Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: Sabong

Lyrics:

(Yea yea yea yea, yeah)
(Yea, you controllin' me yeah)

Yea, please stay there
Come any closer, we gone be a pair
All this cash I'm runnin' up, like some stairs
She told me she love me, I'm like don't you dare
Can't find a way to see, how you zonin' me
She comin' in hot yea, is this how it's supposed to be?
She finna get back, is this how it's supposed to be? Yea
All this shit you doin', you controllin' me yea

I been seein' you up until 2
Words cuttin' deep, it's an incision yeah
I be speakin' up for you, yeah
Talkin' like I'm your ventriloquist yeah
How you gone pull this shit, it's hurtin' me
All this shit I do for you, just to be curvin' me yea
Restrainin' my mind, yea I'm learnin' deep
I'm back on this grind, I'm burnin' heat yea (burnin' heat yeah)
I be in pain, bitch you bringin' back the tears
Aight go away, feelin' worse than I appear
I'm a window pane, you is just the smear
Sayin' this incase, it ain't all that clear

Yea, please stay there
Come any closer, we gone be a pair
All this cash I'm runnin' up, like some stairs
She told me she love me, I'm like don't you dare
Can't find a way to see, how you zonin' me
She comin' in hot yea, is this how it's supposed to be?
She finna get back, is this how it's supposed to be? Yea
All this shit you doin', you controllin' me yea

Yea, please stay there
Come any closer, we gone be a pair
All this cash I'm runnin' up, like some stairs
She told me she love me, I'm like don't you dare
Can't find a way to see, how you zonin' me
She comin' in hot yea, is this how it's supposed to be?
She finna get back, is this how it's supposed to be? Yea
All this shit you doin', you controllin' me yea

controllin' me

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong & prah
Production: tebasaki

Lyrics:

Verse 1 (prah) -
goin' through changes, i'm stuck in my ways (stuck in my ways)
seein' faces, but it's not the same without you
it's not the same without you (it's not the same without you)
'nd tried but we couldn't make it right, 'nd overtime all we did was fight hmm

Verse 2 (Sabong) -
all those moments are bound to fade away (yuh)
all memories are bound to phase away
look at my face, i'm covered in tear stains
seein' new changes, but it's not the same without you
(it's not the same without you)
it's not the same without you.

without u

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong & triplesevendoves
Production: Sabong

Lyrics:

Racks gotta chase em
Big stacks whole lotta paper, yeah her mans is lamer
I can feel your anger
Whole lotta hoes yea, I don’t claim em
Pass up the blunt yea, gotta hit it
Had to roll up like two times, needa to get that high
Whole lotta red in my eyes yea, I can still see through the blinds

That’s just how it goes now, always gotta stay on my ten toes yea (skrrt)
Ooh (Oh, oh)
Gotta recognize, real finna recognize real
Hollup just pass me the knife, I’m finna cut it up for real
Gonna get lucky tonight, neon guts like Pharrell

Hold up I’m countin’ these bills (countin’ these bills)
I’m keepin’ shit trill yea
I’m covered in stones, I’m feelin’ like a boss (like a boss)
We partyin’ hard, until we comatose (yeah)
But none of this happenin’ without my homes

And I ain’t got shit to my name, you treat me like a ghost
I know you be lyin’, when you say you love me the most
Do not switch up, when you realize I’m the goat (yea)
Had to cut her off, cus she kept me from achieving my goals
If I wanna do it- I’ma do it right now, ain’t wastin’ no time
222 and 333, yeah I be seein’ those signs
You be movin’ too fast, just chill out and catch the vibe
Like a rocket I take flight, just keep movin’ towards the light

Yeah I’m finna fold, all designer clothes in her closet
Spendin’ too much, feel like I lost it

That’s just how it goes now (how it goes), always gotta stay on my ten toes yea (skrrt)
Ooh (Oh, oh)
Gotta recognize, real finna recognize real
Hollup just pass me the knife, I’m finna cut it up for real
Gonna get lucky tonight, neon guts like Pharrell

real

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: jorko

Lyrics:

(Hey)
Flip flip, Ooh
(Runnin' it up without you hoes)
Okay
(I'm runnin' it up without you hoes)
Uhuh

