Kanye West - White Dress

Produced by alexcozis

Yeah she acts like a princess
But she looks like Barbie
And she smokes like a Marley

I hope that she calls me
But I know she ain't for me
That's what everybody told me
But I don't care

She's a gamble, well I guess I like to dare

We could be a pear

Even though she bit the apple

Supermodel up in Paris, I can see her catwalk
Money in her purse while we on the plane to Basel
I said F the rules, we not sticking to the manual
Pouring up the Daniel
Filling up her wrist with granules

I know that they see us
And they hate it
So I made this song just for their playlist
They don't see her true colours, they're like a racist
They don't know she's special and everybody basic

I just wanna hold your hand
They can take their photos
I know that they secretly got FOMO

Louis V and POLO
I'll buy it for you
I'm a busy guy but I'll make time for you

Yeah she acts like a princess
But she looks like Barbie
And she smokes like a Marley

I hope that she calls me
But I know she ain't for me
That's what everybody told me
But I don't care

Princess

Diamond Stitching

made this irl w/ the bros before the show 
@1crusafix @7akkiro @cruseyyyy prod @51five

@cld
Three blunts two pills I'm thrown
Black truck in the whip I'm gone
You ain't like my shit, you can suck my dick, you ain't gettin back into the show
White bitch in the back off snow
Drop track with the bros and we goin up
Too much in my cup now I'm throwin up
Took two more now I'm flyin, I'm floatin to the sky
Three AM and we fried, yeah
Too much imma die
Four hop in the ride, yeah

And I been in my zone like a TD
Come get yo bitch, yeah she needy
Pull over in the whip yeah she knee deep
5 tint on the window you can't see me, yeah

@1crusafix
My dick way too hard
Codeine love, I need some bars
Want a feat you gettin charged
Uh, boy you not runnin far
Bitch you should back up
Count up my money, got stacks up
I'm with the bros in the H and we gassed up
Movin too fast lil bitch you can't catch up
You tryna be with the bros you get packed up
I'm in the mall and I'm coppin like mad stuff
Smokin this gas, I told em to match us
I got a glock and it's under my mattress

First started, had no patience
Now I'm movin out the basement
I'm on the top floor, it's amazing
I got so much money that I'm makin
I got so much money that I'm thumbin through
Dumb bitch yeah I'm done with you
BNB posted with the troops
Talkin shit like what you finna do

@7akkiro
I'm in the BNB smoking on THC I just be smoking on strong
I got like too much gas on me so ISTG that I'm gone
I don't know, I still don't get it
Brodie be running with sticks like it's quidditch
You know we kicking this shit like it's soccer
Ain't nothing stopping til this shit get finished

I just be doin by best, I ain't doin no stress, I be puffin that bitch til it's gone
Lovin my bitch, but I tell her I block her if she tryin go do me wrong
New GLE and it got no rims
Telling my bros that we all gone win
Free all my dogs locked up in the pen
I pray to God cause I know I won't sin, ay

@cruseyyyy
My heart really not in it, yeah
Told that hoe I need a minute
We got no gas so the plug pay a visit, yeah
My squad really get spinnin
Yeah I got drank spilled all on my linen
Gas in the whip but the windows tinted, yeah

I'm done
Yeah I got gas in my lungs
I don't really go outside
Go ahead tell me what you want, yeah
So done
I don't really know no one
I just be focused on counting my funds
I crack the seal I got drank in my cup, yeah

@cld
Now they call me C D I ain't takin no L's
Prayin to God that I won't go to hell
When I'm kissin your bitch I tell her I won't tell
Cats in the whip so I'll go back and sell
Hittin that beat, no I know I can't sell
30 round drums in the trunk if you want em
Ricky, Balencie, we poppin out stuntin
Up 24 hours my drank got me buzzing
ID'd in the club I told em I'm McLovin
Got glasses on curly hair look like I'm Rogen
Pockets all Flexed up they look like Joe Rogan
Talkin that shit but I know that they trollin

Rappin til there ain't no beat left
You ain't tryna get right, you can be left
And my glasses off so I see less
Tryna say you got racks, know it's pretend
You ain't know me, that's a false pretense
Only hunnids in my wallet you can keep 10s
Got brothers on my side, I ain't need friends
Man you goin out sad, off the deep end

Three blunts two pills I'm thrown
Black truck in the whip I'm gone
You ain't like my shit, you can suck my dick, you ain't gettin back into the show
White bitch in the back off snow
Drop track with the bros and we goin up
Too much in my cup now I'm throwin up
Took two more now I'm flyin, I'm floatin to the sky
Three AM and we fried, yeah
Too much imma die
Four hop in the ride, yeah

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deep end w/ crusafix akkiro crusey

Father Darkside 2

Anna Nicole (In Vogue) (feat. UnoTheActivist)

First Night

yea ohhh
yea yea had to let you go
yea uh uh yea yea ohhh
yea yea
yea okay lets go

yea let you go
had to let you go its for the better though
yea i act like i dont want you but i need you though
yea when your voice fills my mind it makes me comfortable
yea ohhh

yea movin slow
bitch i lost my mind so i been moving slow
yeaaa just a matter of time until i sell out shows
yea then ima look back at you like i told you so
yea okay lets go

yea coast to coast
man ill be on that plane flying coast to coast
yea stars up in the wraith back seat of the rolls
yea diamonds on a chain til its fucking froze 
lookin way too cold

yea way too cold
how she look me in my eyes just to kill me slow
yea and that bitch my demise i still love her though
yea and she was just my type so thats my favourite hoe
wish she would hit my phone

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yea uh yea
in my mind its madness
swear that shit it fucked me up way too much traumatic
want it ima have it notes tied up with elastic 
swear i do not give a fuck like no i am not average
think she fake like plastic
see through her like glasses
know that she cant stand it im toxic yeah bad habit
uh uh yeah knew that this would happen
uh uh yeah attract her like a magnet
lost in my own house lately ive been feeling like im found
my head up in the clouds i had to come right back down to the ground
know you fuck with these sounds 
know you wonder where im at when im not around
i know that they doubt so dont hit me up when im countin pounds
not the type to flex but all im boutta do is run up cheques
that bitch want the sex but i just told her bitch give me the neck
put the love to rest like i just cut her off just with a text
nah i cant express nah i cant confess i just wish the best

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yea let you go
had to let you go its for the better though
yea i act like i dont want you but i need you though
yea when your voice fills my mind it makes me comfortable
yea ohhh

yea movin slow
bitch i lost my mind so i been moving slow
yeaaa just a matter of time until i sell out shows
yea then ima look back at you like i told you so
yea okay lets go

yea coast to coast
man ill be on that plane flying coast to coast
yea stars up in the wraith back seat of the rolls
yea diamonds on a chain til its fucking froze 
lookin way too cold

yea way too cold
how she look me in my eyes just to kill me slow
yea and that bitch my demise i still love her though
yea and she was just my type so thats my favourite hoe
wish she would hit my phone

Favourite Hoe

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