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DAT ONE (prod. storm3)

I told my brother I’m proud of him
My brother told me he proud of me
Say what you mean, girl don’t lie to me
I get money like the lottery
Spin a nigga block, pottery 
These niggas sweeter than Chobani 
My bitch she a fine ass freak 

(Huh)

These niggas cannot fuck with me
I do not fuck with these niggas either 
Smoking on gas I feel like a tweaker 
I done learned things like a fucking teacher
I roll that boy like a fucking peta
Your bitch pull up and just suck the peter 
My pockets fatter than fucking Peter

Yeah 

Im talking bout that nigga from family guy
Im not a friendly guy, I hit that bitch then I tell that hoe “Goodbye”
Im not a good guy
Smoking on gas, I’m smoking on hood fry
You can probably tell nigga cause’ I got this red in my eye

Yeah 

Walk that nigga down like fo fum, bitch I got the fie
Bro don’t believe nothing that that bitch say cause’ she telling you a lie

She telling you she ain’t fuck me 
You already know she done fucked me
That’s why you trying to keep that bitch from me

It ain’t nothing you can do lil bro
Boy you might as well just let her go
Your bitch seeing me up in her dreams 
I feel like I’m Freddy Cougar (Whoa)
And I’m tryna fuck a cougar hoe
If you know where they at let me know 

(Nah like for real tho like) 

Im tryna fuck on somebody mama 
These niggas watch me like Dangandronpa 
My shooter turn you to stinking pamper 
Round a bad bitch I get hella proper 
On a island with hoes like its total drama
Shoot at that boy like a Fortnite llama 
Never wrote essays but had them coma’s
A nigga like me, that shit is uncommon 
Yeah 3li get money that’s common knowledge 

I told my mom I don’t fuck with college
(Huh) I ain’t fuck with school, I was skipping class like everyday 
I with my nigga Grey 
Yeah, Shoutout to my nigga Grey 
Yeah that boy down in the A 
Damn i miss that nigga think about him everyday 
I just want my bro to be great 

(Kyeah) 

And I done slid this bitch 
Your bitch want me to slide in quick 
I hit that bitch once then dip 
I get on the mic, don’t miss 
You can tell that is evident 
Boy I just gave you evidence 
Yeah, I got relevance

Prada Freestyle (Jahm0ss)

Lifelessgarments - Money FEVA (snippet)

I just woke up this morning
Yawn and stretching 
I just woke up
Yawn and stretching 
I just pulled up on your bitch I’m-
I just pulled up on your bitch and now I’m pussy stretching 
I just pulled up to the bank and now my wallet stretching
I went to the bank, I ain’t stressing
Bout that lil thot, hell nah, I ain’t stressing yuh
Hop up on the mic, lil bitch im blessing ya
Lil up coming nigga, yea his name is Yaya

Ya Ya bitch
That ho asked “I wanna fuck?” Say Ya Ya bitch
Gimme that pack Ya
Talking ‘bout right now
Gimme that pack Ya
Oh, he’s talking crazy then come let’s make the block hot
Me and my boy rolling dice, not playing hopscotch 
It’s Young Yaya in this bitch but I’m the big boss
Rick Ross huh, I’m the big boss
Shout out, yea to Jahm0ss 

I just woke up this morning, yawn and stretching 
I just woke up yuh, yawn and stretching
I just pulled up on your bitch I’m-
just pulled up on your bitch and now I’m pussy stretching 
I just pulled up to the bank and now my wallet stretching
I went to the bank, I ain’t stressing
Bout that lil thot, hell nah, I ain’t stressing yuh
Hop up on the mic, lil bitch im blessing ya
Lil up coming nigga, yea his name is Yaya

(Lil up coming nigga yea his name is Yaya)

Stretch (Jahm0ss, Kry4u)

