Speaker spanker EP

Comet Intermission[shynemoonlight+pax+kagyuwtf]

Vivid[blonde+toom]

Got it[blonde+exchains]

Crazy[lexani+shynemoonlight]

How ya doin?[cavitnak+exchains]

gogo gadget[exchains]

Lyrics:

(Moonlight on that bitch)
Ok
Woah, woah, woah, woah, ok
Woah, woah, woah, woah, ok
Ok, ok, ok

I gotta go get it man
Stack up to the ceiling man
I want me a million
I want me a billion
Fuck it give me a trillion
Want a house on the hilly man
Model bitch she’s so pretty man
I can not go out silly man
I talk to them racks
I talk to them stacks
I talk to them packs
They talk to me back
I had me a conversation
They say “make me a stack”
 I had me a conversation, I'ma call you right back

Okay, what's the deal
Stack money for real
My swag is on chill
She got sex appeal
She pull up say hey
She wanna be bae
Tell her to her face
 I just came to play
I play with the pape’
They cut me the cake
The cake, yea I bake
New racks today
So fuck all that bullshit
I got this bad ass bitch jumping all on my dick like mosh pit
I know I gotta go up and get cake, bitch, yea yea

I gotta go get it man
Stack up to the ceiling man
I want me a million
I want me a billion
Fuck it give me a trillion
Want a house on the hilly man
Model bitch she’s so pretty man
I can not go out silly man
I talk to them racks
I talk to them stacks
I talk to them packs
They talk to me back
I had me a conversation
They say “make me a stack”
 I had me a conversation, I'ma call you right back

I wanna step out the house, yea, super swaggy
I wanna badass bitch with, yea, no baggage
I wanna get so fly, I can't even land bitch
I wanna get so up, I can't even land bitch
Pull up with my swag, They wanna jack that how bout that
Yea that bitch she bad but, she aggy man, Drop that bag
I'm so, I'm so fly, I got the jet lag, how bout that
I see between lies, wanda vision man, how bout that

I gotta go get it man
Stack up to the ceiling man
I want me a million
I want me a billion
Fuck it give me a trillion
Want a house on the hilly man
Model bitch she’s so pretty man
I can not go out silly man
I talk to them racks
I talk to them stacks
I talk to them packs
They talk to me back
I had me a conversation
They say “make me a stack”
 I had me a conversation, I'ma call you right back

Had a conversation[shynemoonlight]

Lyrics:

What you thinkin' bout
Lately I been thinkin' about gettin' it out
Talking bout' makin' it out
Bit' want a piece of me
I got flavor now i'm drippin' her out
I'm on space shit, I'm flyin' out
She wanna meet in the middle, a tie
I want her chest up, no tie
Ain't doin' this shit to impress nobody
You like it, I buy it, no more of the cryin'
Me and bro stayed down, bro gon' shine
I'm thinkin' way too deep in my mind
Chiropractor, I broke her spine
I rock undercover, I'm not a spy

Undercover on my body Bitches comin', bitches plottin'
I know I'm gon' be somebody, I'm makin' money off a hobby
She so hottie, she so hottie I want her on my tongue like Molly
Money movin' like a thottie Ain't nothin' wrong with busy bodies
Ain't no need for walkie-talkie Go to the source and tell them copy
Paper run the road like mileage
I grabbed a rubber band it popped it
Right now livin' modest,But every day I think exotic
Still tryna move forward Knowin' damn well my head clouded

But, I'm still startin' to think I'm the man now
I got racks up, yeah I got plans now
Got 200 up on the dash now
Yeah I'm so sure, yeah, I'm so sure

I'm serious, yeah, I'm so sure
I spent a few k just on fashion but, I am not flexin' this shit just for sport
Just cause’ you got feelings for some of these women don't mean you gotta open that door
And some of these people got cut off because this shit started to feel like a chore
Benjamin stay by my side I keep brodie around just for moral support
And most of this shit I desire I want in abundance, yeah, give me galore
I'm workin' so hard that I don't even know should I stop or just keep givin' more
She suck me so good with her glasses, I swear that I feel so in love with a dork

