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Phonerotica

Phonerotica - PatricKxxLee feat. J Molley

©ARTIS. 
PatricKxxLee feat. @Champagne69
Produced by PatricKxxLee

LYRICS
[Intro]
Come I put you on this Punk Shit 
Punk Shit damn 
I'm the one she wanna fuck with 
Fuck with damn

Come I put you on this Punk Shit 
Punk Shit damn 
I'm the one she wanna fuck with 
Fuck with

Heart 
Wrist Iceland 
I'm my own hype man 
Water like Poseidon 
Bitch come get this trident 

Mary Jane connoisseur 
Beat the pussy till it’s sore 
Now she call me, she want more
Now she call me, she want more

[Chorus: PatricKxxLee]
Shinigami ay 
Nigga try me ay yuh yuh 
Peep the tommy ay 
We get rowdy ay yuh yuh 

Ay, come I put you on this Punk Shit 
Punk Shit damn 

I'm the one she wanna fuck with 
Fuck with damn

[Verse 1: PatricKxxLee]
As far as my cheat codes 
XX down for the deep throat 

Same niggas speaking on me bro 
Haven't heard shit in a week though

Hold up wait bring that fire 
Someone say where's my lighter 

Yo bitch on my rider 
Don't touch my attire  

Hold up Medusa called me on the phone 
I'm stoned I just wana bone 

I haven't been home, it's four in the morning 
Somebody sing me a song ey

Pour me a drink or shut the fuck up 
Girl by the sink  
Girl in the tub 
You ‘bout this life
Ayo wassup 

I can put you on this punk shit 
Punk Shit yeah
Pay no tension to a drunk bitch 
drunk bitch yeah

I'm the one 
And she got lucky lucky yeah
I'm the one 
And she got lucky lucky

Come I put you on this Punk Shit 
Punk Shit damn 
I'm the one she wanna fuck with 
Fuck with damn

[Verse 2: Wille Stilios]
All these niggas on some fuck shit fuck shit
Lying ‘bout guest list for the function 
Looking for some love in the mosh pit 
Gosh bitch 
Words on frost shit 
Acid on lock lit 
Lips on lock with the demons in my pocket 
Punk Shit Punk Shit
Lying about the function acting like a rager but you not shit 
Stop it 

Took her to heaven in flight mode 
Paris time in the night though 
When my pants blow you 
The Eiffel tower got that night glow 
She screaming like it ain't aight though 
Enter the team for that pipe though
Enter the dungeon with your eyes closed
Leather jacket with a slit wrist looking for Jesus in a misfit 
Finding utopia it's this lit 
Got her walking with a kiss kiss 
Chris Brown with the Kit Kat 
Beat the pussy up dead flat 
On yo Punk Shit yeah I did that 
Wearing Thrasher but you dead trash

Come against me, you get bitch slapped
About to catch a wrist fast
Come I put you on this Punk dick
Come I put you on this Punk Shit

[Chorus: PatricKxxLee]
Shinigami ay 
Nigga try me ay yuh yuh 
Peep the tommy ay 
We get rowdy ay yuh yuh 

Ay, come I put you on this Punk Shit 
Punk Shit damn 
I'm the one she wanna fuck with 
Fuck with damn

[Verse 3: Siyangena69]
Its all really fantasy
Sip and catch on pure anarchy
This is for niggas who let up and doubted me, 
Whip out the armiger, slice up the path to me, 
Niggas just started but we did the trilogy, 
Few Bulmas, some Nimbus and Senzu Bean, 
For wrong ones who don't see, you dead to me, 
If the booty starts sweating there's energy

Bitch just just let go of me, 
I’ve had them dripping like the Camps Bay Beach, 
Sipping Henny like it’s juice to me, 
Your girl up at Shimmy suck squeaky clean, 
Done with her shit I'm about to leave, 
Swinging I slither my path so bleak, 
Punk with my shit but there's heart in me, 
But it's frozen that shit’s an anomaly

