Rhude Atake - My side (but the intro is elegant af)

Møney Getta feat cliff (chrxme)

lyrics

bitch I break the bank, fold
yeah, I broke the bank, fold
I got my money calling
Siri better let me know
swag from Coachella
bag, I would never hoe
arrest, I would never fold
bad bitch could never hold
DTM im swerving in my Rolls Royce
g-2, ain't had no choice
talking ain't had no voice
shots coming in got new joiners
swerving in my new Taurus
racks coming in like

racks coming in like damn I got money
damn broke was funny
damn racks just came in, now these niggas want some money
like

bitch I break the bank, fold
yeah, I broke the bank, fold
I got my money calling
Siri better let me know
swag from Coachella
bag, I would never hoe
arrest, I would never fold
bad bitch could never hold
DTM im swerving in my Rolls Royce
g-2, ain't had no choice
talking ain't had no voice
shots coming in got new joiners
swerving in my new Taurus
racks coming in like

BRØKE THE BANK (yan)

lyrics

You can say what you want
You can say what you want
Can't trip, She in my head
She been taking up my time
She done moved into my room
She only here for one night
Promise I'm not from here

(It's gone be alright)
(It's gone be alright)
(It's gone be alright)
(It's gone be alright)

Stayed to myself
I got demons watching
She tried to come back from the past
No regrets I blocked you
Me and gang, We spinning round
Don't even need, Without you
Don't need, Without you

(It's gone be alright)
(It's gone be alright)
(It's gone be alright)
(It's gone be alright)

You can say what you want
You can say what you want
Can't trip, She in my head
She been taking up my time
She done moved into my room
She only here for one night
Promise I'm not from here

IN MY HEAD (bounce kid)

prod by yan
lyrics

Huh, used to wake up
I ain't had no pape
Now I'm up, I turn Hoes down
And she wanna fuck, It's getting too late
I'm swerving round in that wraith
Niggas too fake can't pick a face
They like take take take, drop the tape
They like take take take, drop the tape
Use to wake up I ain't had no pape
Now I'm up, I got too much faces
Bitch wanna drink my kids, how it taste?
She scream my name She like "Take Take!"
Niggas they want me to drop that tape
He in a bag, my condolences
Told him spin back, He ain't on that shit
Think I'm married, I don't want that bitch yuh

Yeah I'm going far
He see them red dots
Niggas they be plot
They plotting on me
They can't wait to see me fall
They been hating on me
Most niggas hating, they seeing me balling
Same niggas that paying that fee
Real nigga, I got her scratching on the sheets
She been playing my shit on repeat
I might be that nigga,
I might come and switch that Rutledge out your name
Huh
I just been that nigga,
I been dropping on the moon, Outer Space
Huh

Huh, used to wake up
I ain't had no pape
Now I'm up, I turn Hoes down
And she wanna fuck, It's getting too late
I'm swerving round in that wraith
Niggas too fake can't pick a face
They like take take take, drop the tape
They like take take take, drop the tape
Use to wake up I ain't had no pape
Now I'm up, I got too much faces
Bitch wanna drink my kids, how it taste?
She scream my name She like "Take Take!"
Niggas they want me to drop that tape
He in a bag, my condolences
Told him spin back, He ain't on that shit
Think I'm married, I don't want that bitch yuh

TAKETAKETAKE

lyrics

Nad nigga
There ain't no texting back
Bitch I'm in that Hellcat
I'm switching to that Jag
Niggas been inside my business
Only goal these riches
I pop out, Diamonds on wrists
They threw me in that water 
I'm different from all them fish
Niggas, Fake
Niggas, Ain't real
I can't fill a deal
Broke nigga ain't getting dollars
Freshmen bitch said I was weird
Told her I ain't need no scholar
Pussy boy, asked, "what the deal?"
Told me he ain't got no problems
Sipping purple, on that real
Niggas can't say I got problems
Step back, counting all these bills
Bitch I'm addicted to these dollars

