rude prod. benjicold

[CHORUS] - CAVIER
baby girl you so fine
you is divine
and i spend every moment thinkin bout u in the night
dont play with me, and ill hang wit you eternity
never stop, gon praise all of you religously 

baby girl you so fine
you is divine

baby you gettin me right
your mind a delight

you shine like a light
you makin me blind

cant believe im really out wit you
baby you really is mine x2

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[VERSE 1] - VLXDNEM
baby girl you so fine
you so divine

you one of a kind, i want you all night
u gotta be mine

baby im sippin dat sprite, its all in my cup
im tryna get up

baby i cant give you up, its all about trust
or is it bout lust?

love got me blind
you love got me blind

feel like, im wasting my time
yuh, im wasting my time

uh chasing u , js tryna make u comfortable
dont say no , 1 chance, jus dont say no

i cant go, no way, i cannot go
so low low, so low, i feel so low

without you baby
please be my lady

somebody save me
 driving me crazy
driving me crazy
some body save me
without you baby
please be my lady
please be my lady
some body save me
without you baby
without cha 
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[CHORUS] - CAVIER & 𝘝𝘓𝘟𝘋𝘕𝘌𝘔
baby girl you so fine
you is divine
and i spend every moment thinkin bout u in the night
dont play with me, and ill hang wit you eternity
never stop, gon praise all of you religously 

baby girl you so fine  [𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦]
you is divine 

baby you gettin me right [𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵]
your mind a delight

[𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵]

you shine like a light
you makin me blind

[𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥]

cant believe im really out wit you
baby you really is mine 
[𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦]
baby you really is mine

[𝘷𝘭𝘹𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴]

MINE. ft. vlxdnem [prod. twin9s x santytg]

use me (prod me)

candy (prod me)

HAHA PROD. REXV2 MAAJINS

[Intro]
(What they talm bout? What they talm bout?)
I— I only fuck with the Asian hoes
I’m an island boy — (real Zoe shit, real Haitian shit)

[Chorus]
(Timeout) — this bitch bad as hell, think she Japanese
I got that bitch on her knees, I got that bitch on her knees

We in that function (yeah, yeah) — we ‘boutta get lit
(Timeout — yeah, you betta, you betta uh)

(Oh, we ‘boutta get lit!)
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room

[Verse 1]
Hell nah, I don’t got no stylist
Issey its all on my body — you can’t even buy it (timeout)
I’m Mr. roll with the niggas who ready for violence
Bitch, I’m a thief in the night — we gon’ move up in silence

(Timeout) I’m on the X again, I’m on the shrooms
These niggas talkin’ the most, goddamn it — gon’ meet ya doom

We got them guns in the back — yeah, you betta get out the room
Bitch, I been high in the sky with Buddha — I’m ready to zoom

And— and— and no, I don’t take no L’s
No, I don’t take no L’s — I beat on that pussy, I’m givin’ it belt

Bitch, I been crackin’ the ceil, hang with them niggas who keepin’ it real
Bitch, I been crackin’ the ceil — h-hang with them niggas who keepin’ it real

[Chorus]
(Timeout) — this bitch bad as hell, think she Japanese
I got that bitch on her knees, I got that bitch on her knees

We in that function (yeah, yeah) — we ‘boutta get lit
(Timeout — yeah, you betta, you betta uh)

(Oh, we ‘boutta get lit!)
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room

Get Out The Room Prod Napalm

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, I’m so damn horny
I’ma fuck my racks and make my pockets pregnant
(Make my pockets pregnant!)