Yeah yeah yeah

Yellow nigga wanna bone yeah
Smoke up till I turn to stone yeah
Fuck niggas want the throne yeah
Skull and bone when I throw yeah
Kicking kitty I'm VLONE yeah
Fuck the pussy man I'm gone yeah
Tripping, looping you don't know yeah

Come my side
I might show you anime in real life, 
Take a lick of this right here you'll be fine, 
Oh you'll be fine 
Oh some wine 
Oh alright, 
It's a vibe, 
Don't waste time do it right, 
69

Punk Shit (feat. Champagne69)

Punk Shit - PatricKxxLee feat. Champagne69

[Bridge]
I forgot all of my feelings in the darkness
Sometimes I believe that I'm a walking carcass 
Give her everything except all my emotions 
And I left all of my feelings in the darkness

[Chorus]
Pocahontas in the woods, she wan' be found now 
So much liquor in my cup I think I might drown 
If you throw it right round, throw it right round 
Pocahontas in the woods she wan'be found now 
I remember I was chilling with my old head 
I remember I was chilling with my old head 
Check my phone I got a message from my old bitch 
And I left all of my feelings in the darkness 

[Verse 1]
Pocahontas left the woods to rip my neck out out
Tell that bitch to come correct now now
Darkness where I make my bed now now
I'm your plug, I'm your connect now 

Didn't do what you expected 
Instead of dying in the woods I found my next lick 
Found Pocahontas in the woods beneath the dark cloud 
Yeah yeah yeah 

[Bridge]
I forgot all of my feelings in the darkness
Sometimes I believe that I'm a walking carcass 
Give her everything except all my emotions 
Floating with me she just wants to be my ocean 

[Chorus]
Pocahontas in the woods she wan' be found now 
So much liquor in my cup I think I might drown 
Pocahontas in the woods she wan' be found now 
So much liquor in my cup I think I might drown 

[Verse 2]
I found Pocahontas
Then I lost my compass 
Club look like a forest 
My Doja keep me calm when 
My mans tell yours stand now 
She wants me in her pants now 
I excecise my right to 
Do what the fuck I want to 

Barely sober driving 
Won't slip up like the last time 
Cararies in my room telling me that this her last line 
She don't deserve my past time 
She knows not to ask why 
In the woods like campfire 
I got girls you can't try 

Now Pocahontas, 
I wanaa find out if you’re honest 
Bitch, you’re not evil, you’re demonic 
You took my soul and left me ......

[Chorus] 
Pocahontas in the woods she wan' be found now 
So much liquor in my cup I think I might drown
Pocahontas in the woods she wan' be found now 
So much liquor in my cup I think I might drown

She don't know a thing about love 
She do anything for my drugs
Pocahontas 
Are you honest, are you honest 
No no 
Pocahontas 

[Verse 3]
Few hoes 
On my fiend phone 
Shit changed since I’ve been home 
They pray to see me on
And some pray to see me fall

I make her swallow her pride 
Be down for the ride
And you know the creatures come out in the night
They ask for a feature and can’t pay the price
I asked her to be here, you pay for the ride 

Ooh don’t it hurt, I won’t ask 
Few rolling stones in her past
Blue, hurting coz you came last 

I leave my bitches and search for new life 
She kill me it thrill and im dead inside 
Now I hit the strip with more fire than riots 
Need gold and booty, I must be a pirate 

You just a newbie and I can’t retire 
Master her mind like I studied for life 
You take my mind off the girl on my side 

Poke her honest 
Naked truth in my sonic 
Blaze the booth and pay homage 
Melt my eyes when you’re smiling

Diaries Of An Arsonist

Pocahontas

LYRICS

[ Hook ]

She blow my phone 
I Told that hoe
What’s happening bitch?
She wanna fuck 
Yeah that hoe be nasty bitch
You fucking on her
And you know she fuck the crew
She a lame
She off xannies 
Yeah, she super zooted



