Eh here's the lyrics idc

Verse 1
Flexin' all my dough I'm pulling bitches on the block
Pullin' up dat ice and fuckin' bitches in the dark
Now they wanna pay me to go wash my fuckin' car
They gone tell me they don't wanna go back to the bar

Countin' stacks, stackin' racks, I'm the boss, yea
Motherfuckers saw me cash out like a boss, yea
Grindin' daily, chase the paper, makin' power grinds
I know how the fuck it feels like to be broke sometimes

CHORUS
I got money in the bank all at the back end
I got jewelry round my neck it cost a thousand
Suck a nigga dick 'cause you ain't got the right to flex
Suck a nigga dick and tell me who fuck is next

I got money in the bank all at the back end
I got jewelry round my neck it cost a thousand
Suck a nigga dick 'cause you ain't got the right to flex
Suck a nigga dick and tell me who fuck is next

Verse 2
Bitches like you dream to be me flyin' private jets
Bet you work a 9 to 5 and never see your bed
Don't be pullin' up a shotty you can't touch me yet
I know niggas want me dead so much they seeing red

Droppin' dollars, in the flowers, I'm the boss, yea
Make it rain up in the gig 'cause I'm the boss, yea
From the rags up to the stacks and I be ballin' here
Now I'm lookin' at these broke ass niggas everywhere

CHORUS
I got money in the bank all at the back end
I got jewelry round my neck it cost a thousand
Suck a nigga dick 'cause you ain't got the right to flex
Suck a nigga dick and tell me who fuck is next

I got money in the bank all at the back end
I got jewelry round my neck it cost a thousand
Suck a nigga dick 'cause you ain't got the right to flex
Suck a nigga dick and tell me who fuck is next

ENDING
I got money in the bank all at the back end
I got jewelry round my neck it cost a thousand
Suck a nigga dick 'cause you ain't got the right to flex
Suck a nigga dick and tell me who fuck is next

I got money in the bank all at the back end
I got jewelry round my neck it cost a thousand
Suck a nigga dick 'cause you ain't got the right to flex
Suck a nigga dick and tell me who fuck is next

Away It's Overcast 2023

Flexin'

It looks so cool to sit on the block, smoke with people just like you and wear "whatever you want" until you realise you're just a vagrant version of a soldier; you wear a uniform, you carry a gun and worry about a fight everyday.

Lyrics:

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INTRO
Yea
Livin' life as if war is a passion

Verse 1
You ain't never meet up wid a guy that you now hate
Fellas like you wanna take a nigga life away
Anyone will look at you and they gone wanna say
That you're gangster
And they tell you they gone stay away

Seen them motherfuckers shooting niggas in the day
Flood the ground with bullet shells and tears of grief and pain
War will start another war and you gone feel the pain
If you go to war prepare to die without a gain

CHOURS
You ain't never wanna be a gangster (x3)
Livin' life as if war is a passion

You ain't never wanna be a gangster (x3)
Livin' life as if war is a passion

Verse 2
You can't make a living on a dead body a day
You ain't never seen a nigga shootin' with a rage
Pull up with a .44 nobody wanna say
That police never tell you what they doin' everyday

You can never end a war; another's under way
Nobody ain't never gonna stop til they get paid
This is why the world is slowly crippling in pain
Soon nobody's ever gonna walk outside again

CHOURS
You ain't never wanna be a gangster (x3)
Livin' life as if war is a passion

You ain't never wanna be a gangster (x3)
Livin' life as if war is a passion

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FUN FACT: The delay in the intro was done by voice, not by plugin

Gangsters

Kids wanna be gangsters? Fine. Take this as a starter blow.
I have changed my website: https://www.1truth.me

Lyrics? Comin' at you:

Verse 1
I ain't gone worship no paper, fuckin' breaking down a beggar
Look at them jumpin' an innocent kid with a gun and they say they a nigga
Prime time they gone red; crime time they on bread
Showin' them my middle finger, suckin' a dick cause they wanna be gangster

I ain't got time to go babysit niggas fucked up in the brain
Sippin' a lean and they walkin' the road in the mid of the day
Catchin' them lackin' 'cause I know the routine so they better pray
They know they ain't goin' Heaven anyway
'fore I pull the trigger what they gone say?

