Head (prod. rb808)

“ long live them doves, missing all my brodies 
feel like all my niggas dead, swear to God yall don’t know me
we was trappin hard in the cold yeah we going
 it was jus like 40
we done fucked yo shorty
 
my lil bitch gon step on ya
all black when we creepin up
what u mean u cannot go 
im posted at yo coner store

fuck, flying back to philly finna go gooo
yo lil bitch she smart as hell she giving good dome 

fuck u mean u dont fuck wit us
kto putting u right on a t-shirt
kto get that cash get that weed first
kto wit yo bih we smoke on reefer
 
i aint switch up on nobody 
i aint switch up on my gang
i ain’t switch up on my shorty

bullets beat u up like rocky
in the west im wit my shawty
sh- shoutout fl shoutout khari 
if i hurt u just know im sorry, yeah

za inside my body
get me high and i start flying
get me high feel like im dying
feel like im dying “

doves

mix and mastered by va11c
vocals and written by va11c
produced by va11c

STAND FOR SUM PROD ME

Set The Mood

Written by: @waivion Prod by: (AyoKaddy)
Lyrics:
Rolling 'round, lane switching, fuck who ridin' with me.
Slime with me, looking for them niggas that we call the enemy.
Get em plastered onna tee, he wanna talk up out his teeth.
Birds flock together, so you know I pull up with the fleek.
And I'm so mean when she around me, I tell that hoe she can't een speak.
And im so drugged out like a crack addict i can't een get no sleep.
I took ma headphones out, she talking to me, i aint een peep.

I got Marni slippers, I got new chains too.
Rock that tommy hilfiger, got some blang blangs too.
Bitch i'm riding innat coupe, so much drugs what do I do.
This bitch acting outta pocket, she belong up inna zoo.
I don't get up in my feelings, I take it to the stu'.
Hospital I'm rushing to it cuz I burnt the whole crew.
Bitch I pop right out the blue, you can't stop me now.
Stacking up all my money way to the top, they be like holy cow.
Ignorant as fuck, a bad as kid I won't even hold you now.
I'm to rich fa petty shit I won't even hold you down.
Yea my wrist so elegant, I went and iced it out.
Yea, I told this little bitch she heaven sent, I know she like me now.

Rolling 'round, lane switching, fuck who ridin' with me.
Slime with me, looking for them niggas that we call the enemy.
Get em plastered onna tee, he wanna talk up out his teeth.
Birds flock together, so you know I pull up with the fleek.
And I'm so mean when she around me, I tell that hoe she can't een speak.
And im so drugged out like a crack addict i can't een get no sleep.
I took ma headphones out, she talking to me, i aint een peep.

I swear I'm done bitch, I swear this shit be fun bitch.
You tryn fuck, you speak my language, so you best not run bitch.
Choppa on me it's gon dump on him, I swear this shit a fun (???).
You cannot get round it, I swear I need a hunnid.
Bought me brand new garments, cost more than a hunnid.
And you know I run it, choppa on me get to dumping.
What nigga I know you feeling something, feel like the NBA yea I'm finna dunk it.

Morningflowfs

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