WARREADYWARSTEADY

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HOLD A DRUM

(produced by riplucky)
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Lyrics:
Tell me how I get this money
Bad hoe, tryna suck up go dummy 
Niggas suck, ain't nothing funny
Black out, black out, ain't no runnin'
New Gen 5 my shooter clutching
Oxy codeine, fill my st-. 
Choppa a pedophile, bitch, tryna touch him
Twin up three hats, Ion' do bluffin'
Know I'm top one, bitch, I run this
Real deal swag, bitch, ain't no fronting

Bitch, I might just dunk like LeBron in this shit
I'm tryna dunk, give a fuck bout the rim 
I'm too up, give a fuck bout a bitch
Duck your head, bitch, it's shoot or get hit
Duck your head, tryna hit all his limbs
Gen 5 bitch, tryna get split
I don't work out bitch, my pockets not thin
Stay with my slime, know that's my kin
You not my brother, don't call me yo twin
You get no money, don't call me yo twin
Overly going, gon' fuck on this bitch
Fuck all the high-rise skrt in a benz
Niggas so see-through, nigga, I see you
Niggas switch up when they see a lil band
I'm in the trap and I'm rocking evisu
I'm in the trap with my motherfuckin' mans

Bad bitch, beat shit up
762, tryna eat niggas up
I'm so high, niggas seeing stuff
You want that motherfucking feat, nigga, pay up
Too many hoes, Bitches call me a player
I could just score on that bitch like a layup 
Nigga facade, it's cap it's made up
Broke-ass bitch, boy, go get your pape up
I might just slide on his bitch, tryna lay up
I made a hunnid bands off of the wakeup
If fuckboys got a problem, then say something
If fuckboys got a problem, then K up

Tell me how I get this money
Bad hoe, tryna suck up go dummy
Niggas suck, ain't nothing funny
Black out, black out, ain't no runnin'
New Gen 5 my shooter clutching
Oxy codeine, fill my st-
Choppa a pedophile, bitch, tryna touch him
Twin up three hats, Ion' do bluffin'
Know I'm top one, bitch, I run this
Real deal swag, bitch, ain't no fronting

Bitch, I might just dunk like LeBron in this shit
I'm tryna dunk, give a fuck bout the rim
I'm too up, give a fuck bout a bitch
Duck your head, bitch, it's shoot or get hit
Duck your head, tryna hit all his limbs
Gen 5 bitch, tryna get split
I don't work out bitch, my pockets not thin
Stay with my slime, know that's my kin

TELLME (ALL PLATS)

high on life @thatboyburke

writing by : @evaywth
produced by : @immnotchaos + @evaywth

Jaded

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Lyrics:
Rocking all black, Boolin in Gotham 
Couple h*es they blow up my jack, Got so much options 
Have my shooter come for yo neck, Come for you noggin 
She say I’m the only one lil b*tch I know u got some options
Well I got options too so b*tch it ain’t no problem 
Gotta run the money up that money keep on pieling 
Told that b*tch I gotta go that money keep on calling
Money blow my phone 
I told pop to T me up
Why yo h*e just hit me up
She said she just wanna f*ck and she said garments pick me up 
Yeah, I know sum n*ggas want my head I keep that semi tucked
Got to many options
To many options
So much h*e’s don’t know who to choose got to many options
I don’t know what car I should choose, what car I should drive yea
I don’t know what shoes I should choose, got so many options 

Yeah, my dawg told me to Ballout
You know I put that shit on feel like Babi Ballout
I-if I call my dawg up he’ll get you gone yeah
I done smoked a f*cking pound now im feeling gone yeah
I can’t feel my f*cking lungs body feeling numb yeah
In the stu I’m cooking up b*tch I’m in my zone yeah 
So much h*es that’s on my body I don’t got enough of em
So much hunnids in my pockets I don’t got enough of em

It’s so much h*es inside the truck can’t fit inside the cyber truck
I’m boolin with my dawgs wsp I told my boy pop T me up
This lil h*e wanna f*ck with us I told that lil h*e suck it up 
Me and pop go so much h*es I swear we got to many sluts 
and we pull up fly as f*ck black truck I swear they eat us up
Damn this black truck big as f*ck, it’s 5 percent it’s tinted up
All these h*es wanna come with us
I said they all can’t come with us
So many who should I choose
I might just say f*ck it and say wsp (might say wsp to all these h*es)

Rocking all black, Boolin in Gotham 
Couple h*es they blow up my jack, Got so much options 
Have my shooter come for yo neck, Come for you noggin 
She say I’m the only one lil b*tch I know u got some options
Well I got options too so b*tch it ain’t no problem 
Gotta run the money up that money keep on pieling 
Told that b*tch I gotta go that money keep on calling
Money blow my phone 
I told pop to T me up
Why yo h*e just hit me up
She said she just wanna f*ck and she said garments pick me up 
Yeah, I know sum n*ggas want my head I keep that semi tucked
Got to many options
To many options
So much h*e’s don’t know who to choose got to many options
I don’t know what car I should choose, what car I should drive yea
I don’t know what shoes I should choose, got so many options

messy

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