Underground Freshman '25

*Dj Nyt3m4r3* Acid Souljah & Nettspend - Habit (Prod David Shawty)

www.bryalle.com

lyrics:

Where yo' kid?
You like 30, bitch, omd
Get this shit , mm
I just put a rack, on my bitch
where yo- where yo rent
yuh
I just spent 2 bands, that's yo rent
she a friendly hoe, I just got the ick
I abandoned her, I ain't standing her, no
I'm a single nigga, yea I'm tired of these hoes

a-a-always singing, boy, said that's that lightskin shit

I got rich as shit, niggas pocket watching
fuck it crash the whip, I hit the dash, nigga ain't no stopping
I got 60 pints of ack in the back, know my body dropping

know my body dropping, only smoke exotic
yes I do got a type, no ion' like them thotties
mm, I just popped a molly, she turned to a hottie
yea , I walk in the party, 10s up on my body
yuh, I like me lightskin hoe, petite good body
sh- shit but ion got no type
if you my wife, then you my wife
sh- she said what's yo type, shit idk if we could vibe
yuh, still hate that one ex, man I hope she could fuckin die

I'm just playing
dis bitch, she play too much
I jus loved her too much
yeah I got too many opps', so I got' keep my big gun
and I love my fuckin thot, she finna' do her big one

she gon' do that big one
I'm tryn' fuck that- mm- mm- mm-
I'm tryn' fuckin hit sum
she said, "u so pretty"
yuh, she said, I'm so handsome
she so itty bitty, yuh
I could hold her wit One hand

now that hoe screaming my man
running with dem bands
how she use them hands so good
no I don't do percy percy's, never did, but yes I could
ghetto bitches, twerkin' twerkin', bad hoes, they from the hood

(ay- ayo Bry'alle, fuck all these niggas up)

(Its Evvls and your'e fucking with Bry'alle bitch)

(turn me up deezy)

WHERE

where?

left hand (muney jordan)

@nettspend
https://open.spotify.com/track/0f6kgACNJx1wuReZAUrrXb?si=fd9ae813446743dd
Out all plats 1.1 (in cuppa hours)

Lyrics:
[Intro]

This is a dopamine boys exclusive you little bitch

[Verse]
Heard the phone ringing, so I had to skip the test
They heard the gun singing, so they had to hit the nest
Yeah the ringing in my ears, made me run upset
Yeah they talking down on nett, but they dont know whos next
I told st47ic that he got it, that boy gotta flex
I was missguided, tryna level up the net
But im with zuro in that track not a scat
And if we see fucking scat then yeah we shooting at that scat
Deadlow yeah you acting like some cats
All my brothers big dogs, ain't no pussy in my trap
Why these bitches pussies looking like a trap?
I ain't tryna lock in, yall had no motion
Too up, too drunk, my brothers got motion
Too up, too drunk, we keep potions
We keep pushing, witch gang chosen

[Verse]
We keep motion, pouring up the potion
Fuck the emotions, fucked your bitch I'm going
Your bitch was sucking on my dick and she was throating
Tooker her to my place, where the fuck we going?
Shut up bitch, you ain't gotta fucking worry
And when she talk to me, she talking bullshit
When she lies, she say sorry
Told my own stories, you you dont you phoney
Choppa in my jeans and you know got some storage
Ya im fucking fucking horny, call my fucking phone b
Jumping in that pussy, dive, got some courage
And the trap got some motion, pour up the fucking potion
Give a fuck about emotions
Aahh
You can hear the sirens blerring, off a perc, vision blurry
I can't motherfucking see shit and im chillin up in seychelles
And its smelling like a seashell

motion w nettspend prod mag n reklus1ve

Prod. Radiate x Vendr x Showjoe x WillStellar

Black Ops

with 2 (hosted by d9lton)

what zit tooya

hi-c  - D3v1lM4n

Xaviersobased - Ascend (If it was on someone help)

offsides

Archie’s Comic

Drama Wayne Gretzky

Fully Produced By rexv2

LYRICS

I think this h*e tryn' f*ck with me
That sh*t don't mean nun'
I got rich I'm counting dumb fifties
Fleh, Fleh, Big draco drum
They love rex
N*gga make em' jump
You can't spin back
B*tch is you dumb
You can't spin back
B*tch is you drunk
I'm with two bad b*tches tryn' f*ck
And she tryn' gag lil' b*tch suck
Twin, can you pour that lil' sh*t in my cup
Black sh*t, my drank, looking like mud
I don't know sh*t bout no rizzin no huzz
And I don't even get mad
That sh*t is what it was
Send him some shots
We aint' sending no love
I'm with my twin with my-
With my cuzz
Might f*ck a gemini
Just because
We make a n*gga fly
He a dove
Might up a twenty-five
With these h*es got a line up of twenty-five
Tryna' diss on a live and a n*gga died
Since he wanna go live
We gon' get him live
Put that fye on his *ss
Man that n*gga tried
This h*e say I'm that guy
I'm like "F*cking right"
Send the lo I might slide
"Am I f*cking right?"
Put this h*e on her side if I done it right

Stop it
Doing that fake sh*t
My n*ggas pop it
Slide tryn' spray sh*t
N*ggas tryn' drop sh*t
I just been waiting
Look at my options
N*ggas not maceing sh*t
We got Glock 10
B*tch I'm amazing
I just been flossing
I just got eight pints in from the doctor
All black spray on my sh*t
Sh*t awesome
H*e straight slaying my sh*t
Sh*t Awesome
H*e straight slaying my sh*t
Sh*t Awesome
New drank came in
Sh*t out of boston
New J's came in n*gga just coped em'
You straight saying sh*t
Boy you the coppers
Bad h*e, lay my sh*t on her knockers
N*ggas wanna play
They get put off they rocker
I aint' even play
I just went to my locker
Ball every day
Right wrist might lock up
A whole three days
Lil' twin got locked up
Better watch what you say
Lil' twin might pop up
Had to take off the brain
Had to lift that top up
Said she AB gang
Had to lift her top up
Riding round every day
Gotta keep yo' choppa
Young n*ggas get slayed
Old N*ggas get slaughtered

I think this h*e tryn' f*ck with me
That sh*t don't mean nun'
I got rich I'm counting dumb fifties
Fleh, Fleh, Big draco drum
They love rex
N*gga make em' jump
You can't spin back
B*tch is you dumb
You can't spin back
B*tch is you drunk
I'm with two bad b*tches tryn' f*ck
And she tryn' gag lil' b*tch suck
T- Twin, can you pour that lil' sh*t in my cup
Black sh*t, my drank, looking like mud
I don't know sh*t bout no rizzin no huzz
And I don't even get mad
That sh*t is what it was
Send him some shots
We aint' sending no love
I'm with my twin with my-
With my cuzz
Might f*ck a gemini
Just because
We make a n*gga fly
He a dove
Might up a twenty-five
With these h*es got a line up of twenty-five
Tryna' diss on a live and a n*gga died
Since he wanna go live
We gon' get him live
Put that fye on his *ss
Man that n*gga tried
This h*e say I'm that guy
I'm like "F*cking right"
Send the lo I might slide
"Am I f*cking right?"
Put this h*e on her side if I done it right

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