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Lobby Of The Hotel

LYRICS:
i remember taking lonely walks around the block 
for some cigarette butts
comin back with nothin feel like shit
creepin into holly's grab the borski bottle chug it til i'm sick
i remember shaking out the winstons out of holly's diet coke cans to dry em out cuz i was down bad
i remember barely talking bro up out of suicide up in that house cuz we was down bad
days spent sitting in that silence no one talking with each other 
it's a mutual knowing that we all fucked up collectively
malachi sparking up a savage then he pass it and i hit it secondly
veteran drunk from the moment we got back from the bottle run
took a chop of showtime guts and then collapsed
shit is treacherous boy

Sadness amongst friends #R34L3M😢 (prod nd mixed by akoge)

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inna club i got whitney on me

REDD40  - BOOSIE FREESTYLE

2shanez - kissing concrete prod Xul

fake prophets

Drippin’

[INTRO]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.
Drippin’ — mmh, who got heat?
New fit, new wheels, that’s me.
They act wild but they real low-key,
I’m on top and I charge that fee.

[VERSE 1]
I don’t chase fame, baby, I chase goals,
Pearl-tinted frames and designer soles.
Talkin’ slick? Better tighten that tone,
I run my lane like I built this zone.
Ten-inch boots, I still break rules,
Pull up ghost, they forgot your jewels.
I’m a savage, not your college crush,
If it ain't raw, then it ain’t my hush.

[HOOK]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.

[VERSE 2]
Ten-piece meal and I still want seconds,
Money stack tall like a Sunday reverend.
Velvet seats with a wild confessional,
And my past got me ice-level skeptical.
Ride for the crew, no switch, all spine,
Lips lined sharp and the stare divine.
Nails like daggers, the walk too mean,
I’m the type turn a throne to a guillotine.

[HOOK]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.

[VERSE 3]
Look —
Third row seat but I drive the lane,
Full plate served when I say my name.
Came from pressure, now I pour champagne,
Got ‘em all stunned, but they play it tame.
Talkin’ big mouth with a rookie spine,
I don’t need smoke when the shine this fine.
Built from scratch, yeah, I mapped my line,
Try to box me? I redraw time.
Fake ones vanish when the lights go dim,
But I glow in the dark and I sink or swim.
No script here — just a venomous hymn,
And my name hit hard like a bassline rim.

[HOOK]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.
Drippin’ — mmh, who got heat?
New fit, new wheels, that’s me.
They act wild but they real low-key,
I’m on top and I charge that fee.
[VERSE 4]
Push through the smoke like a warhead pop,
Silk with a blade, I’m a glam chop shop.
Talk like they tough but they need that prep,
I don’t move small — I finesse, then step.
Venom tongue, poison words I lace,
Say it to my face or evacuate space.
I’m the deep end, baby, you a kiddie wave,
I baptize ‘em, then I misbehave.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Drippin’ (Feat. MASX)

The Plan (Bizzy)

ROXANNE (PROD. NIKO SOUTH)

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