[Chorus]

I make racks in multiple ways
Ran it up, been stackin’ the pape — they wonderin’ why, they stalkin’ the page
I got ties with niggas who makin’ the cho, who pavin’ the wave
How the hell you gon’ hate on the kid? Stay on that side — yeah, you betta stay

I’ma fuck my racks, make my money spread, make my pockets pregnant
The racks done came with blood, but I kept it quiet, I know that lesson

I’m a double-O agent, ready to kill — yeah, I’m ready to spray
If it ain’t bout money, don’t call my phone, dont stalk my page — no way

[Verse 1]
I hadda double it down — double the racks (yeah), double the pay
This nigga dumb as a bitch, he ain’t makin’ no money, goddamn, he ain’t got the cake

And I’m off the wake-up (oh my, my) — how the fuck am I gon’ make racks today?
Am I gon’ hit play? Am I gon’ hit that lay?
I’m tryna strike sumn, I’m tryna hawk sumn down

I feel like TB12 — I’m good in that pocket, lil’ bitch, I’m good in that field
If she ain’t givin’ brain, can’t be no trick, lil’ baby, I’m keepin’ it real
Fuck that bitch one time, then passed to bro — it’s alley-ooper-ville

Alley-oop to bro like he wore 3
Makin’ racks is easy — make that racks like 1-2

[Chorus]

I make racks in multiple ways
Ran it up, been stackin’ the pape — they wonderin’ why, they stalkin’ the page

I got ties with niggas who makin’ the cho, who pavin’ the wave
How the hell you gon’ hate on the kid? Stay on that side — yeah, you betta stay

I’ma fuck my racks, make my money spread, make my pockets pregnant
The racks done came with blood, but I kept it quiet, I know that lesson

I’m a double-O agent, ready to kill — yeah, I’m ready to spray
If it ain’t bout money, don’t call my phone, dont stalk my page — no way

No Way Prod 15drtt

[Intro]
I got that K on my side — don’t worry about, don’t worry about me
Issey Miyake, it’s all over me
In that all-black truck, bitch, I’m ’bouta OD

They keepa eye, ehhh...
They keepa eye, ehhh...

They keep a eye on a nigga (oh yuh)
I’m already knowin’ you wanna be me
Already knowin’ you wanna be me

They — they wanna, they wanna be me
But — but — they cannot see me

Grabbin’ her waist, I’m thinkin’ she BB
Grabbin’ her waist, Im thinkin she feel me

High as a kite, I feel so tiki

[Verse 1]
She said, “Vlad, are you a bad man?”
She said, “Vlad, are you a bad man?”

I said, “Baby, I’m not a bad man.”
I’m not a bad man — but I got bad hands
Ain’t got no Perc, I’ma turn to a sad man (yuh)

All black, I’m lookin’ like Batman
I’m rockin’ Issey, she like the fashion (yuh)

Yeah, we got big-body Dracos, all in the Tahoe
You know the gang on go

I hadda go get my racks up, go get my bag up
Can’t be no broke man, no

You seen my bad side, I’m not a bad guy
Livin’ my life like it’s Mad Max, yuh

I’m in that field makin’ big hits, yuh
Call that lil’ boy up — that’s a big sack, yuh

Oh yeah, that’s a big sack
You in a big pack, yeah

[Chorus / Outro]
I got that K on my side — don’t worry about, don’t worry about me
Issey Miyake, it’s all over me
In that all-black truck, bitch, I’m ’bouta OD

They keepa eye, ehhh...
They keepa eye, ehhh...

They keep a eye on a nigga (oh yuh)
I’m already knowin’ you wanna be me
Already knowin’ you wanna be me

They — they wanna, they wanna be me
But — but — they cannot see me

Grabbin’ her waist, I’m thinkin’ she BB
Grabbin’ her waist, Im thinkin she feel me

High as a kite, I feel so tiki

Dont Worry Prod Chxsen

I remember I was down bad — I was dead broke
This nigga talkin’ the most — we gon’ aim at his body, his goddamn fitted
I’m mista count my check, my money, my cho — man, I’m ’bout my digits

If you ain’t makin’ no money — goddamn lil’ nigga, go mind your business
I hadda go get my racks — they wouldn’t believe me, goddamn, I made it

