luvstruck

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: Sabong

one day

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

real (feat. triplesevendoves)

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 & triplesevendoves
Production: Sabong

Lyrics:

(Trap)

Hot shot comin' round round town
Fu-fuckin' on bad bitches, as soon as they found
I'm headed to heaven, cus I'm up in em clouds
I'm ballin' with english, but I ain't talkin' bout pounds
I done copped me a check, and I did that with style
I done rolled up a spliff, yea we stay smokin' on loud
Drop top bitch, I'm fuckin' on it
Ye-yea I hopped in the whip, I ain't crashin' the bitch
Yea I copped me some bitches, yea I love me some sex
Yea I need me my God, yea I'm burried in sins
Yea I need that forgiveness, cus I'm not triple 6
And I need that bible, cus I'm stuck with the script
I done sent a late text, cus I don't fuck with the bitch
And I done got me some bricks, that I'm finna go flip

Ye-yea c-catchin' em bitches off, we runnin' the digits up
Pa-passin' em bitches now, I ain't feelin' so timid now
Yuh I walk in that bitch, and I flex on that ho
Ye-yea I'm stompin' with Ricks, yea I'm big steppin' tho
I done got me the sprite, yea I'm mixin' the cough
Yea I got me some lines, yea it came with a punch

It's vvs the lens, our whip is a spaceship
It's me and Sabong, yea up in this bitch
It's me and Sabong, yea up in this bitch
Now rockin the show, you know we gonna trap out
Snitch on the gang, you a bitch you a rat mouse
This for my tribe, we gather like Powwow
And it's all praise to the one, I wont bow down
For no other God, I cannot bow down
The path that we're taking, it lead straight to heaven
Everyday I step outside, I see sevens
Looked at my bank, I see sevens on sevens
I'm a plant in the loop, the way I'm stemmin'
Use my mind as a weapon, need no weapon
I just step back, take my shot like I'm Stephen
Poured the wocky in my soda, my beverage

Ye-yea c-catchin' em bitches off, we runnin' the digits up
Pa-passin' em bitches now, I ain't feelin' so timid now
Yuh I walk in that bitch, and I flex on that ho
Ye-yea I'm stompin' with Ricks, yea I'm big steppin' tho
I done got me the sprite, yea I'm mixin' the cough
Yea I got me some lines, yea it came with a punch

Heaven (feat. triplesevendoves)

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

Alright

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: khaflar

Lyrics:

With this treadmill, you know I stay runnin' with the cheese now
Always scratchin' on my neck, like she a fein yea
I stay flying to the moon, yea I stay greened out
All these stones on my neck, I feel pieced up

All she wanna do is fuckin' kick me out, I should leave
All these bitches need braille, cus why can't they see
That they can just let me be yea (Money flip)
Tryna go ghost in an SRT yea
All I wanna know is if you're truly T'd up
Cus I'm rollin' up this weed, yea I'm really geeked up
With this treadmill, you know I stay runnin' with the cheese now
Always scratchin' on my neck, like she a fein yea
I stay flying to the moon, yea I stay greened out
All these stones on my neck, I stay pieced up

Yet you still won't call my phone
Feelin' alone in this bitch, I've been sippin' on that patron yea
Drownin' in the ocean, why won't she talk to me I need that closure
Runnin' from my love, yea she stay cuffin' up
Makin' me feel, like she stay fuckin' up (Fuckin' up)
Gotta move on, if she stay stuffin' up (Stuffin' up)
Cus if I were you, I would've stayed with a top floor boss yea yea

Yea my momma know what I wanna be
Yea I see green, bands coverin' my sleeves yea
Bad bitch pull up in a beamer, she ain't foolin' nobody
Fuck outta here with all your schemes bitch
We don't need to see it
I'm on grind mode, bad bitch gotta peep it
Hop up in that 'rari, yea yo broke mans gotta lease it yea
Honestly I could put all that shit aside
But honestly, I just don't wanna waste my time anymore

Yet you still won't call my phone
Feelin' alone in this bitch, I've been sippin' on that patron yea
Drownin' in the ocean, why won't she talk to me I need that closure
Runnin' from my love, yea she stay cuffin' up
Makin' me feel, like she stay fuckin' up (Fuckin' up)
Gotta move on, if she stay stuffin' up (Stuffin' up)
Cus if I were you, I would've stayed with a top floor boss yea yea

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

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 (feat. BTHAI & Woo Baby)