That money gon’ come in forever 
Im smoking on exotic gas, that pressure
Bitch I be riding ‘round town with them steppers 
Talking down on me, see me and berettas
Talking down on us, nigga you get wet up
I got your ho in the crib giving neck up
If you ain’t talking ‘bout money, then shut up
I ain’t no doctor but I got that check up 
Yea… I’m in the crib with Jahm0ss
I got that pole on my lap, nigga run in here, he getting knocked off
That nigga talking down on the gang but his bitch done sucked us off
I got your ho in the crib, she spreading her legs, I do a Divin Dolph

Wait, I mean I do a dolphin dive 
Man what a time to be alive 
Your bitch sucking dick with a lot of saliva
He talking shit, send that boy to the gods, you would think that nigga was reading the Bible
Your bitch treat the dick like a thanksgiving dinner, she come in and gobble

No nigga I’m not finna squabble 
Hop in the whip and I’m going full throttle
Your bitch suck the dick like the milk in a bottle
These niggas my sons, man these niggas some toddlers
These niggas be sweater than some fucking cobbler
My pockets on green, nigga just like cava
If you ain’t talking bout money… silence


(Ya)
Yea it’s forever money coming in yuh
Forever imma stand on 10 yuh
This ho steady playing games man this shit whatever, imma fuck her friend yuh
Nigga steady making hits man this shit whatever, do this shit again yuh
Yea that Boro bitch fine as hell, best believe im tryna fuck again yuh

Yea
I’m tryna hit IceBox, with my brothers
One thing ‘bout me yea I’ll never switch on my brothers
Yea what bro said I’ll buss your brain ‘bout my brothers
Yea your bitch up in my spot, rock coochie cutters
Yea we ridin ‘round the boro with them cuttas’
Me and 3-L-I, we nothing like the others
This ho telling lies yea she just like the others
Yea im peeping how she’s tryna fuck my brothers (ya ya yaya)

Yuh, yea I got a money pool, yea you know I do a dolphin dive
You in this bitch with lil Yaya
Like what a time to be alive 
You in this bitch with lil 3li
Like what a time to be alive
Yuh run it up till im not alive yuh

That money gon’ come in forever 
Im smoking on exotic gas, that pressure
Bitch I be riding ‘round town with them steppers 
Talking down on me, see me and berettas
Talking down on us, nigga you get wet up
I got your ho in the crib giving neck up
If you ain’t talking ‘bout money, then shut up
I ain’t no doctor but I got that check up 
Yea… I’m in the crib with Jahm0ss
I got that pole on my lap, nigga run in here, he getting knocked off
That nigga talking down on the gang but his bitch done sucked us off
I got your ho in the crib, she spreading her legs, I do a Divin Dolph

Divin Dolph (jahm0ss)

Bitch im not for you, bitch im about my paper
Gotta leave that ho bitch I can’t never save her
I can’t see these hoes in these designer shades yea
I don’t wanna meet you bro, I don’t wanna do no handshakes yea
But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea
But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way
Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way
We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay
We can fuck tonight but I won’t ever call her bae
We can fuck tonight but I won’t ever call her back 
Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I’m missing that
Yea the love from that lil ho you know I’m needing that
Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back
I throw my set up just like a quarterback 
Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back 
Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back
Told them don’t push me, you get pushed right back
You sending 5, we sending 10 right back
You sending 10, we send 15 right back
Yea im tryna fuck her that shit stupid fat
Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up 
Yea my brother brother
Got it out the gutter
All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers 
Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea



Bitch im not for you, bitch im about my paper
Gotta leave that ho bitch I can’t never save her
I can’t see these hoes in these designer shades yea
I don’t wanna meet you bro, I don’t wanna do no handshakes yea
But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea
But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way
Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way
We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay
We can fuck tonight but I won’t ever call her bae
We can fuck tonight but I won’t ever call her back 
Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I’m missing that
Yea the love from that lil ho you know I’m needing that
Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back
I throw my set up just like a quarterback 
Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back 
Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back
Told them don’t push me, you get pushed right back
You sending 5, we sending 10 right back
You sending 10, we send 15 right back
Yea im tryna fuck her that shit stupid fat

Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up 
Yea my brother brother
Got it out the gutter
All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers 
Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea

Mileage (jahm0ss)

KaeSav

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