prod. TWOHVNS

LYRICS:

Exitallure.com
Bitch

I’m a big bag runner
She doin’ what I wanna
Count them numbers
I know ‘em by the hundreds 
Bitch act dumber
She ain’t gettin my number

Listen
Gettin’ to the bag
You know I’m countin’ racks, hoe
Whippin’ all the splash
And she call me her dad, hoe
Semi automatic
You know this shit get tragic, hoe
Do it democratic
We livin’ in the West Wing, tho

She want an ice tray
Ion know that hoe
But she do it my way
I say “Ok hoe”
But she gon’ die away
Yeah, she not for long
I might love her tho
We bangin’ off the wall

Almost lost my mind
Cuz I’m in love wit bitch
Almost cost me time
By spendin’ time with bitch
Goin’ down that line
We gon’ break a brick

I’m a big bag runner
She doin’ what I wanna
Count them numbers
I know ‘em by the hundreds 
Bitch act dumber
She ain’t gettin my number

Whatcha heard bro
2 days on my 3rd O
Flexing paper money
I know that he still broke 
I don’t leave the crib
But I buy so much damn clothes
I don’t need no bitch 
But I still like to get close
I might take her to the West Wing
When EA ain’t home
Yeah, you bought that shirt to lose it on a stretcher, hoe
This bitch said we fucked
I think that i forgot that hoe
Think I forgot that bitch
Hit you through limo tint
All that barking irrelevant 
Broke as hell, I was hittin cars
I was sellin shit
Riding round tryna find a lick
Said imma get it by any means
Imma make sure my mama rich

I’m a big bag runner
She doin’ what I wanna
Count them numbers
I know ‘em by the hundreds 
Bitch act dumber
She ain’t gettin my number

NUMBERS (feat. StevieGoyard) (prod. twohvns)

dj f*ck {fgh + jifty}

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@xionun @xionsreign
@yoch4se @yoch4se
@lucid740 @lucid740

Vocals: Xionun
Production: Yoch4se, Lucid740
Mixing & Mastering: Xionun
Cover Art: Xionun

Lyrics ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[Chorus]
(Yeah, Yahyahyahyah
Yahyahyahyah, yahyahyahayah)
Yeah
I'm hoping you noticed
Like Midas I'm golden (yeah)
Like paper you folding
Too hot you can't hold it (yeah)
Too hot you can't hold my hand
Gimme The Bass rock out like band (woah)
I'm on the mic just like Rock Band
These niggas too fake not my friends (Yah)
Take a trip I land
I can't see you through my lens
Fu-Fu-Fu-Fuck I did it again
I never thought that I would win (Ch-Chyeah)
I never thought that I would make it like this (No)
Too high in the clouds like I'm up in a space ship (yeah)
I feel a type of way I swear I hate to admit (I hate that I do)
I don't even like my face it's like I hate I exist
I, I been up in my way

[Pre-Chorus]
I been stuck I aint in no phase
I aint tryna box, aint catching no fades
I'm tryna show them I'm the way (I'm the way)

[Chorus]
Yeah
I'm hoping you noticed (yeah)
Like Midas I'm golden (woo)
Like paper you folding (yeah)
Too hot you can't hold it (woah)
Too hot you can't hold my hand
Gimme The Bass rock out like band
I'm on the mic just like Rock Band
These niggas too fake not my friends (Yah, Bye)
Take a trip I land
I can't see you through my lens
Fu-Fu-Fu-Fuck I did it again
I never thought that I would win
I never thought that I would make it like this 
(I never thought I would make it)
Too high in the clouds like I'm up in a space ship (chyeah)
I feel a type of way I swear I hate to admit 
I don't even like my face it's like I hate I exist (woah)
I, I been up in my way (oh my god)

[Verse]
Yah, I cant een' wait, I gotta go, I'm on the way (way, yeah)
You way too slow I been on a roll quicken yo pace
I gotta walk through, step in my shoes, tighten my lace (chyeah)
Kicking shit like punt nigga get the fuck out my way 
I remember them days I was on my ass now I'm tryna go up (oah, woah)
Niggas saying they gang, saying "first class" (oah)
You don't even know us (you don't even know us, yeah)
Old ones they lame left in the past why you aint show up (oah)
Bite down with my fangs moving like a bat with my fuckin cobras (oah)
With my snakes my soldier
They tryna be over
I said it's game over
(I swear it's game over)

[Chorus]

Yeah
I'm hoping you noticed 
Like Midas I'm golden 
Like paper you folding 
Too hot you can't hold it 
Too hot you can't hold my hand
Gimme The Bass rock out like band
I'm on the mic just like Rock Band
These niggas too fake not my friends (Yah)
Take a trip I land
I can't see you through my lens (No I cannot see)
Fu-Fu-Fu-Fuck I did it again
I never thought that I would win (Never thought I would win, win)
I never thought that I would make it like this (hey)
Too high in the clouds like I'm up in a space ship (chyeah)
I feel a type of way I swear I hate to admit 
I don't even like my face it's like I hate I exist (woah)
I, I been up in my way (oh my god)
(Yeah)

HateToAdmit (Prod. Yoch4se x Lucid740)

Life - ISI [Temqlate]

definition of life (northernfaction)

You then hit my phone bch you late

I know you like girls too
fuck it bae we can go 2 way

Kinda latched on
Bch I can't "bye" now

I then ode'd in my crib
Yea I'm fine now

Lay right there
Hope they don't find me

Might look like I'm dead
But bae I'm vibing

I'm too high bch
I blast off just like a rocket

Forgot that h** ain't my bch
That h** she my colleague

I like the way that you be talking
But fck your p**** poppin

Oh I like how you went laid up

Cover your body in diamonds

I think it match your alignment

Fuck

Think a lot of shit that I deal with
Nigga couldn't put up with

I ain't lying but I still love you
Bae I'm chilling up with you

But I'm laying with you

Yea I'm laying up with you

If bye bch throw the duce

If vibes bae throw the Duce

If bye bae throw the Duce up

you wanna talk bout me
but you never cared

You wanna talk bout me
I always cared

You wanna talk bout pain
But never cared bout mines

You wanna talk bout pain
But never cared bout mines

I had to call up my mans
To tell em "pick me up"

No it wasn't far
 that you ain't live ya life

Baby I always cared
I just didn't hear you right

Baby I always cared
But I didn't hear you right

Baby I always cared

You don't wanna answer the phone

Pull up to your crib
Left my heart in your mailbox

Seen you with another nigga
I know i ain't frowned up

But I ain't gon lie
That bih hitting me in my mind crazy

impair

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@xionun @xionsreign
@1kko @word2ko

mixed, mastered, recorded by me
produced by word2ko

NUMBERS (feat. StevieGoyard) (prod. twohvns)

exitallure (@exitallure)