CHORUS
I know the money gone slap yo ass
Other niggas gonna clap yo ass
'fore you act like you a real nigga better pull up them pants underneath your ass

Now you better wish you passed your class
Livin' like me's like a shard of glass
If you think you gone beat real niggas get ready to lose half your ass

I know the money gone slap yo ass
Other niggas gonna clap yo ass
'fore you act like you a real nigga better pull up them pants underneath your ass

Now you better wish you passed your class
Livin' like me's like a shard of glass
If you think you gone beat real niggas get ready to lose half your ass

Verse 2
I ain't gone worship no paper
Government ain't gonna pay for
All of them body bags after a war in their country; they wish they were safer

When they lay heat up the asses of niggas they runnin' round looking for waver
Look at them beat up the packets of faggets they smokin' as if life is over

Last time they got paid, last time they got laid
Past times they got ships sailed, that's past now they're shit-staled
Now gangsters be single-handedly clapped asses by girls
These bitches be beta males and they drag lies about pearls (money)

CHORUS
I know the money gone slap yo ass
Other niggas gonna clap yo ass
'fore you act like you a real nigga better pull up them pants underneath your ass

Now you better wish you passed your class
Livin' like me's like a shard of glass
If you think you gone beat real niggas get ready to lose half your ass

ENDING
I know the money gone slap yo ass
Other niggas gonna clap yo ass
'fore you act like you a real nigga better pull up them pants underneath your ass

Now you better wish you passed your class
Livin' like me's like a shard of glass
If you think you gone beat real niggas get ready to lose half your ass

14-Year-Olds

Sex?

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Lyrics:
Verse 1
Shortie with a shotty, shotty shootin' blanks
When I put it back in her, man, she gon' hit the planks
She gon' ask me if I want it, I'ma say no thanks
I ain't go spend a dime on bitches hittin' up the banks

Shortie want the money, shortie want a man
Shortie want a nigga with million dollar plans
I got all that shit but it ain't here to please a girl
There are other women for me all over the world

I don't want no bitches for no friends
They get all the riches from a nigga in a van
I don't gotta pick no rose
I ain't gonna be no pity that no shortie chose

I ain't from a street outta the world
Nobody ain't gonna tell me how to live my life
I don't want no shortie big and bold
I can choose whoever that I like

CHORUS
Ain't got time for thots that want a sugardaddy
I got goosebumps when I see 'em beg a homie, oh
Nobody can tell me how to spend my money

They never gon' make it any,
They never gon' make it with anybody, no

Verse 2
Shortie playin' victim, shortie playin' cute
Shortie hidin' the side of emotional abuse
I know that everybody knows how the hide the truth
But shortie got a shotty; she gon' put it to good use

Money is an asset, everybody crave
I know people want it even if they hit the grave
That be why them shorties wanna sell their body good
'Cause they know when they go back home they ain't getting no food

I won't pay no sugardaddy bills
I don't want no bitches suckin' niggas in my shoes
I don't give a shit about no pills
You can take 'em and go back to physical abuse

You can sell your body for a meal
You can do what you wanna do; that ain't on my time
If it's for a day I'll make a deal
But ain't no way you steppin' in my life

CHORUS
Ain't got time for thots that want a sugardaddy
I got goosebumps when I see 'em beg a homie, oh
Nobody can tell me how to spend my money

They never gon' make it any,
They never gon' make it with anybody, no

ENDING
Ain't got time for thots that want a sugardaddy
I got goosebumps when I see 'em beg a homie, oh
Nobody can tell me how to spend my money

They never gon' make it any,
They never gon' make it with anybody, no
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Shortie

To my normie listeners: The song is a Parody. A parody is defined as an imitation of the style of a particular writer, artist, or genre with deliberate exaggeration for comic effect.

Now that that's out of the way,
Lyrics:
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CHORUS
Bangs are pretty on a gyal
Bags are pretty on a minor
Pants are pretty on a gyal
Nobody pretty in Street Fighter

Bangs are pretty on a gyal
Pans are pretty in China
Pants are pretty on a gyal
Ever gyal running quick from a spider

Verse
I caught a pussy and I pet it
It was black and white
I hit the gym and I was sweaty
My and my pp in a fight
Di gyal was 8 and I was 20
I hit that in broad daylight
The gyal say she want a P90
With an ACOG sight

I told her that's for a sniper
She told me that's what she want
The gyal tell me get a diaper
But S&S closed I can't
I told her I was not a gangster
She got mad and started a rant
Then I told her look Pink Panther
Snuck out like a parasite

ENDING
Bangs are pretty on a gyal
Bags are pretty on a minor
Pants are pretty on a gyal
Nope, no, nobody pretty in Street Fighter

Bangs are pretty on a gyal
Pans are pretty in China
Pants are pretty on a gyal
Ever gyal running quick from a spider
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Fun fact: Well this isn't actually a fun fact, but this song has a future-predicting message somewhere. Can you find it?

