lyrics

(Yeah)
(Woah)
Got niggas, Real (Woah)
(Woah)
Yeah (She wanna feel)
(Woah)
The real she wanna feel (Woah)
She, she wanna Woah)
She, she wanna (Woah)
Man, she wanna (Woah)

Got demons that be hanging on my phone
They watching every move
They've been tryna get me gone
I've been ballin' hard, too different
And they still tryna see what I'm on
Lately, I've been in my feelings
I don't know how to put it on
My, side (Side)
She my side (Side)
She my side hoe
Huh breaking back in still, she wanna find more
I caught her stealing it
They biting my sauce
In a ship, we taking off
In a ship, we taking off

(Yeah)
(Woah)
Got niggas, Real (Woah)
(Woah)
Yeah (She wanna feel)
(Woah)
The real she wanna feel (Woah)
She, she wanna Woah)
She, she wanna (Woah)
Man, she wanna (Woah)

Got demons that be hanging on my phone
They watching every move
They've been tryna get me gone
I've been ballin' hard, too different
And they still tryna see what I'm on
Lately, I've been in my feelings
I don't know how to put it on
My, side (Side)
She my side (Side)
She my side hoe

(Woah)
 side (Side)
She my side (Side)
She my side hoe
(Woah)

My side (hev11n x forbi)

GANG 🖤💯
this song was made for fun y’all

Gang $HT Freestyle feat. JBandz, Maijai & DBandz

Talk About Temp! FT. NazvstheWrld

arpsweatpans - inna minute [prod. revive]

--- A gift from me to you. Always do your best. Love yourself. Be who you wanna. Never give up. - TOBE

BITCH MOB FREESTYLE**

--- Trust the process. Believe in yourself. Protect your energy.  Love you all. - TOBE

Where he get it?

Rock Out {deniz}

It's alright
It's alright
It's alright

I'm getting high bout my lows
She tryna pick me I rolled
I get my nut and I leave
I swear I don't need to love on a ho
She said she love me on bro
Oh fasho
My heart exposed, but I'm over you
You say you love me, you fuck on my guys
I go sleep with that blick on my side
Lie to me bitch swear to God you gon' die
I am so scared of these lights
Lied to me once, but I swear you won't lie to me twice
Drugs always getting me right
You leaving me, swear to God it's all right

(It's alright)

I might pop out with a .9
I'm ready to go do the time
You not my baby, not mine
My Uzi came with a cooling kit
Mama told me to get rid of it
Told her that I need it a little bit
Niggas they talking the talk
Do I want this or this, I'm taking it all
I seen one way to the top like I'm Autumn!
But momma just trust that I will never fall

I did this shit for my momma, my pops and my brothers, you trippin', we never gon' go
I'm wearin' Mason Margiela, Balenci my sweater, got rings from my head to my toes
She said Muna$he I love, please don't lie
See dishonesty straight from your eyes
Got me once and you won't get me twice
Yeah, twice, twice, twice, twice (It's alright, it's alright)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (It's alright, it's alright)

I'm getting high bout my lows
She tryna pick me I rolled
I get my nut and I leave
I swear I don't need to love on a ho
She said she love me on bro
Oh fasho
My heart exposed, but I'm over you
You say you love me, you fuck on my guys
I go sleep with that blick on my side
Lie to me bitch swear to God you gon' die
I am so scared of these lights
Lied to me once, but I swear you won't lie to me twice
Drugs always getting me right
You leaving me, swear to God it's all right

It's alright
You shoulda listened the first time
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright

twice ft. Muna$he (lexani)

Y'all niggas trippin
I got dat christian boy problems
She want Christian she tired of the Prada
On a mission to send her to doctors
Tired of hers so she callin me father
Tired of hers so she callin me daddy
Out in Cali, I'm livin like Maddie
Shawty cute but she move like a baddie
On my way nigga send me the addy

