1st Hunnid [prod. Starhart, Yeat]

Butler p.aidan8

Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm saggin' my jeans till my nuts, hurt
Girl, show me your titties and butt, first
bitch i do not care bout that info, info
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, her

My watch, I'm tryna bust, her
Ring, ring, I'm callin' my butler
I'm fuckin' her, I cannot love her, baby

Yeah, it's too fed, I know
Can't hang around him, no
Yeah, my wrist bust down, it's cold
I'm shinin' head to toe, yeah
bitch i pullup and damage it
Bitch, it is what it is
Yeah, I know you can't handle this
Yea, i say what i mean

Yeah, I say what I want
Yeah, I do as I please
I might just take that lil bitch from the front row
Get her down on her knees
I cannot be fallin' in love with a thot

Half of they follows, I know that they bought
Yeah, let me see what you got
Let me see what you bought
Margiella, Margiella, Margiella

Lil' bitch, I'm a smart fella
Do i got rick boy yea i got hella
You think you sick, im better

Yeah, I'm saggin' my jeans till my nuts, hurt
Girl, show me your titties and butt, first
bitch i do not care bout that info, info
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, her

My watch, I'm tryna bust, her
Ring, ring, I'm callin' my butler
I'm fuckin' her, I cannot love her, baby

Yeah, it's too fed, I know
Can't hang around him, no
Yeah, my wrist bust down, it's cold
I'm shinin' head to toe, yeah
bitch i pullup and damage it
Bitch, it is what it is
Yeah, I know you can't handle this
Yea, i say what i mean

Yeah, it's too fed, I know
Can't hang around him, no
Yeah, my wrist bust down, it's cold
I'm shinin' head to toe, yeah
bitch i pullup and damage it
Bitch, it is what it is
Yeah, I know you can't handle this
Yea, i say what i mean

Butler

Rickk Ross p. blanq

Lyrics:
Hey, I'm throwing the racks right up in the air
lil' bitch, I'm going down
I feel like Rick Ross, I like Pears
Bitch, I'm eating now

Hey, and they trying to come up to my place
Yeah, they won't say that shit to my face
Hey, I made a whole lot of bank today
Lil' bitch, I'm in livin' good

I'm throwing the racks right up in the air
lil' bitch, I'm going down
I feel like Rick Ross, I like Pears
Bitch, I'm eating now

Hey, and they trying to come up to my place
Yeah, they won't say that shit to my face
Hey, I made a whole lot of bank today
Lil' bitch, I'm in livin' good

Yeah, I see what it is
I see what it isn't
Yeah, just look at my wrist damn
And look at it glisten

Bitch, I'm on the top floor
Lil' bitches, I need five more
She say, why you hardcore
Bitch, i went and bought more

Yeah, yeah
All you gotta do is hold it right down
I just be thumbing through big amounts
I'm kicking that door, im in and out

Like, bitch, I beat it out
That's what I've been about
Yeah, they not trying to hear me out

Hey, I'm throwing the racks right up in the air
lil' bitch, I'm going down
I feel like Rick Ross, I like Pears
Bitch, I'm eating now

Hey, and they trying to come up to my place
Yeah, they won't say that shit to my face
Hey, I made a whole lot of bank today
Lil' bitch, I'm in livin' good

Hey, I'm throwing the racks right up in the air
lil' bitch, I'm going down
I feel like Rick Ross, I like Pears
Bitch, I'm eating now

Hey, and they trying to come up to my place
Yeah, they won't say that shit to my face
Hey, I made a whole lot of bank today
Lil' bitch, I'm in livin' good

Rickk Ross

Outside p.carttie

Lyrics:

Hey Yuh, why don't you step outside
Yuh, I got some killas yea I got some shootas they do that shit yea for a dime
Hey Yuh, Fuck yo shit it's mine
Whole lotta M's a whole lotta M's, touch me and somebody die
Hey Yuh, why don't you step outside
Yuh, I got some killas yea I got some shootas they do that shit yea for a dime
Hey Yuh, Fuck yo shit its mine
Whole lotta M's a whole lotta M's, touch me and somebody die

Touch me and somebody shoot, touch me and somebody die
I ride around with that ugh, I ride around with that fye
She wanna hang with the goats, she wanna hang with the guys
Yea, one way yea to dubai, yea took a fine lil bitch to the sky
Go ahead test me, you get fyed, I'm on CS all the time
I'm on CS and they see us, we throw smokes, cant see us

Hey Yuh, why don't you step outside
Yuh, I got some killas yea I got some shootas they do that shit yea for a dime
Hey Yuh, Fuck yo shit its mine
Whole lotta M's a whole lotta M's, touch me and somebody die
Hey Yuh, why don't you step outside
Yuh, I got some killas yea I got some shootas they do that shit yea for a dime
Hey Yuh, Fuck yo shit its mine
Whole lotta M's a whole lotta M's, touch me and somebody die

Outside

Gunnr - 6ixfeet prod. mayhem

Lyrics: 

