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Tweak2gether

Lyrics: @marsaintk
Prod: @1clairr
Cover: @firedbrat

Lyrics:
I ain’t drop goddamn it’s been a minute (Monclairr)
No words to explain how i’m feeling 
Hanging round with the wrong crowd tryna fit in 

I’m pouring up lean, i’m pouring up lean 
I’ll pop anything, i’ll pop anything 
Yeah, in love w this money 
In love w this green 
She in love w me 
She in love w me 

Im in da back 
Like it’s x-men pull up all black 
Can’t let these hoes get me off track 
Niggas suck wont play yo tracks 
Ha, make more than ya nigga no bap 
Stay down they gon take you off da map 
Bih so bad and her ass so fat (so fat)
i’ll pass her to slime my slatt 

I’m pouring up lean, i’m pouring up lean 
I’ll pop anything, i’ll pop anything 
Yeah, in love w this money 
In love w this green 
She in love w me 
She in love w me 

Everyday i gotta put shit on, they like how i swag
They like how i walk, how i talk 
They wan get this bag 
They wan still my hoes cus they 10s yeah they fuckin bad 
If she shut her mouth play her part, she get brand new bag 

(She get brand new bag)
(Everyday)
(I’ll pop anything, I’ll pop anything) 

I’m pouring up lean, i’m pouring up lean 
I’ll pop anything, i’ll pop anything 
Yeah, in love w this money 
In love w this green 
She in love w me 
She in love w me 

(All black,
Off track, 
Yo tracks,
 No bap)

anything (monclairr)

lyrics

hyeah, you talk so much you should stop it
yeah, dive head first in the mosh pit (ny) yeah
i'm tryna see what do they see in me
i ain't always been comfortable with my skin
w-why i can't see yo' reflection uh
no i ain't the same since you messed me up
i'll be dumb to put trust in ya,
that's like giving you scissors to cut me up

(cuts cuts cuts)

that's like giving you scissors to cut, me
i be up at 3AM dark thoughts like water above me
do i make it hard to love me?
i don't wanna feel a thing
sometimes i hate remembering (feel)
i see yo pain, yeah you dress it well
you and i alike, it take a lot to ask for help
yeah
everybody two faced, and fake
and i know too much, seen too much
feel too much, care? not enough
c-care? not enough, care? not enough
yeah care? not enough not at all
yeah stealin' my swag you a fraud
yeah nigga stealin' my swag bar for bar
congrats you sound like everybody else
do you want a cookie?
do you want a reward?
r-rookie of the year givin' belt givin' sword
i'm-i'm finna flex til' my arms sore
find a job in yo' passion, don't feel like a chore
i-i rather take that risk i can't die with regret
laid somewhere up in the morgue
mama told me if you gon' do somethin'
don't half-ass at it, be sure (be sure)
i was like nine with my eyes on Porsches (what)
this life found me, i can tell that you force it (yea)
in love with the money i find that shit gorgeous (yea)
in love with the money i find that shit gorgeous (gorgeous)

hyeah, you talk so much you should stop it (stop it)
d-dive head first in the mosh pit (ny) yeah
i'm tryna see what do they see in me
i ain't always been comfortable with my skin
hyeah, you talk so much you should stop it (stop it)
d-dive head first in the mosh pit (ny) yeah
i'm tryna see what do they see in me
i ain't always been comfortable with my skin
w-why i can't see yo' reflection uh
no i ain't the same since you messed me up
i'll be dumb to put trust in ya,
that's like giving you scissors to cut me up
(cuts cuts cuts)
that's like giving you scissors to cut, me
i be up at 3AM dark thoughts like water above me
do i make it hard to love me?
i don't wanna feel a thing (feel)
sometimes i hate remembering
i see yo pain, yeah you dress it well
you and i alike, it take a lot to ask for help
yeah
everybody two faced, and fake
and i know too much, seen too much
feel too much, care? not enough
c-care? not enough, care? not enough
yeah not at all
yeah stealin' my swag you a fraud
yeah nigga stealin' my swag bar for bar
congrats you sound like everybody else
do you want a cookie?
do you want a reward?
r-rookie of the year givin' belt givin' sword
i'm-i'm finna flex til' my arms sore
find a job in yo' passion, don't feel like a chore
i-i rather take that risk i can't die with regret
laid somewhere up in the morgue
mama told me if you gon' do somethin'
don't half-ass at it, be sure (be sure)

(what)
(yea)
(yea)
in love with the money i find that shit gorgeous
(gorgeous)
(ny)

is it me p bina

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