fyi...this is a lee's voice at the beginning talking about how she has a diss joint on me, which we still have not seen/heard. #bombfirst

#amberalert (A. Lee Diss)

Production: Mysterious
Recording & Engineering: J Pad da Juggernaut, Roscoe Wiki, Mysterious
Hook Written By: Yungn Voorheez
Cover Art: Fresh Millz
Additional Credit: Launka Zimeir

Teacherz Pet ft Inglan & Fresh Millz

Verse 1:
When I get to Brooklyn, I'm a hold her in my arms.
Put my lips upon her face, and lift her to the stars.
Say "Baby girl, I got you, always kept you in my heart. 
I know I made some bad decisions, but they can't keep us apart.
I'll meet you on the bridge when it's time to cross over.
I don't know what ya look like but I'm confident I'll know ya.
I'll see it in your eyes and I pray that you forgive me.
I was young and I was dumb. I didn't think I had it in me
To give you what you needed. Wish that I could do it over.
Put your memory in my jewelry box, next to a four leaf clover.
I think about you all the time and wonder if you're watchin.
Should I continue writing? Guess I'll just proceed with caution."

Brooklyn...No sleep til' Brooklyn.
I got so much to prove I'm on this train and I'm alone. 
So I'm goin super hard until I can bring you home.
Brooklyn...No sleep til Brooklyn.

Verse 2:
Was I strong enough to raise you up in this unbalanced world
Where we emasculate our boys and we demoralize our girls?
What if your daddy didn't show up? Could I teach you how to grow up?
Play ya cards, protect your heart. Go hard and never slow up?
But hold up...Would you wanna be just like me?
I'd tell you know, you gotta be your own,
And knowledge is the key to life, and all that it encompass.
With our history, it's no mystery, can't blame if you don't trust this.
So I put it on my mama, that these words are so legit.
All the drama with your father made me doubt that I'd commit.
Hard as it is, I'd be remiss if I didn't admit
How I wonder what the first words woulda been from off your lips.
I'd braid your hair with pretty bows and polish all your baby toes.
I'd mark the door as you grow. And in my heart I hope you know.
And stay always by my side.
And when I sing to the moon, I sing to you the sweetest lullaby.

Brooklyn...No sleep til Brooklyn.
I got so much to prove. I'm on this train and I'm alone.
So I'm goin super hard until I can bring you home.
Brooklyn...No sleep til Brooklyn.

No Sleep Til Brooklyn ft. Emanuel DeAnda

Production & Engineering by J Pad Da Juggnernaut @ Treeshack Studios

Verse 1: 
He got this hold on me, handcuffs. Stole my heart, ransom.
Spoils me, rotten. When he's not around, tantrums.
He goes deep like canyon. Good head, no dandruff. 
Eat me up like Dannon, then I bust him off like a cannon.
Stand behind me like tandem. Twelve play, that anthem.
Can't see this nigga, phantom. Give him 10 thumbs up, 2 handsome.
When we argue it's foreplay. Grip me up in the doorway.
Rock hard like Norway. Melt on his tongue like sorbet, and I...
I think I love him, and I...think it's time to cuff him, and uh...
He's so addicted, must admit that I'm his drug.
Hot like hell but aaah...he feels like heaven, and now...
He got me open all night. 7-11.
Thursday we get it to The Weeknd, wit chocolate on the weekend.
He gives me Michael Phelps and goes head first in to my deep end.
Bend me like a center. He got the ball and I can't defend.
Fold me up like paper, then he break me like a cheap pen.

Hook:
Ice cream and moscato. Ice cream and moscato. 
Two scoops and a cork screw for that ice cream and moscato.
Sweet tooth, put it on you, for that ice cream and moscato.
How many licks, can make me drip on that ice cream and moscato?

Verse 2:
Inglan

Hook

Verse 3:
We on that ice cream and moscato. He's my DJ, I'm Serato.
Give him anything he wish, cuz I'm his genie in a bottle.
Shake me up like Boggle. I let him swim, no goggles.
Tongue up and down, right to left, back and forth. Toggle.
Lights on. Lights off. Feelin red hot like that Frank's sauce.
Wit the attitude of a Scorpio. Sting hard when he been crossed.
Player status been lost. Get me fired but I'm his boss.
Give him raises like emboss when I'm in that g string like thin floss.
That Red Bull and that Bombay, Brazil nuts, but I'm entree.
Passed up 69, we on 3 thou...Andre.
Rainy mood so raunchy. He be lightin up that gange.
Then he gets the munchies and he let's me come first like Sunday.
He on the g, I'm on his spot. Got me twisted up like a French knot.
He's my private courier. Put his message in my inbox.
Jumper but no rim shots. Bang it out like a tin pot.
Fully automatic mouth. I get licked like 10 shots.

Hook

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