de Greco para Natalia bellísima rap

BIG TULSA
LYRICS:

Dead spot, terrified
This shit could make-
Nun’s cry

Five four, drivin’ by
Better think’
‘bout ride or die

Three two, refuse to die
Label it a homicide

One, zero
Sleepy time
Label it-
A homicide
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How you feeling off that Gosha? 
Bad bitch, Oklahoma
Why ya running with these vultures?
Laying wire like a soldier

Know you looking for a shoulder 
Bad bitch, Oklahoma
Bank account, I shouldn’t told ya 
40 acres, up in Tulsa
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For my severance, I got little leverage
I won’t meet your parents, cause they hella selfish

They breeding beauty, now she serving duty, cause her figures missing, no support for dreamin’

Sorry children, this ain’t wicked fiction, cannot look at these bitches, I wish they we’re thinkin’

Hailing down, just like a rainy evening, I got more in me, pour forty four for da drinkin’
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Blood on my lips, it’s turning toxic, fallin’
Call what it is, I’m really sorry, call it
Lesson learnin’ from the preacher, facetious
It's kinda ironic, that Adderal that need us

Mask up my neck, they can’t see us
Move in silence, ninjas, came to healin'
Angel, even if I knew your demons-
Couldn’t help, my aura only fleeting...

Chap up my lips, we can make out what love is-
Wrap up this shit, cause I’m hurting and hugging
Fucking’ concussion, Im straight to the cutting, white
Lie after line, and these bottles be thumpin’

Rolling on floors, cause da lower the better, it-
make me forget that my lovers in my sweaters
After all the dust and debris has settled-
I’m the one that had to pick up the rubble.
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Dead spot, terrified
This shit could make-
Nun’s cry

Five four, drivin’ by
Better think’
‘bout ride or die

Three two, refuse to die
Label it a homicide

One, zero
Sleepy time
Label it-
A homicide
-
How you feeling off that Gosha? 
Bad bitch, Oklahoma
Why ya running with these vultures?
Laying wire like a soldier

Know you looking for a shoulder 
Bad bitch, Oklahoma
Bank account, I shouldn’t told ya 
40 acres, up in Tulsa

TULSA

🅂🄿🄾🅃🄸🄵🅈

𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐀

BAD BITCH ALERRR

LYRICS:

This a new for the heartbreaker
Going forward, like start somewhere
For the cause, might starve with her
And for the broads, I got harsh liquor

Ring a- ring a- round the phony
Fill yo pockets up with posey's
Fuckers acting like they know me
I’m in your contacts, show me

Getting Messi, needa goalie
Only walking checkers solely
Getting Messi, needa goalie
Sheets Messi, needa goalie

Bad bitch alert, HUH!
Bring the women, bring the wines
Mother fuckers 'bouta show out
Casino chirping, like they spy

Casino chirping, ring the chips
Hotel, motel shit-
She a cash cow, with da fur fits
We fucking around all da strips

Bad bitch alert, HUH!
Bring the women, bring the wines
Mother fuckers 'bouta show out!
Casino chirping, like they spy

I might just wait for that pop-
Triple sevens, call that heaven
She a slut for them slots-
Valee my whip, need a spot

I NEED WHAT THE TREE’S DO
You gambled that female and folded
You really did that, I’m insulted!
You really think that, I’m insulted?

Matter fact, you needing shoulders
Ya head looking heavy, like hold this
Western bitches, where the holster?
Your best-friend? Just stole her.

I’m like-
What up bitches, what up Greco?
Ain’t come to the ‘sino to let go
The thrills in the ‘sino, my get go
Italiano need Prosecco

My fits closed, we exclusive
No females, they got cooties
Casino might sue me, don’t sue me
And if they do sue, it’s just money

Running out with 80 hundred winnings, 
I’ve been drinking some whiskey, I wanna spend it
I know that they thinking, I won’t defend it

I’ve calculated all my ‘sino earnings, and- 
I’ve put into pockets, it ain’t concerning-

Mother fucker, this an exhibition
This new woman, just a new addition-
Makeup like fools gold, redefinition...

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Ring a- ring a- round the phony
Fill yo pockets up with posey's
Fuckers acting like they know me
I’m in your contacts, show me

Getting Messi, needa goalie
Only walking checkers solely
Getting Messi, needa goalie
Sheets Messi, needa goalie

Bad bitch alert, HUH!
Bring the women, bring the wines
Mother fuckers 'bouta show out
Casino chirping, like they spy

Casino chirping, ring the chips
Hotel, motel shit-
She a cash cow, with da fur fits
We fucking around all da strips

Bad bitch alert, HUH!
Bring the women, bring the wines
Mother fuckers 'bouta show out!
Casino chirping, like they spy

I might just wait for that pop-
Triple sevens, call that heaven
She a slut for them slots-
Valee my whip, need a spot

CASINO

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐎

satanitario y lujuria  - Natalia bellísima rap KILLED.m4a

im worth the wait


lyrics:

heavyweight the way i keep that pressure on my body
niggas talkin shit, they hella salty they cant roll wit us
i been thru hell and back, lemme tell you bout it
ima finish all that shit that you gon try to start with us
tuff boys, we the tuffs boys and i pull wit my fuckin camp
ima do all the shit on the list that u say that i cant (do)
im the king of the water, and the air, and the muthafuckin land
kant believe i came a long way i look back im like damn

long time coming
been a long time coming
buts it worth it, i was so patient, determined
had this shit coming, cause i earned it
i was a dummy, but i learned bih
nothing you told me, was it worth it
i get the money, not from the serpent
off the brain, dont rehearse
niggas be clowns, yall the circus
she top me up, for the birkin
get in the truck, black suburban
i get the play, ima serve it
smokin dat dank, poppin that pill
i get the racks dont care how u feel
livin my fantasy, is this shit real?

