Colors [Prod. YungMexicanBih]

Lyrics

Verse 1

G rain green,S train Weed,i got the liquor that kiss on your spleen
The numbers in my bank make her wanna switch teams
The number on my back written number 18

Hit u wit a 4-5,bad luck u aint seein 4-9
Me makin more money thats a sight for your sore eyes
Said she trust me so i gave her some raw pipe
I don't save hoes im villian im a bad guy

Chorus

I smoke a pound of the ganja
I turn meh to a mazza
Roll me some weed
Some zaza
Afterwarda sip on a lager

Catch me by the other steps
Stepbrother
Where u leave the buzzer at
Top shutter
that girl she a wifie dong lagg
Her
The rapgame my side bitch i dont love her
Even if she my side bitch touch her
I love u like an enemy no brothrr
She peeped on my money no wonder
twinkle little toes tip tip tip so prada

Verse 2

gucci and louis,balenciaga
Garment
Bitch im the shit but still who farted
i aint a rapper im a white magic artist
They chose you over me thats a trashy ass bargain
bring the henny out 6 hell jyst started
10 girls naked and they pussys all poppin

Verse 3

I cheat on girls,i sling on stones,i dont sleep ay home till my money grow long
then greet wong so we aint ever going wrong
You left handed,can never be right
I kiss your fav ex outta spite,then ride her bumpy boat in the night
Her clit and my penis always rumble and fight
Ovaries got bruises,i beat her pussy like white
Now she gushin slimey water,its like im sippin on sprite
Now my dick hard as gold,100 strokes get her right
Stretch the pussy real good now it aint thug tight
after i laid the pipe good i wish the girl goodnight 
after we just made love i kiss the girl goodbye

Verse 1

G rain green,S train Weed,i got the liquor that kiss on your spleen
The numbers in my bank make her wanna switch teams
The number on my back written number 18

Hit u wit a 4-5,bad luck u aint seein 4-9
Me makin more money thats a sight for your sore eyes
Said she trust me so i gave her some raw pipe
I don't save hoes im villian im a bad guy

Chorus

I smoke a pound of the ganja
I turn meh to a mazza
Roll me some weed
Some zaza
Afterwarda sip on a lager

Catch me by the other steps
Stepbrother
Where u leave the buzzer at
Top shutter
that girl she a wifie dong lagg
Her
The rapgame my side bitch i dont love her
Even if she my side bitch touch her
I love u like an enemy no brothrr
She peeped on my money no wonder
twinkle little toes tip tip tip so prada

Pound Of Ganja

BEN FRANKS (FT. PAZAHS)

BLEED.

Get Back FT: lil C d4wg (Prod 2 Lz)

anesthesia

Writing to the instrumental "Expanded", by Ogi feel the Beat.
(https://pixabay.com/music/beats-ogi-feel-the-beat-expanded-191267/)

Track number 6 out of my debut EP "Ideias Trapped in Technicalities", out 23.01.2025.

Hunting for everything I don't know.

Lyrics:
"Batendo cabeça nessa
Mesa de massa espessa
Cinza como o céu que peço
Que me traga uma peça
Pois me sinto quebrar
.
A sós acumulando sais
Sob o solo dos lençóis
Faísca ao fósforo
Nossa foda a vós é foz,
A desaguar
.
Sem voz de tanto escutar falsetes falsos
Profetas propagando profanos fatos
Pra metas prometem fábulas
Profundo vazamento de tabulas
.
Ausências cromáticas
Em telas de vidas saturadas
Competências faturadas
Divididas em maracutaias
.
Esse é o som do frankenstein testando a cobaia
Caiu no cantar da sereia e morreu na praia
Meu escritório é em qualquer lugar longe da tua laia
Switch lanes like a drunk driver
Up the price like christmas time for Mariah
.
.
Ikki the phoenix, I’m coming back with the fire
Pick pocket, Luck locking his ticket to retire
Like Mike Vick bro, you don’t got the dogs that require
To withstand the wolves I got on call like Dylan O’Bryan
.
I’m running, gap hunting, watch the maze fall down
Straight to the endzone like a Go rout
My name over whoever like a pronoun
Football move made, can not let it go now
.
Can not let it go of the introspective
Detached from the flesh, feeling self self-destructive
In his room with the pen, like playing detective
Plan the mood board, the clue is himself
.
(looking at the stars)
A Lion’s road within, feel like I’m Dev Patel
(line drawn, so if you draw)
Against O.S, like a cry for help
.
.
I’m hunting 
For everything I don't know
Allow a bird to fly and witness 
How far it can go
Gotta risk the fact that it may never come back
But dropping seeds of sunshine, love and fresh air
I can trust
Where this flower grows”

Picture taken by Jimmy Gonçalo

quebrando cabeça

I do not own the rights to this music/song. All rights belong to the owner. No copyright infringement intended.

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// 0:12

10 years later, still feel like I'm chasing you,
Thought it was fate or maybe I just hadn't knew,
We was both young, we first did it just for the fun,
But freshman year go on, we thought we give a run,

// 0:24

Things was alright, we did the long distance,
But who would thought that we come back and feeling distant,
What I sought had the whole time, had a smile,
But overthinking and you quickly caught up in denial,

// 0:36

This goes out for all 
the late night booty calls,
and kissing in your hall, 
and argue was my fault,
restless nights I bawl,
was the coldest fall,
This drug you took away got me going through withdrawal,

// 0:48

You got me wondering what's wrong with your phone,
It's probably just on silent, you don't hear the ringtone,
This ends been quiet you must not be near a service zone,
Cuz 18 hours later all these texts is just my own,

// 1:00

I try it all but deep down I know you ain't coming home,
Express more love I should've shown,
Endless path now that I roam,
This is how it feels to be alone,

// 1:12

You tell me you just want what's best for me,
But be honest don't you agree that we meant to be?
Don't take yourself away cuz that'll leave me empty see,
It's like we ain't even acting in the same tragedy,

// 1:24

We used to long to hold each other in a quiet place,
But now on the street we don't look each other in the face,
Walked past your old window and I hope I'd see you,
But the cold air wind blew and slammed the shutters true,

// 1:36

Don't flatter yourself, I had plenty a bitch,
But not the kind that I ever would hitch,
How fast you switched like a changeup pitch,
We ran to all the bases, now I'm in the dugout ditch,

// 1:48

It's bottom of the ninth and it don't look like we won,
But I gotta say it was a hell of a run,
Just promise me love when you find another teammate,
Remember what I was and remember he ain't,

// 2:00 End

530 [Remix] (Prod. ¥$) - Big Lenny

Espelho 🪞

should written this sober (comes to an end)

The debut single from Naww G's new mixtape.

Year Of The Goat (Prod. Bless Brian)

New song "530 [Remix]" now posted!

Old school x Trap x Soul Type - Hip/Hop 🎤 🎹

Rapper and beat maker mixing lyricism and flow to create music build off of my own experiences. Sharing my life and motivations with an audience I'm working to grow. Local to Reading, PA and some proximity to Philly.

OPEN TO COLLAB, DM ME

530 [Remix] (Prod. ¥$) - Big Lenny

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