Hunnid$ ft. TANA (prod. Sxprano)

Produced by Drewtek and Jwade

(Lyrics) 

I ain’t even gonna beg for this shit
I ain’t even gone ask a nigga 
You know I had to get me some more tho

Fashion race
Who gon rock that first, man, this that fashion race
Trash that tape, boy that life you live, you can’t een rap that mane
Yes Im faithful 
I just want my cake, I’m not gon touch her bae
Expensive taste
Diamonds like that Voss, can’t drink no Celsius baby 
Diamonds like that faucet, like that seltzer baby
All we drop is purple we don’t fuck with that green apple baby
Hold up 
Ask me bout flying back and forth up on that Delta, baby
You can ask me bout it

Out of town penthouse like that shelter baby
Out of town, smoking loud, in your house, I’m elevated
You can ask about that Skyhouse, spent hours on that elevator
Breaking pounds, only one around, can you help me bae
Wipe me down, CDG Homme plus the swag, its never play
Don’t think that I’ll ever play
Wav team, we got hella rank
These niggas think they archive stepping, my shit still in cellophane
I touch cheese like everyday, and he touch cheese on special days 
Word to gang 
Yeah

Still got scars from all the harm they did
Bitch I waited my whole life so they wouldn’t get it
Crushed up shrooms in lemon juice, it’s so acidic
Opp nigga smoke so good, put out my gotdamn spliff
Big ‘Vette, this some shit your lil ass couldn’t even whip
Diors fit so good, that’s why I love this leather
When I drip on you, I’m comfortable, that’s why I love this weather
If it’s up to me, that suffering gone, I put that on my deadz 
Real bands nigga, put that on your head 
Real wagyu, I put that on my tab 
I might not een speak if you not bad 
Shut yo trap boy, yeen talking cash 

That shit way too bland, boy, you can’t be speaking swag…

Fashion Race
Who gon rock that first, man, this that fashion race
Trash that tape, boy that life you live, you can’t een rap that, mane
Hold on 
Yes Im faithful 
I just want my cake, I’m not gon touch her bae
Hold on 
Expensive taste
Diamonds like that Voss, can’t drink no Celsius baby
Diamonds like that faucet, like that seltzer baby
All we drop is purple, we don’t fuck with that green apple baby
Ask me bout flying back and forth up on that Delta, baby
You can ask me bout it

Vadova - FashionRace

Øway Or Nothing ft. Tezzus .prod Zaan

Produced By Malachi

(Lyrics)
Yeah
Bring my shit back, bitch
Four finger ring on my hand, bitch, damn 
Draco just too hot to handle (krr)
Let that hoe fly til I jam it, damn
Hoe can’t een dodge when I’m ramming (krr)
Cut that brick with a Karambit, damn
Cook that bitch up in a pot bitch, uh
Cook that hoe up in a pan bitch, yeah
I got a whole lot of fans bitch 
These niggas act like my fam, bitch, uh
Damn, drum on that bitch like a fan bitch (ffrr)
Drip on me from foreign lands bitch,uh 
Too much hate in this world, I can’t stand it 
I been just tryna do what I can, bitch, yeah

You can bet on me, bitch, like the moneyline
You can flake on me just like I’m average, promise you that we not linking another time
I’m the one who made gold out of sand, I told you I got you, then nigga my word is bond
And I’m holding this shit in my hand, I look in the mirror and say that the world is mine
And I’m taking these packs in the air, I open the bag and you know that the odor mine
And I’m taking that Hemi hereNthere, engine gon’ jump out that bitch with no motor mounts
‘Cus it took me a minute to get here, I cannot be by your side when you go down
And I’m spilling that swag hereNthere, but its ok I got way more to go round 

Yeah I got way more to go round 

All on my own
I gotta walk this path til I cant no more
I gave niggas every pass, but I can’t no more, ahh
I got real proof that my swag can put a nigga on 
My plug having flavors like Menchie’s, what you want 
My hoe way, way too friendly, like fuck that, uh
No 1900, I was hanging with Rugrats though 
We would leave at lunch and hit up every damn store 

Uh 
What 
Hold onn
Yeah
Bring my shit back, bitch
Four finger ring on my hand, bitch, damn
Bitch think she too hot to handle, damn
I take a trip to Miami, damn (Hold on)
Serve out that pack, call it candy, damn
Serving some bars, not the xannies, damn
I need that Benz, fuck a Grammy, damn
Show tonight, whole documentary
And that shit turnt, foe, we need us an Emmy
Why would you turn on your team when we winning
I could just turn on that beam and just grill ‘em
Or turn on the heat on the seats when I’m chilling 
I turn up the heat in this shit, they can feel it 
I need all my cheese in this bitch with no Philly (Oh yeah)

