lyrics:

no wonder 
i'm swirlin 
diggin them guts
until she slumba 
no wonda
a playa hata 
like you 
won't never get under 
no wonder 
you always in her ear
with the mumbo jumbo  
you need hunna's
while the same lil pretty ass thang 
blowin up this number
no wonder 
i'm swirlin 
diggin them guts
until she slumba 
no wonda
a playa hata 
like you 
won't never get under 
no wonder 
you always in her ear
with the mumbo jumbo  
you need hunna's
while the same lil pretty ass thang 
blowin up this number


i cant say one word
motherfucka's gon snitch
you caint get none hoe 
type to go take the charge 
i stay in the paint 
just like mutumbo 

can't be kissin all on the bieutch 
if she ain't paid 
i can't show no love 
cali straight to texas
playaz gettin it
that's fasho love 

had to put the bieutch on the run way
(pause) she my #1 stunna 
the way she bring in that mun-nay 
(pause) did the dash
roadrunner 
ima drop the top on a sunday 
shinin like no other 
they just popped another one way 
finna sweat the blade like it's summer 

no wonder 
i'm swirlin 
diggin them guts
until she slumba 
no wonda
a playa hata 
like you 
won't never get under 
no wonder 
you always in her ear
with the mumbo jumbo  
you need hunna's
while the same lil pretty ass thang 
blowin up this number
no wonder 
i'm swirlin 
diggin them guts
until she slumba 
no wonda
a playa hata 
like you 
won't never get under 
no wonder 
you always in her ear
with the mumbo jumbo  
you need hunna's
while the same lil pretty ass thang 
blowin up this number

Vinyl - CD - Cassette

No Wonder (Prod. DJSugarBooger)

Lyrics:

Playa shining
No jewels today
Riding gotta thank
God and Screw today
You got moves to make
Baby give me
News I can use today
Playa shining
No jewels today
Riding gotta thank
God and Screw today
You got moves to make
Baby give me
News I can use today

She love me when i ain't have
A single karat on me
She gon' get anything she see
As long as my quota stay complete
Trynna sail the sevens seas
Pelle Pelle on me
I'm riding that candy midnight green
This slab from 1993
See a playa born game equipped
Like a parrot on me
She'll come thru anytime you need
She'll break them tricks to get my treat
Why it feel like a million bucks
When she hand it to me
She know whatever she gon' bring
It's gettin' multiplied by 3 with me
Channeling game
I just be I'm thinking
I can't stop it
Channeling game
I just be blinking
I can't stop it
I see a hunnid more
Just like me
Carbon copies but can't stop this
I bled and I sweat
Still no respect
Now why would I stop it

Playa shining
No jewels today
Riding gotta thank
God and Screw today
You got moves to make
Baby give me
News I can use today
Playa shining
No jewels today
Riding gotta thank
God and Screw today
You got moves to make
Baby give me
News I can use today

Apple Music

NEWS I CAN USE (PROD. DJ IDEA)

Lyrics:

Mashin' on this mission
Headrest screens are strictly HD
Mayo with the mustard
What these daytons ridin' daily
It's strictly her decision
Not my choice
For her to thank me
Lace me down with franklins
That's the language
Most you can't speak

Baby rolled a time capsule
I don't know
Where she gon' take me
Sent me like a gmail
Hit download
Then erased me
I sip this mp4
He sent the wav
Let's have a tasting
Purple to the red
We on to green
My liver hate me
I came to highway 1
To reconnect
To where i caint be
I'm lying when i said
The money wouldn't ever change me
I'm docked up at Castellammare
This ain't no LA beach
El dorado coupe
Just me and you
My candy day dream

3. Stuck In LA (Prod. Professor Creepshow)

lyrics:

I aint got that type of time to lay arine (playa persistent widdit)
Until we all ballin playa can’t recline (different tax divisions)
I aint got the type of time to wait arine (playa consistent widdit)
born with this ism, unlimited supply 

Sumn slight sumn casual
If I get it
they gon have it too
You couldnt do this with a manual
I don't even need half ya jewels 
Everything come natural
Paved my lane 
This my avenue 
Everytime my feet touch the soil of the south
Muthafucka I be jammin screw 
Aint no tellin wtf I had to do
Sippin on tussin had to Pass the boof
Now everybody smoke on personal
Now we on to cop a turkey bag or 2
When its come to gettin his money up
Aint no telling wtf a man will do
You can lose it all Trynna have some moe
That’s the last thing ima plan to do 


I aint got that type of time to lay arine (playa persistent widdit)
Until we all ballin playa can’t recline (different tax divisions)
I aint got the type of time to wait arine (quit the cap come get it)
born with this ism, unlimited supply

Unlimited Supply (Prod. MackJunt.)

slab city 2 coming soon...

