rekover jet - yop prod yukisx + maajins

xtsy* - pink stepteam flip / assumptions (prod. sore zaytoven & tana)

LOkAyD (load)

9jayc - SWAG TALK

SAMETHING

N 2 DEEP

N 2 DEEP REMIX

start the party up (p. izayah) [riverthirteen exclusive]

I OWN ALL RIGHTS SOUNDCLOUD
lyrics 
prod livedfears
(audio message: bro why df is that what you…)
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Yeah, they call me slime, I’m comin’ through
I got some big s***, yeah, I’m reppin’ B’s
Bow down to Blood, you gonna feel this
It ain’t ‘bout no love, I’m prone to street s***, love the violence

Bh, you know I’m solid, mouth stay closed, I keep it quiet
I see through your bulls, love a ho I will not buy it
I just popped two Percys, here’s a laced one—come on, try it
Geeked up out my mind, I’m never sober, I can hide it

Brr, yeah, hmm
Ns run their lips, but now they duckin’, yeah, they hidin’
I just hit a lick, we got his sh**t, and now he cryin’
Ns py real life, yeah, like anyway
Talkin’ on the net, but real life, b***h, you tryna duck, evade

Ho, just stitch your lips, don’t let me catch you tryna say my name
Askin’ why I’m different, bh, you know that I will never change
I just popped my s and put these ns, yeah, all straight to shame
Hoe, just tell the truth—you lyin’ anyway
Bh, just tell the truth—you lyin’ anyway
Bh, just tell the truth—you lyin’ anyway
Bh, I pop my s** and put these hoes to shame

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Boy didn’t lock his lips, now he up in a grave
Tryna apply that pressure, ho, I’ll never cave in
Tryna flex some cheese, but bh, that’s from your savings
Called this s a competition—b***h, you can’t win, mm, yeah

They brought it to my attention, bh, you runnin’, yeah, your lips
Had you cryin’ on my phone, you pulled your dreads out—you ain’t sh

(audio message)
Yeah, they call me slime, I’m comin’ through
I got some big s***, yeah, I’m reppin’ B’s
Bow down to Blood, you gonna feel this
It ain’t ‘bout no love, I’m prone to street s***, love the violence

Bh, you know I’m solid, mouth stay closed, I keep it quiet
I see through your bulls, love a ho I will not buy it
I just popped two Percys, here’s a laced one—come on, try it
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(audio message: you literally tried to make me seem retarded
and you tried to tell me to go get help because I’m madly in love with you
you told me to go get help because of the reaction I had to losing you)

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high demand

Lyrics :

She said that I'm sexy, like it when I flex
Benjamins my bestie
Ex bitch want to hide out when she text me
When I shop I'm dropping bags at the store
So much water on me
They just throw me rags for my clothes
Spanish hoes want me, cuz I'm 'bout my pesos
Fat tags on me like I spent my whole pay stub
Brodie hating on the net, walk out with his face closed
Zeus gon' ride out with that Tec, mute face, case closed
I know life a mystery, I can't fuck with fake ho's
In-laws got some history, man they known to spank hoes
Me and Glock like salt and pepper
You step close then we just mace those
I'm a real stepper, you ask the block
You rocking fake 4's

Brodie he got iron
He slide with draco
I can't do no friends
You got bring cash
Or I'm gon' say no
Really getting dope
But you know
I don't really play though
I was high as shit
I poured a Deuce inside the Faygo
Said you need some drop
We can make it for you
Two 'o clock, right up on the dot
Is when we take it to you
If you want some smoke
We got dope, Ima bring it with me
Making remedies with Rxmdy
I'm breaking basis with it

I got cake, bad ass bitch, give me face
Roll a J, and I bet that bitch gon' rotate
She run game, I run plays, stack shit till we buss the safe
I told god keep me safe, I keep some za, keep a drake
You diss on dead's? Send them, shots booming at your place
Rxmdy, we gon' rage, Banduplee, he the sage
Hop out car, and its fuming up your place
Smoking za, shit not laced, this that gas, straight propane

Nigga I got lean and Sprite in sippy cup
This little hoe gon' hold me down, but she tryna keep me up
Used to hope out Civics, we tryna hop out Bentley trucks
Leave them on a pendant, he ain't tryna give it up
I don't got no feelings, niggas ain't gon' give us none
Hop out with my killers, nigga where is you gon' run?
Hop out with his gang then he gon' get left in a bunch
Tryna get Rich like September, switching up the months

Fake Ho’s ft. Banduplee & YungestNCharge ( Prod.308 )

Excel

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