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Back Seat

cups of the ice
she just wanna fuck
i said it must be nice
then i cut for the night
got a couple of flights
i’m in europe
for the weekend
i need something to pipe
had enough of the live ive been livin
i been sinnin for a minute
i just roll me a blunt that i light
i don’t ever really sleep when it’s night
all my demons like to fight with me
shit go left
i go right
i done been thru hard times im stressin
it’s hard to count my blessings
i just roll me up a blunt when im stressin
i just roll me up a blunt for my depression
she want me cus she see when the checks hit
she want me cus the diamonds in my necklace

me plus you n your best friend
they tryna fuck in my studio session
it’s rich bitch, 7
they both gave me slurpies 11
it’s rich bitch, 7
they both gave me slurpies 11
she just wanna fuck in the passenger seat
i’m twistin my blunt up she kickin her feet
i ain’t fuckin with u
if u ain’t fuckin with me
if u ain’t fuckin with me

i feel like adele
how i roll in the deep
i just rolled me a blunt 
and it put me to
and it put me to sleep
i just rolled me a blunt
and it put me to sleep
i feel like adele
how i roll in the deep
i just rolled me a blunt 
and it put me to
and it put me to sleep
i just rolled me a blunt
and it put me to sleep

itmustbenice

Scansion (Instrumental)

i just rolled me up a wood i feel good today
i might pull up to your hood don't look the other way
opps outside it get cloudy
i think it might rain imma skirt off in the audi
she ask when we gone kick it ronda rousey
im so tired cus these drugs they got me drowsy
i might fuck around n swerve on the interstate
i got purple in my cup its mixed with minute maid
all my dinner plates are messed up they got syrup stains
i been smokin green n purple i got different strains
she told me that she want me now she actin strange
i dont want the bitch if im not changin her last name
ima speed off in the whip im in the fast lane
i just be all by myself these bitches act lame
i can’t trust a single soul i think im drownin
im dazed and confused i cant make out my surroundings
i went days with no shoes on my feet
now i cant go back to those days of the week
i was lost and confused then im locked in the booth
ate a stalk of some shrooms now im walkin the moon
im lost in my thoughts i assume
grab the cartridge i spark up the room
i embark on a journey
im far but im hurtin
i dont want this broad i think you got the wrong person
my styrofoam cup make me a burden
got a hole up in my heart i need a surgeon
i roll me up a spliff i burn my cookies thats on purpose
she dont wanna eat with me she doin a disservice
beat drop she start to twerkin
she doin tricks on it like the circus
she tell me that im perfect
i dont know if she lying or she tellin the truth
i got syrup in my cup its mixed with shrooms
roll a blunt im stuck on the couch im smokin gorilla glue
i dont want you in my session i dont fuck with you lil boo
i count my blessings in the coup
if you dont fuck with me then i dont fuck with you

iifeelgoodtoday

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — we live in the code now (woo!)
PMO run that shit up yo

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m ballin’ (yeah!) holo-lights fallin’ (skrrt!)
Chrome whip crawlin’, neon drip callin’ (woo!)
Space-shooter flex, fuck time, keep stallin’ (grrt!)
Ice on my wrist, but the code keep installin’ (pow!)

[Verse 1]
I’m a glitch in the system (ayy), numbers gon’ twist ‘em (brrah)
AI vision, got the shooters with precision (pew-pew!)
Future on my back like a jet with ignition (vroom!)
Fuck limits, I’m the limit, new dimension transmission (skrrt-skrrt!)

Laser tag on my chain, ultraviolet beam (bling!)
Stacking racks, holograms, living out a dream (dream!)
I don’t sip lean, I sip binary streams (streams!)
Crypto in the safe, pockets coded like machines (beep!)

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m ballin’ (ballin’!), stars keep fallin’ (stars!)
Flex keep crawlin’, shooters stay all in (grrah!)
Fuck with the vibe, get erased, uninstallin’ (pow!)
Digital throne, I’ma king when I’m loggin’ (login!)

[Verse 2]
808 rockets, kick drum cosmic (boom!)
Drip interstellar, I’m a black hole prophet (prophet!)
Future on lock, I don’t need no locksmith (nah!)
Shooters in the back, camo cloak, can’t spot ‘em (grrt!)

Hoverboard flyin’ through the city in a rush (whoosh!)
Purple code pourin’ in a diamond data cup (sip!)
Fuck the old rules, we the new wave hush (shhh!)
My flow teleport, when I rap, it’s a crush (brrrah!)

