Workin'

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Lyrics

mm, uh, mm, uh
this is Japanese denim
jeans made of leather
Vietnamese i got hella
i spent too much pounds in LA
all my swag its interstellar
two hoes bad they go together

mm, mm left right left right
two bad hoes and they tryna fight
bro keep a g19 on his thigh
Im tryna see nine tings in a night
mm, i feel zen i dont feel high
when it gets dark outside i feel right
yeh shit gets hard but im gon be fine

hm, mm 
i been tryna just keep to myself
mm hoe lock in on me she rocking ysl
bro why they flocking on me they know im wise as hell
yo keep stocking up jeans i need them right now
hoe keep causing a scene
mm yuh bitch im king to a queen
mm, life move fast like lightning McQueen
huh, i put gang in nice limousines
im getting pounds im eating good ass cuisine
spent too much on mf jeans

mm, big high up foreign roller
Maybach look like supernova
diamonds white like cliffs of dover
i get bands you cant get over
im off land in a big ass rover 
style like me can you get that? no bruh
flight on me i got jetlag sober
i took the bad bitch bent her over
i got the rad bitch she like-

mm, uh, mm, uh
this is Japanese denim
jeans made of leather
Vietnamese i got hella
i spent too much pounds in LA
all my swag its interstellar
two hoes bad they go together

(outro)

japanese denim [prod. cereo + 1eworld]

Venus

size 43 (prod. underdxog vst)

Said Wha (yungstxxzy)

lone!

Took His Bitch

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[Intro]
Huh, pull up, we goin' celebrate
Her ass like a piece of cake
When I take a bite of that shit
I hope I’m not seein' straight
Yeah, that bitch must love me
She just drugged me
With that ass she put up on me
Feel like mafia, ride with Tommies
Like a Rugrat, bitch I’m Tommy
Wait

[Verse 1]
Huh, and I just poured a fuckin' four
Lil' bitch, I’m geeked
I was sippin' red, lil' bitch
While you were sippin' green
Yo bitch call me a chiropractor
'Cause my dick all in her spleen
Gave that bitch a countdown when we fuckin'
Ion need your time consumption

[Chorus]
(Pull up, pull up, pull up)
Pull up, we goin' celebrate
Her ass like a piece of cake
When I take a bite of that shit
I hope I’m not seein' straight
She off X and molly, off that oxy
Celebrate, celebrate, woah
Huh, celebrate, celebrate, woah

[Verse 2]
I’m too high right now
Ion even know my name, yuh
At the club celebratin'
Too high on everything, yuh
Pulled off in some shit
You won’t know the name, yuh
Brand new Arytec jacket
It go wit' everything, yuh
Off the grid, off the map
Doin' my own thing, yuh
Niggas talkin' down
While we celebrate, yuh
Movin' 'round the house like the mafia
Shootin' everything
We come in contact with
Don’t care, lil' bruh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Pull up, we goin' celebrate
Her ass like a piece of cake
When I take a bite of that shit
I hope I’m not seein' straight
Yeah, that bitch must love me
She just drugged me
With that ass she put up on me
Like the mafia, ride with Tommies
Like a Rugrat, bitch I’m Tommy
Wait

[Outro]
Huh, and I just poured a fuckin' four
Lil' bitch, I’m geeked

(Y’all just gotta celebrate
Every once in a while
Heh, sad ahh bitches, heh)

Celebrate Ft. shwn*

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catch him (fukhavi x chopstick) - lyrics 💕:

bitch, huh, we spot him, we got him, we shot him, i fuck on yo daughter, we lob her, she naughty, i’m noddin' off lean, i’m sippin' codeine, i’m booted off beans, like huh
bitch, huh, we catch him, he lacking, that AR attacked him, i got hella racks in the bank, if he want a lil feat, we gon' tax the bitch, i just be shooting them threes, like huh
you tryna come spin over here, run you over like dear, lil bitch i got that gear, made his ass disappear, is this shit sounding clear, it ain’t no man i fear, like huh
she fuckin, hit her from the rear, nah you ain’t gettin' near, lil bitch you not my peer, cut him off like it shears, when i look in the mirror, it’s a real sista here, like huh

double back with the g10, leave a pussy right on the cement,
i got an arp, but i'm not ayerp, how is you slime if you ain't got no tec
bitch i'm runnin' up these checks, bitch i'm fanned out check the specs
all of my sistas be walking around with FN's they finna aim it at yo neck

my bitch, she stay with snipa, hit you in yo head, put you on yo ass
i'm in the field souljas, and they seein' red, bitch you'll never last
hop in a amg 'cedes, i'm speedin' down quick, i think i might crash
pussy we are not the same, i'm upper then you, we always contrast
no you ain't talk bout shit, you a little bitch, you gotta admit it
i walk in this bitch, and i brought my stick in it
he talkin crazy bitch i'm getting rid of him

bitches be whining, just quit it
all of my flows, he bit it
walk out of the house, im fitted
shut yo bitch ass up, listen

bitch, huh, we spot him, we got him, we shot him, i fuck on yo daughter, we lob her, she naughty, i’m noddin' off lean, i’m sippin' codeine, i’m booted off beans, like huh
bitch, huh, we catch him, he lacking, that AR attacked him, i got hella racks in the bank, if he want a lil feat, we gon' tax the bitch, i just be shooting them threes, like huh
you tryna come spin over here, run you over like dear, lil bitch i got that gear, made his ass disappear, is this shit sounding clear, it ain’t no man i fear, like huh
she fuckin, hit her from the rear, nah you ain’t gettin' near, lil bitch you not my peer, cut him off like it shears, when i look in the mirror, it’s a real sista here, like huh



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