my way

@killdavyn & @884phxbia - BRAZIL

Lyrics:
Where the thots at?
Where the thots at?
Where the thots at?
For yo bitch you know I got a hall pass
He was talkin’ shit but he can’t pop that
On the beat you know I’m gonna walk that
And I’m fly in this bitch like a wombat
From the back I’m gon’ hit it like combat

With a bitch and you know she Brazilian
Put a dot to his head like an Indian
And she shakin’ her hips, she Caribbean
Oou she from Africa, yeah that bitch Libyan
Is that yo shawty ‘cause I wanna fit it in
Bitch I’m the goat ‘cause you know I’m the synonym
She wanna challenge her mouth like I’m cinnamon
I’m on the block like a mufuckin’ Enderman
I’m on the block, ask where the thots at
Shawty a bop, she gave me a hall pass
You got a chop, is you gon’ pop that?
I just be fly in the sky like a wombat
I don’t tell her to move but she shake it
I can get this bitch poppin’ like bacon
Cook her up bitch I need me an apron
Slide with a mask, yeah, I’m feelin’ like Jason

Where the thots at?
Where the thots at?
Where the thots at?
For yo bitch you know I got a hall pass
He was talkin’ shit but he can’t pop that
On the beat you know I’m gonna walk that
And I’m fly in this bitch like a wombat
From the back I’m gon’ hit it like combat

From the back, I'mma hit when she shake it
Got to pokin' yo bitch like I'm Jason
Bad bitch but I'm not finna chase her
Hit that bitch then I block now she hate me
That's yo bitch? Watch how I take her
Made him shit, you need to go an change him
Let him run, we not finna chase him
Chopstick on me feel like an Asian
Brazilian bitch with me, I feel like Davyn
GTA, we leave him wasted
I coulda killed him with one bullet
Hit him with 30, I waste him
She got the cake, tell her throw it again
No I don't want her, I'm goin' for friend
Freaky lil hoe finna hang out the Benz
Don't wanna fuck, finna pass to my mans
Where you at? Bitch drop the lo', I'm coming
Don't wanna fuck, she get passed to my cousin
She wanna fuck, I thought she was bluffin'
We hit the room and that bitch got to suckin'
African nigga, came in with a stick
Shawty a hoe, she be takin' dick
That boy tried to run, hit him in his shit
I'm in the room, playin' with yo bitch

Where the thots at?
Where the thots at?
Where the thots at?
For yo bitch you know I got a hall pass
He was talkin’ shit but he can’t pop that
On the beat you know I’m gonna walk that
And I’m fly in this bitch like a wombat
From the back I’m gon’ hit it like combat

With a bitch and you know she Brazilian
Put a dot to his head like an Indian
And she shakin’ her hips, she Caribbean
Oou she from Africa, yeah that bitch Libyan
Is that yo shawty ‘cause I wanna fit it in
Bitch I’m the goat ‘cause you know I’m the synonym
She wanna challenge her mouth like I’m cinnamon
I’m on the block like a mufuckin’ Enderman
I’m on the block, ask where the thots at
Shawty a bop, she gave me a hall pass
You got a chop, is you gon’ pop that?
I just be fly in the sky like a wombat
I don’t tell her to move but she shake it
I can get this bitch poppin’ like bacon
Cook her up bitch I need me an apron
Slide with a mask, yeah, I’m feelin’ like Jason

BRAZIL

@KILLDAVYN - YEVYN
PRODUCED BY HEYARNOLD

LYRICS:
(Oh my God, it’s daddy Davyn)
I crash out like Kanye
Bad ass hoe and she wanna fuck, she like “get inside me”
She pull up and she give me top, baby girl make that sloppy
Just like a joe
Get to the money she know what I’m on
Shawty she on me, she smell my cologne
I got the talent, it’s all in my bones
Shit got too wild, had to switch up my phone
They switchin’ up so I’m all on my own
Don’t give a fuck, I’mma get what I want
Everybody know I’m the best in the hoe
She throw it back, yeah she droppin’ it low
Talk out yo neck and we taggin’ yo toe
Shawty she hit me, she fuck with the song