What you thinkin' bout
Lately I been thinkin' about gettin' it out
Talking bout' makin' it out
Bit' want a piece of me
I got flavor now I'm drippin' her out
I'm on space shit, I'm flyin' out
She wanna meet in the middle, a tie
I want her chest up, no tie
Ain't doin' this shit to impress nobody
You like it, I buy it, no more of the cryin'
Me and bro stayed down, bro gon' shine
I'm thinkin' way too deep in my mind
Chiropractor, I broke her spine
I rock undercover, I'm not a spy

Thinking ft Omar[shynemoonlight+saintracks+blsq]

Lyrics:

Bout to go chill with your main hoe
Half of these people be played out
I don't even care about a lane hoe
I don't even know what you talkin' bout
Money is all in my brain tho’
Niggas they think they can take my spot
And this shit such a shame tho’
Walk in that bitch on all ten
I do not do the tiptoe
Me and my team, we all in
We do not care how you feel hoe
Please put that lil bitty hand back
I do not got shit to give, bro
Niggas be stuck on the same wave
I did that shit bout’ years ago
200 yea, 200 dash
200 yea, 200 bag
Scratchin’ and itchin' like money's a rash
Look all around, man, these women are bad
Did my due diligence, hit from the back
She asking questions like this bitch was Vlad
Stay with the lettuce, I'm eatin' the bag
Stay with the veggies, I'm eatin' the bag
I blow her a kiss and I smack her on the ass
Burger king money, We stackin' up 
Cash, cash, cash, cash,cash
This hoe annoying , I tell her to
Back, back, back, back, back
Paid a lil money for designer
Rags, rags, rags, rags, rags

This nigga think he something
But, wanna talk how I talk tho, yeah
Beat the bit’ booty like bongo
Talkin’ bout money we’ll make the shit a convo,yeah
I get a check on my own
I’ll rather get that bag on my own, yeah
Her ass clapped like Bravo
Bad bitch, she wanna go where I go, yeah

Tell her throw it back
Tell em’ back back
Tell em’ back back
Tell em’ back back
I got racks on rack racks
I got some rack racks
I got racks on rack racks
I got racks on rack racks
How bout’ dat
How bout’ dat
How bout’ dat(woo)
How bout’ dat
How bout’ dat(ooo woo)
How bout’ dat
How bout’ dat(ooo woo)
How bout’ dat

They so in a box, I might as well
just call them jack(jack)
Talk behind they back, just know that shit gon' come back(back)
I been worried about myself, no I ain't worried about that(that)
And I made it out that shit,I kept my soul intact(tact’)
And they think they got me beat but, you don't know about swag(swag)
My pocket look like some bacon
Man, these hoes so fat(fat)
I need all the shit I'm workin' for
I need the shit stat(stat)
Heard these niggas talkin’ down
I had to put this shit on wax

Super, super(wax)
Super stellar(yea on wax)
Super, super(wax)
Super stellar(yea on wax)
Super, super(wax)
Super stellar(yea on wax)
Super, super(wax)
Super stellar(yea on wax)

Superstellar[shynemoonlight+ivi]

Lyrics:

(Yeah)
Just for
Just for
Her I’ll do bout’, yea, anything
Just for (yeah)
Just for
Just for 
Her I’ll do bout’, yea, anything
Riding around with no chauffeur(yeah)
Under the night sky thinking bout’ her
I hope you’re not lying bout’ your words,baby if you do you know that hurts(yeah)
Moving militant about her(yeah)
Baby about you protect and serve, I serve
I know all these people want a piece but, they don’t deserve you.(yeah)
They don’t deserve to be in your presence, show em’ your worth boo.


Under the sunlight
Give me a hand to hold
A place to heal
Under the night sky
Give me your lips to kiss
A chance to feel
I know that I might be showing you less but,baby I swear that it’s real.
Love in our eye sights we don’t need no glasses or nothing to have it revealed.
I know they say “hi” but,baby I’m with you I swear I don’t see their appeal.
You’re tryna figure out what I’m gonna do with my love baby girl and I swear that it’s sealed.
I’m gonna pay up, this love is a bill.
Hoping you’re guarding my heart with a shield.
You got me fucking up my language, fucking statements 
I get around you I start feeling like(yeah)
I swear when I get back around you you give me that look i start feeling like (yeah)
I swear that you got me
You got me
You got me
You got me
You got me

(Yeah)
Just for
Just for
Her I’ll do bout’, yea, anything
Just for (yeah)
Just for
Just for 
Her I’ll do bout’, yea, anything
Riding around with no chauffeur(yeah)
Under the night sky thinking bout’ her
I hope you’re not lying bout’ your words,baby if you do you know that hurts(yeah)
Moving militant about her(yeah)
Baby about you protect and serve, I serve
I know all these people want a piece but, they don’t deserve you.(yeah)
They don’t deserve to be in your presence, show em’ your worth boo.

