Name: Creepin Ft Jax.son by WINTRSS!
Duration: 3 min 28 s
Description: go fw my guy jax.son https://soundcloud.com/lil-jaxo-637270383

turn the party up

Worst Day (Prod. ArtistTheProducer)

Lyrics :

Million dollar man, wit a million dollar plan, fucc you bustas, I don’t love ya, I uh kill you where you stand... 

Mane I’m finna body shit, bank gimme deposit slips, wit da C’s like Roddy Ricch, da industry cain’t stop lil Nicc 

On da phone wit Astro doe, we talkin bout a lotta guap, I’m hotta den Tabasco ho, so hold ya own P call em out 

Half um fake and half um lame, ya prolly signed an affidavit, y’all Goliath, but I’m David, baby cuz my shit so wavy 

Overseas, currency, comin in, it’s Solja Slim, bitch I’m on a mission ta get richa and you over wit 

Hoes so sicc, dey cain’t see, KC’s be wit MVP, hades come wit death and shit, so someone call da Reverend 

Blessed bitch, still “I Am”, I keep colors, Toucan Sam, undercover brothers tryna touch um, what da fucc lil man 

No saran, wrap it up, beat ha like a charge lil bruh, prolific like da Carter bruh, so who you think be callin us...? 

Memphis Ten, took it over, go in fa my fuccin soljas, chillin in our penny loafas, kill em cuh dey shit so bogus 

I don’t need ya, naw fa what? I’m still illin in da cut, don’t do powder, don’t smoke blunts, world is ours, Scarface bruh 

Parlay bruh, Fanduel, can ya let da man choose, I don’t got no damn jewels, still eat ya like it’s Hannibal 

Tangible, infallible, and P be da Most Valuable, it’s courtesy America, cain’t nobody compare ta us 

Gangstas on you bitches, let me find out you was snitchin... Paper on you bitches, let me find out you was missin... 

Damn, what happened, da Don was just here rappin, ain’t I make dat shit out magick, ain’t I say dat shit was tragic 

In a mansion na... and I’m branchin out... P so sicc wit all dis shit cuh I be spazzin out... 

It’s some ana na... It’s some hammers na... I uh go to War bout diss so fucc ya camera nah 

Million dolla mane...

Million Dollar Man (Rho's World 2) [2023] Prod. By Rho The Producer

Money To Burn

Lyrics:
Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya cold up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the 'dro up, my cup Mo'ed up
Bitch, don't just stand there with your nose up
C'mon, wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Ha
Wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?)
Wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Ha
Wamp, wamp, what it do?

No hotter, flow dropper since Poppa
You penny-ante niggas, see, I know copper
Left the game on a high note, flow opera
Pusha still got them keys, I can unlock ya
See that watch on the sleeve? Call it "show-stopper"
Nigga ball around the world, call me globe trotter
Trick dollar, ask what I feel? Nada
Give a bitch yellow fever, all these gold bottles
And late models, I lean throttles
Roof back with the coupe black, player think he need goggles
Look mama, ami, fly papa
Strictly Bathing Ape, Ice Cream and BBC rocker, yugh!
So proper, hammer time, gun cocker
Top shotta, me hesitate none, pop ya
Eggshell on the scale for my snow coppers
Don't ask what I sell, shit, I'm Bet' Crocker

Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya cold up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the 'dro up, my cup Mo'ed up
Bitch don't just stand there with your nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Ha
Wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?)
Wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Ha
Wamp, wamp, what it do?

Uh, mirror, mirror, who's the fairest?
Tricked a buck 50 on that horse and carriage
Must admit, nothing like these carats
Them hoes holla back just like they parrots
Down to the watches, alligator strap
Six different time zones, I don't set her back
17 a brick, yeah, run and tell 'em that
I got the wamp, wamp, when I move it, it's still damp
Mildew-ish when I heat it, it turn bluish
It cools to a tight wad, the Pyrex is Jewish
I get paper, it seems I get foolish
Take it to Jacob and play "Which hue's the bluest?"
We ain't browsing, luxurious housing
Pull up so mean with the angel bowing
Or with the emblem bearing the stallion
European custom, the leather's Italian

Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya cold up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the 'dro up, my cup Mo'ed up
Bitch don't just stand there with your nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Ha
Wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?)
Wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Ha
Wamp, wamp, what it do?

Yugh! So much glamour, that I can't stand the
Bright from the ice, the chain xenon lamp ya
Impression in ya mind like a freeze-frame camera
The white tape tight like ya seen on Pampers
What's under the couch probably freeze up Santa
Whatever it cost, baby, we got answers
Line outside full of Jo-Jo Dancers
"We Got it for Cheap," that's the Re-Up anthem
By far the coldest, '06 Lotus
Zero to 60, "hocus-pocus"
The feds don't know so they stick they noses
While we off the coast, proposing toastes
Hoes and more shit, the family close-knit
And deep like the Hutu, you cockroaches
Just like the flow, the fours ferocious
I tuck you in, homie, "Buenos noches"

Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya cold up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the 'dro up, my cup Mo'ed up
Bitch, don't just stand there with your nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Ha
Wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?)
Wamp, wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Ha
Wamp, wamp, what it do?

℗ 2023 amillo, published under Audiomatic
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Struggle ft. Dopeboy ju

I feel like i was chosen, to put words into motion 
I feel like i was chosen, to push the lords notion

I'm a sad lover boy, my past i exploit
I'm a sad lover boy, boy, boy, boy 
Boy I'm a 

I'm a Pop Star with a drug addiction 
I'mma rock hard fuck your prescription 
Yah i'll drop bars if i hear you dissin' 
Yah i got a fast car we can go the distance 

I'm a sad lover boy, my past i exploit
I don't ride with a convoy
I'll die high with a pretty girl of my choice

And there is only one on my mind, her face keeps me up in the night time 
So i get drunk write a rhyme all about her eyes, i'mma get crunk sing a song trynna make her mine
If i said that i love you, if i said marry me would you?
Say i do and we would cruise, all around the world singin' happy tunes 

(happy tunes, happy tunes, happy tunes, happy tunes, happy tunes, happy tunes, happy tunes)
Cause boy I'm a

I'm a Pop Star with a drug addiction 
I'mma rock hard fuck your prescription 
Yah i'll drop bars if i hear you dissin' 
Yah i got a fast car we can go the distance 

I'm a sad lover boy, my past i exploit
I don't ride with a convoy
I'll die high with a pretty girl of my choice

And there is only one on my mind, her face keeps me up in the night time 
So i get drunk write a rhyme trynna make her mine
(oh i fucked that up, keep that)

Creepin Ft Jax.son

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