[ Chorus ]

Super Zooted 
Your hoe Super Zooted, ey
All these bitches on my line 
They Super Zooted, ey
Super Zooted 
Your hoe Super Zooted ey
All these bitches on my line 
They Super Zooted



[ Verse 1 ]

Cardi boy, hitting licks
Yeah he super stunting 
Your hoe lame, starter pack
All over her body 
She with everybody 
better leave that girl for sure (for sure)
That’s your hoe for sure
Booln we these hoes for sure
Oh my Cardi you know you the shit
For sure for sure
Let’s get wasted
You can miss me with that shit my boy
I’m on xans, I’m on Molly
that’s the same shit
That boy lame
She ain’t wan fuck
fuck the same bitches 

Cops on my case
Tryna dodge these ops in here
On my waist
Goyard on my fucking waste
My 9 tucked
Tryna keep a lame away
Come my way
Babygirl just come my way



[ Hook ]

She blow my phone 
I told that hoe
What’s happening bitch?
She wanna fuck 
Yeah dat hoe be nasty bitch
You fucking on her
And you know she fuck the crew
She a lame
She off xannies 
Yeah, she super zooted



[ Chorus ]

Super Zooted 
Your hoe Super Zooted ey
All these bitches on my line 
They Super Zooted, ey
Super Zooted 
Your hoe Super Zooted, ey
All these bitches on my line 
They Super Zooted



[ Verse 2 ]

Yo man a simp
He a lame boy
Biddie on my lap
In a room
we getting domed 
Hotbox in my whip 
Nigga Issa droptop 
Geek on your hoe
Cardi Boy he countin paper 
Copped that Raf
Nigga I just copped raf
Yeah yeah
I just copped that raf 

She a biddie
from Kansas City 
Cardi boi, hittin licks
Yeah, he super stuntin
Rockstar subi jeans, ey
Booln with the team, ey
Yeah I'm piped
For the night show
Got yo hoe she toppin 
She fuckin
She boppin
For that hilfiger, Spazzing at bitch
She fuck with other niggas 


I’m just tryna ball
Always on a call
Bitch you tryna stall
But I can’t kick it with you 
I know you a Thot
Fell in love with you
Only for the night 
Only for one night though

Written By| IG: @willycardiac | TT: @willycardiac | SC: @willycardiac| EMAIL: willycardiac@gmail.com

SUP3R ZOOTED (prod. TXB)

FOR MY RAGERS XOXO



Lyrics 

[Intro]
My name is Cardi (lil cardi)
Super zooted is my fucking hit man
I might need more of that lean motherfucker
I gotta pour that lean is this motherfucker
You know what I’m saying?


[Hook]
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER

U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
(x2)

[Verse]
Fucking these hoes
Sex on the floor
I got 40 in my room
You can not fuck with the crew
You can not, what
You can not, ey

You can not hop in my car
Lil bitch, a star

Popping em’ pills and em xannies 
I’m fucking your hoe with no condom
She wanna fuck with lil cardi 
I told that hoe she a fanny
I don’t fuck with no hoe
Unless she got a fanny
She can not fuck with lil cardi
Unless she got a friendyy 

[Bridge]
All these girls wanna
fuck me for my clout 
The wannna
Talk to me for my clout
They wanna 
Walk with me for my clout
I just don’t know anymore man
I just don’t fucking know

[Hook]
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER

U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH

(x2)



Written by: WILLY CARDIAC aka LIL CARDI aka MR FUCK YOUR AUNTIE

CLOUT CHASER (prod. CCG)

Lyrics 
- Kautious by willy cardiac 

[Hook]

She say she feeling nauseous
While we be swerving in my Audi 
My clouty is fucking dope
I don’t move with no heart b
(Fucking with no heart)

Lil Bitch you can suck my dick
lil shawty then you out
(I got your bitch)
I don’t trust no hoe
Unless she ain’t at a fucking party
(Now calm down)

