05/2024

lyrics:

baby i been thinkin bout ya love tonight 
(love tonight)
baby can we just make this right?
(can we make this right?)
baby i been thinkin bout ya love tonight 
(bout ya love)
baby can we just make this right?

baby i don’t wanna lose you
(i don’t wanna lose you, i don’t wanna lose you)
baby can we make it through?
(can we make it through?)
baby i only want you
(baby i want you)
need a room just for us two
(need a room just for us two)

said you can’t find nobody better 
(just tell me if you find him baby)
yeah you done fucked my head up

fucked my head up, why you did that?
i might just go and get my lick back
i need you baby, where you at? i miss that
now ya friend in my phone, imma hit that 

yeah i hit that, i enjoyed it too
remember me and you in that bathroom?
when i had my hands all up on you
now i’m wit your friend, that’s the issue

but we both know it’s not the same
(not the same x4)
cause i know it should be you and me

you and me (x4)

baby don’t you miss our love? 
baby don’t you miss when we fucked?
baby i miss your touch 
too bad we couldn’t make up

that’s that shit that hurt me the most
(hurt me the most)
didn’t sleep 3 days hoping that shit just was a joke
(shit was a joke)
ain’t talk in a minute baby i need you to come home
(baby come home)
why you gave up on me? what happened to all of your hope?

(all of your hope)
(hurt me the most)
(that shit was a joke)
(need you to come home) 

(what happened to your hope?)
(shit hurt me the most)
(that shit was a joke)
(need you to come home)

Cycle of Love

11/2024

lyrics:

no writing on this shit
i’m off the top, you can’t compare, i know i got you pissed

i’m like LeBron, im number #1, i know i got you pissed
you can’t take me off that list

runnin through these bitches like Emmitt Smith up in this bitch

you steal my sauce, you is my son, you is my lil kid

that bitch don’t wanna talk but she won’t tell me what i did
i fucked her over, text a couple hoes, shit I admit
i invite her over, shed a couple tears like I regret it
i might need a border, got a couple bitches that want my head
i hope my daughter don’t catch my karma when it end

my innocence was stripped when i was a lil jit
the internet gon fuck ya head up, you should’ve known that kid
well bitch i’m fed up, therapy ain’t gon help me now
i pick my head up, put them thoughts down under, i let em drown

ghetto bitch real gutter
got hoe problems? i go and send her
she go and get her
she won’t let up, she might dead her

i miss bri bri
finna text her, see what she need
she got a man now, but she said that the last 15
times that i done text her
bitch praise me like i blessed her
bitch want daisies, i won’t get em
she said she love me, i’m thinking set up

fuck
i’m paranoid like a motherfucker

tuck
that love shit i don’t wanna hear it

are you a hero? or are you tired of who you see up in that mirror?
and my tolerance zero, i’m sick of hearin shit that you sayin

you need a father figure, i can tell that ya pops ain wit ya
tell me bitch what you figure? i’m tired of conversatin wit you niggas
you a internet disser, you ain on shit when you see a nigga
she want me to fix her, i can’t do shit but give her good-

fuck

bitch want me to fix her, i can’t do shit
i can’t do shit but give good dick
add her to the list, add another tally up on that bitch
she talm bout kids, i gotta nut and then i gotta dip
when i make it big, i ain’t givin nothin to you pigs

yeah i’m a asshole, i’m a problem, bitch i admit
yeah i’m a asshole, i’m a problem, bitch i’m conceited
yea yea
bitch i win, and you defeated

ASSHOLE!

lyrics: 
Yeah I just spent three racks in Japan
I ain’t givin out sh*t to you h*es
Like h*ll nah bih move ya hand
These n*ggas be stealin my flow
1 of 1, can’t get these pants
These n*ggas be b*tches and h*es
That sh*t don’t make no sense

I’m crackin that h*e like four
I’m in demon n*gga ridin fast
I’m stackin up n*ggas countin less
I’m stackin up n*ggas counterfeit
I heard these n*ggas goin fed
I heard these n*ggas some rats
I’m leavin that n*gga all red
Like h*ll nah you ain’t comin back 
Why the bih want me to hold hands?
Like h*ll nah bih you a gnat
Shawty ahh say she want d*ck
Like why you ain just start wit that?
I’m stackin these h*es like a pimp
Imma eat that h*e if it’s fat
Why these n*ggas be fake claimin crip?
We know you ain cut like that