[Verse 1]
I feel like Jeff, by the way I’ma go head and jump off the top-top rope
Goddamn — top-top rope
Hell yeah — yeah, pour that 4

I’m mista top-top 3
No, I ain’t top-top 2
Bitch, I been crackin’ the ceil, this ain’t nun-nun new

I got your bitch in the backseat — she ’boutta air out the whole damn crew
She knowin’ I’m goin’, she knowin’ I’m goin’ — you know how it do

I’m in that function, goddamn it — and bitch, I been hittin’ my goddamn dance
Uhh, I’m the man with the plan — I got my choppa, I’m leavin’ a dent

I hadda keep it a buck — you really a goofy, you really a fan
I-I-I hadda keep it a buck — you really a goofy, you really a fan

[Verse 2]
I’m not a regular nigga — I don’t do regular shit
I got your bitch in the back — she seein’ the diamonds, goddamn it, she feelin’ the kid

This bitch bad as hell — big ol’ booty, yuh, she hittin’ the splits, she hittin’ the splits (yuh)
She seein’ the kid (yuh) — she know how it is

[Chorus / Outro]
I remember I was down bad — I was dead broke
This nigga talkin’ the most — we gon’ aim at his body, his goddamn fitted
I’m mista count my check, my money, my cho — man, I’m ’bout my digits

If you ain’t makin’ no money — goddamn lil’ nigga, go mind your business
I hadda go get my racks — they wouldn’t believe me, goddamn, I made it

Dead Broke 2 Prod Gfelds

[Chorus]
I think I’m overly trim
I think I overly did it
I’m makin’ overly money
It get no better than this

I’m in love with dead presidents — your pockets be screamin’ for help
’Round town, I’m uppin’ that fye — the gen gon’ give you belt

You know I overly do it
I’m makin’ overly music
If it’s time to up the pole — you know I’m overly ready

I got that Drac on my side, goddamn — you know I’ma swing like machete
We put that boy on his ass, goddamn — now he can’t see like Fetty

[Verse 1]
We know you not really ready
The bullet gon’ fly like confetti
And the bitch can’t give no brain — I’m kickin’ the bitch like Messi

You betta stay on that side — you cannot get with the guys
I cannot fuck with my opps — I put that bitch in my za

[Chorus]
I think I’m overly trim
I think I overly did it
I’m makin’ overly money
It get no better than this

I’m in love with dead presidents — your pockets be screamin’ for help
’Round town, I’m uppin’ that fye — the gen gon’ give you belt

You know I overly do it
I’m makin’ overly music
If it’s time to up the pole — you know I’m overly ready

I got that Drac on my side, goddamn — you know I’ma swing like machete
We put that boy on his ass, goddamn — now he can’t see like Fetty

0verly Prod UVT ASTRO

[Chorus]
I was down bad on the floor
I hadda go get my bag, ’cause niggas was talkin’ the most
I hadda go get my bag, ’cause no, I ain’t sellin’ my soul
Baby, don’t fuck up the motion — baby, don’t fuck up no mo’

I need more
I need more

I was down bad on my ass — now racks on the floor
Baby, don’t close out the kid — just open the door

[Verse 1]
I hadda get it myself — I hadda get moreee
If we ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, then get out my faceee
I hadda get off my ass — I came a long wayyy

Baby, don’t worry ’bout that — baby, go do it
They ’boutta laugh at you now — keep pourin’ ya heart in this music

They thought I was stupid
This how I do it
They ’boutta laugh at you now — keep pourin’ ya heart in this music

[Chorus]
I was down bad on the floor
I hadda go get my bag, ’cause niggas was talkin’ the most
I hadda go get my bag, ’cause no, I ain’t sellin’ my soul
Baby, don’t fuck up the motion — baby, don’t fuck up no mo’

I need more
I need more

I was down bad on my ass — now racks on the floor
Baby, don’t close out the kid — just open the door

MINE. ft. vlxdnem [prod. twin9s x santytg]

cavier