LYRICS:

I mix the
Alize with the Sprite
Pinky emerald cuts
To the sky so polite
Eighty three supreme
Pearl cutlass when we slide
AMG vintage
This from nineteen eighty five
Never back door'd
Never thought to cross the line
I be thinking back
On going half's
To smoke a dime
Now we go through
Bags so fasts
Nobody even around
Pay how it weigh
I give extra for they time

Seems like a
Nice day to ball and parlay
Cup color barney
Mind stay on my bank
Im in that purple chevy thang
Triple golds they can't see me
'Hind that presidential tint
Blowing smoke out the ceiling
Seems like a
Nice day to ball and parlay
Cup color barney
Mind Stay on my bank
No need to
High side cause we ride little cleaner
Mean mug my demeanor
Hit a switch in Pasadena

Presidential Tint

Presidential Tint (Prod. DjSugarBooger)

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Pay 2 See (Prod. DjSugarBooger)

Playa Alchemy (Prod. DjSugarBooger)

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Deleted Dreams [prod. Funkfinger]

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2 Blunts 2 Cups (Original)

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RED LIGHT (PROD. FUNKFINGER)

ALL 4 ME (PROD. DJSUGARBOOGER)

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LYRICS:

I need my money on the table
No shoes kicked
Add 'em up
The beep gon' let me know
Think you too slick
Dippin' out
With hundred spokes
On this cruise ship
While you away
She draining balls
Like a pool stick

I hate all these muthafuckas
Still ain't shit
Hate me 'cause
I don't complain
And don't take shit
Hate me 'cause I'm one of one
And they basic
You can hate me
All the fuck you want hoe
I'm paid bitch

MASH ON U HOES (PROD. FUNKFINGER)

DEDICATED TO THE RADIO LEGEND ART LA BOE

LYRICS:

Kick them boots come and jump in the Jeep
Ain't no room baby just you and me
Hit that recline lay back in ya seat
Just one night just turned into weeks
Highway 1, sandy feet, double cup promethazine
Trues & Vogues
24's
Neon lights with trails of smoke
You ain't chose now you know
How this shit supposed to go
Yours is mine give me more
Words run dry ain't none to show
Can't waste time showin' ropes
Can't run lip I done heard it before
Done heard it before
Can't waste time showin' ropes
Can't run lip I done heard it before
Done heard it before
Can't waste time showin' ropes
Can't run lip I done heard it before


What was only supposed to be a night
Turned to a week
Turned to a month
Turned to baby I don't wanna leave
Keep the pressure baby
Shit you never know
You might just make the cut for the winning team
Right on baby

Yours Is Mine (Prod. DJ Sugar Booger)

LYRICS:

You make it easy for me put it all on the line
Ain't no matter how bad it get 
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Ain't feelin' no pain ain't no way it's this effortless
By the way she submit to thee letting her actions be known
This the playa epitome
The one and the only there ain't no comparison 
Present and future is history

Why they can't stand to see me
Ain't nothin to leach 
Muthafuckas ain't never get none from me
Kinda hard to go hunt for me
Can't even find me can't send for me
No room for company
Love how my baby look good when she under me 
Ain't have a dime but had fun with me
If shit hit the fan on the run with me 
Blunt after blunt in the sun with me 
Seaside in Tuscany

SEASIDE IN TUSCANY

SeaSide In Tuscany (Prod. FunkFinger)

LYRICS:

Hard to find, hard to please
Pressure build my karatry
Hold it down steady feet
Now I'm plotting on candy keys
'65 '93, AMG with caramel seats
Wine and dine not for me
Can you load this 50 piece
Spin it round, hundreds in my hand
Turn to BTC, let it be
Bitch we eat forever how we supposed to be
Spin it round, hundreds in my hand
Turn to BTC, let it be
Bitch we eat forever how we supposed to be