I don’t do no Bieber dash
Lil bitch only want my clout
(Not fucking sorry)
I don’t do no hoe
Unless she got a cause to start with

Hey! Lil bitch! 
You can not suck my dick!
Lil shawty!
You out of my league 
Talk to your bitch
She finna fall for me

[Verse]
Bitches on my phone
They tryna blow up young Cardi 
I told her hoe, she a stank
She can’t hop in my Audi 
Lil bitch, you can suck my dick
I don’t know, I ain’t got no heart

Lil bitch you too stupid
You can do this shit
Now go!
I got gwok 
Gwakamoli in my pants 
Lil bitch you can’t stay 
You know you licking the man
I got wok
I got woedis like a panda 
They was sticking
The was sticking
I was all up
And I’m all up in my audi
Lil bitch you too stupid 
I don’t need no hoe

I tote my glock shoot 
You gone hear a *paa paa*
Hit you pussy up
Now you licking slow
I’m gone rage 
I’m gone rage 
And your hoe she gonna drop 

[Hook]

She say she feeling nauseous 
While we be swerving in my Audi 
My clout is fucking dope
I walk around with no heart b
(Fucking with no heart)

Bitch you can suck My dick
lil shawty then you out
(I got your bitch)
I don’t trust no hoe
Unless she ain’t at a fucking party
(Now calm down)

I don’t do no Bieber dash
Lil bitch only want my clout
I don’t do no hoe
Unless she got a cause to start with

Hey! Lil bitch! 
You can not suck my dick!
Lil shawty!
You out of my league 
Talk to your bitch
She finna fall for me



Written By: WILLY fucking CARDIAC, (Mr I Ate Your Auntie Out) MR WILSONNNN

KAUTIOUS (prod. CCG)

ENJOY AND FUCK U

Lyrics


[Hook]
I told em man up 
(I don’t fuck with no hoes)
They be like cancer 
(That bitch all on my pole)
I’m tryna flex up
(I’m gone flex on you hoes)
I’m gonna blast yah
That shit doo doo doo
x2

[Verse 1]
Cardi get that face
Cardi on your hoe 
Cardi get them bands up
She gon lick me up
She gon suck it
She gon suck it
She gon suck it
He gonna pull up on your bitch
Like bitch what’s popping?

Get my blade my nigga
Then I’m wasting em

I just fuck yo hoe
I’m gonna post it up

I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
I’m gon run it up
I’m gon run it up

Your bitch on my dick 
she be bouncin
Bouncy house on my dick 
like a clown bitch
Wait, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
I just run it up 
Then i count my bucks

[Bridge]
On my bucks
On my bucks
On my bucks
On my bucks
On my bucks
On my bucks bucks bucks bucks

[Hook]
I told em man up 
(I don’t fuck with no hoes)
They be like cancer 
(That bitch all on my pole)
I’m tryna flex up
(I’m gone flex on you hoes)
I’m gonna blast yah
That shit doo doo doo
x2

(Written by: Wison Aka Willy Cardiac Aka Lil Cardi Aka Mr Fucked Your Auntie)

GUNNER *freestyle*(prod. CCG)

Lyrics
“BLAST!” By Willy Cardiac

(HOOK)
Damn I get the bag
Get the bag
Then I bag that 
I pull up with drugs 
Like a plug
In my back pack 
I’ve been running gang 
For a minute 
Never lane switch

(VERSE)
Pipe me up 
Pipe me up
Pipe me up
Pipe me up
That bitch wanna suck on my dick and yah
I’m gonna suck her clitie yah
She gonna hope in my Audi
And swerve me
But she know that she cannot get me yah

Damn I get that, uh
I might get that in a bag 
And I smash, wait 

(BRIDGE)
You a capper
Not a trapper
I get bands 
Like I’m nirvana
I’m might pull up with a lama
I might pull up with my yuppas
I get shows, I get hoes
I don’t like you
You not my bro
You cannot fuck my clique
You is a bitch
You can not touch on my shit