Everytime I need bout two h*es yeah I’m layin straight down in the middle
I’m givin my n*ggas these loopholes yeah I’m making these n*gga a** richer
These n*ggas don’t want no problems, n*gga too little yeah flick em like critter
Why that bih keep callin my phone? I’m sorry lil baby I do not miss you
Why shawty tryna get toxic? I do not want it yeah baby just keep it 
No you ain comin in the crib, we can’t kick it, not like FIFA
All my b*tches be hip, you can’t talk to her, she a diva 
I’m cuttin these n*ggas a** life short and I’m ridin round feelin like a reaper 

Got a Cuban b*tch, she on the pill
I’m in Cuba b*tch kick it on a pier
Tryna stack up, I want a mil
She want d*ck yeah I’m finna get her filled 
P*ssy n*gga you ain’t gettin on the field
You on the bench yeah n*gga off the rip
You a b*tch yeah n*gga keep it real
Catch me outside yeah n*gga Dr. Phil 

Yeah I just spent three racks in Japan
I ain’t givin out sh*t to you h*es
Like h*ll nah bih move ya hand
These n*ggas be stealin my flow
1 of 1, can’t get these pants
These n*ggas be b*tches and h*es
That sh*t don’t make no sense

CATCH ME OUTSIDE

Lyrics:

Yeah, yeah
Hoe tryna tell me what’s new
Bitch, I don’t care about you
Got a new man? That’s cool
Like nah, I ain’t tryna see no proof
Tell the lil bitch, “Just move”
Yeah I tell the lil bitch, “Just move”

See the words I speak? They true
It’s me and Kharacter in a booth
Now I drive in a coupe
And I swear this bitch fast too
Do a driveby, I’ll shoot
We gon’ knock the bitch out his shoes
He ain’t gon’ have no clue
Yeah, the nigga won’t have no clue

You ain’t gettin no dap, you ain’t cool
I need my bitches in twos
Two times two times two
I’ll leave a nigga bleedin, be bool
I heard you’re lookin for a function yeah I got a party in my room
(My room)
She don’t even care where I bust shit, yeah I could leave it all over her room
Im goin crazy in that pussy, yeah, I’m goin ape shit, baboon
When I eat the pussy I ain’t rushin yeah I like to savor my food 
She want a nigga with motion yeah I win nigga and you lose
You and yo friends bad, I want you and you and you

Yeah I wanna lay my head where I wanna
I-in that pussy be straight pummel
I-i need me some marijuana
I’m just coolin I’m just ballin, you want start shit, you a problem
I-i just blow chop like osama
Bih keep callin, imma block her
Ch-ch-chop a nigga up he screwed
I can’t give a hoe no dollar
G-g-get that nigga a ambulance, he cryin for his momma
Ne-ne-ne-never beef bout bitches, you a pussy, you want drama
Ch-ch-chromie on my bitches I might post em if I wanna
Ch-chromie on my britches, I ain’t stackin what you talkin bout?
Yeah yeah
Me and my dawg Josh in this bitch and we might rock out

Once I cut that breaker off, this whole bitch gon’ go on lockdown
Shawty know I love to ball, she so foul, I need a timeout
Brand new bitch, yeah, I’m too raw, something new for her to findout
Shawty, cut the camera off, let’s have fun, bae, turn the lights out
I say, cut the camera off, let’s have fun, bae, turn the lights-

I’m like chromie on her body, so much money, wanna spend it all?
I- I put chromie on her body, type shit make her take the panties off
I- I’m like chromie on her body, so much money, wanna spend it all?
I- I put chromie on her body, type shit make her take the panties off

