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can't tell ft. Rhude Atake

4 The Record Lyrics

For the record, I'm counting this money
For the record, I'm getting them hundreds
For the record, I flex on a dummy
For the record these niggas be fake
I don't worry about a nigga that's gay,
But I flex the money in your face
Now he mad cause' I'm taking his bae
Niggas talkin' I really don't care
Diamonds all over me, wanna' stare?
Way too hot in the booth, gotta' chill
Might just made it a party in here
Niggas talkin' bout' me, you a fake,
But you won't even say it to my face
Niggas mad cause' I'm causing them pain
Niggas hate cause' I'm still getting paid
I'm sipping on Actavis
I thought that we was stuck together, but you made me sad
I put my trust up in you Brodie, but you did me bad
They hate on me, I just don't get it, nigga, what I did?
That's why I don't got no friends

For the record, I'm counting this money
For the record, I'm getting them hundreds
For the record, I flex on a dummy
For the record these niggas be fake
I don't worry about a nigga that's gay,
But I flex the money in your face
Now he mad cause' I'm taking his bae
Niggas wanted beef with me, so I put em' on that list
I don't beef with niggas, I just pop em' in they chest
I don't do that talking, only action,
And you niggas just want a reaction
Up the toolie, I do it with fashion
Start a fire, like we playing with matches
Throwing bullets, they really gon' catch em'
He a runner, he think I won't catch em'
Since a little one, I had the potential
Now I'm getting my money extensive
Getting money, it's really essential

For the record, I'm counting this money
For the record, I'm getting them hundreds
For the record, I flex on a dummy
For the record these niggas be fake
I don't worry about a nigga that's gay,
But I flex the money in your face
Now he mad cause' I'm taking his bae

4 The Record Lyrics

4 the record

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Alien Flow lyrics

I’m in the sky with the baddest
I like to talk with the aliens, they really telling me I got a chance
I do not talk to broke niggas, they really be sick so I ride with a mask
Told you niggas, “stop biting my flow”
Trying to be me? Boy you got to go
Nigga thought that I wasn’t going to know
You not important, just go to the back
He ain’t making no money, I bet
That boy is a broke, and he stay on the net
Niggas made cause’ I really be taxing
I ride round’ with a Toolie
Hop out the Vert’ with a Uzi
And a broke ass nigga be talking bout’ me
But this broke nigga type on computers

I’m in the sky with the baddest
I like to talk with the aliens, they really telling me I got a chance
I do not talk to broke niggas, they really be sick so I ride with a mask
Told you niggas, “stop biting my flow”
Trying to be me? Boy you got to go
Nigga thought that I wasn’t going to know

Ouu
When you girlfriend see my body, she like “Ouu”
Nigga say he wanna’ fight me, I’m like “Ouu”
I got to stack up them bands, I get them all
Niggas be speaking on me all the time, I don’t care no more
Why would you lie to me? Nigga you fake
I was the one who let you win the race
Now you dead to me, nigga just stay out the way
I don’t care that you hating, I’m still getting paid
I’m stepping in Prada, you see I got bags
Niggas mad cause’ I’m popping them tags
Niggas mad cause’ they see I got bands
I got money, they wishing they had

I’m in the sky with the baddest
I like to talk with the aliens, they really telling me I got a chance
I do not talk to broke niggas, they really be sick so I ride with a mask
Told you niggas, “stop biting my flow”
Trying to be me? Boy you got to go
Nigga thought that I wasn’t going to know

Alien Flow lyrics

Alien Flow

I sip on that drink, uh huh
You can talk, I don't care what you say, uh huh
That boy talking away, uh huh
If you want that smoke, say it to my face, uh huh
It's a target on my head, yeah
Ever since I got these dollars, niggas want me dead, yeah
I got your girlfriend wanting to touch up on my dreads, yeah
She said, "Augxst, you're the best", I told her give me head, yeah
I got so much racks, these dollars poking out my jeans
I don't care about what you want baby, cause' I am all you need
She want her name tatted on me, bae get on your knees
Niggas say I'm a gentleman, I don't know what that means
I'm finna' take that chance
Yeah, I'm finna' take that gamble
I pick up treats and drop off gifts, now she calling me Santa
Got a Latina girl named, Riri, she think I can't get her
I put my bone inside her mouth and tell her to blow like whistles, uh huh

I sip on that drink, uh huh
You can talk, I don't care what you say, uh huh
That boy talking away, uh huh
If you want that smoke, say it to my face, uh huh
I sip on that drink, uh huh
You can talk, I don't care what you say, uh huh
That boy talking away, uh huh
If you want that smoke, say it to my face, uh huh
They care about drugs,
And, yes, I care about money
They laughing at the shit I wear, I told them it ain't funny
These broke niggas be wasting all they money like a dummy
stop wasting all your bread lil' nigga, and go get some money
Riri, she got that ice, you might just fall in love
I might just roll that dice, on something I can trust
I love these instrumentals, they turn a nigga up
I spaz by accidental, it's running through my blood

