//THIS IS A FANMADE REMIX I HAVE NO AFFILIATIONS WITH ANYBODY WHO MADE THE ORIGINAL SONGS//

LYRICS:

Bitches complain 'cause I love to play
Diamonds on skate, diamonds rollerblade
Shawty in love, shawty wanna skate
Shawty in love, shawty wanna date
A mil' on me, two mil' on me
Three mil' on me, ten mil' on me
All this drip on me, all this drip on me
Drip on me, all this drip on me
Yeah, goofy bitch, yeah, you
Just a clown, ooh, yeah
Buy a Wesson, bitch, I'm
Shootin' rounds, ooh, yeah
F&N leave a nigga down
Waterboy, huh, pass the towel, huh
I got drip, huh, yeah, Carti go too wild, ooh
Nick Cannon, huh, uh, ayy, find your style
Ooh i got swag, uh, hey go too well, ooh
Made my mama proud, huh
Platinum now, hold on, ayy
I ain't broke, I can't see you
Hit 'em with the stick then leave 'em out
I'm from the south, I'm from the south, uh
Yeah
South Atlanta, where the fuck was you? Ooh
Yeah i'm with them reds, I can't
Fuck with blue, ooh, yeah
But shout out blue because they
Keep it true, ooh, yeah
I fucked the Sprite up, can't
Fuck with Dew, ooh, yeah
I fucked that bitch, yeah, can't
Fuck with dude, ooh, what?
Bitches complain 'cause I love to play
Diamonds on skate, diamonds rollerblade
Shawty in love, shawty wanna skate
Shawty in love, shawty wanna date
A mil' on me, two mil' on me
Three mil' on me, ten mil' on me
All this drip on me, all this drip on me
Drip on me, all this drip on me
That's what I do, bitch, check that résumé
Ooh
Play your bitch 'cause I love to play, ooh
What?
Play your bitches 'cause we love to play
What? Ooh
That's what I do bitch, fuck that resume
Gucci on my sweater, Gucci on my sweater
Boy, you can't do better
You got nothin' on that never on that level
I got bricks in the sensor
That nigga don't want no pressure (yeah)
That nigga don't want no pressure (yeah)
I squeeze him like a gusher (yeah)
These niggas out here pussy (yeah)
Y'all niggas don't want no pressure (yeah)
I freestyle on the track (yeah)
I do this shit so lovely (yeah)
Bald head bitch and my bro got the K (yeah)
Bad bitch suck the dick, yeah
My diamonds skate
Rollerblade (yeah) , I got Bathing Ape, uh
80K, huh, just to hit the stage, ooh
Let 'em know, gotta let 'em know
Bitches complain 'cause I love to play
Diamonds on skate, diamonds rollerblade
Shawty in love, shawty wanna skate
Shawty in love, shawty wanna date
A mil' on me, two mil' on me
Three mil' on me, ten mil' on me
All this drip on me, all this drip on me
Drip on me, all this drip on me

Mil' on Me

aesthetic type beat (Prod. Flub)

//THIS IS A FANMADE REMIX I HAVE NO AFFILIATIONS WITH ANYBODY WHO MADE THE ORIGINAL SONGS//

LYRICS:

[chorus]
Uh, ooh, ayy
Percocet, I'm on that lean shit
Got more chains than Flip
I be in the field with the shit
Got more guns than Tip (Ooh, what? What?)
Put that LSD on her lip (What? What?)
Take a LA bitch on a trip (What? What?)
Put that LSD on her lip (What? What?)
Take a nigga bitch on a trip (What? What?)
Put that LSD on her lip (What? What?)
Take a nigga bitch off the trip (What?)

[Post-Chorus]
2 AM on the dot (Ooh, what? Uh)
Sippin' on that Wock' (Huh, what?)
South Fulton with the with the Glock (Huh, what? Ooh)
South Fulton with the Glock (Uh, what? Ooh)
Pull up in a spaceship
Ducked off with your main bitch
Bad bitch wanna fuck me
In my hair like dandruff
Celebrate like banquet, huh, bad bitch, uh, ooh
Suck on me like, "Damn, bitch," quicksand (Sand, what?)
Bad bitch (Uh, ooh)
Rubber bands (Ooh, ooh)
Talkin' tags (Ooh)
Poppin' tags (Ooh, ooh)
Shopping bags (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse]
What? Get that cash, show 'em how to ball
I got, uh, moneybags, money sittin' tall
I got all these hoes, they tryna lick the dong (Huh, what?)
Oh my god, huh, Carti be a don (Ooh)
Carti dick her down, hoo, Carti get it on, huh
Bitches wanna fuck, uh, ho get canned again
Bitches spit the dick, uh, niggas sayin' I'm kin (Hey)
Nigga, I don't know that man, ooh, nigga, that ain't my friend, huh
Nigga don't got them bands, ooh, Yung Carti got bands (Ooh)
All these bitches in my pants, saggin' up my pants (Ooh, uh)
I'm in love, hoo, ooh, gotta bust (Uh, ooh)
Taking Xannies (Hoo, uh)
School bus (Ooh, ooh)
Oh my God (Ooh, what?)
Who that is? (Uh)