Hands-on, I give her knowledge
Bands in, They'll take off your noggin
Please don't out your body
Had to kick that last hoe, she acting rowdy
Send poles to his dms, Why he acting dodgy?
Huh, I'm up in the moon
Don't give a fuck bout everybody
They say take up in the move

Nad nigga
There ain't no texting back
Bitch I'm in that Hellcat
I'm switching to that Jag
Niggas been inside my business
Only goal these riches
I pop out, Diamonds on wrists
They threw me in that water 
I'm different from all them fish
Niggas, Fake
Niggas, Ain't real
I can't fill a deal
Broke nigga ain't getting dollars
Freshmen bitch said I was weird
Told her I ain't need no scholar
Pussy boy, asked, "what the deal?"
Told me he ain't got no problems
Sipping purple, on that real
Niggas can't say I got problems
Step back, counting all these bills
Bitch I'm addicted to these dollars

AIN'T REAL (3rdeye)

lyrics

If I threw you racks
Would you go out and slime yo partner?
Money moving, it's been way too quick
I already lost them
One eye open, when I sleep
That's the only time these niggas
Think they over me
Huh, I don't pray god no more
True Religion on my jeans
Huh, I'm a real nigga
Hang with dogs they like to feen
Blinders over my eyes to stop
Me from all this drink

Switch up, you don't get it yuh?
Ever since I got real dollars
Bitch I ain't even feeling you
She must be heaven-sent
The way I keep going back to her
No, I can't trust another nigga
That ain't already close to me yuh yuh
RBS
Huh, huh no we best
Huh, Double R told me to bring my best
So I'm bringing out this next sound
Hollow tips they bring neck down
Huh, Red Beam make him lay down 

If I threw you racks
Would you go out and slime yo partner?
Money moving, it's been way too quick
I already lost them
One eye open, when I sleep
That's the only time these niggas
Think they over me
Huh, I don't pray god no more
True Religion on my jeans
Huh, I'm a real nigga
Hang with dogs they like to feen
Blinders over my eyes to stop
Me from all this drink

SLIME YØ PARTNA (tainiykick)

produced by tainiykick
lyrics

This to my bro,
Yeah I will never switch up on you I’ve been on
My other shit, We tight as a knot we can’t be
broken on that different shit
Stevie Wonder I can’t see these hoes
I’m switching up these bitches
How these niggas switch up like the weather 
Huh, All these niggas cold, feel like arctic
still give my sweater up
Hoe, she on the team had to blow my steam
Giddy up
Sit back, count up my green can’t lose 
self esteem get it up, I just beat it up

Who text your phone? It’s 8PM
It ain’t no calling back
There ain’t no calling back
Broke niggas can’t see
Pitched up that gas
I switched up that mask
Niggas so fake I got mad
Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh
Niggas two face I got bags
Huh, niggas ain’t been open
I was raised in that open
Real slayer, Casanova
Take off bitch like a dover
The only day that i’m sober
Is when you text me back
I try to hit your line
You can't send a voicemail back?
Real shit, smoking don't even help
No more it just fuck my system
Lately, It can't be me and my money
Bitches in my business
Just me and my bro 
I got his back
Oh yeah he got my blessings
He caught in the trap
Oh, he been shooting shit
He need a pistol
So I take that charge
We find someone else
We continue back to robbing
Free chance out that cell
Can't say too much
But we locked in
I'm a real nigga
Hang with dogs
They take your noggin
Huh, huh huh

This to my bro,
Yeah I will never switch up on you I’ve been on
My other shit, We tight as a knot we can’t be
broken on that different shit
Stevie Wonder I can’t see these hoes
I’m switching up these bitches
How these niggas switch up like the weather 
Huh, All these niggas cold, feel like arctic
still give my sweater up
Hoe, she on the team had to blow my steam
Giddy up
Sit back, count up my green can’t lose 
self esteem get it up, I just beat it up

Rhude Atake - My side (but the intro is elegant af)

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