Playboi Carti - R.I.P (Guts Rage, Guitar Remix)

The Lost Petals

Rehab

Hollow Prayers

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Playboi Carti - Evil Jordan (Popular Intro)

5th @jaydeschrist rock leak of 2025
dm for takedown

jaydes - bastard *FULL SONG*

DEJA VU FT EDNA ALIANA, AARON KAMI

Lyrics: I told that bitch to wake up good morning (good morning yeah) 
Money in my bed you know I’m horny
Ain’t wake up to no top oh my god this bitch is boring (uh huh, uh huh)
She talking bout she tired girl you ain’t even snoring
I told that bitch to wake up good morning (good morning yeah) 
Pop smoke it’s raining when it’s pouring (uh huh)
My diamonds on me wet you would think that it was porridge (uh huh, uh huh)
And all my bitches rare yeah yeah they be foreign

I told that bitch to wake up
I said Hennessy my cup
Yeah let me feel your body baby I can’t get enough (uh huh)
And she keep talking bout it’s tough when she know she like it rough (uh huh)
And if I spot a pussy boy I put that nigga in my blunt put that nigga in my cup (uh huh, uh huh)
Nah for real I’m bout to slide on an opp and I slide on the block and I catch me a kill (uh huh)
And I’m bout to go to LA when I stay in a mansion I stay in the hills (uh huh)
Then I might go to Japan then I fuck on a fan cause I guess that’s the deal (uh huh, uh huh)
And then I might make me a mill 

If you got a problem what’s up (uh huh)
Bitch yea I stay with a sword you a fairy ass nigga you looking like Puck (uh huh)
If you keep taking percs then you might go berserk you may die and throw up (uh huh)
I hope you don’t do it to cope or you do it for jokes but I guess for the rush (uh huh, uh huh)
But you gotta keep your head up
I used to be in your spot (uh huh) I used to be on the block (uh huh) I used to be overlooked (uh huh) I’m bout to get to the top
I used to serve all the rock mama I got me a job
Run up on me and get robbed that’s on my stick and I swear that’s on God (uh huh, uh huh)

I told that bitch to wake up good morning
Money in my bed you know I’m horny
Ain’t wake up to no top oh my god this bitch is boring
She talking bout she tired girl you ain’t even snoring (uh huh, uh huh)
I told that bitch to wake up good morning (uh huh)
Pop smoke it’s raining when it’s pouring (uh huh)
My diamonds on me wet you would think that it was porridge  (uh huh, uh huh)
And all my bitches rare yeah yeah they be foreign
I told that bitch to wake up

Good Morning! (Wake Up)

lyrics, vocals, and mixing by shteppi
production by peril

(verse 1:)
girl i can’t 
is you serious?
i can’t talk to my bro
cuz his hoe,
actin curious
she think that i’m gon go
pack my bags
leave my man
jump in head first with no plan
girl bye i’m gone
fake ass tan
i think i understand

(chorus:)
she hates
my guts
cuz she don’t have good taste
girl i
don’t want
to get between y’alls space
cuz he’s not him
and i’m not her
so keep your “him”
while i keep word

(verse 2:)
girl, grow up
i’m so lost
don’t you think it would have happened
before you showed up?
cuz i’m not
the type to wait for compassion
oh i’m so sick explaining every time
i’m a girl who loves a guy
and my homie ain’t my type
makes me feel so sick inside
ain’t nobody want your man
you’re the only girl ‘could stand him
i’m so sick of wasting plans
cuz his girl don’t understand and 

(chorus:)
she hates
my guts
cuz she don’t have good taste
girl i
don’t want
to get between y’alls space
cuz he’s not him
and i’m not her
so keep your “him”
while i keep word

shteppi - bad taste.