[Bridge]
Oh my God, I'm so lean and I'm so lit (Hoo, what?)
Pass Pi'erre two hoes, nutted in that bitch (Hoo, what?)
All my niggas keep a stick, they in this bitch (Hoo, what?)
Call they dad, say, "I need some cash" (What?)
We in Interscope, talking moneybags (Huh, ooh)
Oh my god, bitch, I need another bag (Huh, ooh)
I might pop the tag, might just pop this lead (Hoo, what?)
I might pop the tag, might just cop some land (Huh, huh)
I'm the fuckin' man, I'm the fuckin' man (Hoo, uh)
I'm on South Fulton riding in the 'Vette (Huh, ooh)
I'm on South Fulton looking like a vet (Huh, ooh)

[chorus]
Uh, ooh, ayy
Percocet, I'm on that lean shit
Got more chains than Flip
I be in the field with the shit
Got more guns than Tip (Ooh, what? What?)
Put that LSD on her lip (What? What?)
Take a LA bitch on a trip (What? What?)
Put that LSD on her lip (What? What?)
Take a nigga bitch on a trip (What? What?)
Put that LSD on her lip (What? What?)
Take a nigga bitch off the trip (What?)

[Verse]
Huh, huh, lot of cash (Ooh, ooh)
Lot of cash (Woo, ooh)
Moneybags (Huh, ooh)
Who that kid? (Huh, uh)
Who that man? (Hoo)
Let me get your autograph, I think you real dank
Spendin' bitch, I bought the bitch, she tryna get a bag
My mama need a Birkin bag, I had to buy a bag
All these niggas lookin' sad, man, they lookin' mad
I pop a lot of money bags, I got rubber bands, hold up

[Outro]
Uh, check it out (Uh)
Wrist out (Ooh)
Poke out (What?)
Show out (Ooh, yeah, what?)
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Hold up, ooh, ooh
what yuh
what yuh
what yuh 
what yuh
what yuh
what yuh
what yuh

Cloudrage (Prod. Flub)

//THIS IS A FANMADE REMIX I HAVE NO AFFILIATIONS WITH ANYBODY WHO MADE THE ORIGINAL SONGS//

LYRICS:

[Intro: Nemzzz]
Yo

[Chorus]
Spotted a dime at the corner of my eye
She got nuff man on the line
Back just pokin' like a knife
Think she tryna get man lined
Demon with the angel eyes
Maybe I'm hypnotised
But why am I thinkin' twice? Yo

[Verse 1]
Two-man step, I got my ting on me, so don't even try that shit
Make it clap like I won a award, like I'm sat at the Brits
Bro in the trap, Lyca SIM, no O2, settin' up shop in the Ritz
Before "Commitment Issues", I was sat with bro just plannin' a lick
Canada Goose on me, shiesty one when I go linkin' that baddie
Check my rear just in case this bitch think she can drop the addy
Sweet one like my sugar is low, I think I need some candy
She keep on sayin', "I wanna be down", go listen to Brandy

[Chorus]
Spotted a dime at the corner of my eye
She got nuff man on the line
Back just pokin' like a knife
Think she tryna get man lined
Demon with the angel eyes
Maybe I'm hypnotised
But why am I thinkin' twice?

[Verse 2]
Next thing, man just pulled up and then shit went left
I didn't even look, me, I was aimin' for neck, back and chest
I was alone but I had the 8 plus 8 like, "Bring on the guest"
Bitch tried line me up, I can tell you ain't got no sense (Tch)
Now I ain't sleepin' until that get back, no verbal
All this just 'cause I wanted a blow, ayy, RIP Virgil
Spinnin' that block, night, facts, like the kid nocturnal, real life

[Chorus]
Spotted a dime at the corner of my eye
She got nuff man on the line
Back just pokin' like a knife
Think she tryna get man lined
Demon with the angel eyes
Maybe I'm hypnotised
But why am I thinkin' twice? Yo

Cloudrage (Prod. Flub)

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