my mixed version from the mv

yt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSBXkF2TWeM&ab_channel=underdogs

tana - kount bana // so kunt [allencore]

its over

LUCY

Produced By Valentin Motte

(Lyrics)

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, I’m still on it 
Yeah, Yeah, but I’m still on it 
(What)
Yeah, Yeah, but I’m still on it)

And I told you I quit the gas, but I’m still on it 
And you told me this shit wouldn’t last, but I’m still on it
And these niggas, they don’t know half, and they don’t know nothing
And my son not finna know the half, cus this shit get ugly 
And your hoe be busting her ass, my hoe don’t do nothing
I could just let your ass have it, yeen had nothing
Niggas ain’t talking bout static, these boys ain’t on nothing
All of this designer fabric and I ain’t spend nothing
You paying these hoes for their snatches and I ain’t spend nothing

You wanna get to my level, then put some bands up 
Hold up, I’m trying get to a whole ‘nother level, so I can’t let up 
Hold up, I’m flying out to New York for the show, I was just on the bus
Hold up, I do this shit for my boys in the dirt, ain’t forgetting you, bruh
Hold up, I slide all through your town in a Cadillac bulletproof truck 
Old niggas calling my phone, tryna tell me it’s luck 
I’m really driving and flying to whole different cities, to make sure I get my name up
My heart been broken and repaired so many times, promise you this shit come with the pain, bruh
I know I smoked with you last week, you feel a whole different high, this a different strain, bruh 
I was just getting bread last week, hitting the same exact site with a different name, bruh
My niggas trapping off plastic, bag full of work in the trunk but it didn’t stink, bruh 
I just delivered The Package, promise I’m still having work, but it did its thing, bruh

Ahh, I’m still on it 
And you told me this shit wouldn’t last, but I’m still on it
And these niggas, they don’t know half, and they don’t know nothing
And my son not finna know the half, cus this shit get ugly 
And your hoe be busting her ass, my hoe don’t do nothing
You never had to bust your ass, so you ain’t did nothing
Whenever I busted my ass, I always got up 
These niggas be proud of my ass, and I ain’t did nothing 
When I can just Prada my bag, you know I did something 
I could just let your ass have it, yeen had nothing
Niggas ain’t talking bout static, these boys ain’t on nothing
All of this designer fabric and I ain’t spend nothing
You paying these hoes for their snatches and I ain’t spend nothing

(You wanna get to my level, then put some bands up 
Hold up, I’m trying get to a whole ‘nother level, so I can’t let up 
Hold up, I’m flying out to New York for the show, I was just on the bus
Hold up, I do this shit for my boys in the dirt, ain’t forgetting you, bruh)

Vadova - Still On It

Produced by Skrtshordi, Yondrr

(Lyrics)
Guap, Guap, Guap
Guap, Guap, Guap (Ha haa)
( … really tried stop this shit)
Guap, Guap, Guap
Guap, Guap, Guap
(These niggas really tried to come…
Come together against this shit)

We swerving
Your favorite fuckin’ coupe
Honey bourbon 
Backwoods, bitch we burn em through the roof
I’m not perfect
I’m just doing what I do
No Suburban, 
Bentley truck, lil bitch, we coming through
At your service 
Trust me, bitch, if I put trust in you
Know it hurts, hella knives in my back but I just keep moving
Came from rehearsing to late nights cooking up in every stu
Stick on my person, I’m not scared, your family scared to lose you

Hold up
None of these niggas can stop me, yeah, like a doctor they knowing my body
Usually, Glock semi-auto but, with the box on the back it’s a Tommy
My whole life fell into place just like dominoes, that’s the reason why I started rhyming
And if this rapping shit was college football, then a nigga would have me a Heisman 
I made a promise to put the whole team on, you can’t go nowhere, you on an island
Make the wrong move and I’m cutting that beam on, make a opp nigga strip like it’s Follies 
Upping my rank off of making these theme songs bout my life and they finna acknowledge 
Nigga I took all that lil CdG off, bitch I rock a Goodfellow from Target

We swerving
Your favorite fuckin’ coupe
Honey bourbon 
Backwoods, bitch we burn em through the roof
I’m not perfect
I’m just doing what I do
No Suburban, 
Bentley truck, lil bitch, we coming through
At your service 
Trust me, bitch, if I put trust in you
Know it hurts, hella knives in my back but I just keep moving
Came from rehearsing to late nights cooking up in every stu
Stick on my person, I’m not scared, your family scared to lose you

Vadova - ThrudaRoof (Solo Version)

produced by me & malachi

@skullsrevived
@goodlxckchi
@pilothigh1

skulls - stay weird

Produced By Malachi

(Lyrics)

Yessir
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
(Malachi nooo)

Ooh,
Blunt tight, just like some jeans
Green lighter, matching the steez
Seems like, I don’t even need you 
Seems like, you hating on me
Ooh, 
Buy twice, I don’t even need it 
Like minded, she just like me
Narcotic, bitch tryna geek
Call it chronic, designer weed

Yeah, I want my reefer 
Yeah, I’m tryna chief it
Ooh, why you tryna see her
You know she not tryna leave me 
Ooh, pour that shit up, man my cup never clear 
Ooh, I just dropped four in the liter 
Ooh, my life not boring, I hang with a bitch, she annoying 
You know she an eater
Ooh, hand me the keys and I steer
Ooh, show me the cheese and I’m near 
Ooh, I ain’t sipped lean in a month, but I poured up so much, that my piss never clear 
Ooh, whole 
Lot of bad bitches in here 
Whole, lot of extensions in here 
Yeah, you play with my niggas in here
Woah, it can get deadly in here

Pour it or light it
You spill it, we fighting
Was you tryna geek up tonight, cus I’m tryna
Beat it like fighting 
Or eat it like dining
My baby so fine, but can’t break it like china
I- I met that hoe at the midnight diner 
And rode through the night with the plates Carolina

(Interlude)

Ooh,
Blunt tight, just like some jeans
Green lighter, matching the steez
Seems like, I don’t even need you 
Seems like, you hating on me
Ooh, 
Buy twice, I don’t even need it 
Like minded, she just like me
Narcotic, bitch tryna geek
Call it chronic, designer weed

We got a lot of it, this shit too easy
Yeah, smoke, got a lot of it, make your ass chief
Notice my lungs got a little bit weaker
Can’t even run from my problems, can’t breathe
Tryna see all of my partners still breathing 
‘Tryn see you there, cus I’m there when you need me 
Yeah, who 
Wanting the za, what you needing
Can’t even open the bag, this bitch reeking
Ooh
Green light, I’m tryna beat it 
Green light, push like I mean it
Yeah, red seats, and that bitch heated 
Keep heat, you don’t know when you need it 
Yeah, open this bitch like a book, I can’t read it
Whip the pot, beat it
Mike Jack, beat it
Text on my phone ‘bout no money, can’t read it
No racks, beat it
Bullshit, keep it

Ooh,
Blunt tight, just like some jeans
Green lighter, matching the steez
Seems like, I don’t even need you 
Seems like, you hating on me
Ooh, 
Buy twice, I don’t even need it 
Like minded, she just like me
Narcotic, bitch tryna geek
Call it chronic, designer weed

Vadova - Like Minded

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Regular

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