(HOOK 2)
Damn I get the bag
Get the bag
Then I bag that 
I pull up with drugs 
Like a plug
In my back pack 
I’ve been running gang 
For a minute 
Never lane switch

Written: Me Bitch

BLAST! (prod. WAV.GANG)

HIGH AS F*CK (prod. KAY VETER)

LYRICS FOR SIPPY DIPPY

Hook:
Bitch I’m tired 
Bitch I’m fucking tired of this 
I don’t wanna talk to you
Lil bitch I just wanna get my neck
I don’t want sex

I just sleep cause I’m tek 
Your girl she sent a text
She told me that she getting wet 

I tote my Glock
Then I run around your block
Got shooters that go doo doo doo doo
Like I’m on top 
I let that shit go blurry 
Cause I know that shit so scary
Bitch I’m scary 
It’s a scary sight 
When you jump of the ****

Verse:
Burry berry on my scotch, chasin
Hold on my dick like a socket changing 
I got a price on my head 
Cause I’m  killing these niggas 
Like my name is Marilyn Manson 

mama told me that I rock
Hide that crack in my sock

Benjamin’s all in my jeans again
I might just sin again
Spicy like cinnamon 

Bridge: 
Hit my plug 
Got ziplocks
Boy I’m dapper 
On my glamour ou
Now she wannna suck my dick
And kill me like she cancer ou
She gonna suck my dicky like a sippy 
Pull my zippy up

Sin again, I might just 

Hook:
Bitch I’m tired 
Bitch I’m fucking tired of this 
I don’t wanna talk to you
Lil bitch I just wanna get my neck
I don’t want sex

I just sleep cause I’m tek 
Your girl she sent a text
She told me that she getting wet 

I tote my Glock
Then I run around your block
Got shooters that go doo doo doo doo
Like I’m on top 
I let that shit go blurry 
Cause I know that shit so scary
Bitch I’m scary 
It’s a scary sight 
When you jump of the ****

Written By : ME BITCH, WILLY CARDIAC

#SIPPYDIPPY #BITCHIMTIRED (prod. KASUMI)

Yea that shit is really dope 

Boy don’t sip 

50 on my cap

Dat shitttt is temp 

Ya! You want dat? Uh

You don’t do no work ya

I just spit these facts

Now I’m icey on my neck 



Spreading love to WILLY GANG 

That’s squad no cap



Now you wanna lie on me?

Like boy don’t cap 



Boy I been fennesin 

Now counting bands up

Now you wanna ride me 

Like do you fuck with me?



Hop up in my coupe , I’m gonna ride

Fucking on bitch , I left her high 

I don’t fuck shit, boy im fly 



In a rave I go harder than a chimney 

I might fuck your bitch

and tell that bitch please do not not miss me

Now she wanna talk to lil cardi 

But i do not listen 

I do no no do no fellowships

Coz you been dissin

Now you wanna be my bro

Coz Nigga I been getting it 



Dissin 

Counting all my them racks

That I been keeping 

I flipped it

Cop that bag on zip

You know I dippped it 

I cripped it 

All my money blue no green

I’m cripping 

I’m sipping

Sipping on that act 

You know I’m leaning 



Yea that shit is really dope 

Boy don’t sip 

50 on my cap

Dat shitttt is temp 

Ya! You want dat? Uh

You don’t do no work ya

I just spit these facts

Now I’m icey on my neck 



Spreading love to WILLY GANG 

That’s squad no cap



Now you wanna lie on me?

Like boy don’t cap 



Boy I been fennesin 

Now counting bands up

Now you wanna ride me 

Like do you fuck with me?

