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needya (prod novachance x flawless).mp3

Ride Or Die

Rykage & Tibs! - U Go I Go *prod. rykage*

FTN *prod. tylo*

prod. @ilycrisis

Lyrics:

It ain't really shit get ya head knocked off
Freaky bad bitch keep calling my phone
Bitch giving me throat, give me head, nod off
Nigga died on the scene, but it ain't my fault
And he lying 'bout drugs, no he don't sell rock
Pussy ass boy trynna call them cops
Bitch talk down, we gon' make him rot
Bitch talk down, we gon' make him rot
Bitch talk- bitch talk down, we gon' make him rot (slatt)
All of y'all niggas some losers, huh
And that's why y'all wanna be me, bitch
I catch that boy on the street, bitch
Own all my cars, ain't no lease, bitch
I got new Patek Philippe, bitch
And I been runnin' up bread like feet, bitch

And no we not the same, hoe
We can't fuck the same hoes
We can't even be bros
I shoot a nigga through a peep hole
And I don't even really like people

Turn a nigga to a cold case, on god
If she change, i'll kill my broad
I told gang, "come grab the rod"
I need racks now like A$AP Mob
She eat my dick up just like cod
And why these niggas put on facade?
Bitch don't get in my ride
Bitch don't- bitch don't get in my ride
Huh, I can tell when you lie (boah, slatt)
Huh, I can tell when you lie
(boah, boah, boah)

It ain't really shit get ya head knocked off
Freaky bad bitch keep calling my phone
Bitch giving me throat, give me head, nod off
Nigga died on the scene, but it ain't my fault
And he lying 'bout drugs, no he don't sell rock
Pussy ass boy trynna call them cops
Bitch talk down, we gon' make him rot
Bitch talk down, we gon' make him rot
Bitch talk- bitch talk down, we gon' make him rot (slatt)
All of y'all niggas some losers, huh
And that's why y'all wanna be me, bitch
I catch that boy on the street, bitch
Own all my cars, ain't no lease, bitch
I got new Patek Philippe, bitch
And I been runnin' up bread like feet, bitch

WHEN YOU ROT

prod. @stasheduzis

Lyrics:

I got drip on my neck like a water bag
Blowin' up off the net like i'm Bomberman
If he wanna work, gotta pay me a couple bands
He be a bum, he won't jump off the porch, yeah
Bad lil bitch and said her name Porscha
He not yo' mans, he don't even support ya
Yellow canary diamonds look like torch, yeah
My niggas in whips and chains, thought it was torture
Play with my money, get put in a morgue, sir
Brand new bitch and she big bungee jumper
She start revving, I feel on her bumper
Gotta relap- huh, okay (fuck)
Gotta relapse, I just poured a four in my Fanta
I can't simp for no hoe, I don't got no manners
They tried pull me over, but I know Miranda
Thot, she suckin' me up
I bust on her face, leave her white like that bitch was Santa
I got broads in Atlanta, Desiigner panda
Hit from the back then Ryah turn to Danny Phantom

I got extendo clip, longer than banana
And these niggas some bitches, they gotta man up
New SRT where I count the bands up
Bad bitch, like a cop, fuckin' with her hands up
My twin got a glock, make you put your hands up
My money got fat, nigga, like Alana
Bad hoe, look good, she don't need makeup
Ain't a bitch wit' a lace front I can't touch

Roll me a blunt, I ain't even eat lunch
And I run this world like a Freemason
I be shittin' on niggas like a newborn son
These niggas all in my DM, for what?
Rick on my foot, now my toe say "cunt"

Back room, chillin' wit' Ryah and Tote
I get cheese, no queso
She want fuck, I say "no"
And I got bad hoes on my case load
And I got Lanvin on my lace, hoe
Huh, he was an atheist, caught up to 'em, now the nigga trynna pray, bro
Got a brand new shooter, he ain't got no face, hoe
And i'm wit' Jose trynna run up peso's
I ain't even got no cape on
Why the fuck you in my face, hoe?

I got drip on my neck like a water bag
Blowin' up off the net like i'm Bomberman
If he wanna work, gotta pay me a couple bands
He be a bum, he won't jump off the porch, yeah
Bad lil bitch and said her name Porscha
He not yo' mans, he don't even support ya
Yellow canary diamonds look like torch, yeah
My niggas in whips and chains, thought it was torture
Play with my money, get put in a morgue, sir
Brand new bitch and she big bungee jumper
She start revving, I feel on her bumper
Gotta relap- huh, okay (fuck)
Gotta relapse, I just poured a four in my Fanta
I can't simp for no hoe, I don't got no manners
They tried pull me over, but I know Miranda
Thot, she suckin' me up
I bust on her face, leave her white like that bitch was Santa
I got broads in Atlanta, Desiigner panda
Hit from the back then Ryah turn to Danny Phantom

FTN prod. tylo

Jaylon Krutch (@jaylonkrutch)

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