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
Vocals: Sabong
Production: hen

credit

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: SneakedJay

Lyrics:

Ha huh, okay okay okay yea
Yea watch me turn up, okay okay
In a spaceship, yea we goin' outer
I can't be fuckin' like that, most of y'all don't understand
All of my brothers, they spin like a fan

Yea, slide on brotha gone hit some
Pussy ass boy, got his clique tucked
Juicy as shit, Caprisun
I don't be fuckin' no hos, I just been goin' incognito
Lil' bitch ain't fuck with my steelo
Jackin' my style, finna meet me-clones

Ha, huh okay okay
Swervin' off in this shit, like I'm switchin' my lanes
I can't be dealin' no fake
Leavin' that ho, but she want me to stay
Like bruh ts, I ain't got time to complain
Please leave that shit on the damn plane
Look at my diamonds, yea they shinin' yuh
Look at my bitch, yea she mine hoo yuh
Look at my jeans, yea we rockstar made
Look at my fit, yea I'm iced out aye
Aye uhuh, I can't be goin' on no date uhuh
Grindin' up finna be great, uhuh
Finna be runnin' up all these millions
Look at that turn into billions
I just be manifestin'
Sooner or later, I'm finna be getting these checks in
All of these bitches be taxin'
Runnin' it straight to the max ye
Huh for real, party up I'm just tryna chill
Like mm, whatchu feel

Ha huh, okay okay okay yea
Yea watch me turn up, okay okay
In a spaceship, yea we goin' outer
I can't be fuckin' like that, most of y'all don't understand
All of my brothers, they spin like a fan

Yea, slide on brotha gone hit some
Pussy ass boy, got his clique tucked
Juicy as shit, Caprisun
I don't be fuckin' no hos, I just been goin' incognito
Lil' bitch ain't fuck with my steelo
Jackin' my style, finna meet me-clones

Ha, huh okay okay

Caprisun

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

Lyrics:

I loved, I loved oh
I loved you since the beginning
Adam and Eve, oh yea
Where have you been
All of my calls have been missin'
Got me stressin' yea
In and over my head
I've been fightin' demons again
I've been off the hook ya
Dropped a band on some new Ricks oh
And I wonder how they'd look on her
I know sometimes I don't deserve you, at all
Here I am to waste my life, again again again and again
Always been waitin', on you on you since the beginning
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Adam and Eve, Oh

adam & eve

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong & znefsy
Vocals: Sabong & znefsy
Production: khaflar

Lyrics:

Yea I'm poppin' checks, woah
They gone come for my neck, oh
So you know I'ma lay low, yea
You know you gotta turn on ya phone
When you come in this room tonight
Uhuh AP skeleton on my left hand, and my right
Double me back to back perkies they feel so
Right, right
Popped two beans I can't go back
Now she seen how my checks fat
Fat, fat
Yea shawty I'm done tryna be so nice
Passin' me up but it feel so-

Yea I'm poppin' checks, woah
They gone come for my neck, oh
So you know I'ma lay low, yea
You know you gotta turn on ya phone
When you come in this room tonight
Uhuh AP skeleton on my left hand, and my right
Double me back to back perkies they feel so
Right, right
Popped two beans I can't go back
Now she seen how my checks fat
Fat, fat
Yea shawty I'm done tryna be so nice
Passin' me up but it feel so-

Yea but it feel so nice
All of these bad bitches been fuckin' me right yea
And the swishers we lightin' at night yea
We gettin' as fly as a kite yea
Yea diamonds be dancin', I'm iced out
And I'm blockin' my sons, like a visor
If you strikin' a deal, I ain't signin'
If you stealin' my flow, we fightin'

Yea I'm poppin' checks, woah
They gone come for my neck, oh
So you know I'ma lay low, yea
You know you gotta turn on ya phone
When you come in this room tonight
Uhuh AP skeleton on my left hand, and my right
Double me back to back perkies they feel so

Good, yea yea yea
Fuck you gone do 'bout that
Yea I ain't swingin' yo way, like a bat
Turnin' the volume up, way to the max
Fuck with my gang, we sprayin' the gat
Callin' my twin, we smokin' the stash
Fuck on my bitch, then we get to the cash
Yea, yea

Skeleton

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

The One

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong & znefsy
Vocals: Sabong & znefsy
Production: HU3Y & JELLO

Pop out

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)

Sabong

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