Lone Life Ft. Winnie (Prod by. K1)

New Limits - Sasha-Rue

LISTEN TO THE ORIGINAL SONG HERE: https://soundcloud.com/legacy-records-110789396/fly-me-out-sasha-rue-ft-axel?si=4912ee62ee764aa4901ab2d8090d17fd&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing  I NOMINATE JOHNATHAN  AND SASHA RUE TO DROP A REMIX NEXT FRIDAY! 
Lyrics:
Verse 1

Blowing your phone up
Wondering where you at, baby imma come show up
Planted my heart inside your hands, and let it grow up
They ain't want me back in the day but now I glowed up

And I know it's hard for to love again
But maybe we can still be friends
When I see you smiling through my lens
I can't help but keep you in my head

She's who I wanted
Im who she calling
Im the one she wake up next to up in the morning
Imma take her anywhere inside the foreign
Take you flying on Private Jets, we gone be soaring

Verse 2

Imma take it to the top like Mt Fuji
Shawty down to ride with a gangsta so Boujee
Mile High Club, throwing dubs, making movies
Weird bitches hitting my phone like they knew me.

I got power, I got cash baby
Hit up Fujiwaras for my dance baby
Giving you my all, giving you my last baby
Im the one you call about your past baby

I wish I could stop the time
Look you in your eyes
And tell you not to cry no more
And baby I don't know if you realize
That you been on my mind
Im giving you my heart, it's yours

I just wanna treat you right
I need a little bit of you in my life
If its all for your love then i'll fight
Come through
Ooh oooh, baby you

Baby, can you come through ?
I'm all alone, and I need you
Hit me on my phone, i'll be there in two
No matter the distance, im flying to you.

Fly Me Out(Winniemix)

Seeing Double (The Rue-Mix) - Sasha-Rue X Faye

Neighbors - Ft. Zhang and Jamal (Prod. K1)

Late Valentines Day Drop. First single off my upcoming album "Murder She Wrote." Album OTW soon !! Drop a black heart in the comments if you fw me. Thank you to the Fujiwaras and Keshi Waves for making this song as great as it could be.

🖤🖤🖤 | Murder She Wrote

Beat produced by ghostq.

Lyrics: [Intro] Winnie x Aki and Haru Fujiwara 

[Verse] Winnie
I be getting to this money with a pace, yeah
Theres money on the way
Been waking up, fly for the day and
Doing shit that they ain't
She love me but I think that shit is fake, oh
Baby i'm straight
Im a g but im baby in the face
And im rocking different faces, yeah
Different women, different races
I been thinking too much it got me wasted
When I feel like im in pain I gotta lay shit down
I aint tryna go I like the same old grass
Why you always tryna get evasive ? Yeah
Im still here baby yeah
Turning thru the hills oh yeah
I still say

[Hook]
Baby I get money just to hide my face, yeah
Staying out the way, yeah
Getting it late, now I gotta say
Baby I get money just to stay inside, yeah
Just roll with my guys
Not seeing both sides
You see it in my eyes mm

[Bridge]
Well maybe if I come thru, baby wassup
Come thru, you know I got it wassup
Brand new gucci stunnas, now she dressed up
Audemars on me I had to buss up
Wassup, wassup ? Whats that ?
Im a real one girl you gotta trust that
Im a trill one imma let you trust that 
Keep it real with me, I might let you buss that.

[Verse] Winnie
Keep it G, Im getting questioned things I rarely see
Went from staring at the screen to me on TV
And I can't keep up with these people I gotta be me
Im just saying what I need, Im just saying what I need
Oh can you ride for me baby girl I must know
Since you only bout the money girl its ours so
Yeah I came with the guys, it's just us tho
Not a love song
So I still
And i'm saying

[Verse] Keshi
Baby i get money just to stay in one place 
Fuck being messy put that cellphone away
Feeling anti social girl i got you it’s ok
I want you to myself but all these ppl in the way 
It’s ironic that the streets gave me enough bread to buy a mansion
And i just stay inside that hoe boy I’m reverse camping 
And i just slid inside your hoe so you ain’t worth dappin
I Got my leg up on the comp but i ain’t no captain 
I been drinking on some vibing shit and
I love a vibrant bitch who also on some violent shit  i can’t deny 
In my feelings when I’m high as shit maybe you should pilot them well take a couple trips together book the time 
Pretty girl easy eyes loyalty sweetie pie 
These are all the things that make me wanna go and treat ya right 
Spending bands loyal mans lift you up dick you right 
These are all the things that turn you to a lil freak at night

[Hook]
Baby I get money just to hide my face, yeah
Staying out the way, yeah
Getting it late, now I gotta say
Baby I get money just to stay inside, yeah
Just roll with my guys
Not seeing both sides
You see it in my eyes

Winnie

Come Thru Ft. Keshi x Fujiwaras

Heeey.. Drop off an album I was planning.. Maybe scratched.. Maybe not.. Maybe dropping more soon.. Maybe when I finish the album.. Find out on next week's episode.

Love..