Lyrics:
You don’t gotta know all that
That (x2)
Only that I came to be with you
But if you wanna know that bad
Bad (x2)
I’ve never been this deep in love, to tell you the truth
And I don’t really wanna go back
Back (x3)
To being friends and spending every day feeling blue
So baby come and sit on my lap
Lap (x2)
And let me tell you everything I love about you

Eyes like the morning
The coffee I smell
And even a skin tone to match
Reminds me of caramel
I love the length of your hair
And whatchu did to your nails
There’s no one that could compare
It’s like I’m under a spell

Small waist, and good hygiene 
Your beautiful figure, so enticing
Every move you make, so mesmerizing
I might be
Crazy to think you would like me

You're way out of my league, girl, I know
But this is something I can’t let go
Been dreaming of you, head to toe
I should prolly shut up though, cuz

You don’t gotta know all that
That (x2)
Only that I came to be with you
But if you wanna know that bad
Bad (x2)
I’ve never been this deep in love, to tell you the truth
And I don’t really wanna go back
Back (x3)
To being friends and spending every day feeling blue
So baby come and sit on my lap
Lap (x2)
And let me tell you everything I love about you

Right time, but the wrong face
She played the right cards, threw the 4 aces
I know you
Wrong girl with the right traits
Tasted so true, but it all felt fake
Everything fit, but I felt misplaced 
Her smile was real, but the love was all staged
I know you
Fell for the part she played
I know you
She wore a whole different face
Wouldn’t wanna chase
Chase (x3)
She wore my heart like jewelry, then left it in a scary, dark place
Place (x2)
Gone without a trace
Now I’m just stuck here wishing that the memories would fade
Fade (x3)
I knew all this was coming, but for some reason, I still feel so betrayed
Trayed (x2)
It was all fake
Fake (x3)

Honey Or Hollow

Honey or Hollow (prod. inuyasha x jeiddn)

Lyrics: 


I’m boutta hop in a big body GLE-ski and get lit with these niggas
I don’t give no fuck
Heard that lil nigga was talking on net I might post that lil nigga
I’m back like “what’s up?”
Yeah

Talking that shit, I get lit on the net
Pussy ass boy wanna post on the gram
That lil nigga ain’t coppin a check
He a lil bitch, he ain’t no lil threat
Run laps around this pussy nigga
What the fuck that nigga think?
I might fuck around, blow his brain
Yeah, that choppa know my name

I been rolling this shit like a gacha, lil nigga
I been getting this paper, get prada, lil nigga
S.O.S on his name when I pull out the choppa
Stomp on his head in some Balenciagas
That lil nigga was cappin, right there on the net
Yeah, I heard that lil nigga a bitch
Talk on my name, I get active
I’m with the smoke and I’m sending that static

I might pop shit, and get lit
I said fuck about politician
I’m really singing on this shit, something you cannot do
Cause who the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout 
Nigga turn off that autotune
I don’t wanna hear your mic, no no
Turn off that autotune

Think that you could bother me, lil nigga i think I’m fray
I just did my lil prom, yeah me and bae, we stuntin today
we ate down on them bitches, oh no no no they can’t replace
Know how bad you gon’ ache
You want that touch today

Brand new choppa, red-eye
I got a stick in the back with a dead-eye
Real eyes realize I’m gon’ kill you
Tryna forgive, lil nigga I see you
Hop in that right there, right there with that Drac’ and you know a lil nigga gon’ pop out and bang
They ain’t gon’ talk ‘bout lil Blixy the way I been getting that paper, I’m stacking that cake
My bitch don’t run, she gon’ bust it and shake
My bitch so fine, she look sexy today
Loving the drum, love the 808
Got a kick drum choppa, let it ring
Lil bitch nigga chirpin’ on bird app
Spin back on a nigga like a relapse
Hit his chest, make a lil nigga collapse
Stop playing, lil nigga you are not that
That guy

You a lil bitch, why the fuck would you try?
Said that lil shit like a hundred times
Talk on the net, lil nigga, you fried
Talk on the gang, you know DOWNHILL gon’ slide
Me and Lil Blu, we was chillin’ all night
Laugh at your ass while you look on the site
Don’t know if we find you dead or alive
S.O.S, they screaming “why?”

What’s YoungOzhani to Ohtani
Singing that shit just like Kehlani
You are ass, nigga, Dasani
Nigga got wide arms, like Ronnie
I am her Clyde, you know she is my Bonnie
hit a home run on YoungOzhani
Gon chop that nigga up like salami

And you a lil bitch, and you ain’t gon’ pop shit
You ain’t know that
Bitch I been up in the back of the coupe and i’m smokin’ throwback
Me and Blu boutta turn up the function, you know that we getting it lit and it’s active
New patek right there on my wrist and this automatic
This shit could get tragic

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