Ghost Blue Phantom

NOT 1 OF THEM/ANITTA

Stuck In Vip

Swerve It ***

She Lovin On Me

Money And Money Again

IG Post

I Seduced Her

Solo

Bentley Rides

Red Zone

SORRY LETTER

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 UNMIXED & MASTERED

LYRICS

Fill my cup
sip this liqour
pour it up
we so drunk
We In the club

My Diamonds they flash cause floods
My Karats can fill up a cup
I only link 10s for a fuck
I only split checks for a buzz

pretty bitch on me,pretty not honest
pretty playin with fire,pretty look exotic
Million in my hand,bet this dick make her toxic
Im always getting money,i got a billion on the bonnet

Yeah
Money machine,money on me,money on my mind,money aint free,im gttin paid like its 2016

I make a pretty girl twirl,prada jeans 
gold pearls
She wanna kiss my soul,she wanna kill my bro
she wanna kill my ex,ride my tip like a bike
evil witches lose sight,it get wicked in the night
she got a pum pum pum,she got super model drip
she got them surgen lips,she got them shaman hips
I got a ocean wrist,im drivin stolen whips
Im ridin Atvs,put 48 on the rims

toxic nigga lotta options,nigga with some money cashin out deposits
Watch my bank roll grow only Gd can stop me
If you got a problem
If you got a problem
 handle it with my glocky

Sip This Liqour ***

X STAC E LYRICS

I make you nervous,i make you earn it
you dont deserve it,coz u dont suck it with the slurpy sound
mouth open like an open house
Leave my kids in her open mouth
her tounge is a comfy couch
her cheeks are feel semen pouches

Ohhhh
She say gimme that gimme that
I tell a bitch gimme back gimme back
Split a check,cash it in spend it fast
Wait a minute,kiss her soul,then kill her back
On me ,filthy girl,got scary tats,
catch my sons like an all star runnin back
Open up choo choo heres a train snack

my sex feels like xans,my words drop your pants
My smile makes u laugh,but please dont hold my hand
When we come around them slim girls with slim leather pants
Oh damn
 beat her kitty up but came out with bo scratch
No cap

X STAC E(Lyrics)

Im in love with myself,im in love with my wealth
Im in love with my belt,written we domt take Ls
Coz i Think for myself,its fendi chanel
Its Plaine cartiers,with books on the shelve
My weed got a smell,get u high like adele
She gas me up like shell

Yeahh,yeah,yeah
Fuckin it fuckin it 
Lovin it lovin it 
Touchin it
Lickin it lickin it 
Rubbin it rubbin it 
Suckin it 
Got a durex vest on coz i never bust in it
Im fuckin it
Her pussy feel 3applike a tunnel,watch me go run in it
Have fun in it

(Like u out of breath)
Afterwards i roll on the ganja,then i take her soul for a hummer
Then i kiss her friend in the backseat
bet she will never know where i slumber
Hit it from the back,then the bumper
Pregnancy skins i didnt touch her
9 months later she a mother
I take the late bus im a runner

I skee off,me and my niggas take your knees off
I take your bra off and ur wig off
Me and my bitch fuck like P stars
We have great sex in a parked car
My dick game good i give her clit scars
fuck her then fuck her - pussy fart
love her then break her - brocken heart





LOVE MYSELF(Lyrics)

X STAC E

My money controls her
My money all over
Netflix on a sofa
fuck love bend her over
Fuck love cash a rover
Phone calls mmotorola
Kiss her neck then choke her
Bite her lip then throw her

Sex on a bed,nut on her eye
Rip pussy kitty gon die
Rest in peace VAG 
Made her clit cry
Gspot shot grrr grrr
she died
Thata not my kin 
That hoe told lies
I nutted on her rib
then busted on her pie
I told her we through
She replied with ayyt
then i saw that ass leave 
Then i told her sike

Im just playin,hoe please,im just waitin on e
Exctasy,in the club,where we drink red liqour then turn up
Where we fuck your bitch tell u shut up
Where we pop on xans till the sun up
hit a opp on the lip tell him shut up
he aint say i aint did shit but still shut up

DON'T DESERVE IT(Lyrics)

