If he got a problem then he will solve it with my niggas
I pull out the stick then he goin' know that its a stick up
I fucked that bitch, eat that pussy just for dinner
Once I'm finished, imma pass her to my nigga
If he got a problem then he will solve it with my niggas
I pull out the stick then he goin' know that its a stick up
I fucked that bitch, eat that pussy just for dinner
Once I'm finished, imma pass her to my nigga
Just like all my condoms in my wallet, bitch I'm strapped
I like that cheese, money trees I attract
Most hated be the gang, my opp my biggest fan
Mobbing heavy with the boys, go stupid with the clan
Pull up with some mobsticks
I need all my cash, finna chop it like some chopsticks
I don't think I'm toxic
Either way, I know you like the way my cock hits
That bad bad ass bitch, she want me looking so exotic
Sloppy toppy she gave me, so erotic
If he got a problem then he will solve it with my niggas
I pull out the stick then he goin' know that its a stick up
I fucked that bitch, eat that pussy just for dinner
Once I'm finished, imma pass her to my nigga
If he got a problem then he will solve it with my niggas
I pull out the stick then he goin' know that its a stick up
I fucked that bitch, eat that pussy just for dinner
Once I'm finished, imma pass her to my nigga

PROBLEM (Feat. odd) [Prod. odd]

no rush

Willy Cardiac-FOGGY BRAIN(Prod. Ugly Tremaine)

Link to all streaming platforms here: https://ayron.fanlink.to/holdher

<3

Hug Her More // Hold Her {p. Ayron}

burnt & turnt '23 w k1llbrady ###++++ prod. swervo

shots (slowed & reverb) prod. Idropyang

Bank Account

Bank Account (feat. K.Keed & Buzzi Lee)

G!V3 3M H3LL*!!+:)(Prod. Wavgang+CCG)

Written, Produced & Performed by CCG

Mixing by @Clxrity

red beam**

uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah uh

uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah uh (yeah)

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yeah
uh
uh
uh

(intro)
run around town & i flex (she fled)
she just wants baguettes
i said, run around town & i flex and
she just wanna cuddle
she just wanna cuddle
all of the time i gave

(verse)
shawty, a diva ?
yeah run around the city
run around the city
she wanna meet me
hol’ uh my diamonds, they ain’t ready

run around town and i flex
slatt
she just want baguettes
ran around town and i flexed on the bitch
hold up my diamonds, now they’re scared (died lit)
hold up my diamonds, now they’re scared (died lit)

run around town she telling my slime i kill
she wanna party w the nigga that’s in her dreams [inaudible lmao]
but she suck me good now i can’t, i can’t breathe 

she wanna go (yeah uh)
hold up my diamonds (slatt slatt)
shawty a diva
yeah she wanna meet me
she wanna win
she want da wizard 
she want da wizard

but i’m like—

[hook]
shawty she died, died lit
shawty she died, died lit
shawty she died, died lit
shawty she died, died lit

yeah, shawty she died, she died on me
ran around town she geeked
ran around town & i flexed on your bitch
while she gripped on my dick

all my diamonds wet, like a nigga on a sled
hold up my diamonds, they froze
i’m on a roll
why i ain’t runnin the show ?
run around sellin that soap

she qwerty (kwirty : krazy + dirty)
she wanna meet me, bitch you crazy
your body say i’m finna get it

[hook II]
run around town and i flex  (slatt)
yeah shawty she died, died lit (slatt)
runnin outside in the cold (yeah)
i want that soap
why i ain’t runnin the show ?
run around, sell me that soap

shawty died lit

Lowkey done with the streets
Got some dirt on my cleats, and some bloody cheeks
Constantly geeked
That's my treat
Almost every week
I roll one, light one, smoke one
Don't fuck around with the heavy cheese
I let her do what she wants to me after I popped a bean
Why you fake
Why you acting like a gangster
Spend one day in this shit
Your lifeline get cancelled
Before you think 'bout hitting DM's, get your bands up
They gon' go and use a voice note as a sample
Put the glocks down, let's see who got the blades up
I got five bands product in my blazer
Rarely moving, when I do, it ain't no funny shit
Better hush, I got tucked razor

Please let me know
Either you're with it, or you're gone, no in between
Fucked up in public, I know they think I'm a fiend
Better be careful on my set, this shit get vicious
When I step on the stage, move malicious

Got the same Jordan Fives on my feet
They got scars, they got knowledge, hold me down since a teen
I don't care about appearance, but I keep my skin clean
Black on black, same old shit, from the sweats to the tee
He say it's loud in that pack, but I don't feel none
I need something that gon' save me, make me feel numb
Only rocking with my plug, he got that croissant
I be banging on my chest, feel like King Kong
No scope, rather you dead in a choke hold
I got the keys to get the dollar and then some
Hand me a bag, and I'm gon' turn it to lump sum
Don't got no mansion, but mother fucker I want one

Please let me know
Either you're with it, or you're gone, no in between
Fucked up in public, I know they think I'm a fiend
Better be careful on my set, this shit get vicious
When I step on the stage, move malicious
Either you're with it, or you're gone, no in between
Fucked up in public, I know they think I'm a fiend
Better be careful on my set, this shit get vicious
When I step on the stage, move malicious

Bank Account (feat. K.Keed & Buzzi Lee)

MOËTT

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