BOY DON'T SIP (prod. KAY VETERxZ7)

Chain smoking, fuck my lungs 

(Heavy smoking got me Numb)

I just need your Love and blood 

(Open your heart and let me drink)


Girl I been fucked up

Left me alone now I’m lovestuck 

I don’t need nobody else

I just need you no one else 

Everyone says that I changed 

Switching up for all the fame 

Money and Pain that’s my name

Spilling my blood for the game 

Nothing is left my veins 

Vampire problems

Now I’m stuck here with no conscious 



Chain smoking, fuck my lungs 

(Heavy smoking got me Numb)



I just need your Love and blood 

(Open your heart and let me drink)



written by: “WILLY CARDIAC” aka “Mr my dick go a heart”
my engineer: STBM

VAMPIRE PROBLEMS (prod. NEVIS)

Lyrics 

(Hook)
DEVIL, GOTTA BE CAREFUL 
FUCKING WITH A DEVIL


(Verse)
Got me so fucked up 
Girl I been fucked up
You been thinking about somebody else
It really hurts yuh 
All the shit you saying means nothing 
Because you lie 
I been tryna make you mine
And you know that 


Popping all these pills 
Girl you always fucking high

From the first time I met ya (uh)
Kissing you girl fuck your neck up (uh)
Baby fuck you up, fuck your make up (uh)

Then we make up uh
Then you fuck up yuh

Why you always doing shit 
You tryna lie to me 
I’m tryna get in you 
Girl you know you stupid

In love with a goth bitch
Got her from another nigga
Said that she gonna kill me
Yeah she really killed a nigga 

In love with angel 
Yea that shit so hurtful
I gotta be careful
Fucking with a devil


(Hook)
DEVIL, GOTTA BE CAREFUL 
FUCKING WITH A DEVIL

Written By: Willy Cardiac

In Love With A Devil, Feb 14th

Art by: Viral Torment
Written, recorded and mastered by: IDEA
G.O.D squad takeover
all copyrights reserved.
<3

Mami Mama

Mami Mama [prod. YZ]

TOK3 SHII FREESTYLE WITH @ccglovesyoutoo   $$$****

VIBEZ BY FAMOUS BOYZ

*T0K3* FREESTYLE WITH C C G {PROD.C C G}

ARTIS. Produced by PatricKxxLee. Feat. @WillyCardiac.

🎥 MUSIC VIDEO OUT: bit.ly/AchooVideo

[Chorus: PatricKxxLee]
Riding ace I’m cool 
But you 
Test

Make my shooter sneeze 
Achoo
Bless

Watch I blow these trees 
They do
Best 

Hold up grab my keys 
And zoom 
Next 

That hoe on your list , did I chew? 
Yes

Had my old bitch shocked at my new 
Yes 

All my haters shocked pikachu 
Yes

That boy is a fan now he cool

[Verse 1: PatricKxxLee] 
Came with that new flow 
Hotter than new hoes 
Body bag six feet deep 
That's where the beat go 

I pull up whole team deep and give him a heatstroke 
All of these hoes on me 
I’m giving free throws 

Nigga take a seat Chris Hansen 
Fuck my clout I'm handsome 
I go nuts like I’m in them guts 
When the shit get tough I’m laughing 

Ini mini miny mo that hoe she was at my crib phone blasting up 
I’m not impressed if you trying your best then the best ain’t a question worth asking yuh 

[Chorus: PatricKxxLee]
Riding ace I’m cool 
But you 
Test

Make my shooter sneeze 
Achoo
Bless

Watch I blow these trees 
They do
Best 

Hold up grab my keys 
And zoom 
Next 

That hoe on your list , did I chew? 
Yes

Had my old bitch shocked at my new 
Yes 

All my haters shocked pikachu 
Yes

That boy is a fan now he cool

[Verse 2: Willy Cardiac]
Your girl called my phone
She say achoo
I blessed her 
Niggas acting crazy 
Grab my tool, you next ya 
Phoney bitches tryna take my loot
Finnnesed ya
She got ass like Kylie 
I might lose
Narcissist 
Suck your bitch up When  I’m off the shit
I got shooters that will off your clique 
Fuck my fans up when I’m in the pit 
Aerobatic when she suck my dick
Niggas acting crazy on some shit
I got 40 for my ounce lil bitch
I be smoking on that fondz lil bitch

Ey ey
Hit the bitch now talking brazy
She got ass like a titanic baby
She gonna turn imma activate it 
All black like a racist baby
I got 80 on my name, look brazy 
Niggas going crazy like some navy’s 

I might just fuck on that bitch and I tell on that bitch UHHH FUCK!