Cannot measure up to this
Swanga's on the cutlass
Triple Golds
Match this presidential with the bumper kit
Tried to give the game
Lead the horse, they ain't take one sip
Let 'em sit, they just want a dollar no percentages
GIA no necklaces
Ain't crossin' off no Christmas lists
Money increase my dopamine, let it cure my illnesses
Feel it in my heart
Numb the pain from all the stress of this
Jubilee with factory stones, frozen round the bezelment
Had to hit the exit switch
Bitch you on that jezelment
Never have I ever thought no way I couldn't replace this bitch
'95 seven series
Phone full of messages
Not my fault you ain't listen bitch
Glisten in eclipse's

Playa hard to find, hard to please
Pressure build my karatry
Hold it down steady feet
Now I'm plotting on candy keys
'65 '93, AMG with caramel seats
Wine and dine not for me
Can you load this 50 piece
Spin it round, hundreds in my hand
Turn to BTC, let it be
Bitch we eat forever how we supposed to be
Spin it round, hundreds in my hand
Turn to BTC, let it be
Bitch we eat forever how we supposed to be

HARD 2 FIND (PROD. DJSUGARBOOGER)

prod dj bog

lyrics:

Once passing back and forth
No more
It start to settle in
Walked through my door
Just layed 6 feet
It gave me chicken skin
Die every night
Sleep no escape we hustle till the end
Wasn't shown the ropes
Just off the muscle had to let me in
Born to ball playa been a problem ever since
Caught in between the light and darkness
How you ride the fence
I face this blunt shit ain't enough
Gon' have to roll me 10
I paved the way like those before me
Strictly with this pen
Couldn't see a way
I swear I thought this shit would never end
I hate to say I'm losing reasons not to load this clip
I hate to say I'm just a stranger around my relatives
You pray but he ain't gon' forgive you won't erase ya sins

CHICKEN SKIN (PROD. DJ BOG)

3 Missed Calls (Feat. Soulzay)

go follow jarren real west coast shit @jarrenc

LYRICS:

they call me mister mystery
product of this misery
mackin on a bieutch
playa perfectin this pimpery
my pocket fulla stones
Travel the stars like I was meant to be
trapped up on this planet
trynna manage
Gotta keep the piece

tucked on my side
45 
this life aint shit to me
you gon have to kill a g
them fists can't get rid uh me

i hop up in my space ship
no there aint no space bitch
blowin smoke 
at the speed of light
watch me lane switch

I keeps an eye on my money
other eye up on my beiutch

never trustin a soul
my mind stronger than ya grip

gon and empty ya clip
ya just be doin me a favor

the sin on my lips
got her on her worst behavior

Every flava of BIEUTCH
Steady blowin up my pager 

Sayin 911 
Doms ain't the type to try and save em

Chunkin dubs
Out the roof
Born and raised up in the west 
Can't you tell from the vapors 
That be creepin from my chest 

its S.I.C till I rest
Doomset slittin necks 
In g-bodies 
Coutin Hunnids
& Poppin screw in the deck

tapes hiding the glock
and cash stashed in the dash
case them foos try and run up
just free they soul
and mash the gas

ya legs separated
from ya hips
ya can’t walk

outlined up in chalk
body bag up in the trunk

Ain't no tags on em  toes
another victim to this ahnk

i can tell ya trynna fake the phonk

them playaz from the third coast(west side)
slamming caddy do’s

hit the southside
cop a liter 
po the foe

Watch them pimps drop tops
3 wheelin down the coast

rollin 84s (triple golds)
Choppin blades on vogues

Got One countin scrilla
Other stuffing optimo’s

Feel like sun ra 
Cosmic black sixty fo

got akoza right beside me
in the slab swangin slow

hitting switches 
while i smoke

SUN RA IN A 64 (PROD. JARREN)

LYRICS:

All I wanna do smoke
If you fucking with my money
I'm about ta let ya know
Got damn why you lieing why you speaking faules hope
Bitch a playa beaming hard on da move
Gotsta go 
Hell ya I'm in my chevy for slab In diss hoe
West coast PRESIDENT Khaos pimp on diss doe
Hit the fucking courier store
Guns and butter baby
mediate
underneath the moon
Y'all hurting so hard I can see it thru you fool
Got the glock
Come thru
put a diamond on ya tooth 
Crystals all around  different realms in  the both
WATCH playa  move
Lay back burning two 
 this real  we the proff
Y'all got me fucked up
If y'all don't understand it fool
Switchin the pain
Heart blunted so hollow
But can't see it in my face
SIC till the day
But I won't ever see the grave 
Hoe 


they hiding knowledge from this planet
never seem to quench my thirst
till I'm cold
in my casket
soul trapped upon this earth

west coast
cure the cosmos
thru the static 
they cant stand it 

sold they soul
to live lavish
money magic 
gots to go

write a spell
watch it manifest
guided by the stones

trynna tell me what i need
ill show you where you needa get ghost

think ya ridin with a playa
watch her cry herself home

always comin w my own 
so i deserve them 100 spokes

i deserve to count my scrilla
hittin switches till i go

for the slab in this hoe
Khaos told ya once before

yellow stripe on ya vogues
same color as my how

aint ya friend
aint ya foe
bitch ill sip it all 4 moe 

its for the slab bieutch

DOM's Album

MF KHAOS & DOM - 1:11 (PROD. TYRIS WHITE)

LYRICS:

BITCH DONT EVER GET TOO COMFORTABLE
PULL THE RUG FROM UNDER 
IF YA FUCKIN WITH A PLAYA
NEVER SEE THE SUN 
I PROMISE YOU
THEM STONES ON THE SELENITE
CHARGING WHILE I ROLL ANOTHER
AURA NOT COMPARABLE
BITCH YA FEELIN PITIFUL
AINT REAL WITH YASELF
ENERGY LEACHES I CANT FUCK WITHCU 
STAY AS FAR AWAY 
AS I CAN
KEEP IT PLAYA AS POSSIBLE
SMOKIN BIG KILLA
IN  EM CADDIES
BOUTTA CASH OUT
HIT THE LIQUOR STOE
SIP THEM 40S TILL IM ASSED OUT
SEE BABY BOUT HER BIDNESS
SHE MY DENTIST
TILL I CRASH OUT
DIGGIN OUT THEM GUTS
WITH MY TONGUE  
THEN I MASH OUT
READY TO MAKE THE CHANGE
SACRIFICE TO SEE WHAT PANS OUT
I DO WHAT I GOTTA DO
TO GET MY OWN 
YA GOT YA HAND OUT

 MY PRESENCE IS A PRESENT
PIMP SLAP YA TO THE PAST 
NOW DONT THINK BECAUSE
ILL ROLL YA UP A BLUNT
THAT I WONT SPAZZ OUT
YOUNG ITALIANO
BREAKIN BITCHES 
TALKIN TRASH
ON THIS PIMPIN
HOES SCARED
IM USUALLY CALM
THEY GOT ME MAD NOW

BLOWIN UP THE LINE
SORRY DOM
NEED 1 MORE CHANCE 
HOW THE FUCK IM SPOSE TA TRUST YA
IF YA QUICK TO DROP THEM PANTS
CAUGHT MY BABY TRYNNA PLAY ME
HAD TO DROP  HER ON HER ASS
FOR THE SLAB 
DOOMSET
S.I.C 
ON THE MAP NOW

1-800-FORTHESLAB *PLEASE HOLD*

LYRICS:

Baby lemme see ya do it 
Gon n shake it for the slab 
Jammin screw
out the deck
Swangin slow 
down the ave
R I P
P A T
hoes don’t know how to act
see me Salilin cross the globe 
Blood leaking off the lack

Drippin fine wineberry 
smoke the last of the pack
Pockets fat as m o e
Throwin vogues
On them D's
Choppin blades down ya block 
on my way to serve the fiends
Southwest 
Get they scrillums
hoes beggin 4 the scraps

ambidextrous pimp slap
put the hoe on her back
running 2 much lip
back to sleeping on that ass
Sittin peanut butter leather
letting baby fill my glass
bitch I’m ridin any weather
every stone up on the dash
gon n mash the fucking gas

AS PLAYA AS POSSIBLE

U PHONKY BIEUTCH U (PROD. KEVINTHECREEP)