(Yeah, ooo)
Anything, I’ll do anything, yea(ooo)
Anything, I’ll do anything, yea(ooo)
Anything, I’ll do anything, yea(ooo)

Anything[shynemoonlight+1ssant]

lyrics 

(Blonde)
Play with these racks
Play with them racks
Stack it up yeah
Play with them racks 
Stack it up yeah

Ima expose the imposters
Im bout’ to go up and blow a spot like a hot car
Seems like it’s too many women I got me a roster
Im bout’ to pick these racks they say stellar a hustler
And so player
This bad ass bitch, she’s a planet, told me to invade her
I go get them racks yea them papers
And ima go get it for all of my people and all of the haters
I see that you’re watching, my nigga your favorite bitch tryna get flavor
I sent the Uber out I like my pussy catered
Deliver it straight to the door I undress it and I go slay her
She’s never gonna get the red dot, I pull up the hotel baby
But, let me get back to the plot
I’m getting them racks up lately 
These niggas funny they joke a lot 
These niggas bummy they broke a lot
I get them hoes I fuck a lot
I get them hoes I fuck a lot
Show me some bands, I might pop out
I got some plans, I’m not gone stop
She onlyfans when I come out
I whip that dick out, she mop the top
Pop rubber bands I brought em to play
I got some racks put them in a safe
I got some racks put them in your face
I got some racks put them on her waist
These niggas they joke a lot
They silly, they bummy, they broke a lot 
Contact these bitches, they gone come out
These niggas they funny they joke a lot
(This is a dj scoob exclusive)
(Blonde)

#alot[blonde] {hosted by djscoob}

Pass out[dazed+velveteen]

Intentions[blonde+nskyi]

https://youtu.be/LumYzeJvjm0?si=d86nv825YVyhNg4R

Lyrics:

Yeah
Niggas ain't even..
Niggas ain't really..(blonde)
Niggas don't really flow like him
(Chains really?)
Yeah

Tell her get up with me
I want a life of luxury
Bags on bag,I'm fucking em'
I got the racks,I'm fucking em'
Give me the recipe
I got the bag the recipe
I give you the recipe
I give you the swag for free
Huh? You want it?
Heard you want it(I heard)
You want it?
I heard that you want it
Give you the swag for free
Give you the recipe
Heard that you want it
I heard that you want it

Yea, I heard
The pussy superb
I hit like a verb
You broke, I heard that's the worst
This coat, got mink yea the fur
Hmph, burr
She get on my nerves, this hoe a gift and a curse
I see it, I want it, I got it
This hoe, she's nodding her noggin
This cash, I pile it I pile it
I'm fly oh yea like a pilot
Just respect, you don't have to like it
In her dreams, ima Michael My- it
She a fiend for stellar I like it
For the green I lace up my hiking boots
I don't give a fuck bout' you, you thinking what I would do
Get fly, go up, I'm who?
I'm me, I'm it, I'm ooo
I'm - ,I'm flu
Hmm, I'm fly,I'm flew
I got them racks, they blue
I stack em' up high like phew

Tell her get up with me
I want a life of luxury
Bags on bag,I'm fucking em'
I got the racks,I'm fucking em'
Give me the recipe
I got the bag the recipe
I give you the recipe
I give you the swag for free
Huh? You want it?
Heard you want it(I heard)
You want it?
I heard that you want it
Give you the swag for free
Give you the recipe
Heard that you want it
I heard that you want it

You're worried bout' that bitch but, lil nigga I had it
I sport your bitch on my wrist just like a patek
Got my hands on the cake but, I'm not talking patty
She was good with her mouth, she a speaker, she's chatty
Fuck up the racks put that bitch in a chokehold
Loco for guapo, stacking my nachos
Bagging these bitches put dick their tonsils
Wake up, get money, repeat that's the motto

Yeah yeah(blonde)
Eww
Ok ok
Ok ok(chains really?)

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