’t playing bout cheese, hope it’s all there
Put me on any team, bitch I ball there
You can lean on me just like an arm chair
And my steez like sous vide, yeah I like it rare
Ooh, why you said move out the city, I like it here
Why you keep calling that bitch when she like it here
These niggas stuck at the bottom, they like it there
Point to my collar, my jeweler gone ice it there
Roll up a blunt standing up, and I light it there
Whip having bucket seats, whip having fighter chairs
These hoes not talking bout shit, I don’t care
Oh you not talking about chicken, then I don’t care
Paper and Grabba or Looseleaf, man I don’t care
You hit the za, you might fold like a lawn chair

I’m tryna run up these funds
Hop on a PJ, a young nigga done with charter
Horsepower, we got a bunch
I-85 to the A, I ain’t never took Marta
Ooh, do it today and you done 
That’s step 1, of living like it’s no tomorrow 
I don’t care if you the plug
If you my mans and fell on your ass, you can borrow
Yeah that’s my girl I adore her
Fuck that Pandora, gettin her Tiffany charms
Damn this hoe hard to ignore, smell like Sephora, and she got ink on her arms
Versace Jeans Couture, tryn go on tour, and show off the drip that I rock
I do this shit for the 4, having galore
I can’t even trip on no opps

Ooh, 
Trap out the fucking returns department
I ain’t wanna work in insurance department
Still kind of sick off them drugs I started
Think I got sick off your love, that’s karma
Ion wanna talk about blunts, just spark it
I wanna fuck up my lungs, I spark it
Hope they don’t look in the glove compartment
Walk in this bitch and I turn up the party
Look on her face when I stunt, astonished
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Walk in the party they like, who got it
All of this za what you like, I got it
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Count it up, I need to touch the profit

Vadova - Spark It

Produced by Malachi

(Lyrics)
Okay 
Pick that exotic shit straight off the shelf
Whip too exotic, got whistles and bells
Cups with no coffee leave prints on the scale
And I’m so confident, walk in Chanel
Zotty my body, you probably gone smell it
I know they salty, I’m giving them hell
Playstation parties to top of hotels
Hoes in the lobby, they ringing the bell
Okay
Knew I would always excel
Okay
Knew I been keeping it real
Way fore the chains and the whips, worked the field
Way more than flavors, I’m having them seals
Play with the paper, just stack it, it’s here
Made to be brave, I’m attacking my fears
Came to be great, and I’m lapping my peers
Came to LA, man this rapping shit serious

I fuck with my Migos, I fuck with my homies, I fuck with my shorties, I
I fuck with the custies, I fuck with the junkies, I fuck with you on the za
If you sayin fuck me, then I’m saying fuck you,
I said that a million times 
I turnt up these niggas and turnt up these bitches,
I can’t let you turn me down
I’ll stunt on you, nigga, and stunt on you bitches, you ain’t gettin no warning now
I stunt on these niggas and stunt on these bitches, and they gettin horny now
A nigga came up on the Northside, flexing by UNC-49
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth, and then I went Balenci 45
I fuck with my Migos, I fuck with my homies, I fuck with my shorties, I
I fuck with the custies, I fuck with the junkies, I fuck with you on the za
If you sayin fuck me, then I’m saying fuck you,
I said that a million times 
I turnt up these niggas and turnt up these bitches,
I ca-

Okay 
Pick that exotic shit straight off the shelf
Whip too exotic, got whistles and bells
Cups with no coffee leave prints on the scale
And I’m so confident, walk in Chanel
Zotty my body, you probably gone smell it
I know they salty, I’m giving them hell
Playstation parties to top of hotels
Hoes in the lobby, they ringing the-
Okay
Knew I would always excel
Okay
Knew I been keeping it real
Way fore the chains and the whips, worked the field
Way more than flavors, I’m having them seals
Play with the paper, just stack it, it’s here
Made to be brave, I’m attacking my fears
Came to be great, and I’m lapping my peers
Came to LA, man this rapping shit serious

Vadova - Turntup.mp3

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