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1/4 BIMBOS , Brittany Hendrx with a newly classic hit. Embarking on a new romantical romance, Brittany tells a story of her capturing her true 'feelings'.

feelings

After recent events have left Shannon KICKED from her girl gang 'Venus Fly Traps' she reached a point of no return. 

With only her pink G-Wagon, dog fresh out of rehab, and a purse full of ambition and regret, Shannon was determined to find her way back into her gang once again.

Little did she know, Zoey herself was living with her own regret. What will the end result be when their two paths cross again after so much strain?

Shannon Gucci - BRING ME BACK (with Zoey Marie)

After heartbreak, Brittany Hendrx knows she WILL bounce back.

bounce back - Brittany Hendrx
mixed & mastered by: @niko-rain

[LYRICS]

Baby you know I'll bounce back
Hit and run that's how you attacked
You once were my attract
Now you mean nothing, thats a fact

You got me feining boy feining boy
You took advantage of me and destroyed
My confidence I had, that I had
You switched up on me that it
hurt me so bad

You hurt me so bad
(You make me fein for you)

You got me feining boy feining boy
You took advantage of me and destroyed
My confidence I had, that I had
You switched up on me that it
hurt me so bad

Baby you know I'll bounce back
You once were my attract
Hit and run that's how you attacked
You hurt me so bad

Baby you know I'll bounce back

I put myself in all of these situations
Maybe that wasnt supposed to be our relation
I gotta find my way back all alone
Missing your kisses through my phone
A guy like you, I should've known

Baby you know I'll bounce back

bounce back

Co-written by Chance Connor
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Yo
Puff puff, pass (Uh)
Smoking that dope, filling up the gas (Uh)
Excuse me, I'm coming through (Uh)
Y2K baddie, throw you bitches off roofs (Yah)
Ladidadida, chica soy linda
Juicy Couture, exported from India
Viva la vida, loco un poco
That's just my genesis
I'm in love with the coco
Have you ever seen a bad-baddie like me?
I don't think so
Sound exotic, look aerotic (Ah)
Too cheeked up, my jeans won't even fit (No)
Go-got that peach body, D the size of my tits

Damn, Cees
Don't mind that I'm lit (Don't mind me)
We getting live, guess it's time that I remind them I'm him
Got the Patek on wrist, blick the side of the hip
She getting turned on safe to say we liking the drip
Ladi dadi, ladi to the dadi dee
All about my dollar, it's common sense to come outta me (True)
Exes want attention, it's obvi I'm a commodity
It's Valentine, Cees, the Dalla sign dynasty (Talk to 'em)
Stop talking I'm back and stop with the back talk
Mask off, cats out the bag and you're getting ragdolled
Give 'em a minimum dose
When I get it, and hit it and go
I be the killa
I feel like a villain
And I gotta feeling that I'm about to blow, like

Yo, puff pass
Smoking that dope, filling up the gas
Excuse me, I'm coming through
Y2K baddie, throw you bitches off roofs
Ice cream, flavour vanilla
Tropical, Manila
Il mio iPhone sempre squilla
Lui vuole la sua bimba

Aye, Dalla sign on ya headtop
Made my mark, ain't no social media where I don't pop
I'm making milli's just by posting pictures of my back
Call me a slut, you don't have to cut some slack
Trendsetter (Setter)
V is the letter (Letter)
First female rap nom, what's the matter? (What is it)
Sit down heffa, with your cheap ass sweater (Ew)
I see them holes from far away, giving home shelter (Pow)
Look, I'm not done with these hoes
Jeans too tight, got 'em shitting I'm the goat
Get a knife and cut their throats (Ah)
Shoot up the party, like we in grove (Hahaha)

Yo, puff pass
Smoking that dope, filling up the gas (Pump it up)
Excuse me, I'm coming through (Skrrt)
Y2K baddie, throw you bitches off roofs (Barr)
Ice cream, flavour vanilla
Tropical, Manila
Il mio iPhone sempre squilla
Lui vuole la sua bimba

Puff Pass (feat. Chance Connor)

mixing: @niko-rain

LYRICS

Tell me the things you wanna do
Waiting outside, pull up in the coupe
Hand on my thigh
You're on my mind
You're all I want
Just gimme some
Tell me the things you wanna do
Waiting outside, pull up in the coupe
Hand on my thigh
You're on my mind
You're all I want
Just gimme some

Drop hints if you wanna get with me
Short miniskirt, put your hands on me
Me and you boy, you're my company
A bitch like me, you can't get easy
Drop top riding, keep me still
My man don't play
He shoots to kill
I'm still Miss Brat
He can cop a feel
Checking me out
From my hair to my heels
Do you wanna pay the tax?
Boy I want you
I don't care about the cash
Fly me out
On your jet, so fast
In your lambo
Foot on the gas

Nightclub lights
Restless nights
He likes it when I give him a fight
My clothes so tight
Body right
Don't you wanna stay the night?

Tell me the things you wanna do
Waiting outside, pull up in the coupe
Hand on my thigh
You're on my mind
You're all I want
Just gimme some
Tell me the things you wanna do
Waiting outside, pull up in the coupe
Hand on my thigh
You're on my mind
You're all I want
Just gimme some

Don't wanna be friends
I'm your ten
Time flies with you
Doesn't feel spent
With you, it's not a waste
You like how my clothes
Hug my little waist
You got my number
Call me over
Be my lover
Want your hands all over
These other bitches
They some loners
Make it go fast
In your roadster
Tell me the things you wanna do
Make it quick, might miss your cue
It's a one night stay
You don't gotta pay
In your arms I wanna stay

On My Mind

SUPERNOVA

On this bass heavy gritty electronic track, Paris sends shots to all the people who are fans disguised as haters, those who truly secretly want her life.

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