She be like “Davyn you all in that mode”
And that’s facts
Shawty bad, got some ass, throw it back, make it clap
Talkin’ smack, get him whacked, lay him flat, on his back
I got racks, in my bag, make it stack, make it- woah
Count it up but I want more
She want the money like no
Told you don’t fuck with the hoes
I gave that bitch to my bro
Doin’ my dance, hit the woah
Who got the liquor? Want pour?
Don’t get me out of my zone
Bad bih, I make her moan
I cannot beef with a lame ass nigga, he a peon
Bad ass hoe and her friends wanna fuck on the gang ‘cause they know what we on
I’m way ahead of these niggas, I’m talkin’ ‘bout years, I’m talkin’ ‘bout eons
I’m a young black ass nigga yeah fuck that nigga Trump yeah fuck that nigga Elon
Whip out my dick and lil shawty gon’ eat on
Yeah I could pull her if she in the region
It’s cold in this bitch so I’m keeping the heat on
Red dot yo head so I’m calling you N3on
Ice on my wrist and it’s mufuckin’ freezing
Lil shawty white so you know she don’t season
No I don’t want the lil bitch, yeah you tweakin’
I do not want you around me so be gone
Tired of standing, my dick what she seat on

I crash out like Kanye
Bad ass hoe and she wanna fuck, she like “get inside me”
She pull up and she give me top, baby girl make that sloppy
Just like a joe
Get to the money she know what I’m on
Shawty she on me, she smell my cologne
I got the talent, it’s all in my bones
Shit got too wild, had to switch up my phone
They switchin’ up so I’m all on my own
Don’t give a fuck, I’mma get what I want
Everybody know I’m the best in the hoe
She throw it back, yeah she droppin’ it low
Talk out yo neck and we taggin’ yo toe
Shawty she hit me, she fuck with the song
(Oh my God, it’s daddy Davyn)

YEVYN

JUMPIN REMIX

Produced by Noevdv

Lyrics:

Yeah
Huh, way too many hoes in my phone
You ain't givin' dome, leave me 'lone
I just want that bitch on my bone
Runnin' to the top on my own
Yeah, she like "who that in the back though?"
Oh that be Davyn on that fuckin' honey pack tho
I think I'm obsessed with them drugs and them bad hoes
Oh she love my songs and she finna let me crack those
She like where you at though?
Bitch I'm outside with the Don and bad hoes
In the BNB with my niggas them my slatts tho
I'm on demon time and she really finna match those
So I took her to the back hoe
Shawty what you mad for?
I got motion, money, drugs, and some damn more
Shawty lookin' for some love but I'm damn cold
She like damn bro
She gon' pull up to my room and go commando
And I cannot fit my bitches on my hand hoe
Yeah she from the south so I pull up with a banjo
She gon' put it in her mouth, ain't no dick that I can show
I'mma paint it on her face, call me Yung Vyn Van Gogh
Yung Vyn Van Gogh, Yung Vyn Van Gogh
I'm the reason why outside so damn cold
I'mma repeat with my shot, I got ammo
I'mma beat it like MJ, huh, red coat
Yung Vyn Van Gogh, Yung Vyn Van Gogh
Yung Vyn Van Gogh, Yung Vyn Van Gogh
I'm the reason why outside so damn cold
I'mma repeat with my shot, I got ammo

YUNG VYN VAN GOGH

Produced by perc

Lyrics:
Always on my mind
Wanna spend some time
Wanna know if you right
Are you wasting my time? (Thinkin')
Girl are you playing me? Girl what you say to me? (Thinkin')
You know it's dangerous, playing these games with me (Thinkin')
Thoughts in my head, the things that you said, you know it stay with me (Thinkin')
I would do anything for you lil shawty, I'm talkin' A to Z

