i might buy me a crate of mu'fucken Heineken,😝😝😝😝

SOUTH FREESTYLE

THRILL IS GONE

nuFACE [prodbyncayb]

[chorus]
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
brand new hoe, (brand new hoe)
now i live a new lifestyle with the butterfly doors, (butterfly doors)
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
brand new clothes (brand new clothes)
now i'm greedy with money, i get it but still needin' more, (needin' more)
oohh wwoaahh (woaah, woaah)

[verse 1]
don't know why i'm feelin' greedy,
i'm blowin' hunnids and fifties,
i'm gettin' cash, you're not with me,
but it's cool, (cool, cool)
it's kinda cute that you miss me,
but i'm too focused on titties,
even forgot you were with me,
shit i'm cold (cold, cold)
girl don't hit up my phone and shit,
girl just leave alone and shit,
i don't need anymore of your shit,
cause baby i'm tired and shit,
i'm too busy chillin' with your friend,
liquor drownin' our souls and shit,
bitch you really left me for a dick,
find me in a Corvette with a groupie,
steady suckin' my dick like she knew me,
hella clingy like she want my blueprints,
hella clingy like she know my music,
hella hot and still hella stupid,
steady thinkin' that i'm still a cupid,
hella clingy like she want my blueprints,
hella clingy like she know my music,

[chorus]x2
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
brand new hoe, (brand new hoe)
now i live a new lifestyle with the butterfly doors, (butterfly doors)
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
brand new clothes (brand new clothes)
now i'm greedy with money, i get it but still needin' more, (needing more)
oohh wwoaahh

[verse 2: $irChronic]
It's kinda cute that you miss me but I don't 
And it's crazy how the silence said the most
Throwing shots all on your status girl that's low
How you fumbling $irChronic girl I'm chose

Brand new bitch you know how it go
Get replaced when you don't play your role
Her reaction is comedy gold
Cause you already know how we roll
I was tryna keep it on the low
But you already know how it go 
It's a couple rumors from the foes
Paparazzi won't leave me alone.

[chorus]x2
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
brand new hoe, (brand new hoe)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
now i live a new lifestyle with the butterfly doors, (butterfly doors)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
brand new cash, (brand new cash)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
brand new clothes (brand new clothes)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
now i'm greedy with money, i get it but still needin' more (needing more)
(ye, ye, ye, ye)
oohh wwoaahh (oohh wooaahh)


NuCA$H! [w/$irChronic]

[chorus]
got like 6 hoes in the vimp just holdin' me,
told em pour the Hennesy,
pants just got a Christian piece,
got the swag, and got the steez,
6 models holdin' me,
told em pour the Hennesy,
pants just a Christian piece,
got the swag, and got the steez

[verse 1:Wood$]
MOB: (P.F.T can't compete)
I fuck her 2 times then i go to the second bitch
I am not tripping your bitch was an estimate 
Stacking up hoes, yeah i might need a calculator 
Yeah she was geeking when, when she heard the vibrator 
Got twin glocks, call ‘em peter and paul
If im catching my opps lacking down at the hall
It’s RED
Imma make sure that y’all niggas is dead 
Smoke up your block infront of the feds 
W six hoes and gun up the stairs 

I ain’t give a shit if you’re momma cry 
I ain’t give a shit  if your mamma scared 
I ain’t give a shit your homies die 
I ain’t give a shit cause your homies fled 
I ain’t give a shit imma circle your block again-again-again and again

[chorus]
got like 6 hoes in the vimp just holdin' me,
told em pour the Hennesy,
pants just a Christian piece,
got the swag, and got the steez

[outro]
(P.F.T can't complete)
got the swag, and got the steez, uh
pants just got a Christian piece, uh,
6 models holding me, what

DONT TOUCH ME [w/WOOD$]

[chorus]x2
i, put, Margiela on your bitch,
this some lust shit, nigga real talk,
we just fucked cause she want a pic,
this some love shit, nigga real talk

[verse 1]
i just woke up, suddenly i'm famous,
in my grave like i'm back in the cradle,
bitch i'm Birdman and i'm dangerous,
plus i already got my own label,
got like 7 hoes in the vimp,
and like 6 other hoes in the whip,
and like 6 other groupies inside of the Jeep,
showin' their ass and their tits,
damn i can't really handle this shit,
i might buy me a crate of mu'fucken Heineken,
handlin' stress and shit,
bitch relax with tits and shit,
bitch i'm tired of seein' your nipples,
bitch i'm tired of seein' you wet,
bitch you always tryna show me nipples,
when i always get me a new cheque,

[chorus]x2
i put Margiela on your bitch,
this some lust shit, nigga real talk, (talk)
we just fucked cause she want a pic,
this some love shit, nigga real talk, (talk)


[chorus]
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(ye!)
just for the night,
(ye!)
(just for the night)
(ye!)

[verse 1]
if i told you i wanted you back,
would you want me back?
in your arms,
in your arms,
if i told you i wanted you back,
would you want me back?
in your arms,
in your arms,
cause i've been thinkin' about you,
(i've been thinkin' about you,
all night long)
thinkin' about you,
(i've been thinkin' about you,
all night long)
only you

chorus]
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
(got my system fucked up! uh,
shits fucked up!)
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
got my system fucked up! uh,
shits fucked up!)
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
got my system fucked up! uh,
shits fucked up!)
(ye!)
cocaine all in my system tonight,
got my system fucked up! uh,
shits fucked up!)
(ye!)
just for the night,
(ye!)
(just for the night)
(ye!)


COCAINEDREAMS

Verse1[Nightmare Henry)
Manje ngezenjan'
First thousand, gave it to my mom
First milly, put it on the streets
Gimme dollars, angilthandi irand
You ain't never winnin one on ones
Every piece of jewelry amanazi
Try to tell my niggas don't fall
Cause we gon need a court before we call

Verse 2[Trigger.T]
We gon need a court before we ball
All these niggas happy when we drop
PFT we always got a spot
Niggas acting like they heard us flop
Walk around the city, milly rock
Green and purple, mix it cause its fun
My bitch’s purse is always for the gun
When niggas shooting we dont have to run
The iron on me smoke you like a blunt, yeah

Verse 3[Wood$]
Finding myself 
Im still in the trap house finding myself 
I climbed to the top 
Now im stacking the shelf 
Hating on me, Aint goin better your self

I ain’t goin lie, she got the key to my soul 
Im falling in love, so im leaving my hoes(hoes)
they Fucked with the kid, 
now they begging for more(more)
She said she want dick
Now im touching her core
(Im touching her core my nigga)
(Yeah im touching her core)

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