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3. DOM - GLIMPSE

NEW ALBUM
FROM THE VAULT 3
@KEVINTHECREEP & DJ DOMSTA
COMING SOON

lyrics:

fien
for tha muthafuckin green smoke
steady gettin fetti
4 front doors
word to c-note
my time way too expensive
but i always make my fee hoe
she pullin up with the skee slope
so i hit the line like a free throw
now im deep divin
she deep throat
she suck the dick sentimental
i fill the blunt
in the back seat
of that 65 continental
in the center lane
of the 405
blowin killa 
jammin that spitta
I’m ridin round in that
back in time
bitch you ridin round in that rental


candy sittin clean
candy drippin on the floe

hoppin on them d’s
swangin on them 84s
										
wineberry seams
round the leather with the gold																			if you see me on the street
gon and light that fiya smoooooke		


candy sittin clean
candy drippin on the floe

hoppin on them d’s
swangin on them 84s

manifest my dreams
till Im physical no moe

see you movin with the scene
see us movin with the stones

FROM THE VAULT 3

2 BRICKS LATER

2 BRICKS LATER (PROD. KEVINTHECREEP)

prod. dj domsta

lyrics:

Playa done came dine 2 clean in that lo-lo
see me comin 
They get out the way

Pull the red carpet 
The annual hoe stroll
Window shop
Got ya bitch on display 

Think she at work 
But she pullin a no show 
She Get paid from her mouth 
And her legs 

Add to the fleet
While she keeping a low pro
wash the money throughout every state 



Sonically 
Fulfill the prophecy
Obviously 
Different
That’s why I can never relate 

How you caught up 
On them obstacles
Constantly 
Testing my nuts 
But I never astray

Ain’t finna sleep
Till I max out da bank

Hunnid trill
Then I’ll call it a day

Poppin seals
Like I’m docked on the bay 

Kiss of death 
Now your soul 
Is your payment

drippin wet paint
when i skate 
on them gold spokes

rain or shine 
sleet or snow
on the road foe it

dont come around 
if i do
then its love
for my folks

grind 
day 2 night
have my grandbabies
rollin foes
ridin clean
with that no tint
like some visine
give em clear view

stable of flavors
i might need a sample
foe i get go & get me a scoop

sip on the slime 
every time
we see screw 

dis customized pimpin
is something you cannot outdo

we poe purple rain
inside of this purple mink coup


give thanks to the cosmos
for everything
all that you do


Playa done came dine 2 clean in that lo-lo
see me comin 
They get out the way

Pull the red carpet 
The annual hoe stroll
Window shop
Got ya bitch on display 

Think she at work 
But she pullin a no show 
She Get paid from her mouth 
And her legs 

Add to the fleet 
While she keeping a low pro
wash the money throughout every state

Spotify

DAY 2 NIGHT (PROD. DJSUGARBOOGER)

prod. @mackjunt-sic

Lyrics:

Three hundred
Thirty three scales
Weight it to the tee

Watch it stack
Watch you on another spending spree

Trim the hedges
Y’all the fat
Just some bacon grease

Bigger slice
of the pie
Now Everybody eats


She need Savin like some four ways
She get no Fore play
Might catch a flight to smoke in Norway
I Spit that board game
  
Got that bitch
bangin down
My doorway
I’m not ya soul mate
I ride 1 deep
M Give my thanks
N Paint poetic portraits

You Wonder why you was ignored
Feelings too important
I just wanna ride around in Porsche’s
While lookin gorgeous


Make sure she clean it like some Colgate
Make there’s no stank
That golden silketh
Drape your highness
It could violent
But I stay silent


I’m creepin
Seekin for a freakin
On the weekend
I can tell that she ready to ride
Just by the way that I caught her peepin
So I pull up to her side
And give her the run down of my thinkin
This ghetto dream mentality
Alphabetical alchemy

International Jazz Playaz

Alphabetical Alchemy

SPOTIFY

ALPHABETICAL ALCHEMY [PROD. MACKJUNT.]