Fucked up
Niggas acting crazy
They gone uh
Locked up 

Boy I smoke so much
Don’t smoke no bong uh

I’m stuck up

Niggas acting stupid 
They so dumb 

You lost bruh

Willy Cardiac that’s name on god

[Chorus: PatricKxxLee]
Riding ace I’m cool 
But you 
Test

Make my shooter sneeze 
Achoo
Bless

Watch I blow these trees 
They do
Best 

Hold up grab my keys 
And zoom 
Next 

That hoe on your list , did I chew? 
Yes

Had my old bitch shocked at my new 
Yes 

All my haters shocked pikachu 
Yes

That boy is a fan now he cool

Achoo

Achoo (feat. Willy Cardiac)

[Intro]

Count my v.i.p (uh)
Freestyle for your bitch
She said she sucking 
Give me neck (uh)
I need hella blunts
Count so much money
Hurt my thumbs (uh)
Timmy Turners always wishing
That a nigga flop (uh)
Smoking gas, I pull it
Bitch I do pull out
No sons (ey)

She got ass like Vivian 
I fucked in the woods (ey)
Now she call my phone
I told her “bitch I’m already booked”
She got ass like give me give me
Give me hella goods (ey)
Pull up to hood (ey)

[Hook]
Count my v.i.p (uh)
Freestyle for your bitch
She said she sucking 
Give me neck (uh)
I need hella blunts
Count so much money
Hurt my thumbs (uh)
Timmy Turners always wishing
That a nigga flop (uh)
Smoking gas, I pull it
Bitch I do pull out
No sons (ey)

She got ass like Vivian 
I fucked in the woods (ey)
Now she call my phone
I told her “bitch I’m already booked”
She got ass like give me give me
Give me hella goods (ey)
Pull up to hood (ey)

[Willy Cardiac: Intro]

Yea I smoke 
Yea I got too many hoes
Niggas acting crazy 
I might just pull up and get on rogue 
Get on go
I’m on my coat 
I got fendi I got rosé
I got all the shit t these niggas flex about 
but they don’t own ey

[Willy Cardiac: Verse]

Give me a set
I might test it
Got to many foes on my phone
They tryna test
Clone me 
Calling your girl
I might smash it
Got too many hoes at my home
I might pass it ey

Pull up crazy
I got 80 000
On my line 
And I’m high as bitch ey

Alcoholic 
When I sip on henny 
Man I don’t give a fuck about shit

2 glocks
Nigga get gunned down 
2 many calls on my line
I might sign out
Got like 83 now
Vivian west
Got like 2 hawks
Give me your best 
Supreme nigga 
You ain’t getting no rest 
I ain’t got to pay a hoe
For my Vivian west

Got like 2 glocks
2 glocks
Nigga you gone die
You been talking shit 
Get gunned down

(Breath x2)

[Hook]

Count my v.i.p (uh)
Freestyle for your bitch
She said she sucking 
Give me neck (uh)
I need hella blunts
Count so much money
Hurt my thumbs (uh)
Timmy Turners always wishing
That a nigga flop (uh)
Smoking gas, I pull it
Bitch I do pull out
No sons (ey)

She got ass like Vivian 
I fucked in the woods (ey)
Now she call my phone
I told her “bitch I’m already booked”
She got ass like give me give me
Give me hella goods (ey)
Pull up to hood (ey)

[The Big Hash: Verse]
Told that bitch she stand no chance of hopping on my cock,
Every party I show up at I get unlimited stock,
Let a thottie give me head
I never let her know my thoughts,
Shit gets crazy when she tells her friends I’m beating on her box.
Boys on the block,
Man, I’m hardly asleep when I’m bumping your music, I’m barely awake.
I call my dick a Lil Uzi, that pussy I punish,
Ain’t cum yet, Eternal Atake,
Play with that bitch like a flute and a basket,
I’m well aware people treat her like a snake,
Ain’t cook in the kitchen, ain’t cleaning them dishes, I just want dessert, boy I came for my cake. 
Yuh.