Talkin' like you know me, no you don't
Bossin' like you own me, fuck no you don't
(Yeah, woah)
Yeah (Hey)
I'm runnin' it up, as soon as you let up
I'm countin' blue hunnids, I ain't over and done
I'm fuckin' this cash, you know I been won
(Mm)
That's proof I can do this, without you hoes
You're full of shit, to think you was ever in control huh
Hey that's how you know, I really don't need you
That's how you know, I really don't need you
Yeah, woah

Wastin' my time, knowin' this shit ain't real
Basin' my life off of you bitch, is you forreal (Nah)
Whatever we do, it be feelin' so stale (Hey)
All she be doin', is makin' big deals (Hey)
And I ain't tryna deal with that still (No no)
Keep it a buck, our love feelin' frail (Weak as fuck)
Requestin' to run it back, is the worst thing you could ever ask (Never that)
Before I look back, I gotta remember how you fucked up my past yeah (Fuck these hoes)

Talkin' like you know me, no you don't
Bossin' like you own me, fuck no you don't
(Yeah, woah)
Yeah (Hey)
I'm runnin' it up, as soon as you let up
I'm countin' blue hunnids, I ain't over and done
I'm fuckin' this cash, you know I been won
(Mm)
That's proof I can do this, without you hoes
You're full of shit, to think you was ever in control huh
Hey that's how you know, I really don't need you
That's how you know, I really don't need you
Yeah, woah

Sabong on this bitch
(Hey)
Hey

i don't need u

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: aster, warheart & vvsmalibu

'23

seeing you

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: jorko

Lyrics:

(Yeah, Sabong in this bitch)

Easy slangin' dope, I done made a couple rolls
Bad bitch ain't gettin' no parole, yea I cannot muhfuckin' fold
These bitches ain't wanna say more, keep her in the back of my dome
I ain't tryna show no love, yea I'm just tryna fuck
Yeah I'm off the blunt, fend myself I keep a gun
Pass this bitch off to my sons, crossed his ass up one on one (Like Curry)
Beat yo ass I got ya stunned, I don't play about my mun
Luh shawty just tryna have fun, yeah her pussy been tastin' A1
Lucky ah boy I got me day ones, I don't need to worry bout nun
Fuck the pub, I ain't even go to the club
We just be makin' our hon'

We just be breakin' our bread (Spread em, spread em)
Oh yea, to me he's a fed
Don't make me repeat what I said
Me and my plug yeah he trappin', yeah we keep shit tucked
Me and my blood yeah we rappin', yeah we relatives
Yea me and my twin yeah we tapped in, yeah we keep shit clutch
Yeah me and my bae we locked in, yeah we ain't keepin' shit lust
Aye we ain't gotta keep shit buzzed, yeah I say we turn up to drunk
Yeah I pull up and I got the place sunk, diamonds on me yeah they as bright as the sun
Yeah they call me the muhfuckin' stud, but not that kind of stud
Yeah all these bitches some huzz, that's why I don't talk to them
Yeah I just be spittin' no phlegm, yeah money I been reelin' it in
Yeah I done came out the pen, yeah I got me a chick and I copped me a check
And they wanna know how the fuck we comin' up
I'm just tryna light it up, yeah I'm with my plug

Easy slangin' dope, I done made a couple rolls
Bad bitch ain't gettin' no parole, yea I cannot muhfuckin' fold
These bitches ain't wanna say more, keep her in the back of my dome
I ain't tryna show no love, yea I'm just tryna fuck
Yeah I'm off the blunt, fend myself I keep a gun
Pass this bitch off to my sons, crossed his ass up one on one (Like Curry)
Beat yo ass I got ya stunned, I don't play about my mun
Luh shawty just tryna have fun, yeah her pussy been tastin' A1
Lucky ah boy I got me day ones, I don't need to worry bout nun
Fuck the pub, I ain't even go to the club
We just be makin' our hon'

worry bout nun

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong, znefsy & triplesevendoves

Alright

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: quintuple

Lyrics:

Just do what you wanna do, just do what you wanna do
Just do what you wanna do, I don’t care if it hurts
Just do what you wanna do, just do what you wanna do
Just do what you wanna do, I don’t care if it hurts anymore

Your words inflict me, like a sword (Just do what you wanna do)
If it was all lies, then what was it for (Just do what you wanna do)
If we were just fine, then why are we torn (Just do what you wanna do)
If I were to change, would you still move on (Just do what you wanna do)

Just do what you wanna do, just do what you wanna so

Just do what you wanna do, just do what you wanna do
Just do what you wanna do, I don’t care if it hurts
Just do what you wanna do, just do what you wanna do
Just do what you wanna do, I don’t care if it hurts anymore

Your words inflict me, like a sword (Just do what you wanna do)
If it was all lies, then what was it for (Just do what you wanna do)
If we were just fine, then why are we torn (Just do what you wanna do)
If I were to change, would you still move on (Just do what you wanna do)

do what you want

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: delucx

Lyrics:

Baby girl, could you fuck one up for me yuh
All these hoes is sum freaks yuh
I can't fuckin' fall in love, when you posted up like dat
All these rappers wanna talk about is sum cap yuh
Yea blowin' tree, I done been smokin' kush
Yea with a treesh, hold up yea we poppin' da hood off
All that smoke contaminted wind, just blowin' in her face ye
Tryna figure out if I should give you space

Yeah
Sabong on this bitch

Ok yeah, I've been holdin' it down
I'm just tryna smoke on this ounce
Tryna get greened out
Tryna figure out ye, how we've been lastin' awhile
Very long time, you'd think we'd been parted by now
All of that bitchin', been addin' up
As if this money ain't fat enough

Baby girl, could you fuck one up for me yuh
All these hoes is sum freaks yuh
I can't fuckin' fall in love, when you posted up like dat
All these rappers wanna talk about is sum cap yuh
Yea blowin' tree, I done been smokin' kush
Yea with a treesh, hold up yea we poppin' da hood off
All that smoke contaminted wind, just blowin' in her face ye
Tryna figure out if I should give you space

Ooh Ooh, Yea Yea
But she got me love struck, yea she got me love struck
Bitches tryna fuck it up, but they know they is not the one
Mm, they know they is not the one

I think I'm addicted
I done gave my all for you, but I think that you missed it
Was what I said a mistake
Was all we did a mindless phase

Ooh Ooh, Yea Yea
But she got me love struck, yea she got me love struck
Bitches tryna fuck it up, but they know they is not the one
Mm, they know they is not the one

Yah, Sabong on this bitch yea

luvstruck

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: outtafunds

Lyrics:

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Fuck
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Always on some flirty shit, yeah she got me fucked up
Had me sippin' dirty shit, yeah she caught me with a double up
Been flippin' all these bricks, had to run my money up
Bitches blowin' highs, that's why I stay rollin' up

I'll pass you to the next guy
I can't deal with no more lies
I been copin', by gettin' fried
Just get the fuck out my life
She think I'm one of a kind, this love keepin' me blind
Yea you is wastin' my time, shouldn't gave you my line
Had to ditch this one dime, even though she hella fine
I guess it don't really matter, what she do to me
Cus I'm always on the road, she knows she can't catch me
Yeah yeah

Always on some flirty shit, yeah she got me fucked up
Had me sippin' dirty shit, yeah she caught me with a double up
Been flippin' all these bricks, had to run my money up
Bitches blowin' highs, that's why I stay rollin' up

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

wasting my time

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong, BTHAI & Woo Baby
Production: prod.P.A & Sabong

Lyrics:

Bitch so tall, I’ma hit when I skydive
Bitch so tall, I’ma hit it on my tippy toes
Hit it in the back, while I’m sippin’ Don Julio
I’ma sneak in the house, and I’m light as a feather
Break through the back, and I’m gettin’ to the treasure
Get to the chicken, that yolk is my pleasure
And she a large girl, she weigh 280
She can put it down, she still my baby
You try to play me, you must be crazy
I’ma let it fly, it ain’t no maybe

Bro wanted me to hop on this track, so you know I had to spit sum
And I really stay in my lane, I don’t really fuck with them fake ones
Always stayin’ on 10 toes, with a mask on like Obito
Move in silence like I’m off the grid, couldn’t call if I was available

