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Trench Baby

MoStack - FakE FaKe FAKE

Cap 2 da Side

Chances

Banshee

Shame On Me

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Bitch, I be one in a million 
I beat that pussy up straight from the back, She screaming my name cuz she lovin the feelin
She fuck wit me bad, cuz im not finna save, I really just think she in love with a villain
I need me a billie, the fuck is a million
I stack to the sky, what the fuck is a ceiling
Money comin in, this a wonderful feeling 
This music my dream and I wanna fulfill it
She play with my dick like she wanna come feel it
Huh, yeah
I be that young nigga straight from the Murda, I know that you heard from a great grapevine
Huh, I switch the flow every time on a song, that’s the reason the niggas gon take mine
I got yo bitch givin head, got a great mind
She goin home, show me titties on FaceTime 
You ain’t got racks, that’s a shame cuz I made mine
I pop a perc, Eminem, go 8 Miles

[Chorus]
Yeah, what’s the word?
Cuz, I got birdies on my phone, they keep on chirpin
She reserved to come eat this dick and count my racks, that’s just her purpose 
I just just heard yo brand new track, it suck, the world need brand new surgeons
Finna swerve in this big body tank, I feel like Uzi in a damn Insurgent

[Verse 2]
Hee, hee, huh 
The fuck is a band to me?
I don’t do the shit for you, bitch , I do this shit for myself and my family
Niggas ain’t gettin these words, I had to correct em, I feel like Grammarly
I smoke that gas, it’s grams in me
You a bitch boy, you ain’t no man to me
She comin over, the first thing she said is “Fuck me” I think she demanding me
Ima take her right to the back and I take that down, bitch I get to slammin deep
She fallin in love with a nigga, she want me post her, she might make the spam at least 
Every time I hop on tracks, I eat like im hungry, this shit is a damn lil feast
Yeah, cmon, she said a nigga got no heart (You have no heart)
Well, bitch you must be dumb as fuck, it’s clearly protected by Chrome Heart
How the fuck that nigga scared of the bitches, When he the main one tryna ask where the hoes are 
Bitch, im the goat with the music like Mozart
Fans tryna know when I drop more art, soon
My blasian persuasion lookin just like Molly Santana 
Im shootin first, I swear the Glock is not jammin 
I’d rather kill myself than die by a random
Huh, Your music, I’ve not been a fan of
It’s so ass, that you should be locked in a slammer
Put dick down her throat and it knocked off her grammar 
Told twin chill out puttin wock in the Fanta
Feel like I’m Bobby Brown, talkin shit really just my prerogative, huh
Huh, you know I’m on top of it
I’m makin moves and these niggas ain’t stopping it, huh
Huh, my music she rockin with
I know you mad that yo lil bitch rockin it, huh
Huh, if it’s beef, then you droppin it
I would just hate to put you where a coffin is, huh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, what’s the word?
Cuz, I got birdies on my phone, they keep on chirpin
She reserved to come eat this dick and count my racks, that’s just her purpose 
I just just heard yo brand new track, it suck, the world need brand new surgeons
Finna swerve in this big body tank, I feel like Uzi in a damn Insurgent

WHAT’S THE WORD (Prod. Aloa + Duma)

Trizzy Trapz x Kojo Funds - Say My Grace [Prod. By @WildBoyAce]

@tgmillian @naira-marley @blancoharlem @jojoharlem @harlemspartans 

FROM THE COMPILATION
MOVES: THE SOUND OF UK AFROBEATS
CURATED BY AFRO B (@deejay-afro-b)

AFRICA, THE CARIBBEAN, AND THE ENDS

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