Yaad

Yaad (feat. Talha Anjum & Talhah Yunus)

-Afsanay-

Phir Milenge

Wake Me Up

Open Letter

Lost in Time

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
BAE WAKE UP PMO UP TO SUM FYE 🔥

[Verse 1]
lately i’ve been sittin in the house gettin rich, (go)
it goin outside and shit, (wooh)
i like how he rap, i’ma sign a niga, (yeah)
she can rap, i’ma sign a bitch, (uh huh)
my bitch like a biker, she ride the dick, (skrrt)
let her go for a ride, no license slip, (zoom)
she act like she off of a pill or somethin’,
tryna go wild, i’m tired, lil hunnit, (slow down)
young niga lit, i’m fire, they know it,
play with the boy, get fired, don’t blow it (pow)

[Verse 2]
arguin’ not my vibe, (nah)
i ain't got time to be wastin’ pride,
i ain’t tryna talk, i’m tryna slide, (slide)
no delay, yeah—let’s glide, (cha cha)
i’m talkin’ cha-cha moves, (woo)
bad lil vibe in Balenci shoes,
world wide star, big racks in twos,
hop out with a choppa like, “who?” (brrrra)
i’m reckless, tell ‘em i’m pressure,
bad bitch said, “you so extra” (uh huh)
told her “nah, i’m just blessed up”
hit me with Becky, then left her (bye)

[Pre-Chorus]
respectfully, deleted the texts,
really just slid on her bestie next, (wooh)
might drop heat, lowkey on the net,
but they ain’t ready, not just yet (shhh)
don’t need extra—i’m too direct,
yo idol callin’, said i’m the best,
yo id bitch callin’ me GOAT (goat)
i just ghost—got no regrets (skrrt)

[Chorus]
shake that off—ain’t scared of loss (nah)
been through flames, made me a boss (woah)
lately i’ve been sittin in the house gettin rich (let’s go)
money comin’ in while they pitchin’ fits
my miss, she thick—outside in the whip,
likin' my raps, tryna sign my script (woo)
she can spit, i’ma sign that chick,
biker bitch—ride like a moto flick (zoom)

[Verse 3]
go for the ride, don’t trip (nah)
actin’ like she on a pill again,
baby, hold up, i’m tired—(relax)
but the way she move, might try again (okay)
young flame, yeah, lil niga fire, (fire)
play with me? got smoked, expired (boom)
arguin’ dead, that vibe retire,
i’m too busy tryna get higher (facts)

[Verse 4]
let’s slide, don’t wait—(nah)
i’m tryna dance in a state of grace
cha cha—back it up, set the pace,
real superstar, nothin’ fake (never)
hop out the coupe like “who wanna play?” (me)
bad one tell me i look like pay,
i look like wins, they stuck on Ls,
i talk big checks, not show-and-tells (wooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
drop heat, but i keep it low,
they watchin’ close, like “where he go?”
i move in stealth, don’t let it show (nah)
then boom—new wave, full-blown glow (shine)
pressured up, i’m real, no joke,
tellin’ ya bitch “he next, for sure”
tellin’ ya chick, “that boy too cold,”
then i vanish, slick like snow (gone)

[Chorus]
shake that off—ain’t scared of loss (never)
been through the flames, made me a boss (boss)
lately i’ve been sittin in the house gettin rich (racks)
money keep flippin’ while they throwin’ fits (facts)
miss outside and she love my hits,
she ride that wave, can’t call it quits (nah)
she can rap? i’ma sign that chick,
biker vibe—ride out quick (vroom)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
wake up again—i'm on some more (fire)

Shake That Off [Prod. PMO Music]

throwaway say it one time then i punch in

NO LIBS 3/FRFR

Calling on the Name

-Afsanay-

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