LYRICS:

Body rock
Body rock
Bounce 
Bounce 
2 dis

All my playaz 
In the back
Smoke a ounce 
2 dis 

tryna get the typa money
you can’t count 
2 dis 

You can try to imitate
Ain’t gon amount 2 shit (2x)


This shit ain’t show and tell
What you think 4 for?
Playa doggin in that pussy 
It’s my dojo 
Sprinkle exclusive game
You got adobo 
If the bieutch 
ain’t bout 
Her paper 
She a no go 
playa Lookin like a dream
In that 4 doe 
fittin mo hoes
In the low low
Bieutch this lovin
Neva Eva 
Made Me
moe doe
N these Skills pay the bills 
Bring-envelopes home

Told her she gon ride 
Or she watching
From the bleachers 

Romantic reminiscing 
She can’t focus 
She been fienin 

Fuck her life up
Mind stuck 
day dreamin

Thinkin bout that 
Money coulda got
Now that I’m beamin 


She Fuck it up
For herself 
Then try to point the finger

I Set aside emotions 
For the bag 
Said fuck the feelings

Took a risk 
Made the flip
My failure
Was my teacher

These trials & tribulations 
got me ready 
To face the reaper 

Body rock
Body rock
Bounce 
Bounce 
2 dis

All my playaz 
In the back
Smoke a ounce 
2 dis 

tryna get the typa money
you can’t count 
2 dis 

You can try to imitate
Ain’t gon amount 2 shit (2x)

NO-GO (PROD. DJSUGARBOOGER)

LYRICS:

money route
GPS
i aint like the rest
syrup spout
fuck a drought
and ya qualitest
show respect
my word
my rep
i cannot rest
till we stack this paper tall
stack it to my neck
i keep the tek
cus if i don’t
i could be next
im on the grind
i give it all
till aint nothin left
stomach screamin
pullin thefts
had to the clear shelf
promised god
ill repay
when i see dis wealth
karma beat me to my knees
lookin up for help
had to hang my head high
or hang it from a belt
aint nothin else

DOM & MF KHAOS - NOTHING LEFT (PROD.DJSUGARBOOGER)

LYRICS:

trynna ride the fence
playing sides
ima leave hoe
put a million bullets
thru the peephole
ding dong
slidin in her tummy
make her sing songs
(shhhhhhhhh)
bitch be quiet 
aint gon be long
feel a lil froggy
cold feet
betta leap hoe
fucked da bible verse
out her bio
she A freak hoe
freak show
pussy makin money every day of the week
don’t act like you neva daydream bout the cheese 
make a lil steam 
come n go as i please
never let em know
whatcha plot 
n ya scheme
double on the road
came back times three
knockin down her walls
if its kept pristine 

hit me for the runnit back
bieutch in ya dreams
you aint finna see me no moe
not again

RECIPROCATION

DAYDREAM (PROD. DJSUGARBOOGER)

LYRICS:

Trynna duplicate dis recipe
Cut you off
Vasectomy
These Hoes just accessories
Actin like necessities
Trynna lock me down
She ain’t finna get dis sesame
stain lookin next to me
Need aromatherapy
Secondly
Getcha own shit
For you step to me
Neva Eva beg n plea
Ima rake these money leaves
Cant leave the house
If it don’t involve Some chedda cheese
Sprinkle game like feta
If you cross me
Then you dead 2 me



Bitch fuck ya wedding ring
That ain’t no commitment
I ain’t buyin shit
What the fuck you think this Christmas?
Never made no sense to me
Thuggin On the webbetry
Talkin like you big
Yeen een
got no weaponry
Slab from the seventies
Marble on the switches
Playa born 2 ball
Triple numbers is my witness
Sippin on a remedy
Can you guess what this is?
VIP smoke
Invite only just to hit this

LIMITED TIME LUXURY (PROD. KEVINTHECREEP)

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2 LEGIT 2 PROVE (PROD. DRETTI FRANKS)

*** MUSIC VIDEO - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrAdNCiTFqk ***
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LYRICS:
We just trynna figure everything out
Hit detours but we still on the route
You be the glue
I'll be the grout
Eyes on the prize
And we'll get it no doubt
Never said I had it all figured out
Hit detours but we still on the route
Always the glue
Always the grout
Eyes on the prize
And we'll get it right now