Always smokin’ greens, gotta spark that tree
It ain’t what it seems, does she wanna be with me
I got too many baggage, cuz I just wanna fuck on a bad bitch
Too many hoes wanna blow my high, and I can’t stand it
Run it up yea, run it up yea
I’m fillin’ the bitch to the brim with my damn swag, can’t contain it
I’m coppin’ that check yeah I’m makin’ em racks, nothin’ would ever phase me
I’m fuckin’ this cash but not that bitch, cuz one stay loyal and gettin’ me rich
I’m in the clouds, you could never ever get me down
Up and about, this strain called money smellin’ really loud
Bands stackin’ so tall, I can’t see the top of it
Paper cuts, fingers all red and I’m fond of it

so tall

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: licketyyy

'23

same thing

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: ayesean, olivereaston & jae

make this work

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: 1ferrum

lettin' me down

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: trillboy & brandobeats

room4luv

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: c4pri

do the most

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong & znefsy
Vocals: Sabong & znefsy
Production: drxlo111 & junkroll

The One

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: khuya

Lyrics:

Know how I do this shit 
Like Big Sean, I can't fuck with this 
I can't front with this, yea 
Know I can post like this 
Headed for the bag, I can run like this 
Oh yea, yea, y-yea 
I can't take this back, billin' all these stacks up 
Chillin' back in Cal huh, love it back in town yea 
Tryna jack my style yea, know we get it down yea 
Indica so loud yea, floatin' out there to the top  

Now we posted in the city 
Took one side of me, and sold it like a kidney 
And I ain't talkin' bout no devil shit 
Y'all can get the fuck up outta here 
Smokin' that pack in the air, a-air 
Lemme say this nice and clear 
Ayo bruh, that's not yo girl 
Non-fiction, I'm bein' forreal 
Love shawty, she elf like Ferrell 
Ye I'm hip, like a holster 
Pin my bitch on a wall, like a poster 
Her man is a king, I'ma coach him like Spoelstra 
Aye dodgin' her in my mind, like an LA cap huh 
I can't fuck with no snake bitch, that's no bap huh 
Yea I can't go outta my house, like it's a ban huh 
Yea now I'm greenin' out, like Bruce Banner yea 
All that ho ass shit, I'm not a fan of yea 
If she one for the team, gotta pass her yea yea 
Sippin' all of this drank, I'ma pass out yea yea 
I've been grindin' so much in this bitch, I ain't clockin' out yea yea  

Know how I do this shit 
Like Big Sean, I can't fuck with this 
I can't front with this, yea 
Know I can post like this 
Headed for the bag, I can run like this 
Oh yea, yea, y-yea 
I can't take this back, billin' all these stacks up 
Chillin' back in Cal huh, love it back in town yea 
Tryna jack my style yea, know we get it down yea 
Indica so loud yea, floatin' out there to the top

run like dis

Mixing / Mastering: znefsy & Sabong
Vocals: znefsy & Sabong
Production: SSELF & XISE

#FREERAWRI

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: khuya

Lyrics:

(Hey, yeah)
Always gotta run (oo)
From your love (yeah)
Love, mm

Heart break scandals, everywhere
Parts of my love, scattered out there
Hey, she has no clue what's going on in my head (oh)
Always on the rush from them blues, yea my bad (yuh)
Gotta fix this self esteem
Cuz who the fuck are you texting?
Yea OD my mind off indica, yea gotta calm myself
Plenty of men for you to choose, yet I am not one of them (oh)
The paint on her nails, on her skin that's so pale
Got me feelin' I failed, cuz her touch feelin' stale
Thinkin' I should just give you up
Sinkin' inside this double cup, you done got me fucked up (woah, yea)
You done got me fucked up, woah (yea)
(Hm, huh)
Hey yea, woah (yea)

self esteem

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: Sabong

Lyrics:

(Woah)
(Always remember to be yourself tonight)
(Yea yeah, don't ever forget it)
(No, no no no no)