You playin' these games, you playin' these games, you playin' these games with me
It's not the same, no it's not the same, yeah
Know who I am, no I'm not a lame, yeah
I treat you good, now treat me the same, yeah
You givin' me pain, but girl you so pain, yeah
You sayin' to wait, but I don't want wait, no
I say how I feel, you laugh in my face, woah
I gotta accept that you just a dumb hoe

Always on my mind
Wanna spend some time
Wanna know if you right
Are you wasting my time? (Thinkin')
Girl are you playing me? Girl what you say to me? (Thinkin')
You know it's dangerous, playing these games with me (Thinkin')
Thoughts in my head, the things that you said, you know it stay with me (Thinkin')
I would do anything for you lil shawty, I'm talkin' A to Z

(Are you wasting my time?)
You playin' these games, you playin' these games, yeah (Are you wasting my time?)
It's not the same, no it's not the same (Are you wasting my time?)
Yeah (Are you wasting my time?)
Are you wastin'- time
Are you wastin'- time
Are you wastin'- time
Are you wastin'- time
Are you wasting my time?
Are you wasting my time?
Are you wasting my time?
Are you wasting my time?
Are you wastin'?
Are you wastin'?
Are you wastin'?
Are you wastin'?

playin games?

@KILLDAVYN - PAIN
PRODUCED BY HEYARNOLD
MIXED BY ME

Lyrics:
Everything has changed
Time to heal the pain
Oh, everything has changed
Now we know the pain
(Oh my God, it's daddy Davyn)

Shawty real pain
Give me good brain, drive a nigga insane
Bitch I'm in the coupe and I'm swervin' switchin' lanes
Damn you so thick, I forgot to get your name
Pockets so thick that I'm limping, need a cane
Lame ass nigga go get yo bag up
Shawty gon' get on her knees, a blessing to me, her father a pastor
I just be outside, I'm with the gang, I'm runnin' through cash, I'm fuckin' the bag up
Lil bitty hoe gonna give me the dome and I'm whippin' that bih like a master

I told like shawty to eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, just like a snack
I told that bitch I'mma beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, all from the back
Hop on the mic, I'mma heat it up, heat it up, heat it up, heat it up, bitch it's on fire
I'm off the gas in the bitch and the liq' in my system so nigga I'm tryna get higher
I'm off the gas in the bitch and the liq' in my system, yeah, I'm tryna fuck on a thootie
Walk in the bih with a GoPro, GoPro, GoPro, bitch I'm tryna make a movie
Huh, and I'm not talkin' 'bout Tubi, 4K, I'm tryna fuck her in IMAX
I heard that hoe is a groupie, foreplay, I'm tryna make that hoe climax
I just be higher than Tunechi, no way, I do not know where my mind at
African shawty she walkin' with all of that booty, huh, lemme get behind that
Check came in, bitch I'm 'bout to sign that
My bro got the chop and you know he gon' fye that
Lil shawty got melanin, know that I like that
I feel like I'm Mario the way that I pipe that
Shawty so tall, ion care, I'mma climb that
Yo hoe be goin', don't think you should wife that
Y'all niggas shit from the butt, gotta wipe that off
I'm finna beat up the beat, take the hi hat off
Bih what's the deal?
Not Colin Kaepernick, I make her kneel
I get her wet in this bit' like a seal
Off of the drugs but not poppin' a pill
He talkin' shit so I'm catchin' a kill
She make it bald like the head of Shaquille
My money tall like the head of O'Neal
Don't wanna talk, I'mma pull out Galil
You better peel
Just like banana
Come to mi casa
Shawty Dominican, she wanna chacha
I get to the paper, I get to the guala
I'm not Darth Vader but I am your father
Yeah, black lil shawty like gothic, she wanna go to the tropics
She fuckin' with Vyn 'cause I'm poppin', shawty come give me that noggin
Not cuffin' her 'cause she toxic, baby shut up with that talkin'
She wanted me better lock in, her body tea, finna clock it

