cjthagodd - roadrunnin [keykelly] [babykay + djsam + slump audios exclusive]

Levels (Miraixx)

Lyrics…

Yeah 5x

Yeah 5x

Back in my bag bitch you know what’s happening 

I’m back in my bag bitch you know what’s happening 

Huh 

I’m telling my partner we up cuz of this talent 

Can’t link with a smoochie cause she average

I’m telling my girl she the one you can have it

Your bro in my dodi in my blunt 

He wish he was an opp this nigga a runt 

The way I flexed on him look like a stunt 

I put a X on him just like a bounty 

I’m putting that X on your girl like some booty

I can’t fuck with no thot I can’t fuck with no smoochie

Your girl at my shows like some mf groupie 

Yeah 

She twerkin and shit huh yeah

I’m just smoking a spliff huh yeah 

I am what I am but a nigga ain’t toxic 

I’m choosing the money bag like monopoly 

He a opp and his shawty a crab off the Roxy 

Hitting a tap dance when I rock him like Ali

Yeah 

Shit look like kill bill sliding on Kawasakis 

I’m making these bands these niggas can’t stop me 

Give a fuck bout a trend she still wanna fuck me 

Give a fuck bout a thot I want you to trust me 

Imma keep it a hundred like I keep the money 

If these niggas gon try me it get hot like a perky 

Yeah the nigga a bum we know that yeah 

We know he a bum he a goofy 

Huh

Think he lit cause he live in the jects yeah

Well nigga my high rise a movie 

Huh 

Bring your girl here she gon swoon gangsta 

I got unlimited room for her and her friends 

So high in the sky we touching the moon yeah 

She wanna do it again 

This VV on me looking icy 

I told her it’s nothing it’s just Vivienne

She know I’m a soldier for Westwood 

I put that shit on and I do it again 

My girl top three your hoe ain’t even ten 

He ain’t got him a backbone he gon bend

How you talking shit you ain’t gotta band

Lying that he rich spend his check on xans 

Boy I know you on the fence 

Yeah

Know you on the fence calling in for that advance 

Calling for that overtime 

Go and call your boss tell em that your late on rent 

I ain’t got no fucking boss 

I don’t need no 9-5 imma make a band

I’m my own muthafuckin boss nigga 

I’m my own muthafuckin man

westwood freestyle

Lyrics...
Ain't gotta tell me girl I know
I know he broke 
He the one who need saving
Yeah
Keep these bands in my savings
Every time I'm out
She gon see I got that shit on
Nigga you a pussy 
You don't really wanna get it on
Get it on 
He gon crash and he know that
Yeah huh
Man I could've had your bitch
Boy you know that
But that bitch is a munch
She get clipped by the wolf pack
Can't beef with a dummy 
He get stuffed in this opp pack
Hollows hit his stummy 
If he ever try to rush me
Huh huh
He gon make the news nigga if I press the issue
I'll pick his moms up and I'll hand her ass a tissue
You know what it is why the fuck would we miss you
It is what it is you a opp get smoked
Yeah get fried
I told my girl I love the potion no lie
Sippin hella lean I drank a ocean last night
Sippin high tide I'm drowing 
That balenski wear what I'm stepping in
Investing getting riches
All these niggas broke cause they focused on the bitches 
Give a fuck bout a bridge bitch I'm getting all these digits 
I get money on the low bitch I'm hidden like a ninja 
Know he lying that boy told got too hot up in that kitchen
Huh wrist on froze like it got my shit arrested 
Rest in peace Vivienne George Floyd on my necklace
Niggas got no drip catch em on the no fly list
Destroy the whole fit nigga get your ass a stylist
You can get these mitts nigga really I be wilding
Give a fuck how you ride you a crash out 
next time you wanna run your mouth 
Bring your ass outside

crashout

Lyrics…
If shawty poor 

I don’t care 

this ain’t a charity 

I know she see these bands on me 

But she can’t get none 

She know I’m a demon

Something like a chainsaw 

Got lil shawty fein’n 

But I don’t really feel much 

I don’t really feel much 

You know I don’t really care 

She a bad lil bitch give a fuck if it’s fair 

Don’t talk down to me bitch 

Fuck wrong with you yeah 

Half a band in a day 

Still chilling over here 

We got za on the way 

Ain’t no hold up ain’t no wait 

If a nigga want the smoke 

He get packed right away 

He get pressed like a thumbtack 

His bitch already slayed 

I ain’t going for the fallback 

I’m in it like a rave 

Like a mafuckin mosh pit 

When we in it we get active 

Don’t get nauseous ￼

Every time I’m outside with a cup

Just know it’s toxic 

My glam brudda my mud 

Just know me and twin gon rock it 

Blood stone held by some bones

I be rockin 

Shawty from Houston with an ass

Imma rock it 

Now this lame can’t slide 

Too bad I had to rock him 

Fuck wrong with him dawg 

He just mad cause he not him 

Bitch I’m off a addy 

I ain’t hype off an advil 

If shawty a treesh 

Gotta leave her in the landfill 

If shawty a treesh let her talk 

Mmmh yeah 

And her man gon talk 

But he ain’t down to pull up 

We all know he gonna walk

I know if he talk down 

Then he better have his bands up 

I ain’t pussy nigga 

Don’t forget you had your hands up 

Curled up like a bitch 

Tell me who you really standing on 

How you a rapper and a fein 

And diss the niggas you was calling on 

I was the nigga you depended on 

And showed you how to get it 

Fuck the rockstar image 

Boy I showed you how to live it 

Showed you how to rock them chains 

Put you on your first mission 

Fuck the fame and the lames 

Niggas know how I’m livin

We ain’t crashin out 

We working on a million

devilman

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