Remember who you are, don't ever lose yourself
Don't ever lose yourself now (never, never)
If you do, don't worry I'ma find you (don't worry I'ma find you)
I guess you got lost in the blues
I'll find you again, I'll find you again yea (yea yea yea)
You ended up wanderin' off, but I'll find you again
Safe up in my arms, well that's what I thought (no I'm not)
This empty bag of love ain't what I bought (ye)
Ya it ain't what I bought yea, this shit fucked up (shit's unfair)
I'm out there runnin' up, while you're out there gettin' ran through
Yea I'm ballin' out, while you're out here bummin' now
Why you stallin now?
Now we're fallin' out

Yea I thought you was the one (yea I thought you was the one)
She got me sippin', now I'm feelin' stuck (yea yea yea yea)
And I don't know what to do (nah nah)
Needa clear my mind, VVS my mind ye ye (yea)
You know she don't care, if she don't give a fuck boutcha phone (nah nah)
That's why I stay greened out like Ceelo, I can't give a fuck (nah nah nah nah)
Now I keep my feelings tucked
Smokin' til I break through the ceiling now (yea yea)
Yea I take these drugs just to feel numb (ye)
All of that love for me, do you still feel them?
I hope you do, cuz if not I'm losing myself tonight
Gotta find myself again, gotta find myself again

Remember who you are, don't ever lose yourself
Don't ever lose yourself now (never, never)
If you do, don't worry I'ma find you (don't worry I'ma find you)
I guess you got lost in the blues
I'll find you again, I'll find you again yea (yea yea yea)
You ended up wanderin' off, but I'll find you again
Safe up in my arms, well that's what I thought (no I'm not)
This empty bag of love ain't what I bought (ye)
Ya it ain't what I bought yea, this shit fucked up (shit's unfair)
I'm out there runnin' up, while you're out there gettin' ran through
Yea I'm ballin' out, while you're out here bummin' now
Why you stallin now?
Now we're fallin' out

Yea, I've been lookin' at life a little more differently
You know, you gotta build that solid foundation of loving yourself
Cus I mean you can have all these other people around you
Like your friends, like your girl, like it don't matter
The only person who's going to have your back
More than all these other people, is yourself
So you gotta just keep building that shit up, you feel me?
It's all love

Lost in the Blues

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: Kanser

Blue Faces

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: chapa



Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: jones

Lyrics:

(Huh, hey hey)
(Hm) Hey! (hey)

Whippin' the coupe when I hit some
I'm makin' bag, I'm gettin' some
Black on my fit, bottom is covered in denim
I'm makin' racks you gettin' none, yea I'm petty now
Makin' these waves, I'm washed up
Talkin' that shit, keep your mouth shut (oo yea)
You done fumbled the bag son
All of this cash, jarred like a mason
Yea-yeah, I'm fuckin' this cash
In a VTEC, finna go dash yea
This ain't no hit, but this is a crash yea yea
I done count up the bands, money so high it's in a trance
Aye girl I don't got any plans (yea), a brotha just tryna land here

(Gettin' sum)
Yea yea, yea mm (oo, oo)
Little side hustle, finna rack me some money
Ate on em perkies, that shit in my tummy
Nah I'm playin', I'm just eatin' em gummies
Over here countin' a hunnid
Play with me- gone get hit up, sorry lil' shawty it's a missed called
I don't be carryin' no pistol
I got two of my fists up, makin' these shots I don't miss up (wait)
This ain't no game that we playin'
There ain't no startin' over again
I'm on the path to fame (yea), you on the path to shame (yea)
Huh runnin' it up which is cool, but I really be havin' fun too (oo)

Whippin' the coupe when I hit some
I'm makin' bag, I'm gettin' some
Black on my fit, bottom is covered in denim
I'm makin' racks you gettin' none, yea I'm petty now
Makin' these waves, I'm washed up
Talkin' that shit, keep your mouth shut (oo yea)
You done fumbled the bag son
All of this cash, jarred like a mason
Yea-yeah, I'm fuckin' this cash
In a VTEC, finna go dash yea
This ain't no hit, but this is a crash yea yea
I done count up the bands, money so high it's in a trance
Aye girl I don't got any plans (yea), a brotha just tryna land here

trance

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: dubergg

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