6EYEZ

Worth/WEAK MAN - WEAK WOMEN



Chorus
Sweet nirvana,i roll some kush then squezze a buzzer
Sex on a bed while drippn in prada
s-e-x no fees no problem
hit the guch good,she slim as models

Ye
She slim like a bottle,she grab on my dick my balls her throttle
She dance on the tip,she toss me her bonnet
I load on her tounge better get to flossin

I never seen somebody
I never spilled a body
Yeah
I hit a city like a comet
I hit the earth like asteroids and 
trumpets

Verse 1
I make the world quake,spin no vomit
I make the bitches say no to hevana
if she say no tell my right hand smash her
world in a trance coz this my planet

Drink a hunned bottles,fuck a hoe then tell her baby im sorry
I know im a jerk but atleast im honest
When we have sex shhh shhh no talking
When i hit the spot,hush hush im on it
When the nut comes go on no stoppin
Fuck your sore knees girl fuck no pausin
after we done wipe the juice off your eyelid

liqour,sex,parties,next
Diamonds flashin
Diamonds they dance on a bed
Diamonds turn a wife to a ex
Diamonds put a groupie on meds
Karats turn a hoe on her back
Money make her kiss my sack

I pop a molly i pop a bean
yeah
She got them thighs,i call em rims
Ye
I kiss her neck,i kiss her cheeks
Yeah
I bite her lip im bitin her rib

Skee skee water,im lovin her dress
Im poppin on e,i hyonotize you
cant hypnotize me,im fuckin her hard
i cum in her cheeks,sheesh
Prada bag fleekin,she got them peaches
she kissin on demons
it look like im preachin


Chorus
Sweet nirvana,i roll some kush then squezze a buzzer
Sex on a bed while drippn on prada
s-e-x no fees no problem
hit the guch good,she slim as models

Ye
She slim like a bottle,she grab on my dick my balls her throttle
I load on her tounge better get to flossin

SWEET NIRVANA(Lyrics)

BADDIE ON ICE

PSYCHO/MAD MENTAL
ITS ABOUT YOU -ITS HIPHOP

(Rusty deep voice)

Peepin windows,she got a psycho mental
(psycho mental)
She call me papa,im her shrine -her mentor
(Im her idol)
she aint your girl she a schlager rental
(I own her)
he jumpin jungles,its a simple
sample
(nosebleed)

We smoke - green leaves -take a pass
Dont breathe
The Munchies be hittin her spleen
Muffins get her stuffed like cheese
Tough nigga get snapped like twigs
Punches put tats on your ribs
blood on the opps,real drip
All i eat chips in the crib.

(Low voice + snap your fingers)

im the type to bust on her wig
Im the type to tap on a trick
U the type to die for a whiff
Sniff sniff,wishlist 
Hit your girl hitlist
Pussy deep fist it
If it fights back kick it
Next mornin heard her clit O-d

(Harsh - holding in breath tone)
I never linked the pitch not me
I never ate her fruit,im clean
i never licked her tit i win
I never fly a trick i shift
preasure her neck 
Then squeeze
Chokehold,cant breathe
she a slimey lil hoe
never kiss a toe
Never struck a bro
Be be bed
bad bitchens dead

Peepin windows,she got a psycho mental
(psycho mental)
She call me papa,im her shrine -her mentor
(Im her idol)
she aint your girl she a schlager rental
(I own her)
he jumpin jungles,its a simple
sample
(nosebleed)

We smoke - green leaves -take a pass
Dont breathe
The Munchies be hittin her spleen
Muffins get her stuffed like cheese
Tough nigga get snapped like twigs
Punches put tats on your ribs
blood on the opps,real drip
All i eat chips in the crib.



(Faster more - confident tone)
Bitch the fuck off me,my side bitch 
seen me
Ye
Act like we talkin,act like we geekin
she almost saw u bj,act like im preachin
with my hand on your head,this a verse that im rreadin

eat u a breath mint,she gon smell what im preachin
Girl don't expose me,coz she sick with some feelings
and if u stay diamond,catch u a 
million
my bonus annoited,my kids look
Mystic

PSYCHO/MAD MENTAL(LYRICS)

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all lyrics in the songs do not promote gratuitious violence or explicit sex

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