Yeah
Bring my shit back, bitch
Four finger ring on my hand, bitch, damn 
Draco just too hot to handle (krr)
Let that hoe fly til I jam it, damn
Hoe can’t een dodge when I’m ramming (krr)
Cut that brick with a Karambit, damn
Cook that bitch up in a pot bitch, uh
Cook that hoe up in a pan bitch, yeah
I got a whole lot of fans bitch 
These niggas act like my fam, bitch, uh
Damn, drum on that bitch like a fan, bitch (ffrr)
Drip on me from foreign lands bitch,uh 
Too much hate in this world, I can’t stand it 
I been just tryna do what I can, bitch, yeah

Vadova - 2 Hot 2 Handle

steve kur

nother level

Produced by Cade, Nova, & Dreamz

(Lyrics)

Ooh, 
Trap out the fucking returns department
I ain’t wanna work in insurance department
Walk in this bitch and I turn up the party
And I got stick in the glove compartment 
Still kind of sick off them drugs I started
Think I got sick off your love, that’s karma
Ion wanna talk about blunts, just spark it
I wanna fuck up my lungs, I spark it
Look on her face when I stunt, astonished
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Walk in the party, they ask if I got it
Know that I got what you want, I’m on it
Seeing some swag in the store, I want it
Ion care if they selling both, I bought it

I don’t care
If I’m driving or walking or flying there
Give a fuck what you need, baby I’m there
I ain’t playing bout cheese, hope it’s all there
Put me on any team, bitch I ball there
You can lean on me just like an arm chair
And my steez like sous vide, yeah I like it rare
Ooh, why you said move out the city, I like it here
Why you keep calling that bitch when she like it here
These niggas stuck at the bottom, they like it there
Point to my collar, my jeweler gone ice it there
Roll up a blunt standing up, and I light it there
Whip having bucket seats, whip having fighter chairs
These hoes not talking bout shit, I don’t care
Oh you not talking about chicken, then I don’t care
Paper and Grabba or Looseleaf, man I don’t care
You hit the za, you might fold like a lawn chair

I’m tryna run up these funds
Hop on a PJ, a young nigga done with charter
Horsepower, we got a bunch
I-85 to the A, I ain’t never took Marta
Ooh, do it today and you done 
That’s step 1, of living like it’s no tomorrow 
I don’t care if you the plug
If you my mans and fell on your ass, you can borrow
Yeah that’s my girl I adore her
Fuck that Pandora, gettin her Tiffany charms
Damn this hoe hard to ignore, smell like Sephora, and she got ink on her arms
Versace Jeans Couture, tryn go on tour, and show off the drip that I rock
I do this shit for the 4, having galore
I can’t even trip on no opps

Ooh, 
Trap out the fucking returns department
I ain’t wanna work in insurance department
Still kind of sick off them drugs I started
Think I got sick off your love, that’s karma
Ion wanna talk about blunts, just spark it
I wanna fuck up my lungs, I spark it
Hope they don’t look in the glove compartment
Walk in this bitch and I turn up the party
Look on her face when I stunt, astonished
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Walk in the party they like, who got it
All of this za what you like, I got it
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Count it up, I need to touch the profit

Vadova - Spark It

Produced by Malachi

(Lyrics)
Okay 
Pick that exotic shit straight off the shelf
Whip too exotic, got whistles and bells
Cups with no coffee leave prints on the scale
And I’m so confident, walk in Chanel
Zotty my body, you probably gone smell it
I know they salty, I’m giving them hell
Playstation parties to top of hotels
Hoes in the lobby, they ringing the bell
Okay
Knew I would always excel
Okay
Knew I been keeping it real
Way fore the chains and the whips, worked the field
Way more than flavors, I’m having them seals
Play with the paper, just stack it, it’s here
Made to be brave, I’m attacking my fears
Came to be great, and I’m lapping my peers
Came to LA, man this rapping shit serious

I fuck with my Migos, I fuck with my homies, I fuck with my shorties, I
I fuck with the custies, I fuck with the junkies, I fuck with you on the za
If you sayin fuck me, then I’m saying fuck you,
I said that a million times 
I turnt up these niggas and turnt up these bitches,
I can’t let you turn me down
I’ll stunt on you, nigga, and stunt on you bitches, you ain’t gettin no warning now
I stunt on these niggas and stunt on these bitches, and they gettin horny now
A nigga came up on the Northside, flexing by UNC-49
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth, and then I went Balenci 45
I fuck with my Migos, I fuck with my homies, I fuck with my shorties, I
I fuck with the custies, I fuck with the junkies, I fuck with you on the za
If you sayin fuck me, then I’m saying fuck you,
I said that a million times 
I turnt up these niggas and turnt up these bitches,
I ca-

Okay 
Pick that exotic shit straight off the shelf
Whip too exotic, got whistles and bells
Cups with no coffee leave prints on the scale
And I’m so confident, walk in Chanel
Zotty my body, you probably gone smell it
I know they salty, I’m giving them hell
Playstation parties to top of hotels
Hoes in the lobby, they ringing the-
Okay
Knew I would always excel
Okay
Knew I been keeping it real
Way fore the chains and the whips, worked the field
Way more than flavors, I’m having them seals
Play with the paper, just stack it, it’s here
Made to be brave, I’m attacking my fears
Came to be great, and I’m lapping my peers
Came to LA, man this rapping shit serious

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