Was too gullible nigga you had me
Yo girl shakin ahh, prompts to the addy
Then I just hop in a Cadi
Need all the money, need todo
That bitch on my door like a hobo
I be stabbin nigga like a photo
Come get a fade, I'm handin em out
Y'all askin for handouts and promo
She givin me throat, she throwin it back
She askin for snaps and photos
I give her the cash, you know
I'm makin it back, yolo
I'm pushin the whip, this shit is a challenger
She want a date, tell that ho check on the calendar
She want Balenci, Balenci
She is a freak, I bought her Fendi
Wow, I put my tip in her innie
Wow, niggas be likin me plenty
Now, that I jus got me a semi
She talkin "Hey!" like I am a cow
I'm just chillin in Kissimmee
I'm in the telly I'm missin my blow

Y'all niggas trippin
I got dat christian boy problems
She want Christian she tired of the Prada
On a mission to send her to doctors
Tired of hers so she callin me father
Tired of hers so she callin me daddy
Out in Cali, I'm livin like Maddie
Shawty cute but she move like a baddie
On my way nigga send me the addy

comin diff

liv and maddie (rollie)

AT&T x(Muna$he) prod. ghostclub

lryrics:

mari:
Reload the clip, I don't buffer
That bitch, she think that I love her
That boy and opp undercover
My shit is hard, you can tell by the cover
Niggas, they say I'm a butler
That's just the way that I ride with a cutter
That bitch won't butter my nutter
She stupid as fuck, she think I'm finna stuff her
So much money, don't remember
Take your block like a enderman
Mari you cold like December?
Man, I hate 12 so I'm hatin' December
Niggas fall off just like timber
I wish she would, I get heated like ember
She take her heels off, she thinkin' she Ella
I play that bitch like I got her from Fender

javi:
Yeah, ten pieces his ass like I'm tenders hmm
You know we put him in a blender hmm
You know he runnin', yeah, that nigga
We pull up with choppers, he gotta surrender
My niggas, we ballin', my niggas, we poppin'
My niggas, we trippin', yall niggas be fallin
We droppin' his mans, we droppin' his pockets
We rubbin' his pockets, fuckin' in that bitch in the coupe
Pull up with a chopper, I'm an inmate, I'ma shoot
Fuckin' in that bitch, I'ma fuckin' in her boo
Fuckin' in that bitch and she callin me her boo
Yeah, when I knock his ass out, I'ma stomp him out with my Nike shoes
Me, Mari, and Muna$he, on the track, run it back

mari:
Hop on the beat, I take that shit back
Just landed, I got a lil' jetlag
That nigga know he a setback
It come to money, I get that
Nigga like, where my respect at?
He think it's sweet, I come back like Jehovah
That nigga, he know that it's over
That boy ain't got no exposure
Don't think that I know ya, cause I get money like a folder

nashe:
I get money like a clover
I'm riding around the city in a rover
Just turn off the beat don't need it, bitch it's over
My bitch steady high, but I been rappin' sober
I'm sober, this America, like Glover
December, but I been droppin' since October
You niggas can't win, I'm always going lower
Got a switch on a telescope, always get closer
Get to the table, my niggas stay eatin'
And we stay fifteen deep, like we havin' a meeting
Told that boy take a seat, cause I might get to teaching
I'm running it up, bitch I feel like I'm Tiki

Reload the clip, I don't buffer
That bitch, she think that I love her
That boy and opp undercover
My shit is hard, you can tell by the cover
Niggas, they say I'm a butler
That's just the way that I ride with a cutter
That bitch won't butter my nutter
She stupid as fuck, she think I'm finna stuff her
So much money, don't remember
Take your block like a enderman
Mari you cold like December?
Man, I hate 12 so I'm hatin' December
Niggas fall off just like timber
I wish she would, I get heated like ember
She take her heels off, she thinkin' she Ella
I play that bitch like I got her from Fender

twice ft. Muna$he (lexani)

halfmari (@halfm4ri)

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