Temple Run

Mup6 - Let’s Go (Fast)

$uave - Movin Slick (Fast)

LYRICS:

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m flying while you worry ‘bout your check balance.
I’m a Blxckstar — you ain’t gotta ask about it.
Do it for the culture, worry ‘bout no money problems.
Clear your mind, God gon’ help you find a way to solve ’em.

Turn up, bitch — dance like ain’t nobody watching.
Turn up, bitch — dance like ain’t nobody watching.
Turn up, bitch — dance like ain’t nobody watching.
Turn up, bitch — dance like ain’t nobody watching.

[Verse]
So they asking me, “What you getting out the music?”
Tell ‘em happiness — prove that you can make a movement,
For your own regard & the ones who stick right to you.
I don’t need a million streams to love the shit I’m doing.

If it make it out, I just wanna bless the fam.
If I’m standing out, hope I get a lot of fans.
I won’t change for clout — ain’t no way I’ll take demands.
Bring the family out — me & Ma gon’ throw them bands.

Plate out them entrées, I pull out the seat.
When I’m at the top, my whole family gon’ eat.
When my sis get older, I’ll pay out the lease —
She’ll pull up to school and her wrist be on freeze.


[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m flying while you worry ‘bout your check balance.
I’m a Blxckstar — you ain’t gotta ask about it.
Do it for the culture, worry ‘bout no money problems.
Clear your mind, God gon’ help you find a way to solve ’em.

Turn up, bitch — dance like ain’t nobody watching.
Turn up, bitch — dance like ain’t nobody watching.
Turn up, bitch — dance like ain’t nobody watching.
Turn up, bitch — dance like ain’t nobody watching.

Money Problems [prod. nightforce]

LYRICS:

[Chorus]
I can see the signs, hoe — you was never mine.
Play me like a dumb cunt, should’ve known you lied.
Told my bro to roll some, smoke you out my mind.
You gon’ bring me down — I ain’t even get to fly.

[Verse]
Hold up, hold up, hold up —
Mix the psych inside the soda.
Cheap-ass hoe like Motorola,
Spend my cash but never show up.

Break my trust? Lil’ bitch, you done.
Knew since then you ain’t the one.
New bitch — I might crack them buns.
Old bitch — she can’t learn to love.

Broke my trust,
All she want is lust.
Brought you up,
Splurging all my bucks.

Like the sun,
Flash brighter than your gun.
Keep it tucked,
Hope I won’t have to bust.

Why these niggas tryna push up on the one?
Can’t be mad at a nigga who talkin’ tough.
Ain’t no peace in his mind — his body numb.
Give a pat on your back, I know you bluff.

Got them CZs — ain’t no VV stones.
Ain’t no need to spend out all my bones.
3.5 gon’ get a nigga gone.
I ain’t with that shit, lil’ hoe — just leave me alone.

[Chorus]
I can see the signs, hoe — you was never mine.
Play me like a dumb cunt, should’ve known you lied.
Told my bro to roll some, smoke you out my mind.
You gon’ bring me down — I ain’t even get to fly.

Signs [prod. byparallaxxed]

LYRICS

[Chorus]
I ain’t forget about the past — I just be in my lane.
Without this music in my life, I think I’d go insane.
And all my niggas pushin’ up if you get carried away,
And when I’m up, I ain’t ever gonna change my ways.

Ayy, what’s up? This shit in my blood.
Fuck a slut — I ain’t tryna cuff.
In my lungs, got magic in my blunt.
Shawty tough — she gon’ boost this shit up.

[Verse]
Yuh, yuh — Benz truck,
Stars up in the Benz truck.
Put my bands on land, huh,
Make these niggas stand up.

Pop out — make a transfer,
Pop out — make her dance, huh.
Pop out with the clan, huh,
Marry a Lin — no Manson.

Cocoa butter kisses —
She be smooth just like Mike.
Sweet-ass hoe, just like Ike.
Niggas mad, niggas tight.

I ain’t with all that hate,
I ain’t with all that spite.
I be in my own world —
Fresh-ass diamonds like Sprite.

That lil’ hoe finna bite —
Why she puttin’ up a fight?
Clean up on Aisle H,
‘Cause the way I make that pussy right.

I flock with my niggas, we takin’ the night.
I’m coppin’ designer, just wastin’ my time,
When I could be at home, in my bed just to write —
And I ain’t givin’ up, so we gon’ have to fight.

[Chorus]
I ain’t forget about the past — I just be in my lane.
Without this music in my life, I think I’d go insane.
And all my niggas pushin’ up if you get carried away,
And when I’m up, I ain’t ever gonna change my ways.

Ayy, what’s up? This shit in my blood.
Fuck a slut — I ain’t tryna cuff.
In my lungs, got magic in my blunt.
Shawty tough — she gon’ boost this shit up.

Forget [prod. siem spark]

LYRICS:

[Chorus]
De-De-Dead hoes — they gon’ ride, hoe.
Bitch—bitch, I catch ’em all — Pokémon GO.

Kickin’-kickin’ doors, raid this bitch like 5-0.
M4 — that bitch mic—
M4—M4 — that bitch micro.

Shit divine, bro — this shit too divine, hoe.
Shit divine — this shit—this shit too divine, hoe.
Shit divine, bro — this shit too divine, hoe.
Shit divine — this shit—this shit too divine, hoe.

[Verse]
Cult classic, nigga.
Bands jump up like Tigger.
Die rich — action figures.
Pull I.T.T.S. triggers.

Waterbed flows — make that ass pop out & jiggle.
My niggas on go — eyes fried, but they stick like hittas.

Blood rush, blood rush — put that rage on 10.
A hundred blunts, a hundred blunts — I’m smokin’ out the den.
Treesh hoe, Tre—Treesh hoe — she ain’t with the kid.
No, no — she ain’t with the kid.
She ain’t—she ain’t with the kid.

[Chorus]
De-De-Dead hoes — they gon’ ride, hoe.
Bitch—bitch, I catch ’em all — Pokémon GO.

Kickin’-kickin’ doors, raid this bitch like 5-0.
M4 — that bitch mic—
M4—M4 — that bitch micro.

Shit divine, bro — this shit too divine, hoe.
Shit divine — this shit—this shit too divine, hoe.
Shit divine, bro — this shit too divine, hoe.
Shit divine — this shit—this shit too divine, hoe.

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