BabyTron - Thinkin' Out Loud [Flipp]

Lyrics:

New car very noisy
Come through and it's roarin'
Yeah, yeah
You know how I'm coming
You know how I'm coming

Bend her over, then I murk her
Call Gunna if you want you a Birkin
"Oh, Baby, you be lyin' in your verses
I be hearin', say you buyin' 'em purses"
I can't even lie, you ain't my type
You ain't even all that fine in person
I can guarantee you if you my kind
She got every bag you can imagine
Big house, I can really be braggin'
Hundred thousand in my mouth like, "What's happenin'?"
Not the big cheap teeth, that's embarrasin'
He ain't me, you can keep the comparisons
My bitch probably one of the baddest
Good girl, turned her into a savage
Dispatch, got a problem in traffic
We came through in matching G-Wagens
Low-key, I've been keeping it classy
Could be really out here doin' 'em nasty
Niggas couldn't even see me in last year
Just started and them niggas in last gear
I ain't even try to and I passed 'em
Giving looks, I contribute to fashion
Drop a song, I be giving them captions
Stand alone, not your regular rapper

Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)
You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend
See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect
Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah
Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah
Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah (Yeah)

I put the dope in the back of the car and I tell 'em to go
She hit when she land, she bring me the bands, she back on the road
She know how I get when I get in that mode
Ain't fuckin' with bitches, ain't buying no clothes
Wanna do shows and make me some songs
Make sure that other shit come in, get sold
We fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with poles
We play with our money and not with our nose
I used to go to the West to get loads
I just came back from the West with a trophy
I'm on some more shit
She said she miss it and sendin' emojis
No time to kick it, I'm always in motion
Can't say I miss you, I don't got emotions
I'm on that back when I slept on the floor shit
I'm on that me and the bro kick a door shit
I'm on that back when I stood at the stove shit
Ain't goin' broke, I'm just back on my old shit
I'm takin' drugs, I don't know how to cope it
I know one thing, I'm never gon' be hopeless
If you tell 'em what was said, you a rodent
Drive the new Corvette like it's stolen, yeah

Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)
You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend
See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect
Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah
Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah
Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it
Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)
You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend
See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect
Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah
Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah
Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah

Lil Baby - Woah [Ethereal Flipp + Nightcore]

Lyrics:

[Verse 1: xaviersobased]
For me, she her arch her back, for you, she hunch it
In this bitch countin' fifties and hundreds
If you with me, baby, keep this shit a hundred
Fuck nigga, don't play with the wanted
Yeah, nigga, I'ma play with all my money
I'm tryna fuck two hoes
Pop my whip, too low
Smoking gas, too dope
Get away, too close
Get away, too close
In this bitch, I've been drinkin', geekin' on the dance floor
Yeah nigga, I'm the flyest nigga out here on the low (Don't give a shit)
Don't give a fuck about the nigga that she loves
Bad bitch with the stripes like a zebra
Yeah, nigga, sayonara, I'ma see ya
Yeah, totin' on a .40, I'ma reaper (Ayy, uh)
Totin' on a fuckin', uh, nina
For me now, baby, stay right there, I'ma leave ya, yeah
Sittin' on my body, I'ma need, uh, her
My brodie off the Tris' and I'll just see now, uh, ayy
No, no, ayy
No, no, ayy
No, no, ayy
No, no, ayy

[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Baby, can you hear? Diamonds in my ear
We score too much lean, we don't drink no beer
Lil O, did you hear? I'm flexer of the year
I see guap, oh yeah, when I look in the mirror
Choppa for the deers, but we not shooting deer
Look out for your rear 'cause I ain't playing fair
I want this bitch arm, give me your arm
Hold up, what you got on?
This lil' fit cost a arm, yeah
Hop up in that foreign
I'm gon' take it off, yeah
Hear the engine roar
But we hit your niggas
Clean up squad, bet your team gon' get picked up
One through your ski mask, can't take no pictures
Hop out on your ass, try to run, you get lit up
Automatic triggers gon' flip your big truck
Flexed a couple racks just to pick your bitch up
Flexed up on your ass just to let you know I'm him, yeah
Chrome Heart jacket track, I ain't ever hit the gym, yeah
Fuck hoes back-to-back, Lil O never been a simp, yeah
Sent too much shots back, I can never let you win, yeah
Lil' Rell hit me, shark wanna swim, get it
Please don't make the wrong move, please dont make a fidget, mm-yeah, mm-mm-mm-mm, bop-bop-bop (cranes)

xaviersobased & osamason - too close [brent faiyaz flipp + nightcore]

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