-- Lyrics --

Wake up with a empty bottle jack/
Still sitting in my hand/
Cap miss(aaa)n/
From last night/
Hang over, Well im truely not a fan/
So I slam another, Sip a rello from the night stand/
Right next to the bible/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
That recital, my survival,
Just another blank time span/

-- Verse 1 --

80 proof, No. 7, Bourbon blues they gon last/
All the days keep getting shorter so we gotta upkeep fast/
Why not Line em up and pour a double Jack D in the glass/
Wit them Fogged up whiskey glasses burning, crashin, resulting in something 
Tra, gic/

I aint worried bout life, last, in/
Spend a hundred milly on my cas, ket/
Lookin in the mirror think ima mess, an/
Demons tryna play wit spirits, test, in, Me/
Guess its just  des-ti-ney/
Glancing to the left, I see/
Vacant bottles mis, o, rey/

--

Wake up with a empty bottle jack/
Still sitting in my hand/
Cap miss(aaa)n/
From last night/
Hang over, Well im truely not a fan/
So I slam another, Sip a rello from the night stand/
Right next to the bible/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
That recital, my survival,
Just another blank time span/

-- Verse 2 --

I aint sippin bubbly
Im sippin liquer my livers muddy/
My life aint that bubbly,
Im waitin for it to end already/
Fake nobody love me,
Just spot in like im understudy/
I dont need nobody,
They use me like im a nature study/
Woah

And it gets so hard/
But even I ain’t got the cash to pay lifes costs
No, no/

So I swipe my card/
To add another empty to my bed side drwawer
And I/

--

Wake up with a empty bottle jack/
Still sitting in my hand/
Cap miss(aaa)n/
From last night/

Hang over, Well im truely not a fan/
So I slam another, Sip a rello from the night stand/

Right next to the bible/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
That recital, my survival,
Just another blank time span/

Jack Daniels

Better Man - Frazer X Naldi X Winnie

Say My Name

If you ask how I’m doin’ now 
I’m still tryna figure out 
The right way I could move on.
I was drinkin’ beer at my buddy’s house
When he told me all about 
How you got you a new one. 
I got straight into my truck headed towards the county line. 
With your picture still in my pocket, 
Weighin' hard on my mind.
Man, I wish trade our places. 
Cuz I still find myself thinkin’ 
Maybe later you could relate 

Maybe later you'll be sittin' at the bar, 
Starin' at your phone waitin' for my name to pop up on it. 
Maybe later you'll be up on that altar thinkin'
Damn, should've gave that cowboy a chance. 
And maybe later you'll be down on your knees.
In front of another man, you really wish he was me, don't you? 
Maybe later you'll realize did me so wrong, 
And maybe later I would've moved on.

Everytime I hit this bar 
I drink enough where this whiskey starts tastin’ a lot like your lips.
Gettin' lost inside this alcohol
Grippin' this glass the same way that I used to grab at your hips. 
See you walkin’ around town actin’ like you’re doing fine
But you think about how his beard feels a lot like mine, don’t it?
Wishin' you could trade our places 
Cuz you still find yourself thinkin' 
Maybe later I could relate


Maybe later you'll be sittin' at the bar, 
Starin' at your phone waitin' for my name to pop up on it. 
Maybe later you'll be up on that altar thinkin'
Damn, should've gave that cowboy a chance. 
And maybe later you'll be down on your knees.
In front of another man, you really wish he was me, don't you? 
Maybe later you'll realize did me so wrong, 
And maybe later I would've moved on.


Maybe later you'll be sittin' at the bar, 
Starin' at your phone waitin' for my name to pop up on it. 
Maybe later you'll be up on that altar thinkin'
Damn, should've gave that cowboy a chance. 
And maybe later you'll be down on your knees.
In front of another man, you really wish he was me, don't you? 
Maybe later you'll realize did me so wrong, 
And maybe later I would've moved on.

Prod. BachBeats

Maybe Later

[VERSE]
Rent free in yo head pussy boy you gotta pipe down
Got a big ego Gunna make that hoe ya wife now
Yeah yeah ain’t no tellin’ me I’m two faced
I done kept it real, what’s ya deal, you think that you safe?
Ha ha funny that you doin Luna’s dirty work
Cus she would come to me to write her ass another fuckin’ verse
I’m talkin’ Where She At, Bitch Track and Eskimoooo
I wrote Project X too, and gave her ass the flows
You think you number one Gunner it is not a contest
I could do this in my sleep, you know that it ain’t complex
was already big before you came up sayin “I’m Next”
shoulda thought twice, you fucked around and came for my neck
Yeah 
You bringin up the mixin’ like I didn’t save your songs
Came cryin up to me she said “he mixed it all wrong”
This the only diss you get, I ain’t “gunna” round two it
I done moved on from it all, you ain’t got around to it
[HOOK]
Rent free rent free 
Man this shit is getting messy
Rent free rent free
Man this shit is getting messy
[VERSE]
Why’d you have to go and test me
I produced all of her songs I am a blessing
And she cheated on Jay, she was undressing
Guess the cats out of the bag, ain’t no more guessing
Yeah, it didn’t have to come to this
But you wait a couple months just to drop a lil diss
Man you acting like a child, I should call yo ass my kid
Gunner move like Kenji Davis, now it’s time to Rest in Piss

Jack Daniels

Frazer

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