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desir profond

*LYRICS*
**oh me oh my oh me oh my!**

SAHARA
Im so gone off the xanies (so gone)
Been suckin em like candy (yum!)
Avoiding life like plan b
Bitch i never had a family * (DAMN) 
sour like a cherry
But im lookin like a fairy
Other worldly, godly got a big vocabulary
Ha ha ha ha
Said he got a bitch on the side, said he want a piece my pie, put him on read, no reply
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Sahara got chakra in da whip, don’t give a fuck bout a bitch, 
solipsist, solipsist,
Don’t give a fuck about a bitch, 
Don’t give a fuck about the lames,                                                                                                                      
got a big heart such a little frame
Jiggy bae, jiggy bae
Lookin for me no caller ID 
M.I.A M.I.A
Such a big heart in such a little frame 
Can’t hold my weight, hold my weight

CHAKRA CHIP
Let me interject real quick, quick, quick
My name is chakra fuckin chip
Looking at you honey dip, dip, dip
Third eye like a microchip
So open watch it drip drip drip
He say i taste like choco pie he say i taste like choco pie
Oh me oh me oh me oh my 
I call that chakra pie I call that chakra pie
that pie gonna open your third eye

And he look me in my eye
Say i taste like apple pie,
Oh me oh my
Oh me oh myyy

YUNG SYRUP
Silky milky mama uh huhh
 raised by aunt jemimah OOKKKK
Gold chain, gold nails, gold pain, gold chain never fuck with cocaine
Juicy couture, flavor real mature,
Syrup coming in gushy ushy 
Real dominican chocolate pudding
Saltier than salt water
Harder than a hard cider
Aunty raised me 
to be greater  than the great seaq
I’m not artificial, the most superficial
Silk, silk, lemonade
Round the corner, money’s made
Gold, chain, gold nails, gold pain, gold chain 
& he said he want this pie, taste like cherries but he shy, IHOP open all the time oh me oh my 

Yung syrup
Catch me looking in the mirror
All day and night
Drizzle me down so syrupy now, too many treats now
Don’t know which one you gonna wanna eat, oh my god
Help him please, he come closer I say freeze, put him to his knees, 
and I leave

APPLE PiE (prod. ETHEREAL)

Prod Miiikey
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QOC Army - (Prod by MiiiKXY)

*LYRICS*

Bitch pick me up I'm too cute to be walking
Bitch pick me up, I'm too cute to be walking
Pick me up, I'm too cute to walk
Gucci on my feet, Prada, Fendi skeet skeet
Pick me up, Prada on my feet
Prada on my feet, Gucci skeet skeet

Yung Syrup:
I'm too cute, I'm too cute
Rollin with Sahara, yea we pull out the loot
Chakra in Fendi, yea she feelin real cute
96' I came out stuntin'
Don't come with hate, silly bitches stay huntin'
Cause we flossin' like we boujee,
bickenheads act like they knew me
Afrocentric, yea I'm groovy
Hard working lil' cutie
Stackin' on the loot it's a duty
Silky fall in love with the booty
Got my gold rings call the ubi
Balenciaga, Fendi, Louie, Prada
You can't afford nada
Salsi bae muchacha mala
Don't test silky milky mama, yea

Sahara Dessert:
There goes ya mans
okay okay okay
Pick me up, drippy jelly in da whip
I dip, you dip, we dip
Don't push my gas, yea I'm quick to flip
reverse that shit
He fuck wit me for good fortune
so possessive, HA HA Taurus
Oh your bitch copy me
(oh your bitch copy me?)
ooh oooh drippy jelly, sauce ragu
Ooh, she bitin' wanna chew
Gooey ooh
Fuckin down to misbehave 
that's gonna take me to my grave
but she so one dimensional
she can't ride my fuckin' wave

Bitch pick me up I'm too cute to be walking
Pick me up, I'm too cute to walk
Gucci on my feet, Prada, Fendi skeet skeet
Pick me up, Prada on my feet
Prada on my feet, Gucci skeet skeet

Yung Syrup:
Real talk, these diamonds on my wrist watch
don't really mean a thing
I know I'm Prada, Fendi, Gucci everything
that don't crown me king
Yung Syrup did it all on her own
Conjuring up thoughts in my pretty little dome
say you done did it nigga I been shown
watch out now Yung Syrup real grown
(she grown)

Chakra Chip:
*H TOWN HOLD IT DOWN*
Oh now you xaned out,
nigga I cashed out
I want that good life
Done with that hood life
I tell the truth even when I lie, lie, lie
Rags to riches so I see right through these fake bitches
Look in the mirror, what you see, who you gonna be
Estrella for real, you know the deal 
Tryna make a mil, 
gon' get it, gon' get
If niggas try and stop you 
step on em' wit ya red bottoms
Ah, got em'

CRÉME BRÛLÉE (prod. Clever_Au)

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