Draw

Sus Anthem

Yooo I'm back babyyyy!! Here's another one. I was very sick and bad luck is still attacking me but my career path will stand strong. Let's go, bois.

Lyrics:
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Chorus
Yeah (x2)
I'm only in this shit to get paid
Yeah (x4)
I'm only in this shit to get paid

I'm only in this shit to get paid
Yeah (x4)

You will see me doin' business in the blocks
Yeah (x3)

Verse
I ain't never send stacks to no Discord kitten
I ain't never take steps 'til I get my cheques written
I got all yo' women locked on my dick, neck bitten
And I get my dick sucked like it's meant to be forbidden

And they wanna have sex like women in prison
And they gave me that rich like I came from Britain
So when they disobey me that's when I ditch 'em
I ain't nobody's simp and that's what I team 'em

Chorus
Yeah (x2)
I'm only in this shit to get paid
Yeah (x4)
I'm only in this shit to get paid

I'm only in this shit to get paid
Yeah (x4)

You will see me doin' business in the blocks
Yeah (x3)

Ending
I'm only in this shit to get paid
Yeah (x4)
I'm only in this shit to get paid

I'm only in this shit to get paid
Yeah (x4)

You will see me doin' business in the blocks
Yeah (x3)
 
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Fun fact: I was still sick when I recorded this song. I hit the mic the minute my voice started working again.... with a ton of coughing lol

In Business

How explosive. I came back on the diss track train
I am not sorry. Everything I mention in there is only to piss you off lol

Lyrics:
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INTRO
Yea
I'm about to make another one
TMH on the mic
Let's go

CHORUS
You saw that girl last week but I fucked her in her breats
I be lackin' all day but you see me as a threat
I got blings from the kings. You got shit from S&S
I learn things from the streets. You learned from the internet (x2)

Verse
Writing all them lyrics just to piss you off
Get up out my life before I fuck you up
You be like Desiigner, fuckin' jackin' off
While I'm blastin' dough on the go drinkin' 7up

"Rollin' in the dough, man, I'ma show you how I fuck it up
Pull out both my AKs, I'ma show you how I load it up
Show me where your crib is I'ma show you how I light it up
Pull up for a war and motherfuckers won't be showin' up"

Real gangsters out be cursing cuz they don't know what to say
Real gangsters don't know how da make a dollar everyday
Real gangsters when they see the 10 they run and hide away
and now they wanna play the victim tryna' spit it everyday

Real niggas know the struggle as they hustle on the block
Real niggas always carry 2 magazines and a Glock
Real niggas never clap another nigger
knowing when they pull the trigger
they be only gettin' 40 rags a knock

CHORUS
You saw that girl last week but I fucked her in her breasts
I be lackin' all day but you see me as a threat
I got blings from the kings. You got shit from S&S
I learn things from the streets. You learned from the internet (x2)

ENDING
I be lackin' all day but you see me as a threat
I learn things from the streets. You learned from the internet
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Pathetic

I dropped some bars I guess
I was not really focused on it being "good" like I usually do, I just wanted to vent. Might make an album for it pretty soon.

Lyrics
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CHORUS
Everyone's the same up on the set
Pull a nigga chain out of his neck
Run away until they wann' forget
Flex about the jewelry on the deck
Got a rollie not a single rag

Verse
Nigga got no shame, he got a little kid in jail
Yet he fuckin' bitches, did his time, he lookin' pale
2023 them niggas still awake
wish they could've shot each other dead for goodness sake

Blame it on the gay, them niggas, throw it on the dust
Two men fucking, and they blame the hate on us
Everyone's taking bullshit from the United States
Even ChatGPT be teachin' how to be gay

I'ma go to work and make my monthly dose a game
Fuck them gay ass niggas they got no fucking shame
Every bitch a trap, they shit on people, get their fame
Acting as if the kids, juvenile delinquents, all the
same

CHORUS
Everyone's the same up on the set
Pull a nigga chain out of his neck
Run away until they wann' forget
Flex about the jewelry on the deck
Got a rollie not a single rag

ENDING
Everyone's the same up on the set
Pull a nigga chain out of his neck
Run away until they wann' forget
Flex about the jewelry on the deck

Got a rollie not a single rag
Put all of yo money in the bag
He ain't do nuttin' he's just a fag
Spray one a yo songs up on a tag

I don't give a shit about your right
You took a kid away and shut the light
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Vent

A Disstrack about Minecraft murder mystery teamers.

Sus Anthem

TMH ♪

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