I sip on that drink, uh huh
You can talk, I don't care what you say, uh huh
That boy talking away, uh huh
If you want that smoke, say it to my face, uh huh

Faye (geesyn)

No I Don't Lyrics

No, I don't talk to nobody
No, I don't got me no bodies
I said, no, I don't go to no parties
She be blowing my phone like a rocket
She be blowing my phone like a whistle
If I ain't want you, I wouldn't be with you
Tryna' bring other folks in the picture
You can tell I do not miss her

She don' got me out my body
She don' got me out the mood
I can tell she want my body
My body being used
She grabbin' on my belt
I took her down, then left
Said, the best she ever felt
I swam like Michael Phelps
Woah, Woah
I'm tryna' get that--
Woah,
I told that lil' bitch--
Woah,
Stop grabbin' on my--
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah

No, I don't talk to nobody
No, I don't got me no bodies
I said, no, I don't go to no parties
She be blowing my phone like a rocket
She be blowing my phone like a whistle
If I ain't want you, I wouldn't be with you
Tryna' bring other folks in the picture
You can tell I do not miss her
I got crosses on my pants
I got diamonds on my lens
It's getting hot up in this booth, that boy cut on the fan
They asking me, "Augxst, how'd you do it?" It just depends
I speak my mind and tell the truth, these niggas act like fans

No, I don't talk to nobody
No, I don't got me no bodies
I said, no, I don't go to no parties
She be blowing my phone like a rocket
She be blowing my phone like a whistle
If I ain't want you, I wouldn't be with you
Tryna' bring other folks in the picture
You can tell I do not miss her

No I Don't Lyrics

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no i dont (saehjn)

Main Artist: Brent?
Featured Artist: Ryes, Kuche

[credentials]
Brent? - @downforbrent
Ryes - @itzryes
KUSH - @cond0lences


Rich Outcast Lyrics:

Yeah, Designer clothes, and bouji hoes
My check got plenty 0's, and they come in rows
I've been on the road, got me moving slow
She tryna' take my soul, no
Designer clothes, and bouji hoes
My check got plenty 0's, and they come in rows
I've been on the road, got me moving slow
She tryna' take my soul, no

She hit up my phone, I tell her go get it
Baby be patient, I'll be down in a minute
Niggas be screaming, they crying like bitches
I didn't even mean it, sike, nah nigga, I'll say it again
Blow up on these niggas, right in they face and I'm pulling the pin
I got plenty hoes, and they come with poles
Got strippers on the road, big booty hoes
They want me to sell my soul, but I won't fold
They want me to sell my soul, no

Yeah, they tryna' get me to sell
Way too focused, I cant even tell
Niggas tell me, I'm not gonna' make it,
But my pockets obese like a whale
Yeah, they think I sold my soul, keep thinking yo
They tryna' steal my flow, they tryna' clone
I'm with the gang, and we tryna' get bucks
Never trusting a nigga, you know that's a must
Me and Ryes, you know that we coming in clutch
Yeah, my niggas, you know that we ball like the, Yeah
Yeah, I'm with the gang, 
Yeah, we gon' fly to the top like a plane,
Yeah, in the booth, we be going insane,
Yeah, like a bomb, we gon' go with a bang,
Yeah, they think I sold my soul, keep thinking yo
They tryna' steal my flow, they tryna' clone
I've been on the road, got me moving slow
She tryna' take my soul, no

Designer clothes, and bouji hoes
My check got plenty 0's, and they come in rows
I've been on the road, got me moving slow
She tryna' take my soul, no

Rich Outcast Lyrics:

Rich Outcast (ft. Ryes & Kushe) (prod.sky)

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What’s Up (Gloxxky x Kushe)

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Up the heat Lyrics

Whole lot of smoke in the booth, boy you can tell that it's me
That boy said, he want a feature with Kuche, you gotta' pay me the fee
I'm tired of these broke niggas sleeping on me, I gotta' cut up the heat
That boy said, he wanna' talk to the gang, that boy gotta' pay me to speak
Whole lot of niggas been tryna' say that I'm a clone, I guess I gotta' prove them wrong
I can tell that you broke niggas listening to my song, got you saving it to your phone
All this black on my body, I'm tryna' find what I can wear, that's why I got these two tones
Every time that I walk out the house, gotta' put on a coat, my body be on froze
That boy don't got no swag, he don't got no sauce
That boy don't got no racks, that boy too lost
Speed in this wraith, it go too fast, I can't be caught
They tryna' catch me, do the dash, I'm speeding off
Whole lot of smoke in the booth, boy you can tell that it's me
That boy said, he want a feature with Kuche, you gotta' pay me the fee
I'm tired of these broke niggas sleeping on me, I gotta' cut up the heat
That boy said, he wanna' talk to the gang, that boy gotta' pay me to speak