Heard you switching up, Heard you switching sides
We gon' get you touched bitch, like we don't let that slide
Big ahh fucking truck, Big ahh fuckin ugh.
Yea, Money all around me, had to tell that bitch its stuck
Heard you switching up, Heard you switching sides
We gon' get you touched bitch, like we don't let that slide
Big ahh fucking truck, Big ahh fuckin ugh.
Yea, Money all around me, had to tell that bitch its stuck

Ugh webs on my knife, webs on gloves
Yea lil bitch you not my type, had to tell lil bitch you not enough
yuh, Money don't really mean shit to me okay, cause i got it all
yea, bitch I keep me some enemies, they praying on me yea to fall
They want me six feet deep okay
shhh six feet deep okay
bitch, i love the racks, i might just flood out the face

Heard you switching up, Heard you switching sides
We gon' get you touched bitch, like we don't let that slide
Big ahh fucking truck, Big ahh fuckin ugh.
Yea, Money all around me, had to tell that bitch its stuck
Heard you switching up, Heard you switching sides
We gon' get you touched bitch, like we don't let that slide
Big ahh fucking truck, Big ahh fuckin ugh.
Yea, Money all around me, had to tell that bitch its stuck

6ixfeet

Lyrics:

Yea What you want lil bitch i know its me
Yea In the backseat my wicki be drivin me
Yea shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat
Shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat

Yea What you want lil bitch i know its me
Yea In the backseat my wicki be drivin me
Yea shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat
Shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat

Yea fuck what they say about me cause you know shit about me
Yea Fuck what they tryna tell me cause we dont live the same

We don't live bitch we don't live the same
We don't live bitch we don't live the same
Bitch I countup racks I know you countin' up pennies
Bitch her ass so fat she give me head like Becky

Yeah I'm sippin' on Wicked bitch bitch I be wicked
Bitch bitch I be with it ah no i aint finished

Yea What you want lil bitch i know its me
Yea In the backseat my wicki be drivin me
Yea shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat
Shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat

Yea What you want lil bitch i know its me
Yea In the backseat my wicki be drivin me
Yea shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat
Shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat

Ah shit I get any nigga hit
Lil' baby what would you do for this cash yeah
Let's go spend it in Rick

Let me buy you a new AP plane
Instead of a ass instead of some tits yeah
You know I be gone off that drank
Let me go pour up some tris let me pour up some tris

My life is so lit you bitches so sick yeah
You try to throw dirt on the kid
You shitted on me and just makin' me rich
I just might go buy a lake

You best get the fuck out my face
You bitches be makin' me rich
Now you be sick in the face
What the fuck do with your life yeah

You need to go open a business
You need to go get you some
You need to go get you some digits
You need to go get you some digits

I brag bout my riches I shit on these bitches
You need to go get you a business

Yea What you want lil bitch i know its me
Yea In the backseat my wicki be drivin me
Yea shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat
Shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat

Yea What you want lil bitch i know its me
Yea In the backseat my wicki be drivin me
Yea shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat
Shoot out the back yea shoot out the back seat

Shoot out shoot out shoot out shoot out shoot out the backseat


Wicki Drivin (feat. Summrs) p.omat

Wicki Drivin

Wicki Drivin (feat. Summrs)

Gunnr - Wicki Wimmie (feat. Rich Amiri) produced by cgk

Lyrics:
Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

I'm fuckin' a model bitch just for the day Bitch I wake up and I'm smokin' on dank
Yo, a whole lotta shit I can't say Yea, why would I say it to you

Yea, watch my whole life change Yea, I used to be like you
Yea, you and me, we ain't the same I put in more work than you
Yea, Ima die for this shit, Ima die for the lifestyle
I'm up so quick, watch then all bite now Live it, live it, I live alright now

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

Yo, ayy, bitch I rock out no guitar Fuckin' foreign broads, pullin' up in foreign cars
And I'm in a stroller, go two twenty, goin' far Shawty on her knees that hoe is prayin' to the Lord

Bust her up, I drop a little bag on her, bruh Then she go, she gone, then she go, she gone
Clutchin' on my Toolie, FN in the carbon Got too many wheels, I need no one callin' me
Cash me, bag up, yeah, yeah Bag up, stack up, yeah, yeah
Stack up, cash out, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

WICKED

Wicki Wimmie

Wicki Wimmie (feat. Rich Amiri)

Wenzde just released two straight bangers called “not average” & “broke/dumb”. Where he talks about his lifestyle, his style, fake friends & being broke while on the verge of blowing up. He also says “2024 is his year!” Wenzde is definitely different from other artists! Have you heard of him?

Spazzed

Ghost

Dontcare

plaqueboy (prod Tob)

Artist

IG: _wenzde
YouTube: Wenzde.

Wenzde just released two straight bangers called “not average” & “broke/dumb”. Where he talks about his lifestyle, his style, fake friends & being broke while on the verge of blowing up. He also says “2024 is his year!” Wenzde is definitely different from other artists! Have you heard of him?

Ghost

Wenzde

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