[Bridge]
(Woo, woo, woo, woo!)
Neon in my veins, pixels in my chains (chains!)
Holographic fame, bendin’ all the frames (skrrt!)
Future shooter call, fuck around, no games (pew-pew!)
I’ma glitch forever, ballin’ through the flames (pow!)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Glitch mode, glitch mode, woo!)
Binary pulse in the bloodstream flash (flash!)
Ultralight run, let the cosmos crash (crash!)
Hype-core born with a digital stash (yeah!)
Infinity speakin’ through a plasma slash (pow!)

[Final Chorus]
Bitch I’m ballin’ (ballin’!), galaxies crawlin’ (ayy!)
Matrix unlockin’, new flow installin’ (woo!)
Shooters by my side, fuck fate, keep stallin’ (grrah!)
Imma god of the code, hear the future when I’m callin’ (brrah!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
No end — I’m the loop, I’m the flame (flame!)
Download my name, upload the game (game!)

I'm Ballin [Prod. PMO Music]

i cannot trust me a bitch
i’m smokin weed in the whip
until my thoughts don’t exist
she say she want me 
she don’t know who i is
i been hurtin for the past few months that i lived
i been rollin up these woods im gettin faded in the morning
i don’t think she want me for myself
i think she boring
now i’m pourin up a cup full
i don’t know how much i had
i had a couple
i must have forgot her name did i fumble?
i’m twistin joints n switchin lanes im stayin humble
i can’t trust a single soul i gotta stick to myself
i might hotbox the whip i’m jus smokin top shelf
i dont think i need your help
i’ll be fine on my own even if i fail
i just want the brain this lil bitch smart think she from yale 
i’m up to no good i know and i don’t care
she just want me for my money it ain’t fair
i hit it from the back n then i have to disappear
i might crash out in the v n i ain’t scared 
i ain’t lookin back i don’t fear nothin
she must have been a fan of me or somethin
mixin fanta it been fuckin with my stomach
i don’t plan out what im doin i just does it
tropicana in my cup in an abundance
tryna take a trip to london
tryna take yo pants off, or somethin
do my dance with my demons in the dungeon
fight my battles all alone i overcome them
i don’t want you on my team 
i’m finna trade you out the league
i go crazy off the bench
i’m gettin buckets jeff teague
was the first one to get here the last one to leave
i been puttin shots up in the gym all season
if she trippin then im leavin
im throwing fits ima dip for the weekend
taking trips in the evening i wake up in the morning im feelin puerto rican
i like to sip my cup when im preaching
i got syrup in my gut it slow my speedin
i dont know what’s in my cup when im tweakin
roll my blunt im only talkin to my demons
i’m lost in my thoughts
you don’t know what ive been thru
i been thru a lot
i’m misunderstood
is you really hearin what im sayin bruh?
i done been thru a lot
all my brothas bein buried in a box

jeffteague

Chardonnay- SLEEZY4YOU Official Song on a Jerk style beat talking about struggles with relationships and addiction.

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CHARDONNAY

“What If” is a melodic trap-rap anthem of late-night reflection and fearless possibility. Blending J. Cole–style storytelling with Rod Wave’s soulful grit, the track moves from hushed, vinyl-crackle introspection to a soaring hook that asks life’s biggest questions: What if we risk it all? Atmospheric reversed-piano loops and 808 depths underscore lyrics about hope, doubt, and the quiet fire that keeps us climbing. Perfect for fans of introspective hip-hop who crave both cinematic mood and head-nodding bounce.

WHAT IF

Exzenya’s latest release, “V.I.P.,” flips the meaning of “Very Important Person” into “Victims Impact Panel” — the mandatory DUI education program run by the courts and MADD. This isn’t a celebrity anthem — it’s a satirical, explicit hip-hop track that calls out the chaos, humor, and irony in one of the most serious situations people can find themselves in: facing the consequences of drunk driving.

With pounding beats and raw, unapologetic lyrics, “V.I.P.” paints the picture of sitting in that courtroom seat, being reminded that no one is immune to accountability — no matter how ‘important’ they think they are. Instead of glamorizing nightlife, the track twists the perspective, bringing heavy bass and dark humor to a subject most artists won’t touch. It’s reckless, it’s bold, and it’s a reminder that sometimes the most powerful commentary can come wrapped in satire.

This Explicit Version is the first release of the track — a Clean Version and Club Remix are on the way soon, each designed to expand its reach across audiences and settings.

“V.I.P.” continues Exzenya’s commitment to creating music that fuses psychology, lived experience, and social commentary into sound — music that entertains, makes you think, and doesn’t shy away from uncomfortable truths.

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Exzenya V.I.P.

Immersive soundscapes that blend trap, hip-hop, electronic, and experimental genres. Fuses cultural commentary with unforgettable rhythm.

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