i wanted this on sc. bitches kept uploading the slowed one
song says sped up in the title for reach
lyrics:

[Intro]
You can't trust nobody
I don't fuck with these niggas
Fuck 12
Look what kind of picture they try to paint on me
Drank
I know
What you tell 'em, slime?

[Chorus]
Gangster (Yeah)
Blood (Yeah), shooter (Yeah)
Killer (Yeah), robber (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), finesser (Yeah)
Jugger (Yeah), I do it (Yeah)
Sticks (Yeah), get to it (Yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck
Huh? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, drank
Mollies, Percs
Lean, pour me up

[Verse 1]
Look what the Molly make your bitch do
Look what the drank make your bitch do
Look what the weed make your bitch do, fuck it
Look what the Percs make Young Nudy do
Beat your bitch back down
I'ma give your ho the mack down
WWE Smackdown
Yeah, I'm talking raw, nigga
Beat your bitch raw, nigga, yeah
All in her jaws, nigga
All in her jaws, nigga
Knockin' down walls, nigga
Beat your bitch face up
Yeah, I run I run the cake up
Riding 'round with the cakers
Yeah, we havin' bakers
Bake me a pussy nigga
Try to play, nigga, I'ma go and roll you up like a Swisher
And I'ma smoke you, nigga
Yeah, you over with

[Chorus]
Gangster (Yeah)
Blood (Yeah), shooter (Yeah)
Killer (Yeah), robber (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), finesser (Yeah)
Jugger (Yeah), I do it (Yeah)
Sticks (Yeah), get to it (Yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck
Huh? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, drank
Mollies, Percs
Lean, pour me up
[Verse 2]
Damn, you trust that bitch
Damn, you trust that ho
Yeah, I don't really give a fuck 'bout that ho
Give her nothin' but the slow strokes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got your bitch in the room screaming, yeah
Yeah, blam, damn, well
I done rolled up another blunt, Toucan Sam
Froot Loops in a fucking coupe
Riding 'round with the whole zoo, what about you?
You through, they through
I'm shooting, you shooting
They 'bout it, we 'bout it
Catch a body, you ain't 'bout it
Been 'bout it, since a youngin'
Everybody know I want the money
If a nigga ain't talking 'bout no money
Shit, I guess I'll go fuck on your honey

[Chorus]
Gangster (Yeah)
Blood (Yeah), shooter (Yeah)
Killer (Yeah), robber (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), finesser (Yeah)
Jugger (Yeah), I do it (Yeah)
Sticks (Yeah), get to it (Yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck
Huh? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, drank
Mollies, Percs
Lean, pour me up

[Outro]
Huh, yeah
I bet one of y'all bitch will call me right now
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Ain't tryin' these bitches
See what the drug make yo' bitch do

YEAH YEAH - YOUNG NUDY (OG)

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TEDDY! is an up-and-coming figure in the indie and underground R&B scene. TEDDY! has a really distinctive, lo-fi style that blends elements of alternative R&B, hip-hop, and experimental soundscapes. The artist often incorporates raw, vulnerable lyrics, touching on themes of love, heartbreak, mental health, and personal reflection.

Their sound is a mix of smooth melodies and atmospheric beats, which gives it a dreamy, almost introspective quality. It’s the kind of music that you’d want to vibe out to late at night or when you’re in a reflective mood.

While not a household name yet, TEDDY! is definitely gaining attention in niche spaces, especially for fans of more experimental, emotional, and genre-blending music.

RUNNING OUT

Bossman Dlow - Lunch Break Freestyle (Lyrical Lemonade Exclusive)

Lemme hear sum
I want, I want you to tell me the truth for once
That's what I want
Yeah

We turned up the century 
My gun in my holster
I'm accepting my flaws
I'ma just bless you lil shawty
We just got one more time
Hop in the V if you bout it
Molly is leaving your body oh oh
Can you feel me on your body oh oh
Face drugs face drugs, then we fell in love
I'ma nightbird baby I got love pumping through my lungs

I can't tell you what I mean when I say it but I mean it
Looking at me with yo eyes what's on yo mind, I wanna see
I won't lie right now I'm tryna close the blinds so we set
And I love it when you tryna take yo time when we sex

Falling through the clouds hit the dirt
I got bruises on my knuckles and my mind had went blurred
I went black tie on em I just had to fuck her good
Fuck her outside La Push
Man I call that Twilight pussy
You ain't push up on me
I knew that nigga was a hoe you ain't have to warn me
That's Celine that's on my toe, big black the Rolls
It ain't no time to sleep
Big ol buckle on my belt baby it match my jeans
I can give you what you want
Give you what you need
But I learned that you don't really care when I bleed
I be hurting but I don't even be sharing the details
If you was worth it I would know it but baby I can't tell 
If you was worth it I would know it but baby I can't tell
If you was worth it I would know it but baby I can't tell
I won't tell

We turned up the century 
My gun in my holster
I'm accepting my flaws
I'ma just bless you lil shawty
We just got one more time
Hop in the V if you bout it
Molly is leaving your body oh oh
Can you feel me on your body oh oh
Face drugs face drugs, then we fell in love
I'ma nightbird baby I got love pumping through my lungs

RUNNING OUT

TEDDY! (tedhxrdyy)

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