pZAtime remix prod.1winterss

4. problem

3. kellyK

1. lick back (xoolice)

sum shi to work ya feet to

i’m  @ da club, she wan take me home
i’m wit my bruddas if they right or wrong
mixing my drugs, highest in the room
she come wit me cuz i make her moan
don’t do da beef, leave dat shi alone
need da dinero never had enough 
it’s a couple ngas that want me gone
told my baby kiss me thru da phone

hate me now, love me when i’m on
ngas hate me cuz i do what i want
ngas hate me cuz i do what they don’t
u hear da beat n uk that it bump
ngas be weird, ik he a chump
counting so much that it’s hurting my thumb 
dis hoe spoiled she get what she want
i see ha dripped down saint laurent

like im doing me oh yea ok
she off a bean, cant fuck, no way
big booty bih tryna do what i say
she worried bout me, ian call in a day
i let her come over but she cannot stay
the way dat she move got me f- fuck
the way dat she move got me feeling a way
i’m making her sing like beyoncé

just talk to me 
just talk to me
damn 
dis bitch stalking me
i could show u things u never seen
lil bae just walk wit me

she poppin it
she dropping neck

just talk to me baby cuz ts could be so simple 
just talk to me baby cuz ts could be so simpleee

just like beyoncé, u could talk to me
ahhhh
just like beyoncé need u to talk to me
ahhhhh

beyonce/talk2me prod tec9

IthinkINEEDYA prod 4liter n nxah

emmet

Young Black Bruce Wayne

lyrics (prod @chr6me on ig)

f-fuckin dat hoe she screamin my name-
you ain get no bread
you ain’t get no pape
you ain rockin desginer
u rockin all fake
yo lil hoe finer I might have to date
countin my money I’m countin my pape
feed that hoe tummy
put food on her plate
that boy lookin bummy
I ain’t gonna hate
bih bounce like a bunny
I’m countin my cake
that boy talkin funny
I might have to- aye
lil prae spend more den u make
fur coat on me mink ain’t fukkin fake
trackhawk in my garage aye
dat lil hoe hit me up like wassup
bih u smokin spray
hell no u can’t hit me on the low
that shit od lame
no ion wan fuck dat hoe
I said fuck the fame
dis a first class flight to soho
and we leave today
(hey hey hoe- ion fight u can’t fight lil prae)

adderall, just to keep me goin
that hoe on her knees
that hoe fucc me raw
I wan see u sin
I wan see it all
that lil hoe in awe
I never pass the ball-

f-fuckin dat hoe she screamin my name-
you ain get no bread
you ain’t get no pape
you ain rockin desginer
u rockin all fake
yo lil hoe finer I might have to date
countin my money I’m countin my pape
feed that hoe tummy
put food on her plate
that boy lookin bummy
I ain’t gonna hate
bih bounce like a bunny
I’m countin my cake
that boy talkin funny
I might have to- aye
lil prae spend more den u make
fur coat on me mink ain’t fukkin fake
trackhawk in my garage aye
dat lil hoe hit me up like wassup
bih u smokin spray
hell no u can’t hit me on the low
that shit od lame
no ion wan fuck dat hoe
I said fuck the fame
dis a first class flight to soho
and we leave today
(hey hey hoe- ion fight u can’t fight lil prae)

pape prod chr6me

Crazyface

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