Muse

ANGEL DUST (ft. Lyfelxss)

HOES WANT MONEY (ft. Tyxonsmith)

TALK

CANTSTANDIT

COP A JET

2MOREHOURS

Ethereal, Prevail

Miss Santana

State Of Mind

Nightmare

Down (ft. Ve’ondre)

N.O.V.A

Starstruck

Chorus:
I just be stylin’ my hoes
(fly)
Hit her then pass it to bro
We pull up and kick down the door
Ain’t welcome in none of my shows
(none of my shows)
Lil bitch she talking too much you get killed
(killed)
Ain’t nobody care how you feel
Maybe go stay in yo muh fucking field
(real)
All of that talking ain’t keeping it real
(one hunnid)

Verse 1:
Fake ass chrome heart lenses
How bout go buy you new friends
Maybe go spend a lil money on rent
Word around town you done hit every man
Body to body to body to body, go back it up, fasten up
It’s a lil much so I’m leaving her
Bitch wanna start up some shit so i’m outta there
Too many problems for me started stacking em’
Yeah,
I was putting in work, you never hit send
Ain’t ever treated it like we was friends
Here she go lying, don’t talk bout amends
(yeah, uh)
It’s better that I never payed for her
Better that I never stayed for her
I’m sorry, ain’t fucking with lame whores, yeah
But at the end of the day-

Chorus:
I just be stylin’ my hoes
(fly)
Hit her then pass it to bro
We pull up and kick down the door
Ain’t welcome in none of my shows
(none of my shows)
Lil bitch she talking too much you get killed
(killed)
Ain’t nobody care how you feel
Maybe go stay in yo muh fucking field
(real)
All of that talking ain’t keeping it real
(one hunnid)
I just be stylin’ my hoes
(fly)
Hit her then pass it to bro
We pull up and kick down the door
Ain’t welcome in none of my shows
(none of my shows)
Lil bitch she talking too much you get killed
(killed)
Ain’t nobody care how you feel
Maybe go stay in yo muh fucking field
(real)
All of that talking ain’t keeping it real
(one hunnid)

“Mane… Respectfully she got me fucked up bro, like what the fuck?”

Chorus:
Yeah,
Know I run it up
It’s a hard day
I got tats on me for somebody
Getting bad bitches since my prod days
And I ain’t ever trust a fan
Ain’t ever putting out a hand
Them bitches ain’t part of my plan
Getting richer till my body end, till my body cooling now

Verse 1:
Yeah,
We taking trip in the sky, yeah
And my body fill up, know we light it 
know we up it ain’t ever be quiet
got them bitches complaining, a riot
And boy I’m too sick I be drunk on the plane
I been smoking way too much everyday
Them camas ain’t bothered I’m getting a raise
Party too much till my memory fade
Said that it’s time to keep that shine
All of them bitches you claiming is mine
And all my people know I made a wave
All of my people know I made a play
Everybody wanna talk on the fame anyway I don’t care bout it
And you fuck with them lames any day, rain I don’t give two fucks bout em’

Chorus:
Yeah,
Know I run it up
It’s a hard day
I got tats on me for somebody
Getting bad bitches since my prod days
And I ain’t ever trust a fan
Ain’t ever putting out a hand
Them bitches ain’t part of my plan
Getting richer till my body end, till my body cooling now
Yeah,
Know I run it up
It’s a hard day
I got tats on me for somebody
Getting bad bitches since my prod days
And I ain’t ever trust a fan
Ain’t ever putting out a hand
Them bitches ain’t part of my plan
Getting richer till my body end, till my body cooling now

Dae Margiela

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