#True #2K23

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A Calathea rose ain't meant for luhv.

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No Luhv Calathea

I'm Such An Idiot

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I’m A Bit of An Idiot (2K20)

Produced by LI TWANÉ

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Lyrics:

Can’t wait ‘til I overdose, leave me comatose, I ain’t tryna speak or think no more, li’ nigga leave me ‘lone 

Freak bitch she off them pills for sure, I need a realer ho’ 

Brown bitch in Vera Wang, ruby wrist it’s gon’ blang 

Gimmie da drugs, fuck da luhv, I’on need much 

They don’t care, they just stare and they mean-mug

Bleedin’ here, everywhere, could ya clean up? 

Do or dare, super rare, I know they need us 

I’m da last man standing and I’m by my-fucking-self 

I don’t give a fuck ‘bout luhv baby, I just need some help 

Now, I’on believe in Heaven and I’on believe in Hell

If anything, it’s True over everything, I believe in myself 

Smokin’ onnis dope again, now I’m feelin’ swell 

But then I come back down to earth worser than I felt 

Brain so goddamn fried like CTE, no NFL

Stab my bitch to death and hide her body, what’s that smell?

When I’m sober, I’m an asshole, such a fuckin’ jerk 

What the fuck is luhv baby? Tell me how does that shit work? 

Gone up off da drank, yeah I’ma geek, I’ma nerd 

Stop usin’ ya words, listen and you’ll learn 

Free my nigga Skeem wit’ da beam, he’ll shoot you first 

Smoke a cig, sniff a perc, my heart really hurts 

I just gotta keep on climbing, see success before da dirt 

(Aye, aye, aye, aye)

Can’t wait ‘til I overdose, leave me comatose, I ain’t tryna speak or think no more, li’ nigga leave me ‘lone 

Freak bitch she off them pills for sure, I need a realer ho’ 

Brown bitch in Vera Wang, ruby wrist it’s gon’ blang (×2)

Luhv Notes

Can't Wait 'Til I Overdose

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Can't Wait 'Til I Overdose (Bonus)

Produced by LI TWANÉ

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Lyrics:

Li’l baby it’s a sweet life 

You tryna pass me up, you better think twice 

Bitch know I’m da one you wanna be like 

I gotta get it done, no I can’t be nice 

Shawty pussy popping, yeah it be tight 

Pussy-nigga you can gon’ and keep da street life

Tryn’ be in Geneva under street lights

I’m tryna live a St. Regis suite life

Catch me kickin’ it wit’ Cody, I tell ‘em top floor me

Tryn’ ball like I was ‘nobli, goofy bitches think they know me

She was tryna fuck my homie, it’s too many fishes in da ocean for a nigga to sulking

Gave ‘er power for da hour and now she get controllin’

Thinkin’ I should fuck, or maybe I should focus 

Nigga feelin’ hopeless, fuck ‘er face and make ‘er throat it 

I don’t have opponents, I deserve a shining moment

Used to couldn’t get it up, now I never get enough 

Feelin’ stuck, what the fuck 

LI TWANÉ, I won’t bluff, shit get hard, shit get rough 

Thug it out, way too tough

Sniff it up, huff or puff 

Down ‘n out, when in doubt 

Pop a pill, change this frown 

Upside down, turn around

Money up, in Alizé I wanna drown

Buy a pound, smoke an ounce 

Everything is better when you high up off da ground 

She a bitch, she mutt, I’ma hound, you a clown 

Do or die, I won’t try, I’m that guy, I can’t lie

Let it fly, gone awry, pop ‘bout five then I’m high, need enough ‘til I’m stuck, I’m gettin’ super fried

Suite Lyfe

Suite Lyfe (Bonus)

Produced by LI TWANÉ

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Redux of “Lemme Know” by Loveybone 

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Lyrics:

Shorty let me know

Do we have time to grow?

‘Cause I don’t wanna sit around ‘n cry no more

Shorty Let Me Know

Shorty Let Me Know (Bonus)

Produced by lowranger 

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Lyrics: 

Runnin’ outta time to add it up

“When y’all gon’ shine?”, they keep askin’ us 

I’m flowin’ down like an aqueduct

Sex spells, she keep castin’ ‘em

Sex sells, but so does a casket bruh 

Heather, Hilary and Tabitha 

Dollar and a dime, money ain’t matching up 

(Aye)

I keep it pushin’ like a piston, freak bitch get to kissin’

On a glory mission, life is pain just by extension 

Quite tired of existence, fuck da burger flippin’

I just wan’ take trips and, figure out my distance 

She talkin’ ‘bout I’m distant, I been stressed out, hit my limit 

She say that is no excuse, guess it’s no controllin’ you 

Slave to da wage, how da fuck y’all be on Earth for fifty years, still ain’t get paid 

I do this for myself, ignore my mental health 

I think fame and wealth will help 

Right now, I’m feelin’ down, I been all by myself 

You niggas ain’t no help, True God on top da shelf 

Make it out, look back ‘n laugh, down on my dick, I couldn’t brag

Da shit was pretty sad, pockets filled wit’ fifty cash, bitch that’s all I had 

Smoke me up some hash, now I’m bold and I’m brash

Shoulda took da risk, got scared that I would crash 

I belong in trash, I’m behind her ass

Probably shoulda graduated, ain’t belong in class 

Didn’t get along wit’ da class, rippin’ bongs ‘n hittin’ flasks 

Twenty years long, I was hidden in a mask 

I need me a mag, put it to my brain, blow it all to da back

Wrap me innat bag, this is Twané’s final task 

Start it all over and finish nowhere the last 

(True)

On the Boulevard, shit get hard / Tryna ball just like Lavar (×2)

On the Boulevard

Produced by Modern Solutions

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Lyrics:

She strippin’ naked, proactive 

I’m actin’ like I ain’t askin’ 

She lookin’ like, “Get to smashin’”

I told her it ain’t gon’ happen, we just lack the love and the passion

She said, “Is you a faggot?” 