Shawty real pain
Give me good brain, drive a nigga insane
Bitch I'm in the coupe and I'm swervin' switchin' lanes
Damn you so thick, I forgot to get your name
Pockets so thick that I'm limping, need a cane
Lame ass nigga go get yo bag up
Shawty gon' get on her knees, a blessing to me, her father a pastor
I just be outside, I'm with the gang, I'm runnin' through cash, I'm fuckin' the bag up
Lil bitty hoe gonna give me the dome and I'm whippin' that bih like a master

PAIN

Produced by plentyguap

Lyrics:
Tryna catch a vibe with you girl
Let me spend some time with you girl
Wanna get high with you girl
Yeah I'm tryna get inside of you girl
I just wanna know
Wanna go fast, don't want slow
Baby can you show some'
After that can you blow

Baby girl you bad, and you got some ass
Do you want that bag? Yeah I got the cash for that
She a ten on ten, yeah you know I'm baggin' that
No I don't want be your friend, baby girl yeah I want all of that
Black shawty, can you pop some?
Can you get low on the floor like you dropped some?
I just really wanna know if you want some
'Cause I want you on my side ridin' shotgun
So, do you wanna ride?
Wanna catch a vibe?
Tryna get inside
Baby girl you fly
Bae you so bad, havin' thoughts of suicide
And that's only if you leave so stay right by my side

Tryna catch a vibe with you girl
Let me spend some time with you girl
Wanna get high with you girl
Yeah I'm tryna get inside of you girl
I just wanna know
Wanna go fast, don't want slow
Baby can you show some'
After that can you blow

I know what I like 'bout you girl
You the one no you not the two girl
You the one I want yeah I thought you knew girl
Yeah I feel like Nick, you could be my New Girl
Just like Jess, uh
Baby girl yeah I made this song to impress ya
Not no normal fit, yeah I like that she a dresser
Not no normal chick, she gon' get in my sweatshirt
What she in? The Revenge one
Wanna give my time to you
I got my eye on you
I would die for you girl
Know that I won't lie to you
'Cause you too fye to lose
I wanna be with you girl

Tryna catch a vibe with you girl
Let me spend some time with you girl
Wanna get high with you girl
Yeah I'm tryna get inside of you girl
I just wanna know
Wanna go fast, don't want slow
Baby can you show some'
After that can you blow

Tryna catch a vibe with you
Let me spend some time with you
Wanna get high with you

With You

FRITOS

@killdavyn - CUT
Produced by @italianbrokeboy
CODE RED OTW

Lyrics:
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Fill up my cup, the bitch is a slut
Lil shawty choosin', put dick in her gut
I'm smokin' that gas, it turn you to runts
My name is Davyn and I got a blunt
I just pull up, I'm like wassup
She wanna fuck, let's get into some
Bro got a chop and it came with a drum
I got a thot and I'm makin' her cum
My dick like a stick and I hit like a drum
Dick in that bitch and I'm makin' her hum
I'm in her mouth like she poppin' some Tums
Pull up on a baddie, we havin' some fun

I'm on the east side
That's a bad bih, I'mma eat out
All from the back, I'mma mufuckin' beat up
Killin' the pussy, I treat it like Rita
I'm 'bout to eat up, call it comida
Davyn you do it like that it's so easy
No I don't write in this hoe, I just freestyle
I feel like Wayne how I'm beatin' the beat up
We make a movie, I send it to Regal
Pull up to Philly, I pull up on Chi Chi
Where are the bad hoes that wanna eat me?
Where are the bad hoes, bumpin' on repeat?
I keep that hoe on the side like a cheat sheet
Do that bih love me? I treat her like Kiki
I'm with my bro in this bitch, shout out Fiifi
I'm off the gas, bih like a chimney
Fuckin' I'm bussin' a nut on her titties
Fuckin' I'm bussin' a nut on her face card
Vroom! I just pulled up in a race car
Lil shawty bad, you know I stay hard
I just be bussin' my shot like a AR
That nigga not on shit, yeah he fake hard
I'm at the job and they fuck up my paystub
Ball like LeBron on the mufuckin' Lakers
Don't fuck with you niggas, you mufuckin' negars

