Don’t Kill My Vibe

BAD BITCH ALERRR

LYRICS:

This a new for the heartbreaker
Going forward, like start somewhere
For the cause, might starve with her
And for the broads, I got harsh liquor

Ring a- ring a- round the phony
Fill yo pockets up with posey's
Fuckers acting like they know me
I’m in your contacts, show me

Getting Messi, needa goalie
Only walking checkers solely
Getting Messi, needa goalie
Sheets Messi, needa goalie

Bad bitch alert, HUH!
Bring the women, bring the wines
Mother fuckers 'bouta show out
Casino chirping, like they spy

Casino chirping, ring the chips
Hotel, motel shit-
She a cash cow, with da fur fits
We fucking around all da strips

Bad bitch alert, HUH!
Bring the women, bring the wines
Mother fuckers 'bouta show out!
Casino chirping, like they spy

I might just wait for that pop-
Triple sevens, call that heaven
She a slut for them slots-
Valee my whip, need a spot

I NEED WHAT THE TREE’S DO
You gambled that female and folded
You really did that, I’m insulted!
You really think that, I’m insulted?

Matter fact, you needing shoulders
Ya head looking heavy, like hold this
Western bitches, where the holster?
Your best-friend? Just stole her.

I’m like-
What up bitches, what up Greco?
Ain’t come to the ‘sino to let go
The thrills in the ‘sino, my get go
Italiano need Prosecco

My fits closed, we exclusive
No females, they got cooties
Casino might sue me, don’t sue me
And if they do sue, it’s just money

Running out with 80 hundred winnings, 
I’ve been drinking some whiskey, I wanna spend it
I know that they thinking, I won’t defend it

I’ve calculated all my ‘sino earnings, and- 
I’ve put into pockets, it ain’t concerning-

Mother fucker, this an exhibition
This new woman, just a new addition-
Makeup like fools gold, redefinition...

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Ring a- ring a- round the phony
Fill yo pockets up with posey's
Fuckers acting like they know me
I’m in your contacts, show me

Getting Messi, needa goalie
Only walking checkers solely
Getting Messi, needa goalie
Sheets Messi, needa goalie

Bad bitch alert, HUH!
Bring the women, bring the wines
Mother fuckers 'bouta show out
Casino chirping, like they spy

Casino chirping, ring the chips
Hotel, motel shit-
She a cash cow, with da fur fits
We fucking around all da strips

Bad bitch alert, HUH!
Bring the women, bring the wines
Mother fuckers 'bouta show out!
Casino chirping, like they spy

I might just wait for that pop-
Triple sevens, call that heaven
She a slut for them slots-
Valee my whip, need a spot

CASINO

🅂🄿🄾🅃🄸🄵🅈

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐎

VOODOOOOOO

Produced by Nodslie & Greco
Written By Greco & SIIYA

LYRICS:

How ya been?
How ya been?
I’m alright
That's alright

I know you just missed your flight but
I see voodoo in your eyes

In my sin-
I might sin
I just slid in
For the night

I know you just missed your flight 
So I’ma stay here for that

-

Chanel con Voodoo 
How my wrist catch evil spirits?
When that bitch Givenchy fitted-
See that Devil wearing Prada
Make them-

Broads gone cuckoo
I’m both Dolce and Gabbana
Know she really found a victim
Feeling potent, met my limits-
For the year

-

Uh, know voodoo hurt
Bad Juju in the dirt
Greco hardly need to flirt

Name drop on my shirt-
She started lowerin' her skirt-
Like she just broke the curse, these-
Voodoo women could be worse

We in a spare bedroom, with the nightlight
Because we had to break away from limelights
But in hindsight, I hold the Mai Thais
Cause I’m trailing off, I needa FindMy

Internet, oxygen, wifi-
I'm mistaking these bitches for my type
And even if I have a hard time-
I’ma go find mine

How ya been?
How ya been?
I’m alright
That's alright

I know you just missed your flight but
I see voodoo in your eyes

In my sin-
I might sin
I just slid in
For the night

I know you just missed your flight 
So I’ma stay here for that

-

Chanel con Voodoo 
How my wrist catch evil spirits?
When that bitch- Givenchy fitted-
See that Devil wearing Prada
Make them-

Broads gone cuckoo
I’m both Dolce and Gabbana
Know she really found a victim
Feeling potent, met my limits-
For the year

-

We living highlights
She live by co-sign
Catch me in showtime
War on the front line
I miss the front line
Troopers in love like-
Army this amarda
She cutting all lines

She give me a hard time
Voodoo this Juju, might takeover
Mob ties
I gotta co sign
Hold me like co-lead
Sick off that codeine
I’ve had enough of the old me

How ya been?
How ya been?
I’m alright
That's alright

I know you just missed your flight but
I see voodoo in your eyes

In my sin-
I might sin
I just slid in
For the night

I know you just missed your flight 
So I’ma stay here for that

-

Chanel con Voodoo 
How my wrist catch evil spirits?
When that bitch Givenchy fitted-
See that Devil wearing Prada
Make them-

Broads gone cuckoo
I’m both Dolce and Gabbana
Know she really found a victim
Feeling potent, met my limits-
For the year

VOODOO

𝐕𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐎

SKRT SKRT

LYRICS:

Watch how I move
Watch how they move
Watch how I move
Watch how they move

Watch how I move
Why should I move?
Why should I move?
Watch how I move

-

Quick coupe, fast car-
This shit speeding down the road like it’s NASCAR
Nigga's know I keep that thunder like its Asgard
I be preaching out them facts, pastor

Me my bro, yeah we speeding on the freeway
Caught an op, nah he don’t get no leeway
When it comes to this shit I’m the DJ
If a nigga wanna talk I call a PJ

*ring* I’m here…

See nosebleeds, da coke, da whip disease
We no lease, da whip, got quick-release
Red on go, not handing over keys

Mad at the class, ya should order a coffin- and da
Smoke filled the air, from da drift, now she coughin' and so-
Seeing as it is, red-handed, da culprit
I admit... played a crucial part in fucking yo bitch

Monster for da watch, it cost me 10 bens
If they scribble down my sins, they might need new pen
Interstate they coppin’, but bitch we on ten
If my car lookin’ hot, we needa new VINNNNN

Quality insurance, I been moving, I got Aflac
Broads whippin’ donuts, I admit, thata Hatchback
Startin’ arguements, I ain’t lookin for that sass back
She pushed to start, my car ‘ready has that

Ram-bo-ghini in dis bitch
Stay in yo lane, musta lee me stalone
Hit that drift with a EEEE
Hop outta whip, she dizzy, getta grip

4 on the dash, I ain’t tryna meet ya dad
Mad with the lash, we don’ pay this in cash
Looking at my stocks, she might see my NASDAQ
I got 20 thousand dollars in my grin like WOOO

-

Watch how I move
Watch how they move
Watch how I move
Watch how they move

Watch how I move
Why should I move?
Why should I move?
Watch how I move

-

Reachin' top speeds like aphetamines
Skrt-skrt-skrt by my enemies
Car stalled out, ain't ahead of me
Konlono calmin' down, got a remedy

Got a fast whip, race in NASCAR
Twin turbos V12, fast car
Bitch I ain't ever usin' buspars
Shit too weak so I take bars...

Studio

Nilla

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