Produced By Devanmanleyy

(Lyrics)
No more workdays for me 
But everyday a workday for me 
I’m grinding ‘cus it’s worth it for me 
You dickriding, is it worth it for you
You dickriding is it workin for you
Turn your trap up, shit aint nothing, you can do it too
And my stats up, riding in that whip that’s bulletproof 
Check my rank bruh, ‘curity gon always let me through 
But I learned my lesson too 

On my Macbook, copping drip, man this shit been so smooth 
Popping tags bih, young nigga couldn’t get no food
I’m on that, if you on that shit, what you tryna do
Damn 
What you tryna do,
Young nigga knocking oppers off 
I, come on top that’s almost always, didn’t you knew
Damn, I just hopped out loud ass Mustang, hold up, this shit move 
Damn,
Think I hit that groupie bitch? That nigga must be new, here 
And I been the drip pioneer since like middle school
Damn, These niggas be weird 
Nigga said he was there but I’m not fooled
It’s Vadova I ball like the logo, and shoot like the Bulls
I ain’t dealing with booze
Nigga sip on morado, this ain’t Azul
I want my money pronto
I’m addicted like Demi Lovato
Hold on
And it’s 4 in the morning who cares, I’m tryna get me a damn roll 
And I think I’ma need an extendo, I’m tryna carry more ammo
And you think I wanna hold your hand? No 
But I look out cus I can though
I’ma always look out If I can though 
And you better not take it for granted

You dickriding is it working for you
Turn your trap up, shit aint nothing, you can do it too
And my stats up, riding in that whip that’s bulletproof
Niggas switch up on the random, and it could be you 
Hold on, on these niggas I’m cool

No more workdays for me 
But everyday a workday for me 
I’m grinding ‘cus it’s worth it for me 
You dickriding, is it working for you? 

(Come on top that’s almost always, didn’t you knew
I just hopped out loud ass Mustang, hold up, this shit move 
Think I hit that groupie bitch? That nigga must be new, here 
And I been the drip pioneer since like middle school)

Vadova - Bulletproof

Prod Rainforest 3M Kelewya

(Lyrics)
Got a classy hoe like Blair Waldorf
Tryna find my hoe like Where’s Waldo
In the trap spot, posted with the sawed-off
We were broke-ass niggas having no zot
Only rapper in the city with my own zot 
Wav city livin’ put me in a droptop
And your bitch want me put her in some archive
I’m a starchild, I cannot die
In the mufuckin’ car, it’s a Glock nine
I don’t treat the red light like a stop sign
And the pack up in the air like a botfly
Tryna hit this cool hoe by the bonfire
And the fresh smell of dope, my alarm clock
She want molly, molly, molly, and the jaw lock
Get off I-85, I’m in the R now
Hold up, 
JFK, Nixon, damn
Tryna come presi’ for the wrist, damn
Popstar Benny with the mix, hold on
First rule, get it how you living, hold on
I can take everything I’m dishing
I can take a nigga shit, fuel my addiction (I can take)
Big ass bowl getting shipped, mailman don’t know what he delivering 
Got a classy hoe like Blair Waldorf
Tryna push my agenda ‘til I’m worth more 
You ain’t finna feel a bump, but the car low
I’ma tax it high as fuck, but I buy low
And today, I bought a coat with your car note 
Niggas switched and I’m tryna see carnage
With the automatic tucked in the cargo
And I can’t believe she fucked, hoe the bar low 

Damn
(Hold on, fuck em up)
No you can’t get none my bands, hoe
Christian Dior on my brands, bro
This shit for us why you mad, hoe
Check out my mufuckin’ stats, you see a young nigga getting them stacks bro 
I put this shit on my back, gratitude all that a young nigga ask for
Damn
You see how that goes 

Got a classy hoe like Blair Waldorf
Tryna find my hoe like Where’s Waldo
In the trap spot, posted with the sawed-off
We were broke-ass niggas having no zot
Only rapper in the city with my own zot 
Wav city livin’ put me in a droptop
And your bitch want me put her in some archive

Vadova - Wavcitycure (Bonus)

Produced by Novachance

(Lyrics) 

(Dun dun dun)
(You know I’m not playing with niggas)
(And that package on the way)

You know I’m running that money up 
On my buddy, I’m running that money up
On my mummy, I’m running that money up
I got muddy, I’m pouring my buddy up
I got money, I’m pouring that double cup
Damn, this muddy keep fucking my tummy up
Damn, this muddy keep fucking my tummy up
No cap
You know I’m running that money up 
On my buddy, I’m running that money up
On my mummy, I’m running that money up
With that tommy, I’m fucking a dummy up 
Pass the rod and I’m fucking somebody up
And I hate when these niggas just do too much
And I hate when these niggas just do too much

Hold on 
What
And I’m fucking these racks like, damn 
Puttin’ shit up for my fam, oh yeah 
Damn, Finna cop the hoe Tiff, not Skims, hell nah
Oh yeah
Hoe just as bad as Kim
Got damn 

Put on my pantsuit, I had to do it to em’
Show em’ how to get racks, it’s the Blues Clues
This hoe singing way better than Autotune
Man, these niggas been taking my sauce, dude
Call my lawyer to write up a lawsuit
I be putting myself in my brother shoes
Gotta wake up and pour up another deuce, gotdamn
(Hold on, fuck they talm bout)

You know I’m running that money up 
On my buddy, I’m running that money up
On my mummy, I’m running that money up
Calling everyone, nobody picked up
It don’t matter cus now I’m on rich stuff
This ain’t no ollie, I’m doing them big stunts
Ima reel that hoe in like a fisher, hold on 

And I’m fucking these racks like, damn 
Puttin’ shit up for my fam, oh yeah 
Damn, Finna cop the hoe Tiff, not Skims, hell nah
Oh yeah
Hoe just as bad as Kim
Got damn 

You know I’m running that money up 
On my buddy, I’m running that money up
On my mummy, I’m running that money up
I got muddy, I’m pouring my buddy up
I got money, I’m pouring that double cup
Damn, this muddy keep fucking my tummy up
Damn, this muddy keep fucking my tummy up
No cap
You know I’m running that money up 
On my buddy, I’m running that money up
On my mummy, I’m running that money up
With that tommy, I’m fucking a dummy up 
Pass the rod and I’m fucking somebody up
And I hate when these niggas just do too much
And I hate when these niggas just do too much
No cap

Vadova - Money

Produced by Project

(Lyrics)

Told that girl just how I feel 
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Having these scales like the fuckin’ cartel
Walk in that bank with the stealth 
Totaled the cat, drove it straight outta hell
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on
That boy a peasant, he told on himself
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

This beat so groovy like Topside’s 
Middle fingers to the other side
If I sign, then I hope that my brother sign
If I die, then I’m hoping my brother live
You can have this shit, I’m on some other shit 
Used to be sad that I wasn’t like them other kids
They ain’t peep I was great but my mother did
Oh they want see me broke? Fuck ‘em then 
Caught a play like that bitch was a pigskin 
Still an African goat like I’m Wizkid 
Man, I think that these niggas been drinking
Cuff a thot, nigga, what was you thinking?
Swag on the shelf, and the belt it got sequins
Before I get to that grave, hope they knowing my name
Sign to the Wav, you can get you a chain, know a few good flips put you back in the game, like 

Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on, he can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
All this shit came through the mail 

I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Hold on
Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

Vadova - Twelfth

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