prod. TYE D!E x LMG
Lyrics ~

Back in all black
Then I'm back to her back
Then it's back to the pad
Spitting on tracks
Back in all black
Then I'm back to her back
Then it's back to the pad
Spitting on tracks
Back in all black
Then I'm back to her back
Then it's back to the pad
Spitting on tracks
Back in all black
Then I'm back to her back
Then it's back to the pad
Spitting on tracks

Counting racks up in Japan
I've got tats all on my hands
I've got me a little plan
In the future I'm the man
Back to AUS my feet in sand
Feeling grand don't need a xan
Converting dollars to the Yen
Hit it when I land

Are you sure?
Yeah I am
M.I.A
Yeah I am
Living fast
Yeah I am
Across the globe
Yeah I am
Are you sure?
Yeah I am
M.I.A
Yeah I am
Living fast
Yeah I am
Across the globe
Yeah I am
Are you sure?

Counting racks up in Japan
I've got tats all on my hands
I've got me a little plan
In the future I'm the man
Back to AUS my feet in sand
Feeling grand don't need a xan
Converting dollars to the Yen
Hit it when I land

Back in all black
Then I'm back to her back
Then it's back to the pad
Spitting on tracks
Back in all black
Then I'm back to her back
Then it's back to the pad
Spitting on tracks
Back in all black
Then I'm back to her back
Then it's back to the pad
Spitting on tracks
Back in all black
Then I'm back to her back
Then it's back to the pad
Spitting on tracks

Counting racks up in Japan
I've got tats all on my hands
I've got me a little plan
In the future I'm the man
Back to AUS my feet in sand
Feeling grand don't need a xan
Converting dollars to the Yen
Hit it when I land
Are you sure?
Yeah I am
M.I.A
Yeah I am
Living fast
Yeah I am
Across the globe
Yeah I am

TYE D!E - Back in all black

VISUALISER OUT ON YOUTUBE
prod. LEGATE
vocals. TYE D!E

Lyrics ~

Shoutout the cupboard one time, recording in the cupboard you feel me?

Tryna get the money tryna stack up til a boulder
Bracelet on my wrist up and down like a roller
Bitch you make me ill, make me sick like Ebola
Tryna get a piece of me I told the pussy hold up!

Tried me with your reasoning don't matter you a joker
Living for myself, know my worth now I'm older
Violate her mouth, call her pretty then I hold her
Piercings on her face I got tattoos on my shoulder

Mixtape
Full of bass
808's
In my folder

Bloody lips
Love the taste
Taking aim
Like a soldier

Blowing up
Like a nade
Spreading swag
Like a spray (swag)
Not a hero
Fuck a cape
(Fuck a cape)
(Fuck a cape)

I love you like a mother loves her unborn son
Manifesting riches fuck it ima get a boat (fuck it)
Manifesting bitches fuck it ima have em both (yeah)
Greedy is my mind poke the fire with a stoke

Like I'm running outta time want the world still (whae)
Relaxing like a crime I can't hold still (whae)
Grippin on a mic building hope here (whae)
Brains upon the wall when the smoke clear

Like I'm running outta time want the world still (whae)
Relaxing like a crime I can't hold still (whae)
Grippin on a mic building hope here (whae)
Brains upon the wall when the smoke clear (whae)

TYE D!E - Greedy prod. LEGATE

LYRICS ¬

Idolise and finalise
The way she make it move
So surprised, meet her demise
She showed me all her doom

I'm alive and thriving right
Mostly inside that room
I'm alive and thriving right
Baby girl so genuine

Red wine suicidal times
I'm stuck back in my truth
The man inside black boots
Writing poems bout my boo

Weird tattoos
And making tunes
Taught by floof
Who's a baboon

(Incase you don't know, uh, floof is my spirit animal)

Round the twist I'm in a loop
Writing songs this the interlude
I can be friends with any dude
Harder to find (harder to find)

A connection that's between blurred lines
I'll be fine, I'll be fine
Her complexion peaks my state of mind
Said I'll be fine, I'll be fine

Keeping myself positive just to get by
Hitting up my plugs place just to get high
There's an easy way out but you don't have to die
Wake up next morning in my hair blue dye

Another mental breakdown but you can't see inside
My baby far away locked up on the other side
Aching to get my hands on those thighs
Oh the things I'd do, just to say hi

Just to say hi, just to say hi
I loved you like the stars up in the sky
Please don't cry, please don't cry
Use to say good morning now it's goodbye

(I don't miss you, but, you know, let it breathe)
(Let it breathe, let it breathe, 1,2 aye, let it breathe, let it breathe, 1,2, aye)

Yeah I'm sorry if I said something
You're so tempting shawty like a big red button
And I'm bevving and attentive
Use the drugs to give me leverage

Ima hit you with these lyrics that are so hypnotic
When I play with the pussy call me Joe Exotic
Catch a little whiff, while I roll up this spliff
Not a dad bod bitch ima skinny piece of.. shit

IDOLISE prod. TYE D!E

LYRICS ¬

Tell my brother how I'm feelin
Tipsy off prosecco (WHAT)
Chain gang we stay tied
Catch a wave, locked like leg rope

Tripping less I'm paid
Drink a potion make my way (yeah)
Tryna match my vibe
But you can not match my high (yuh)

See me when I'm low (LOW)
See me while I grow (GROW)
See me how I roll (ROLL)
See me how I bop (BOP)

