Releasing the vault. 1 more project then 2025 Rex is no more?

4Evr Party Conclusion

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Upcoming Artist from West Palm Beach, Florida

HATIN ON A STAR ft. terrencetoo3avy , Rocko

Ankle Breake

Lyrics:
(Groovi You’re so Crazy)
I’m finna hit me a bad bitch, i’m finna get me some
I’m finna get me some racks bitch, I gotta get me some
Fuck nigga mad that i do it like that, bitch but i dont even give a damn
Smoking this blunt and this shit really fat, nigga i’m geeked off the Indica
I’m geeked off the pill bitch
I’m so forreal bitch
But i keep me a steel bitch, if a fuck nigga play i might kill shit
I went ghost and i got rich, and these fuck niggas mad cause i’m still lit
But it’s funny you still bitch, I’m just sitting back couting these bills bitch

I got these fuck niggas mad at me, cause i be popping my shit on some ill shit
And I got these fuck niggas switching up cause i been popping my shit that’s that weird shit
If it’s smoke promise i do not fear shit
I promise that we in the clear bitch
Hanging with them fucking slime niggas, they gone backdoor you from the rear bitch

I’m finna hit me a bad bitch, i’m finna get me some
I’m finna get me some racks bitch, I gotta get me some
Fuck nigga mad that i do it like that, bitch but i dont even give a damn
Smoking this blunt and this shit really fat, nigga i’m geeked off the Indica
I’m geeked off the pill bitch
I’m so forreal bitch
But i keep me a steel bitch, if a fuck nigga play i might kill shit
I went ghost and i got rich, and these fuck niggas mad cause i’m still lit
But it’s funny you still bitch, I’m just sitting back couting these bills bitch

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STILL B*TCH

1800 YALL MAD

Tell Me What You Want – Official Lyrics
© One of a Kind Records
Written & Performed by Omárū

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[Hook]
We gon’ spend a couple racks up in Celine, boy
When I ride up on that dick, don’t cause a scene, boy

Tell me what you like, tell me what’s your sign, where you from
I don’t play these games—come on boy, show me why you the one

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[Verse 1]
Yo, I’ve been the captain, I been the recruiter
I copped a bag in the lands of Bermuda

I’m with them niggas that carry them guns with the beam
Baby, they not some regular shooters

Illest to date—can’t walk in my heels, so don’t say you relate
Ain’t cool with no bitch who can’t carry her weight
If you not a boss, I’m the one you gon’ hate
The one you gon’ hate

Wrist on polar—ain’t nobody colder
Told them bitches I am just the head bitch holder
Told my nigga I just want the green like Joker
Benz color Coca, inside mocha

Gonna take light-years to get just like this
Been Maru tatted up on my wrist
I copped that new shit, Gucci on my lips
I want them diamonds as big as my fist in blue
Different color bags and everything new
Just bought a new house for my clothes and my shoes
Put them bitches on to that brand new Miu Miu
Miu Miu

Diamonds gon’ shine like the ones on my shoes
Fucking with me, then you looking to lose
Me and my bitches turn up in a cruise
One of a Kind coming soon—spread the news

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[Hook]
We gon’ spend a couple racks up in Celine, boy
When I ride up on that dick, don’t cause a scene, boy

Tell me what you like, tell me what’s your sign, where you from
I don’t play these games—come on boy, show me why you the one

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[Verse 2]
Go on, tell me what you like, boy
A freak in the sheets, 24 hours, 7 days a week
Funny how bitches was doubting the queen
But I passed them all without hitting my peak

I came and achieved, can’t make another one up in a machine
Got the Burberry coat with the Religion jeans
On the cover of Vogue while they hate on their screens
These hoes ain’t fucking with me
When they see me, they go take a knee
I’m dressed in that new while they dressed in debris
If you not that, your bitch can’t hang around me
And that’s word to McQueen

Bitches is mad, bitches are loser
Plotting on me? Go and drop that maneuver
Driving in lavish while you in that Uber
Thinking you next? Go and dream Martin Luther

Carry these hoes like it’s nothing
The mug always sit—no discussion
I told him, “Go get me a Birkin”
And I’ll give him head—I ain’t talking concussion

I’m back and I’m better, Milan on my sweater
The gun in my tote is a custom Beretta
Can’t name any better, I’m coming for spots
Claim you that bitch, but them plays you done bought

All of those mountains they rose, I been climbed it
Better than who? Little bitch, don’t you try it
Got so much bags, they must think I’m a booster
Bitch, I’m a star—for Omar they gon’ riot

You got gassed up, now you want a piece of me
Pink Lambo, next week color grey
Now these lil rap bitches think they see the way
Never on my level—not even a seat away

Tell Me What You Like

NO MORE FREESTYLE ft. NateBready

Finality

333LMM!!

END IT ON ALL PLATS

(NO LYRICS INCLUDED)

Prod. xy1va

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Bonus: IMNOTCAPTAINSAVEAHOE!!!

LMM REX.

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