Lil juice cup beat for the heat

jc baily is my opp

CJ got crocks

H0pfull3y

(moving on from cj) ex slime

this is about xxxtentacion and how he helped us and how he rose to fame

in the dark

its all about CJ

jesse has that flow listen to the end (and a gyattttttttttttttttt)

jesse has that glow

[Verse 1]
Jesse walks in with a bounce in his step
Everybody’s whisperin’, “He’s a triple threat!”
Not just his style, not just that hair
He’s got a secret weapon that he don’t share

[Pre-Chorus]
He rings like a bell when he’s feelin' the groove
Got that strut and a whole lotta moves
You might think I mean his bling or his swing—
But baby, no, it’s a different thing

[Chorus]
Jesse’s got a ding-a-ling, swingin’ with flair
It’s got a whole fan club, not just his hair
People double-take when he walks down the hall
They say, “That boy’s got the boldest of all!”
Oh no, we don’t mean a bell or a ring
We’re talkin’ Jesse’s ding-a-ling!

[Verse 2]
Some say it’s magic, some say it’s fate
That Jesse’s got a vibe no one can replicate
He’s smooth with the words, sweet with the song
And yes, the rumors? They’re not wrong

[Pre-Chorus]
He don’t brag, he don’t show
But somehow everybody knows
A little legend that makes the town sing
The myth, the man… the ding-a-ling

[Chorus]
Jesse’s got a ding-a-ling, gold-certified
He don’t need to flaunt — it's his natural pride
From L.A. to New Orleans
People chant about the king of jeans
Oh yeah, not a bell or a ringtone bling—
It’s Jesse’s ding-a-ling!

[Bridge]
Let’s be clear, it’s all in good fun
He’s more than just that, he’s the whole package, hon
But when they talk 'bout Jesse with that wild grin
They always laugh and say, “Yep… that’s him.”

[Final Chorus]
Jesse’s got a ding-a-ling, worldwide fame
He walks and the world just screams his name
It’s legendary, kinda obscene
But only in the most respectful scene
Oh please don’t blush, just join the sing—
About Jesse’s ding-a-ling 🎶



jesses ding a ling

[Verse 1]
Well Darren came strollin’ down Main Street slow,
Every step he took made the ground below moan.
Sidewalk cracked like a lightning strike,
Fire hydrant shot up like the Fourth of July!

[Chorus]
'Cause he’s 500 pounds of pure momentum,
Steppin' on stuff like he never meant 'em.
Benches break and the floors give in,
When Big D’s walkin’, the chaos begins!
Oh Lord, he don’t tip-toe,
When Darren moves — the world says “NO!”

[Verse 2]
He sat on a swing — now it’s a lawn ornament,
He leaned on a fence — now it's a memory print.
Tried ridin' a scooter, that thing gave a cry,
Spun once in a circle, then said its goodbye.

[Chorus]
Yeah, 500 pounds of rumblin’ thunder,
Everywhere he goes, stuff pulls asunder.
Bar stools snap and trampolines cry,
When Darren jumps in, they shoot to the sky!
Oh no, it’s not a drill,
It’s Darren again with them gravity skills!

[Bridge]
But he laughs it off, got a heart that’s wide,
More bounce to the ounce and pride in his stride.
He might leave a dent in your favorite chair,
But he’ll fix it up ‘cause he’s cool like that, yeah!

[Final Chorus]
So here’s to Darren, the legend grown,
Breaking the rules and occasionally a home.
He don’t mean harm, just a larger-than-life man,
With a big ol’ grin and a powerful slam!
Yeah he’s breakin’ norms and breakin’ chairs,
But we love Big D — no one else compares!

500 pound darron

[Verse 1]
He walks in the room, every head turns around,
Flexin’ those arms, yeah, he’s liftin’ the town.
Got a six-pack carved like a Roman statue,
And a smile so smooth it’ll flat-out catch you.

But he’s got that little patch on the top of his dome,
Like a spotlight from heaven, he owns it like a throne.
Hairline’s retreatin’, but he don’t care,
'Cause confidence like his is truly rare.

[Chorus]
Oh, Dawson Parrott, you’re a work of art,
Muscles like mountains, and a glowing heart.
You’re rockin’ that bald spot, baby, it’s true,
It shines like a star — and I’m lost in you.
You're my galaxy guy, my gym-sculpted king,
With a shimmer on top that makes my soul sing.