See me when I'm low (LOW)
See me while I grow (GROW)
See me how I roll (ROLL)
See me how I bop (BOP, BOP)


I gotta go, I gotta spin (yeah)
Lit by my lone, fuck making friends (fuck it)
Manifest money, I want a M
Big body whip, sparkly rims (skrrrt)

Big body bitch, munch til the end
Lilo & Stitch, out hold her hand
Trusting the grind, seeking revenge
Stabbed in the back, back up again

Soak up the blood, gritting my teeth (jeez)
Running this road like meep (meep)
Way above average I love me
Bubbly beverage so comfy (wha)

Say that I'm scary like hardly
Say my shit tough that is heartening
Comment I'm whack won't say to my face
Girl gonna eat it she didn't say grace (oh yea, yea, yeah)

Uh
Eugh
Uh

Calling your bluff like ha, hee
Pull up and slide like hockey
Switching the genre keep up (HAH)
Gotta keep balance libra (HAH)

808 blowing out speaker
Need more green that's reefer
I love and I lust I need her (need her)
Trippin off gas real geeker (geeker)

Pedal to metal
Speed up (YAH)
Get on my schedule
Covered in swag

Bieber Bugatti my pants keep on sagging
I'm too deep in swagging (shit)
Sweater with rips, converse kicks
Still so pressed my tip in yo bitch (bih)


Tell my brother how I'm feelin
Tipsy off prosecco
Chain gang we stay tied
Catch a wave, locked like leg rope

Tripping less I'm paid
Drink a potion make my way
Tryna match my vibe
But you can not match my high

See me when I'm low (low)
See me while I grow (grow)
See me how I roll (roll)
See me how I bop (bop)

See me when I'm low (low
See me while I grow
See me how I roll
See me how I bop

(Bop bop, bop)

Lilo & Stitch / Prosecco prod. Legate

LYRICS ~

"Ayo link 54"

I throw a fit
Fuck up a mix
Suck on my dick
Yuh

Reload the clip
Fit cost a fid
Biting my lip
Yuh

Crashing my whip
I jumped the fence
I'm staying lit
Yuh

Fuck all the pigs
You don't get shit
Living like this
Yuh


White girl wasted
Taylor swift
Tryna get high
Tailored spliff

Stay with the gutter like
Master splint
I been all blue
I ain't a crip

I ain't a human
Bitch I be moving
Nothing gone
Make me stop (UH)

Fugga la toogin
Boy I be boolin
Need me a
Noggin top (UH)

Creep through the street
Red and blue lights
You ain't gone
Catch me cops

Smoking my erb
Drinking my drank
Life feel better
On top (whoo)

Bae I be tired
Hustling grinding
Like you better
On top (UH)

We shot a movie
Scary like spooky
Don't fuck widdit
Kick rocks

Need me a sloppy bop
Need me a brick or sumn (what?)
Need me a lick or sumn
5,5 bitch thick hips or sumn

Need to go trick or sumn
225 or a blick or sumn
Need me new drip or sumn
Pop out slide new kicks or sumn

♪

I throw a fit
Fuck up a mix
Suck on my dick
Yuh

Reload the clip
Fit cost a fid
Biting my lip
Yuh

Crashing my whip
I jumped the fence
I'm staying lit
Yuh

Fuck all the pigs
You don't get shit
Living like this
Yuh

Fugga La Toogin prod. Link54

LYRICS =

Ima tell ya, baby ima tell ya (ya)
I'm in hell ya, but ima good fella (la)
Ima tell ya, hit me on my cellular (on my cell)
Ima tell ya, baby ima

Ima tell ya, baby ima tell ya (Ima tell ya)
I'm in hell ya, but ima good fella (Ima fella)
Ima tell ya, hit me on my cellular (on my cell)
Ima tell ya, baby ima

Finger tips on your lips
Look at yourself pretty bitch
I needa kiss you once again
She my best friend until the end (until the end)

I'm so far away, but it's not the end (yuh)
She's so insecure but she pure
We're the shit like horse manure
Caked up pixie with the moola (ass fat)

Ima take her to my home town
And give her a tour
Not as busy as her place
And a little bit cooler

Chillin by the river
It's not cold I make her shiver (I make her shiver)
This boy here is at your service
Know he's going to deliver

Let me take you out to dinner
She's an angel yet a sinner
Keep a switchblade in her bag
Weed up in a blunt

Can I take a drag?
Meet you out the front
Going out to dinner
But your pussy was my lunch (Wha)

Sometimes I act up bad
Sometimes I make her blush
Regardless we got swag
Together going UP (chyuh)

Ima tell ya, baby ima tell ya (ya)
I'm in hell ya, but ima good fella (la)
Ima tell ya, hit me on my cellular (on my cell)
Ima tell ya, baby ima

Ima tell ya, baby ima tell ya (Ima tell ya)
I'm in hell ya, but ima good fella (Ima fella)
Ima tell ya, hit me on my cellular (on my cell)
Ima tell ya, baby ima

My lil bitch is a sinner
For her I'm gonna open up
Heart as cold as the winter
25 this years been rough yeah

Let the feelings just simmer
From time to time it's in my gut
Now your boy is a winner
25 this paths a must yeah

My lil bitch is a sinner
For her I'm gonna open up
Heart as cold as the winter
25 this years been rough yeah

Let the feelings just simmer
From time to time it's in my gut
Now your boy is a winner
25 this paths a must yeah (chyeah)

Ima Tell Ya prod. Legate

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