New Bottega

Hi, How Are Ya

Red Lipstick (feat. Yelawolf)

graveyardguy - TORTURE ft Ayesha erotica

Save Us [Demo] ;; Be bold like brass; claim your human right to freedom of expression. Recognising we need saving are the first few miles on the long path to salvation. Stand your ground and hold fast and firmly to what you believe. Articulated and designed to comfort the listener; a melancholy wrapped in a silver lining of insight and inspiration―enthusiasm. Reflection and meditation. :: Rendered and Composed August 2025 :: A.Stringfellow, Stuck In The Wilderness ::

Save Us [Demo]

Broke with Expensive Taste

212 (feat. Lazy Jay)

"Money! & WHAT?"

(VERSE 1)
when i show up at the club, pap paparazzi in my way,
I got alot to say and, fuck, baby i don't fuck around like Peaches, 
i'm not having sex on the beaches,
i'm rather up in the bleachers, showin' all the cute cheerleaders,
how to break it down like this
i brake it down like this
i got masses high on bliss
i got them beggin for a kiss
i'm a supa glamour bitch!
superman to superwoman, my style is so reckless
I put the steam in the heat thats y these bitches are so jealous
If i roll up on them dubs i get them gangstas looken
If im headlining the show i get them managers bookin
If i walk in through the do'
If i make make your girlfriend blow
No doubt when i get in this bitch ima make ya, get low!

So get get get low, wontcha
get get get low!!! (repeats)

(CHORUS)
when i show up at the club, they be like OH FUCK!
When I roll up with my clique, they be like OH SHIT!
When i throw up all this money
When i throw up all this money
When i throw up all this money
I be like, and what bitch

We got that doe dontcha know, we're so rich and famous, 
We smoke that dro on the low, now we gettin' naked
Don't shake your money maker, just get that money babe
Don't shake your money maker, just get paid!


(VERSE2)
I got Money and what?
fashionista in love 
with the bling bling,
make me sing, gimme green
(spend it up)

Dolce & Gabanna
gimme the Fendi and Prada
making the paparazzi wanna blow, you'd think im lady gaga
put a mirror in front of my face, i think my reflections laced,
cuz its screaming something out at me, like "im fabulous, im fabulous"
yo i think i flunked my calculus
yo i think i lost my meds
my mama always told me i have a screw lose in my head
come and get it, i got it, u want it, i need it and i have to admit
you got the doe to make me flo, 
i got the remote to make you (moan)

(Bridge)
i got ten thousand dollar cocaine on my nose 
Mr. officer throw me down if u wanna go
but start from left side, cuz i'm a little bit ticklish from the empty in the pockets on my right side
call me your lovasa
but after i'm done with ya, 
the only thing you'll be calling me is a capital H Hustela
that's what i said
and i bet you'll be jealous until i'm dead

throw me down into a grave
just promise me that you'll bury me in Prada
i promise you that i really wont give a fuck
yeah
hold me down, shoot me up raw
just promise me that u wont fuck up my lip gloss
i promise you that i wont make a sound



Money! & What! - Original Edit

Moncler (feat. Roy Woods) [Remix]

Stuck In The Wilderness :: Electronic Instrumentals :: Drum&Bass :: Samples :: Raw materials :: Composed by A.Stringfellow, Independant Music Artist ::

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