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GET IN THE FIELD feat. Zyon Maye and Jaedyn Bonito

the Hair, Nails, Attitudes, & Walks just so me (Nomi) coded💋

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Jaemí (Jaedyn Bonito)
Pablo Escobar - [Single]
 ℗ 2025 Rap Royalty Records
Lyrics*

I got that Pablo (Bar!)
Pablo (Bar!)
Pablo (Bar!)
Pablo (Bar!)
I got that pablo (bar!)
Pablo (Bar!)
Pablo (Bar!)
Pablo (Bar!)
Pablo (Bar!,Escobar!)

They way the money coming in you’d think im Pablo Escobar
multi million dollar ass, Best coke body so far (yuh)
Pull off in a lam like what! Got that voluptuous finger licking ass butt
Fuck with bonito its up word two belcalis if its up then its stuck

Birkins (Check!)
Houses(Check!)
Which hoe you know got a million dollar check (nikkga)
Birkins (Check!)
Houses(Check!)
Which hoe you know got a million dollar check (AH!)

I got that Pablo (Escobar)
Pablo (Escobar)
Pablo (Escobar)
Pablo (Escobar)
I got that Pablo (Escobar)
Pablo (Escobar)
Pablo (Escobar)
Pablo (Escobar)

It ain’t to limits to my bars its so high (is so high)
Ya bars on basic little mama giving hii (how are you?)

My day it been good like woodpeckers i get my wood 
I get my cash like i said i would, that pster boy wa-wish he could (ow!)
Get that typa m-mula that i get (that i get!)
Get a nigga who will eat it like baguettes (like a baguette)
When they see me coming all they see is a threat (is a threat)
I would to cause im known for stepping on bitches neck

My money Pablo Escobar, bar 
Pablo Escobar, bar 
Pablo Escobar, bar 
Pablo Escobar, bar 
My money Pablo Escobar, bar 
Pablo Escobar, bar 
Pablo Escobar, bar 
Pablo Escobar, bar

Pablo Escobar

ok like 
nomi 

aha
she gon put it onnn

body sitting good 
when I leave it, in a thongg 

okay 
wait 
let me put it on 
grab the fucking mic 
then I show em, what I’m on 

cause
heh 
Ima spend it
count my digits 
then I, make em wash like any dish 
I slap like any bitch
I put em in a ditch 

new gen 
really be a new gen 
these bitches all up in my ass 
let’s get to douchin 

5th gen 
and I do what bitches can’t do 

all up in they head 
like a fresh jar cantu 

Wait cantu??

I’m what they can’t do 

they hear nomi 
they get hard 
like some bambo 

I’m what these bitches 
wishing on upon a star 

I’m in the new shit 
mink boots 
pink car👚

any song ima spit
you bitches slow 

spit a clean ass rap 
yea you bitches better know 

when i get on any beat 
i can make a nomi flow 

so for the bitches tryna win
gon and head to the door

like 
thank you femy
ima gon and put it onn

all of my bitches 
hit a bop to this song

I keep a post 
i stay post like Malone 

so lil nigga watch ya fro
and bitch watch ya tone

Pud It On

SPORT (LYRICS) 

Verse 1
Black truck, matte black — Bratz back, bitch
I hate to kill the buzz, but it’s a wrap, bitch
Tryna rap? Left your talent in the back, sis
Like Thanos, I’ll delete you in a snap, bitch (you gone!)

I made you — I hope you ain’t forget it
Live in the city, but to end me it’s gon’ take a village
Still pretty? (Check.)
Run up a (Check.)
Bank account say some millions, these bitches wishin’ they could be me

Go find a magician — bitch, you suck, give it up
Got Don in my cup, all these bitches talkin’ tough
Who first to link up?
Y’all hoes ain’t rough, don’t want no work —
Bitch, my hands work, I’ll beat a bitch up

I’ll pay for your gas if you wanna link, boo
Mean mug — I walk in, I’m rude
Bitches, I take ‘em to school
Teach ‘em the way of the rules
Bratz life, bitch!

⸻

Chorus
Bitch, I ball on the court, to the mall in a sport
We done made it to the crib, bitch, it’s five in the mornin’
Now we off to the port, flyin’ private of course
I be mixin’ all these drugs — got me fried, I need more

(x2)

⸻

Verse 2
Vogue magazine — bitches is green
And my green? Long limousine
This new Celine, and my team?
Matchin’ my fly, we don’t do Coach, we on a jet
Wavin’ goodbye, we in Dubai-bai

Top of the tipper, pussy sweet like margarita
Heard her mom’s a bartender (ew)
Told her “shake that ass, bitch,” and I might think to tip her
Umm… wait a minute, never mind

That bitch so black, look like she belong in a coffin
Pop, bitch, pop, bitch — I’m waitin’ for you to pop, bitch! (pop off!) 
You know I never mind it with a hoe
You know I’m never gon’ flop, bitch

Versace denim, the jumbo Chanel, and that Maison Margiela
My top bitch — can I see your Isabel Marants?
Matter fact, go get the box, bitch

Barbie doll funeral — man, this shit long overdue
I done made it from Brickell to Key Biscayne in the coupe
And my AP so frosty, it should’ve came on a cone
Bitch, my name on the throne
Hope they remember Baron name when he gone

⸻

Chorus
Bitch, I ball on the court, to the mall in a sport
We done made it to the crib, bitch, it’s five in the mornin’
Now we off to the port, flyin’ private of course
I be mixin’ all these drugs — got me fried, I need more

(x2)

SPORT

GLUCOSE *snippet*

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High Maintenance

THE FALL

The final choice: reboot your soul… or die wearing the mask.

This outro track is Goblyn staring into the static, caught between becoming something new or letting the virus of his past consume him. Half-spoken, half-sung over a slow, cyberpunk ambient beat, it drips with exhaustion, reflection, and rage. He’s lived so many lies under the mask — can he survive without it? Or is it already too late?

“Restart or Rot” is the sound of a mind on the edge of a system crash. One final error before silence.

Restart or Rot

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Don't give a fuck, piss in her cup  (PROD. MACMADE)

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