prettifun x ninexteen - rollercoaster (prod prettifun)

xtsyㅤㅤwhat does anything mean   (sore4)

no reason ft rexv2

yuk - wun

to the sky (tainiykick)

[Intro]
Nah sayin’! That bitch was too crazy
Met that bitch off the block tho (real shit)
Bye bye! Bye bye!

[Chorus]
I miss the days when I stayed out the way
I left the bitch, hadda leave with a bang
Outside steady be plyin’ that pain — you not for me, you not in my range

Diamonds on diamonds, bags on bags — I bought for you, ungrateful bitch
I hadda leave that hoe, she do too much — lil’ nigga, I hate that shit

Easily replaceable — you’re easily replaceable

[Verse 1]
We in that crib, we argue ‘bout nun — I’m startin’ think you argue for fun
Your clothes on you, it cost a ton — your clothes on you, where you get that from?

This bitch — think she the prize
This bitch — playin’ with lies

You ain’t the wave, you just ridin’ the tide
I leveled up, you just stuck on the side
Money keep stackin’, my pockets get wide
You still in place while I’m takin’ a ride

I’m in that field while you still on the line
I’m pushin’ forward, you stuck in your pride
I’m countin’ wins while you countin’ ya tries

My circle solid, can’t let out the spies
M-my circle solid, can’t let out the spies

[Chorus]
I miss the days when I stayed out the way
I left the bitch, hadda leave with a bang
Outside steady be plyin’ that pain — you not for me, you not in my range

Diamonds on diamonds, bags on bags — I bought for you, ungrateful bitch
I hadda leave that hoe, she do too much — lil’ nigga, I hate that shit

Easily replaceable — you’re easily replaceable

Easily Replaceable Prod StanTheKid

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, I’m so damn horny
I’ma fuck my racks and make my pockets pregnant
(Make my pockets pregnant!)

[Chorus]

I make racks in multiple ways
Ran it up, been stackin’ the pape — they wonderin’ why, they stalkin’ the page
I got ties with niggas who makin’ the cho, who pavin’ the wave
How the hell you gon’ hate on the kid? Stay on that side — yeah, you betta stay

I’ma fuck my racks, make my money spread, make my pockets pregnant
The racks done came with blood, but I kept it quiet, I know that lesson

I’m a double-O agent, ready to kill — yeah, I’m ready to spray
If it ain’t bout money, don’t call my phone, dont stalk my page — no way

[Verse 1]
I hadda double it down — double the racks (yeah), double the pay
This nigga dumb as a bitch, he ain’t makin’ no money, goddamn, he ain’t got the cake

And I’m off the wake-up (oh my, my) — how the fuck am I gon’ make racks today?
Am I gon’ hit play? Am I gon’ hit that lay?
I’m tryna strike sumn, I’m tryna hawk sumn down

I feel like TB12 — I’m good in that pocket, lil’ bitch, I’m good in that field
If she ain’t givin’ brain, can’t be no trick, lil’ baby, I’m keepin’ it real
Fuck that bitch one time, then passed to bro — it’s alley-ooper-ville

Alley-oop to bro like he wore 3
Makin’ racks is easy — make that racks like 1-2

[Chorus]

I make racks in multiple ways
Ran it up, been stackin’ the pape — they wonderin’ why, they stalkin’ the page

I got ties with niggas who makin’ the cho, who pavin’ the wave
How the hell you gon’ hate on the kid? Stay on that side — yeah, you betta stay

I’ma fuck my racks, make my money spread, make my pockets pregnant
The racks done came with blood, but I kept it quiet, I know that lesson

I’m a double-O agent, ready to kill — yeah, I’m ready to spray
If it ain’t bout money, don’t call my phone, dont stalk my page — no way

No Way Prod 15drtt

[Intro]
I got that K on my side — don’t worry about, don’t worry about me
Issey Miyake, it’s all over me
In that all-black truck, bitch, I’m ’bouta OD

They keepa eye, ehhh...
They keepa eye, ehhh...

They keep a eye on a nigga (oh yuh)
I’m already knowin’ you wanna be me
Already knowin’ you wanna be me

They — they wanna, they wanna be me
But — but — they cannot see me

Grabbin’ her waist, I’m thinkin’ she BB
Grabbin’ her waist, Im thinkin she feel me

High as a kite, I feel so tiki

[Verse 1]
She said, “Vlad, are you a bad man?”
She said, “Vlad, are you a bad man?”

I said, “Baby, I’m not a bad man.”
I’m not a bad man — but I got bad hands
Ain’t got no Perc, I’ma turn to a sad man (yuh)

All black, I’m lookin’ like Batman
I’m rockin’ Issey, she like the fashion (yuh)

Yeah, we got big-body Dracos, all in the Tahoe
You know the gang on go

I hadda go get my racks up, go get my bag up
Can’t be no broke man, no

You seen my bad side, I’m not a bad guy
Livin’ my life like it’s Mad Max, yuh

I’m in that field makin’ big hits, yuh
Call that lil’ boy up — that’s a big sack, yuh

Oh yeah, that’s a big sack
You in a big pack, yeah

[Chorus / Outro]
I got that K on my side — don’t worry about, don’t worry about me
Issey Miyake, it’s all over me
In that all-black truck, bitch, I’m ’bouta OD

They keepa eye, ehhh...
They keepa eye, ehhh...

They keep a eye on a nigga (oh yuh)
I’m already knowin’ you wanna be me
Already knowin’ you wanna be me

They — they wanna, they wanna be me
But — but — they cannot see me

Grabbin’ her waist, I’m thinkin’ she BB
Grabbin’ her waist, Im thinkin she feel me

High as a kite, I feel so tiki

Dont Worry Prod Chxsen

Pïll Musïc

i got, i got drugs coming in 
got the trap jumping 
bae this shit mean something don't it 
hoe keep lying on my dick 
ian never fuck ha she burning just like usher 
free my blooda free my brudda 
he tryna swing his cutta 
i'm hanging with them hunters 
canary diamonds look like butter 
don't want i just slut ha 
i’m sorry if you love ha 

bitch i came in way too fucked up 
i can't lie i think im fucked up 
i get that feeling i know sum up 
another million just to sum it up 

told dis ho go putcho back innit
all rick, on my fit yuh u know i put racks innit
dey like i ain’t no u tuff but i see dat shit backhanded
back den i wasn’t rockin shit now i rock raf simon’s 

if dis bitch gon talk shit i see red
awh shit, now i’m puttin bands up on is head
awh shit, we gon put da pussy ass to bed i put some racks up, now dey all js doin what i say

we gon tape em like a cut, me n slime, goin up, couple mil to sum it up yuh

i could never give a fuck n if ya ho is in da front we go ahead n make it jump make it jump

i got drugs coming in 
got the trap jumping 
bae this shit mean something don't it 
hoe keep lying on my dick 
ian never fuck ha she burning just like usher 
free my blooda free my brudda 
he tryna swing his cutta 
i'm hanging with them hunters 
canary diamonds look like butter 
don't want i just slut ha 
i’m sorry if you love ha

No Way Prod 15drtt

vladdy (@vlxdnem)