Surrounded by smoke
Need it straight out the ground
Pulled out the mud
But look at us now
We said fuck a job
And still prevailed
They counted us out
While they live in their hell
Cash everywhere and they chasing some tail
Same boys pay for hair and they nails
Unless she make money
That pussy a jail
Mind on dead-stock
You always on sale

We just trynna figure everything out
Hit detours but we still on the route
You be the glue
I'll be the grout
Eyes on the prize
And we'll get it no doubt
Never said I had it all figured out
Hit detours but we still on the route
Always the glue
Always the grout
Eyes on the prize
And we'll get it right now

Eyez On The Prize

Music Video

EYEZ ON THE PRIZE (PROD. SHINIGAMI TENSHIN)

Playas paid regardless 
Can’t compare to our shit
Spark this
Don’t you touch the volume in my star ship 
No flash from the past 
Muthafuckas never saw dis 
LA 2 New Orleans 
Slabs looking flawless
Stopped at screw’s grave 
On the way back from Austin
Thankful for his energy
But crying ‘cause we lost him
Sail through every galaxy
Dodging bitches after me
They always  throwing salt up on my name
Speaking blasphemy 
When actually 
I’m setting up these wins
Thinking lavishly...
Do it magically 
Housewife to a hoe 
This ain’t no alchemy 
Just how it be 
Ain’t got no agenda
Just a strategy
It’s sad to see 
They doing the most
But never see the sheets 
Game tight 
Like a vice 
Might crack under pressure
And I bet you ain’t the only one
That she letting undress her 
She keeping them on hold 
‘Til you ain’t home 
Boy don’t you stress her
Rest in peace to Fat Pat
I keeps the lighters on my dresser

Sitting low pro
Methazine what we be sipping
Need some more dough
I’m trynna see ya hit a billion 
Till I’m no more
We losing sleep so we can get it
Don’t need no love 
But you can go and slide them digits 

Sittin low pro
Methazine what we be sippin 
Need some more dough
I’m trynna see ya hit a billion 
‘Til I’m no moe
We lose sleep so we can get it 
Don’t need no love
Playas gonna po’ up
Hol’ up

As Playa As Possible 2

Candy StarShip (Prod. Esco)

LYRICS:

Playa gained one bitch 
She sent two like red rover
I told ya 
This playa hail from Southern California 
We look a little better 
When we bending round them corners 
Can’t let a square in winners circle 
Spitta told me
Can’t ride the wave?
You gon’ need some bigger floaties
Stupid doo doo dum 
How I come 
Round the country 
Do it like it’s nothing 
Turned it into something
Put her through the reigns 
‘For I put her on the runway
Blame the Mac God 
For the game blessed upon thee 
Throwing 84’s
On the stretch white humvee 
See me looking lovely
Get the fuck from me 
Birds and the bees 
Yes I be’s bouts my honey
Gave her butterflies 
Now I’m poking on her tummy 
Yummy
Balling on a scallywag punk bieutch

Told them one at a time
Fall in love
Fall in line 
Always ball ‘til we fall
Smoking different color pine
Sitting cherry suede seats 
Make your bieutch
Hit recline 
Feel like Sun Ra 
In a cosmic black 65 
Riding on a cloud 
With them greased vogue tires 
Triple gold spokes 
Sent ya bieutch down a spiral 
Need to break a trick?
I’m the man you want to hire 
My bitches don’t retire 
We stack this money higher

Sun Ra in a 65 (Prod. FunkFinger)

music video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGArfk14Ij4

LYRICS:

For the slab FM on ya station 
Dj sugar booger on the mix
Gon’ and thank him
The haters
Molded this mentality 
Embraced it
Forced to get this mother fucking game up 
If she a no go 
She ain’t bring in no dough
I ain’t have to hear another word
Or even go ghost
Retrace ya steps
Say ya sorry 
Give me hope hoe 
Getting very close
To the point of sparing no hoe 
Drop you off with no coat
Bitch you gon’ be so cold
Like you in the middle of a ocean
On a row boat 
This ain’t for the sport of it
Bagged and transported it
Dragged me through the mud
I’m standing tall 
And looking gorgeous bieutch

I have to keep my sanity
That’s what made a man of me 
Had me moving different
Blood don’t mean that they’re ya family 
Can’t escape the pain playa 
That’s just how it has to be

DOMSTA

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