[Verse 2]
Tried to hide it with a hat, but why even try?
When the moon’s got nothin’ on that sparkle in the sky.
He’s got protein shakes and that Friday smirk,
The kind that makes a heart skip and go berserk.

He’s lifting my mood like he lifts them weights,
With a heart so big, it elevates.
That bald spot glows in the pale moonlight,
And I swear it's never looked so right.

[Chorus]
Oh, Dawson Parrott, you’re my shining flame,
Even gravity’s jealous of your name.
You’re jacked and you're sweet, yeah, the whole damn crew
Can’t touch the vibe that I get from you.
You’re my full eclipse, my post-gym star,
With a gleam on your head and love in your arms.

[Bridge]
I don’t need perfect hair, I want you real —
And baby, you’re the full-course meal.
From curls to chrome, you’ve got it all,
From that powerful chest to your glimmering skull.

[Final Chorus]
Dawson Parrott, you're the man of dreams,
With your cut-up abs and protein routines.
That bald spot’s magic, lighting the night,
I fell for the shine and I’m holding tight.
Yeah, shine on, baby, just the way you are —
'Cause even stars wish on your star.



dawsons bald spot

[Intro]
Yo, who’s that kid with the fruity breeze?
Clouds in the hallway, coughin’ with ease…
Oh snap — it’s Jesse! 💨😤

[Verse 1]
Jesse walks in, flavor on lock,
Vape in his hand like he runs the block.
Blueberry blast and watermelon ice,
Teachers like “BOY, you best think twice!”

He’s got clouds in math and mango in gym,
Whole classroom foggy — can’t see him.
Tryna flex hard in a fake gold chain,
But that grape smoke makin' us insane.

[Chorus]
🎶 Jesse! Jesse! King of the cloud,
Puffin' so loud, he’s practically a crowd.
Bubblegum dreams and minty fresh pride,
Blowin' O’s like a boss worldwide! 🎶

[Verse 2]
Snapback tilted, lookin’ like a DJ,
Caught in the stall, tryna vape in 3 ways.
"Bro, it's not smoke, it's just a vibe,”
But the janitor slipped — now there’s a fine.

He vapes at lunch, vapes on Zoom,
Clouds so thick they fog up the room.
TikTok dance with a puff in hand,
Viral again? That’s Jesse’s brand.

[Bridge – Dramatic autotune moment]
But one day mom found his stash,
Vape flew out like a lightning flash.
She said, “Beta, no more clouds,”
Now Jesse’s grounded — but still proud.

[Final Chorus]
🎶 Jesse! Jesse! Still got the style,
Even without vapes, he’s drippin’ a mile.
He’s clean now — but still the same,
The legend of clouds, forever the name! 🎶

jesses breeze

[Verse 1]
Midnight lights in the garage glow,
Hunter's posted, takin’ it slow.
Old school ride, got that retro feel,
Tan leather seats and a Coke on the wheel.

Safety shades and a half-smile smirk,
He’s got charm and a little bit of quirk.
No rush, just vibe and heat,
Lookin’ like a king in the driver’s seat.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hands on the wheel, yeah, he’s locked in,
Playlist bumpin’, let the night begin.
He’s not tryna flex — it’s just how he be,
Cool without tryin’, effortlessly.

[Chorus]
Hunter in the driver’s seat,
Pullin’ up smooth with a laid-back beat.
Got that "don’t care" hair and a confident lean,
A heart full of dreams and a head full of steam.
Boy's got style, boy’s got heat—
Hunter in the driver’s seat.

[Verse 2]
Curls like static, sparks in the air,
Garage like a stage, spotlight stare.
Screwdrivers hang like electric art,
But he’s the engine with the beating heart.

Drivin’ nowhere, but it still feels right,
Just a chair and a vibe on a Friday night.
No map, no plan, no need to compete,
He’s already won — just take your seat.

[Pre-Chorus]
Phone on low, world on pause,
He’s building more than just applause.
Every little move got a subtle heat,
Quiet confidence, not on repeat.