Young and getting rich, 
give no fucks about a bitch,
Got three stripes up on my pants,
Put my dick on her two lips.
Barely party at The Sands,
I make alternative plans,
Take the anger to the pits,
Horny hoes just wanna dance.
Talk bout the way that I feel on a beat,
I got hittas if you wanna come to my spot,
She got no teeth when suck on my meat,
Funny when she go low, 
she still giving me top,
Don’t send naked pics on my phone,
I delete ‘em,
My girl like to peek a lot,
It gotta stop,
I keep complaining bout drama but fuck it,
Enjoying myself when I’m stirring the pot.
Lick it off her like jelly tots
Maybe do it in a parking lot,
I don’t give two fucks, 
Leave purple spots,
Shawty get too lit,
While I drink my water,
She take three more shots.
Smoking gas as loud like smelly socks,
Get her in a trance,
Cue my music, she give up her twat.

[The Big Hash: Outro]
If you hating, suck my dick,
Showing love, come take a pick,
Hoes think I’m a pompous prick,
Coz I won’t give them my stick,
I wear stripes, I don’t rock ticks,
Ain’t tell no lie, just check my kicks,

MANIAC LULLABY ft. THE BIG HASH (prod. CXCAINE)

[Hook 1]
Pull with a Blicky
I might just go up and test ya
Got 200k nigga
I might pull with a check
Niggas copped some ice
Boy you could’ve bought a feature
I just spent 200/400 
I copped a Tesla 
X2

[Verse 1]
Fuck yah
Pull up with some dumb sluts
I just fucked your bitch
And told that bitch I do not love her 
Now she call my phone 
like Daddy let me give you love 
I don’t need you bitch
I don’t need your stupid love

I don’t fuck these bitches
These bitches they fuck me
I just copped a crib
Now I’m moving lowkey 
Pull up with a four
Might just hit you In your knees
Niggas talking crazy
I might leave you with no teeth 

[Bridge]
Ya ya ey
Bitch ya ya ey
Ya ya ey
Bitch ya ya ey
Ya ya ey
Bitch ya ya ey
Ya ya ey
*cough* fuck !

[Hook 2]
Pull with a Blicky
I might just go up and test ya
Got 200k nigga
I might pull with a check
Niggas copped some ice
Boy you could’ve bought a feature
I just spent 200/400 
I copped a Tesla 
X2

[Verse 2]
Dip shit
Now you talking lit bitch
Hit you in your legs 
Now you walking with a limp bitch

Acting crazy uh yuh
Acting crazy ey 
Ay go crazy uh yuh
Ay go crazy ey

Burberry scotch
All on my chest
I pull up with a choppa
Hit you in the neck 
Hit you till you feel like
We’re in the old west 
Pull up Glock shit
I’m gonna test

I can not fuck with these bitches
They know
They know young been popping it off

Cardiac arrest
Went to jail
They like “oh”
Pull up with Glock shit
Now they really know 

[Bridge 2]
Wait yuh
Ey bitch ya ya
Ya ya ey bitch
Ya ya ey
Ya ya ey bitch
Ya ya ey
Ya ya ey
Woah woah 

[Hook 3]
Pull with a Blicky
I might just go up and test ya
Got 200k nigga
I might pull with a check
Niggas copped some ice
Boy you could’ve bought a feature
I just spent 200/400 
I copped a Tesla 
X2

lyrics by willys clone aka mr i love ass

Blicky

BLICKY (prod. UGLY TREMAINE)

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