Up the heat Lyrics

Up the heat (hoodrixh)

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Real Bag Gettas Lyrics

Your boyfriend not that tough, at all
That boy don't got no bucks, at all
This Phantom go too fast, I'm taking off
Gotta' hold on to this hat, keep falling off
These bands getting bigger
These fans getting sicker
That boy think he's a gangster, boy you ain't gon' pull that trigger
I call up my lil brodie, he gon' smoke you like a Swisher
The gang in way too deep, we some Real Bag Gettas'

I got too much bands, I got too much sauce
This T-shirt might be plain, but it cost way more than your house
Don’t ask me if I need a receipt for all my clothes
I got too much money to be worried about what it cost
Bro think he's a gangster, bro think he a stepper
We hop out the V, that boy too gone, that boy need medals
Don't speak on my name, cause' I can get your gone for lesser
Just ask lil bro up in the ground, that boy thought he was special

Your boyfriend not that tough, at all
That boy don't got no bucks, at all
This Phantom go too fast, I'm taking off
Gotta' hold on to this hat, keep falling off
Your boyfriend not that tough, at all
That boy don't got no bucks, at all
This Phantom go too fast, I'm taking off
Gotta' hold on to this hat, keep falling off

Real Bag Gettas Lyrics

real bag gettas (ayokaddy)

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Try Again Lyrics

I caught that lil boy tryna' snake, I said, "Try again"
That boy said, he could take my bae, I said, "Try again"
Tell Kushe that, "I could snatch his chain," boy come and try it then
And, If I pop out with this stick, you might just hide then
You might just hide then
You might as well just face it
That boy not gangster, he just talking tough to feel okay
He posting whips on Instagram, that boy know he Valet
If I catch brodie lacking, then I might just catch a case
Shake, shake, shake
Do it, yeah
Shake, shake, shake
Do it, yeah
If I can't get that bag today, I'm gon' get it tomorrow
They telling me that I'm gon' make it
I'm gon' make it far

This Bat Mobile tearing up the asphalt
They tryna' put a watch on me, cause' this a fast car
I drive expensive shit that make you want to pass out
That boy said, he want to beef with me, see how it panned out
That boy said, he want beef
What that gotta' do with me?
I don't wanna' hurt nobody feelings, so leave me in peace
If you really want to take it there then make sure you Elite
Cause' I hang with some shooters that leave you more than diseased

I caught that lil boy tryna' snake, I said, "Try again"
That boy said, he could take my bae, I said, "Try again"
Tell Kushe that, "I could snatch his chain," boy come and try it then
And, If I pop out with this stick, you might just hide then
You might just hide then
You might as well just face it
That boy not gangster, he just talking tough to feel okay
He posting whips on Instagram, that boy know he Valet
If I catch brodie lacking, then I might just catch a case

Try Again Lyrics

Try Again (2xcond)

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Ventador Lyrics

Too much ice up on my neck, boy, you can tell I'm froze
Every time I step outside the door, you catch a cold
Might fly away with Butterfly doors on this Ventador
Got too much bodies, I'm like Ash Ketchum, gon' catch em' all
If I was up in your shoes, boy, I would hate me too
Too bad that you're not Kushe, that's a bad, Point of View
I'm making bucks up in my sleep, boy, how about you?
How you gon' get mad at me cause' your rent past due?

That boy don't make no sense
They hate on me for less
What you want me to do?
I'm trying my very best
These niggas in my way, these niggas in my face
I cannot let them get to me, I cannot, not today
They say I'm popping off
This four door whip look like a jet inside, I might just change the route
They tryna' put me on suicide watch cause' this Wraith taking off
These broke niggas stay talking on my name, what's all the hate about?
You broke niggas got too much doubt

Too much ice up on my neck, boy, you can tell I'm froze
Every time I step outside the door, you catch a cold
Might fly away with Butterfly doors on this Ventador
Got too much bodies, I'm like Ash Ketchum, gon' catch em' all
Boy keep talking, we gon' really do you bad
Boy stop talking, boy you claimed that you a fan
Boy you don't want beef with me, we clap niggas like hands
How you gon' start a war with me, you don't got no bands
That boy don't got no bands, Aha
That boy still broke, he a lame, Aha
That boy still broke, he a snake, Aha
That boy not doing good in life, that boy still walk to the bank, Aha
You gamble with your life, you roll that dice, you gon' walk the plank, Aha

Too much ice up on my neck, boy, you can tell I'm froze
Every time I step outside the door, you catch a cold
Might fly away with Butterfly doors on this Ventador
Got too much bodies, I'm like Ash Ketchum, gon' catch em' all

Ventador Lyrics

Ventador (near4k)

SUPASTAR (fukkmetta)

Unreleased Track
Produced by @5kjordn
With @rexv2

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woke up

woke up w rexv2 (5kjordn1)

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Produced by Aloa
With @xtsyworld

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