Chanukkah trap city

L’chainz featuring lil skinny p

Queen (No Laws)

Gold Fashioned

Don’t get mad, get glad

Nine Two Hoe

H.B.F.O

Pewter City Flow

Fuck The DH

Lyrics:

Tripping through the airwaves
Dipping down them stairways
Coveted attention got
these bitches popping champagne
Countin all my cash yo I'm bout to need a damn bank
stay so fucking high that you might call my life an airplane
Stay sane
Get brain
slick like a lamprey
This bitch she feel asleep I woke her up and told her
Can't stay
Sorbet
Drip day
Money looking blue ways
Cheddar in my pocket, dairy free if you a bitch, eyyyy
Green bay
All day
Packing up the champagne
Leave these bitches dead, just call me Rodgers up on gameday
Big ways
Get paid
Racks up on the airplane
I'm getting fucking higher, I'm about to need an airtank
Big wave
Drip staright
Gucci on my damn brain
Gang gang coming if you fuck with us the wrong way
This way
Wet chains
Trippin on that green wave
All I know is trapping, dreidels, mitvahs, and the big bank
Last day
Let's say
You know what it is, hey
Fuck with dreidel dripzzz and I'ma put you of your ass eyyyyyyyyyyy


I be fucking fresh
Higher than the rest
Mist dripping off my neck
Patek phillipe my Sunday best

Woah
Fucking with my hands up off the wheel
And my eyes not on the road
Woah
You know that we doing this for real
Bitch this ain't a fucking show
Woah
All these hoes be grabbing at my chain
What the fuck they think they know
Woah
Fucking with the highest in the room
Gotta let these bitches go
Woah

Boujee fucking bitches 
Wanna hate cause I'm efficient
Making motherfuckers livid 
Twisted up the coefficient
Lost in space, Europa dreams
Got my kush and got my cream
Tripping down
I drown
Within the sound
Around on icy rings
All my haters little hoes 

Bitch i'm a supernova
my money not short
Hoe, I already told ya
Drip a Galaxy
From my 18' Corolla
White like the ice
On my neck where it's cold bruh 

White like the ice
On my neck where it's cold bruh
Gang gang with me
Bitch i already I told ya
All the hoes are telling me
They ready to come over
Better bring them snacks
Bitch I'll put you in the toaster
Pop tart
Don't start
You a roller coaster
Shop smart
S Mart
Little bitch a boaster
Gang gang
Get fame
Fuck I got the most cause

L’Chot

Do you Speak it? (Woah)

Lyrics:

Please don't leave your house bitch, shut it down
Coronas got you feeling down
Everything is covered in the virus germs
Stay inside these bitches never learn
Covid-19
Ventilate
Respirator
Don't feel great
Rona tall boys
What I need
Virus germs
We will defeat
Shut it down
I do not care
Corona Virus
Everywhere
Snuff it out
Flatten the curve
Purge it from
This fucking Earth

SHUT IT FUCKING DOWN BITCH

Shut it Down

Just a Jewish guy, an, iPad, his best friend, and to many influences to mention

Dreidel Dripzzz

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