[Chorus]
Hunter in the driver’s seat,
Pullin’ up smooth with a laid-back beat.
Got that "don’t care" hair and a confident lean,
A heart full of dreams and a head full of steam.
Boy's got style, boy’s got heat—
Hunter in the driver’s seat.

[Bridge]
And he don’t need no neon signs,
His glow is built in overtime.
Gasoline soul and a rhythm so sweet,
Turn the key — feel the heartbeat.

[Final Chorus]
Hunter in the driver’s seat,
Sunset boy with a low-key streak.
No fame chase, just his own beat,
Turnin’ gears to his own heartbeat.
Yeah, he’s wild, and he’s elite—
Hunter in the driver’s seat.

hunter in the driver seat

[Verse 1]
They were born on the same cool May morning,
Two souls under one soft sky.
But one walked in with the world adoring,
The other just watched time pass by.

Colton’s laugh could melt the silence,
Hunter kept his words inside.
You’d swear they were mirrors in the daylight,
But only one got the ride.

[Pre-Chorus]
And Mama said, “You both got stars in your eyes,”
But stars don’t shine the same in every sky.

[Chorus]
Colton gets the girls, gets the glances, gets the dance,
While Hunter plays the chords but never gets the chance.
They look the same, but hearts don’t lie,
One soars high, the other asks why.
And it’s hard to win
When you’re the shadow of a twin.

[Verse 2]
Colton talks and the room starts turning,
Hunter speaks, but it don’t land.
Same grin, same walk, same bloodline,
But still no helping hand.

In their town, Colton's a wildfire story,
Hunter’s just a quiet breeze.
One got gold, the other glory
Buried in melodies.

[Pre-Chorus]
And Daddy said, “Son, don’t chase the sun,”
But it’s hard when you’re the dimmer one.

[Chorus]
Colton gets the girls, gets the lights, gets the crown,
While Hunter’s got the songs no one’s written down.
They look the same, but soul runs deep,
One’s awake, while one’s asleep.
And it’s hard to begin
When you’re the shadow of a twin.

[Bridge – Acoustic, dreamy vibe]
But late at night, when the house is still,
Colton hums the notes that Hunter feels.
The spotlight fades, but the echo stays—
Some hearts burn quiet for all their days.

[Final Chorus – Harmonized, powerful]
Colton gets the girls, gets the cheers, gets the flame,
But Hunter’s got a truth no one can name.
They look the same, but that ain’t the end…
'Cause some songs don’t need to pretend.
And maybe that’s the win…
Not just the shadow of a twin.

the shadow of a twin

Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, you know what it is
P Diddy with the oils—fragrant flex!
Take a sniff, take a sip, don’t slip, uh

[Verse 1]
Walk in the room, what’s that scent?
Gold-plated bottles, heaven-sent
Lavender, oud, Egyptian musk
Drippin’ in oils like I bathe in trust

Cedarwood smooth, sandalwood divine
Got oils older than your grandma’s wine
From Morocco to Dubai, straight finesse
Rub a little on my neck, now I’m smellin’ success

[Chorus]
P Diddy with the oils, got that glow (got that glow)
Every drop pure, man, it’s all for show (yeah, yeah)
From the safe to the shelf, that vintage drip
Even angels wanna get a lil' whiff (woo!)
Oil collection, flexin' divine
Diddy don't sweat—he aromatize time

[Verse 2]
Got frankincense in a Versace case
And myrrh straight blessed by a priest's embrace
Roll-on gold, no spray for me
I'm a mogul, baby, this scent ain’t free

One drop on the wrist, crowd turnin' heads
Got twelve oils sittin’ where I count my bread
Patchouli vibes, white rose in the wind
Even my cologne got its own Benz

[Bridge]
He don’t just own it—he curate that stash
Each bottle got a story, each scent got cash
Y’all talk drip, he bottle that term
Oil game cold, let it burn, let it burn!

[Chorus]
P Diddy with the oils, got that glow (that glow)
Every note rich like a platinum show (yeah)
From the vault to the dome, he scentin’ fate
Even time stops to appreciate (hold up!)
Oil collection, flexin’ divine
Diddy don’t age—he distills the line

[Outro]
Slicker than silk, smoother than wine
Oils so rare, they redefine shine
No smoke, no mist, just that roll-on soul
P Diddy got the oils, and the world on hold

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