Chromie On My Mind

BACCCARAT FT.SKAIWATER 1300 SAINT💁‍♀️🛍️💝

xaviersobased x che - bleau [prod. xaviersobased x cxo]

lyrics:
you could say what you want to, i know you ain’t the one for me
back then when i had you, too stuck up on ecstasy
too stuck up on ecstasy (x2)
bad gyal waan whine pon mi (x2)
cheri vin danse, move ya feet (x3)
cheri vin danse, move ya- 

i done spent some time wit you
i done made my mind on you
i don’t spent my dimes on you
i just want my time back
i done bought you bags, know you like that
i see you out the country, baby tell me where ya flights at
i know i said you ain’t the one, but you look so good i ain’t made my mind yet

i know im back and forth wit you
i know im back and forth wit you, know i ain’t good for you
i don’t wanna talk to you
i don’t wanna talk to you, but i wanna ball wit you

oh i know you like that (x3)
you like when it’s toxic, i know how you get, that’s when you like to bite back
i like it polished, i don’t like that shit, i ain’t on that life path
baby be honest, i’m the best you can get, i don’t get why you like that

i ain’t even see you in a minute (x2)
how could you be with them niggas? (x2)

you could say what you want to, i know you ain’t the one for me
back then when i had you, too stuck up on ecstasy
too stuck i’m on ecstasy (x2)
too stuck on ecstasty
too stuck i’m on ecstasy (x2)
too stuck up on ecstasy (x2) 
too stuck up on-

ecstasy

lyrics:
Wow, wow wow wow
Boutta put that bih down, down
I’m seein all red, I’m huntin for these niggas, I feel like Bloodhound, hound

I’m lookin for blood like a vamp, huh
I’m lookin for that nigga, where you at? Yeah
Got that bih goin, turn her on, uh
Twin bitches tryna throw me neck, yeah!

Yeah (x4)
Hit my ex up, give her hell
Got my bread up, I’m swell
Swell (x4)
Get ya bread up, pussy need his bands up
That just bad luck, that’s bad luck
Nigga broke as fuck, rockin bed bugs
I’m up as fuck, Nirvana
Nirvana
Bitch you get McDonalds
I don’t want no drama
Broke niggas do anything
Well tell em it’s up
Huh
I tell em it’s up

I just went ghost on this bih, yeah
I just went ghost on this hoe, yeah
Bih ridin dick, doin tricks, yeah
If it’s mine, tat it on ya throat, aw yeah!
This bitch always mad when I post, aw yeah!
That bitch still be mad, want her dose, woah woah
I tell that bih no, gotta go, woah yeah!
I still give her dick, false hope

Yeah (x4)
Take my shirt off, let the wings show
I’m spending my weekend with a bimbo
I’m safe as fuck, ridin in that fishbowl 
I’ll fuck yo head up, fuck yo mental
I’m ridin to the bank like a hedgehog 
424 jeans hangin off my ass dawg

lyrics:
Like did I fuck her friend? Bitch I might’ve
I’m still trippin out bout Naila
Hol on, I ain’t trippin bout shit but a dollar
That bih trippin out bout bodies
Bird brain hoe, filled up with follies
Big bankroll, bitch can’t top me
My main hoe know my body

To the bank, makin deposits 
What’s ya rank? Lil nigga you ain’t bout it
Ian trippin but who the fuck you dialin?
Ian trippin I got hall of fame dimer
I like ratchet hoes that like fightin
Heard a nigga want smoke, I just light em
This a red dot nigga I ain’t fightin
Blow ya shit smooth off, Al Qaeda
Big clip, straight teeth, she a biter
I want that bih look like Latto (x3)
This some 42, pour out the bottle (x2)

I like bad hoes lookin like Halle
You know the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I know some niggas who ain’t countin bands, who wanna be friends, go and pick up the noose
I know some bitches that’s lookin for mans, I pick up her pants, tell her get out my room
I know some bitches that bring all her friends, I’m makin some plans, I’m makin some room
I know some bitches that wanna be tens, go clean up ya mess, come eat up yo food
I know some niggas that ruin ya plans, I burnt all them bridges, I tell em Katon
I know some niggas that damn near be pissin, ain’t nun to say till I get in that booth
I know some niggas that always be dissin, ain’t nun to-
I know some niggas that always be dissin, these niggas ain’t tough, these niggas gon lose

Pay some attention, get all yo lessons, I am the best bitch, I am the proof
Pay some attention, get all yo lessons, I am the best bitch, I am the-
Know I am the- (x2)

I KNOW!

Che - Get Rich [CXO]

Golden X Get Away </3 (interlude)

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