I told her, “Naw, you’re quite attractive and here’s what had happened…” 

I only love ‘em as far as I pass ‘em 

To my brothers, gon’ let ‘em have some 

Best believe, I’ll treat a bitch like just like a sleeve 

But that shit ain’t for much me

I miss my nigga Skeem 

We gotsta live out our dreams

These bitches do anything, just to be on winnin’ teams

Much rather focus on gettin’ glory and that ghetty green

Bitch I need better things, bitch I need better things

Yeah she strippin’ naked, but I can’t fake it 

This shit don’t make sense, it’s time to make changes 

So I’m bookin’ trips to Lake Greatness, my forever vacation

I fuck these bitches then hate them, I need love and salvation

So I’m off to Lake Greatness, workin’ all on my anguish 

Maybe love it ain’t for me, it’s ‘bout time I stayed at Lake Greatness

Where everyone’s patient

I’m on my way to Lake Greatness, on my way to Lake Greatness

OMW to Lake Greatness

Produced by LI TWANÉ

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Lyrics:

Miss Mahogany, why you doggin’ me?

I wan’ all da drugs, I wan’ all da lean

I smoked all my weed, now it’s hard to sleep 

So I pop a bean, nigga obviously 

I’m tired of repetition, I’m tired of da bitching, I need a new prescription

Drug habits causin’ friction, keep it pushin’ like a piston 

Old face hunnits, run it, nigga not da new edition 

On you I spend it all, baby do you wanna kick it?

Niggas too suspicious and bitches be too vicious 

She two-stepped on my heart, plotted from da start, I’m not very smart 

I’m on a losin’ streak, I’m way too unique 

Gone up off them drugs, baby I feel truly free

Say she my li’l slut, well that shit’s new to me

Money, sex & drugs, baby I like nudity 

She wan’ me to fuck, bitch a super freak

I be feelin’ numb, I don’t know who to be

Miss Mahogany

Produced by moisturizing cream

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Lyrics:

I got you drinkin’ & tellin’ 

Last night I had you yellin’ 

Gone finish yo’ Courvoisier, so I can hit yo’ belly 

Girl it ain’t none on the dossier, let’s gon’ and hit da telly 

Oh really, oh really? You talmbout ya feel me 

Don’t mean to hurt yo’ feelings, but I ain’t into kneeling 

Don’t make this song no less true, swear to God, girl don’t be silly 

I need something real, for real, I need something in reality

A girl that’s real, she gon’ tell me when she proud of me 

A girl wit’ curls, swea’ to God, she’s such a masterpiece

She got rid of my apathy, thinkin’ I might die happily 

And actually, I wanted to ask ya what was happening, ‘cause uh…

I’m an ugly, black nigga like Biggie 

But the pretty bitches still pick me

Nigga want a beat that’s fifty, soon that shit’ll be fifty-thousand 

Told these niggas that I’ll move mountains, and if I can’t I walk right ‘round it 

That’s because uh, I’m that nigga or somethin’

Black pride, always liked bein’ a nigger 

All that really means is that my dick is bigger and I’ll kill a muhfucka way quicker 

And the music stay bumpin’ ‘cause it’s in me

In a Dodge Hemi, ya hear me, bumpin’ Whitney

Wit’ a yellow bitch, blowin’ spliffs, sippin’ Remy

Finna link wit’ Kee, hit da stu’ and drop plenty 

Knock a nigga down, don’t tempt me 

Stab ‘em innis shit, nigga no friendly 

Girl let’s ride off inna Bentley, got a whole liter of VS Henny 

Fuck one nut, let’s bust many

Never let a bitch treat me Jenny

Uh, okay, bitch it’s LI TWANÉ

Nah for real, for real, for real (×4)

Drinkin' & Tellin'

Produced by SAINT PEPSI
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Lyrics:

Nigga, nigga can’t touch my, bitch (×5)

Gettin’ money wit’ ya, this ain’t funny, is it? (×4)

I want you to ride, I ain’t lookin’ for you to die 

Set aside some time and just let me explore yo’ mind 

Don’t bring up yo’ ex, ‘cause if you do, I’m gon’ decline 

Not tryn’ hear ‘bout no nigga that had his shine ‘fore mine 

Gotta stop lookin’ all in the past, can’t hit rewind 

I don’t give not no fuck ‘bout no luhv, let me remind 

But if you stay true and treat me how I think you might

I’m just gon’ have to cut all da games and make you mine 

(True)

Cain't Touch My Bitch

Produced by LI TWANÉ

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Lyrics:

She like, a little bit deeper, more faster / True bastard, fuck yo’ pastor, I’ma dark angel, baby, not Casper 

She a top-tier actor, I cast her / She fuck my money off faster, she off that “what-the-fuck-matters” 

She always in my ear wit’ that chatter, she badder, way badder, than my last bitch that don’t matter 

VSOP in my bladder, baby don’t get yo’ heart shattered / She in da sticks totin’ that ladder, we speed past like, “Fuck them crackas!”

She tapped my line, got trackers / She passive, it’s tragic, her last man was a faggot 

Glory, I attract it, why you don’t got yo’ ratchet? Watch ‘em get his ass kicked / I want money habits, I need bunny rabbits 

Levante, don’t crash it / Roll yo’ own, don’t pass it 

Hunnids for my fabrics, my lyrics for her captions / We gon’ change our traction, get off yo’ ass, get active

(Yeah baby, gone ‘head and grab my hand, you know what we ‘bout to do, let's go, aye)

Sultry 222

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