dont wanna talk i be grinding 24/7
she a demon in palm angel, she came from heaven
fallen angel, thats yo nature
girl who made you? 
they must hate you
back again, i was drowning starting paddling
high in the sky, Anakin
i need my crown, not gon ask again
niggas snitchin, they be tattlin
ima shoot up on ya last man
i dont know, dont ask me
hurd ya shit and the shit was mid

feel like gru, i be wit my minions
demons they be knockin for the longest did you let em in yet?
i got some things i would love to talk about
life and death lies on the tongue, you been loose learn to watch ya mouth

long time coming
its a long time coming
but i got it
but i got it bae
long time coming
long time coming
long wait 
long wait

Longtimecoming Soundcloud Throwaway- Mixed Up Era (2021)

Two takes.

Lyrics :

Woke up thankin bout a bag, shawty let’s go half on dat, MVP I be so bad, I ain’t even chasin ass 

Me my homies on da grind, I’ma shine and never lacc, and these figgas that I get they gettin flipped like acrobats 

Member I was down bad, they had put Me on My bacc, stood strong and never folded, ever hopin for da sacc 

I’m a million dollar dawg, I’m tha Don and that’s a fact, you can tell it by My scars, cuh I don’t know how to act 

Cut up quicc, when a bitch, try to plex, wit lil Nicc, on My necc, on My wrist, on My sets, on My shit... 

Bitch I’m on a roll, MVP was honor roll, CTB was all I know, now I’m branchin out, FA SHO! 

And I’ma make it go, like a ho, from da jects... Yeah I’m blessed ta be here, but they sho gon project... 

Who the fucc should I protect? When they beefin wit a vet... I ain’t worried bout da Law, kill em all and leave em WET... 

Kamikaze, on ya body, P uh leave em dead, cuz you playin wit da King, and I’ma leave you in da Med... 

Hope to be a Prophet, I heard everything you said, ho you see that P a boxer, you gon have Me seein red... 

Enter stage left, thank my Gang won’t checc, I been goin thru depression, I got ana on My head 

I got scammas on my right... Playas doin bids... G’s doin bad, so I GOTTA represent... 

Memphis I’m the One, heard dey fuccin wit a T.H.U.G, and My numbers goin up, me and OG got plugged... 

Briccs for da low, you can holla bout some dro, if a hater want a problem, we uh skate and get em gone 

I ain’t fuccin wit these snitches, all these bitches I don’t know, I become what I become and you cain’t stop My lil shows 

You can run and you can hide but I uh find ya on the road, you can hide beneath the stones ya evil known, dat’s from da GOAT... 

The industry is sheisty, I’m too icy cuz I’m cold, my assistants get Me richa, took a picture uh da stove 

I forgive ya, but don’t like ya, My ambitions get Me own, and I’m right here on da Throne, and I’ma do dis every song... Gone

Woke Up (Single) [2024] Prod. By Rho The Producer

LONG TIME AGO
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Credits:
Produced by Bryann & Greco
Written by Greco
Performances from: 
Greco, Bryann, Liv Mason, Ella Strooke, Trinity Noelhart
Distributed through 'Greco Creative'
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LYRICS:

Bad lil’ thing, she got midlife crisis
Bad to da bone, she a freak, like Isis
Straight to the point, jump man, jump Michael
Land of da new, this the new whip title

All all
All, bad, bitches, up, Memphis
Cut to the beat, cut, cut to dependance
Lord on da back, she serve double sentence
Down no round, need swerve my intentions

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How ya so fleek? Needa back that shit up
Why ya so quiet? Turn that ratchet shit up
Noise in da back, I’m like 4 rounds drunk
Take on the tab, dat shit adds up

Wine on her bra, tryna dine at the club
That’s what ya get, mix da class, wit a buzz
Eye’s gon’ split, 4 rounds too-fucked, 2-
Broads, Siamese, I’m too turnt up like-

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Bad lil’ thing, she got midlife crisis
Bad to da bone, she a freak, like Isis
Straight to the point, jump man, jump Michael
Land of da new, this the new whip title

-

Bad lil’ thing, she got midlife crisis
Bad to da bone, she a freak, like bite this
Straight to the point, jump man, jump Michael
Land of da new, this the new whip title

All all
All, bad, bitches, up, Memphis
Cut to the beat, cut, cut to dependance
Lord on da back, she serve double sentence
Down no round, need swerve my intentions

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I’ll tell ya what it is
Issa Aperol and Spritz
If they mixin’ da alcohol
See dem’ no spitters quit

Theres some caution, in ballin’
No dress, throw a fit
You best not look at me
There’s only pride in this bitch

Stars in the building, I’m losing my phone cell
Orbitin’ these females, the motive, I can’t tell
She spreading the sheets, and that’s my queue to exhale
Can’t spell “thats my excellence” without “thats my ex cell”

Now let me take you back to the beginning, only better
If Minnie Mouse, got tail, then I might let her in my sweaters
Her father tryna reach her, girl ya know you better answer
Now she-
Talkin’ through that Greco song, fuck it I’m getting fed up

Using sophisticated vocabulary, to my bedroom
I don’t mind if you givin’ brain, cause I got headroom
Kitty wit da cat in da hat, that’s mas-Suess
If this is an occasion, my specialty is my exit

Longtimecoming Soundcloud Throwaway- Mixed Up Era (2021)

NB Amani✰