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Fill up my cup, the bitch is a slut
Lil shawty choosin', put dick in her gut
I'm smokin' that gas, it turn you to runts
My name is Davyn and I got a blunt
I just pull up, I'm like wassup
She wanna fuck, let's get into some
Bro got a chop and it came with a drum
I got a thot and I'm makin' her cum
My dick like a stick and I hit like a drum
Dick in that bitch and I'm makin' her hum
I'm in her mouth like she poppin' some Tums
Pull up on a baddie, we havin' some fun, yeah

I'm in the cut
I'm in the cut
I'm in the cut
I'm in the cut
I'm in the cut
I'm in the cut
I'm in the cut
I'm in the wha?
Pull up on shawty and she want some
Beat it up, beat it up, just like a drum
That's a bad hoe so you know I'm not done
Nigga my bars hot just like the sun
Damn lil shawty wanna show me some
Sip on the drank, gotta pour me up
I'm in the- WHAT, with a hoe or some
Dance lil bitch on yo toes or some
She get to throwin' that ass, she make it clap, fuckin' that bih 'cause she bad
I hit that hoe from the back, just like a crack, she get to callin' me dad
Uh, watch yo step, in her neck, just like strep throat
Uh, she want sex, that's a bet, I want that hoe
Huh, beat her back, from the back, 'cause it's fat hoe
Huh, wipe yo nose, just like slatt, slatt slatt slatt hoe

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Fill up my cup, the bitch is a slut
Lil shawty choosin', put dick in her gut
I'm smokin' that gas, it turn you to runts
My name is Davyn and I got a blunt
I just pull up, I'm like wassup
She wanna fuck, let's get into some
Bro got a chop and it came with a drum
I got a thot and I'm makin' her cum
My dick like a stick and I hit like a drum
Dick in that bitch and I'm makin' her hum
I'm in her mouth like she poppin' some Tums
Pull up on a baddie, we havin' some fun (WHAT!)

I'm in the cut (a lot of times)

Produced by typhelicia

Lyrics:
I'm on bad time
Beat the pressure out her back, she got a bad spine
Smokin' on that zaza, yeah it got me mad high
Talkin' 'bout the cash baby yeah it's bag time, bag time
Smokin' on the gas baby yeah I'm mad fried, red eyes
Got the shades on when I'm inside, tryna hide
Why he runnin'? Yeah that boy a dead guy, fah fah
Make him disappear like a ta-da, yeah

Wassup bae?
Pull up to the city and the bitches showin' love bae
Ridin' in the city in a big black truck bae
I don't show no pity to them niggas, I'm like yuck, aye
Where the cups at? 'Cause I'm tryna pour up right now
Outside with the gang, I'm catchin' dubs right now
Bitch I'm outside with the gang, we at the club right now
They not fuckin' with the gang they know it's up right now
She gon' pull up on me, I get sucked right down
Bitch I'm 'bout that action, I'm a verb not a noun
She got all that ass, got the fattest in the town, tryna take her down
She play all my songs, yeah she like it, she want Davyn now
Money in my bank account
Bad hoe, I'mma take her down
No cape, I won't save her now
Hello when I hit it, bow
Just like B Lou
Lame ass nigga won't be you
I died and came back like I'm Sifu
Bad hoe she like sea food
She like "Damn, I see you"

I'm on bad time
Beat the pressure out her back, she got a bad spine
Smokin' on that zaza, yeah it got me mad high
Talkin' 'bout the cash baby yeah it's bag time, bag time
Smokin' on the gas baby yeah I'm mad fried, red eyes
Got the shades on when I'm inside, tryna hide
Why he runnin'? Yeah that boy a dead guy, fah fah
Make him disappear like a ta-da, yeah

FRITOS

vyn

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