JIT!!

[Lyrics]
Uh huh 
I been gettin to these digits all day
Ice make her cream just like sorbet
I been eating good I ain't talkin gourmet
If you ain't gon be no help just get out my way
Show got cancelled I had a bad day
Stressed out my mind but I swear I'm okay

If you really love me leave me
I could show you the world like Aladdin
I could grant every damn wish like a genie
I don't know why your ex man bragging
He ain't got bank & his pockets look teeny
Walked in the party; we locked eyes and you still gon lie and say you ain't see me 
Damn well I guess you don't really need me
Me & grat chillin in the highrise posted with five guys if you want beef
If you want smoke we got pounds, if it go BANG BANG we ain't cheefin on keif/keef
Everyday payday I don't get vacay but I wanna go Tenerife
Ice on my neck and my wrist and my fist but I'm still tryna ice my teeth
And it is what it is, was what it was, I ain't even trippin
Just got word that my ex hoe stepped in the shubz so you know that I'm dippin
New sneaky link tryna have my drink baby you don't wanna know what I'm sippin
If you hand me a band imma give back 2 so you know I give the bands back flippin

Uh huh 
I been gettin to these digits all day
Ice make her cream just like sorbet
I been eating good I ain't talkin gourmet
If you ain't gon be no help just get out my way
Show got cancelled I had a bad day
Stressed out my mind but I swear I'm okay

Uh huh 
I been gettin to these digits all day
Ice make her cream just like sorbet
I been eating good I ain't talkin gourmet
If you ain't gon be no help just get out my way
Show got cancelled I had a bad day
Stressed out my mind but I swear I'm okay

...

SHOW GOT CANCELLED LOL

how fly

+*•Höw•Fłÿ¿?•*+ {pröd. dos4vr}

Whole gang ballin like it’s black top baby 
That h*e see the fit now she want back shots damn 
Feelin like lobo b***h I’m the main man 
Smoke me a splif b***h I’m the main man 

Skinny but make sure my pockets on terry 
Like ferb but I made sure my pockets on Perry 
Make my h**s keep a couple blades scary terry 
B***h my money brolic that s*** like Larry 
Sorry I’m married to bucks I’m married 
F**k the money up 
Got it pregnant s**t scary 
B***h the name billy give no f**k anyway 
Choppin off the ceiling chop it up decapitate
Main man 
main man 
main man yea 
Main man 
Main man 
main man yea 
B***h flexible like she got Pom Poms yea 
And she lovin how we ballin like blacktop yea

main man (prod.blickyhomeboy)

s/o my auntie xlooooo! 🤍 the koolest mf i met ever since 2021 frfr , y’all go fuxk wit her music too @XLOVCLO

PDThugN! ft. XLOVCLO - BeMyBae! (Prod. PD!)

produced by kisa
featuring saive
hosted by proxan

lyrics:
Countin' that bread, getting to the racks
Getting to the K,
Fucking on that hoe, No she not my bae
Yeah, all of my niggas they be in the A
Yeah, that boy sippin' on some fent

Yeah, he going crazy, man, they got me bent
Walk up in the spot, man, I'm countin' cash
Getting to the bag, countin' up then racks
Can't hit that hoe, she don't got no ass

Get to the bag, man, I'm countin' cash
Catch that boy, it's going to be the end
Call up my bruda, you know he going to spin
Change the flow just like Ben 10

Run up on me, bullets hittin' yo head
I heard he not in my rank, I took a Percocet pill, Ima faint
Walk in that hoe, and I'm smoking on (What)

Walk in that hoe, and I'm smoking on dank
Run up on me, you know you (Stuck)
I got some bands and they be in that bank
Run up on me, you get hit in the head

I got this money, might count up this bread
Uh, yeah, I got that chill
All of my brothers, they got em a mill
Run up on me, yeah, blood get spilled

I don't give a fuck bout how you feel
Uh, nigga, you run up you die
I got my bruda, put you in the sky
Run up on me, you got sent to Allah

I'm with my bruda, we roll up some pot
I'm with my bruda, he rollin' up pot
Sipping on wock, I got a chop
Boy, you a hoe

Don't want your hoe
That little bitch too chopped
Yeah
Put a percs all up in my drank

Yeah I'm finna crash
I'ma do the dash
I'ma do the dash
Counting up, bread

Counting up cash
That lil' hoe, she bad
She can give me head
She can give me face

Poppin' percs, All to my face
12am finna' fuck up the place
Choppa bullet, it's going your way

Choppa bullet gon' come out the K
I'm with saive, count a hundred K
Count a hundred bands
Yeah, I got the racks

Yeah, countin' up racks
Thumbing through the racks
Cardiac arrest
Got a Cartier right on my wrist

Got a Cullinan right on my wrist
That bitch bad, Yeah I'm finna (Nut)
That bitch bad, Feel it in her gut

That bitch bad
Got a big ol' butt
Poppin' percs, now that nigga stuck

chopped ft. saive [hosted by PROXAN]

artist: @eternalvail
mixd by: @cl0udyradio
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