Time is ticking. Don't let it pass you by❤️.

outta time ft. ovanni (symels)

change 4 better (violet)

like a kid rubs sticks together
until friction made combustion

and they burned
 a hole in my pocket

understand (me x violet)

how are we like this (violet x viyah)

we gone be up (violet)

Lyrics:

We was like Wallace and Gromit, oh
Broke my heart, I'm finna vomit
Bad bitch giving me gobby
Suck me up so sloppy
Keeping me some akimbo in my hands, nobody can rob me
Soon as I touch down from my flight, I'm getting back high
Get geeked, get high, nobody can see me like a satellite
Always keep me two pieces like a casino and a pair of dice
Bad bitch wanna come through, she wanna live in this paradise
She wanna fuck in the rich life
(Rich life)
She wanna fuck in the rich life
Said don't worry just sit tight
7.62's leaving holes in his body, that shit look like termites
Big, black AR like Suge Knight
Done with the bitch like goodnight
Playing detective got good eyes
Keep on playing, I got mob ties
Push up, we knocking ya top off
Shots go off, had to pop off
Bad bitch getting my rocks off
I'm so cracked, I'm feeling like Mongraal
Slam the bitch, Royal Rumble
I'm so focused like it's tunnel

get rich wimme (violet x nego x 177p)

did me dirt (violet)

Lyrics:

Hell yeah, I fuck with your style
I know she freak, goin wild
Look at my feet, ran a mile
Look at my feet, ran a drill
Taking like too many Benadryls
Number (N)ine tee with a big blood spill
I know some niggas that put down that pressure
Lonely and feeling depression
Hit him hard knock out his septum
Beat him up like we on Capcom
Sitting back sipping that Lipton
Alien nigga from Krypton 
I used to go window shopping
Ksubi jeans that I’m copping
Cheat on me then I’m cropping
Back then momma was my stylist 
Now I’m my own damn stylist
Bad bitch said “Oh you so stylish”
Can’t fuck with her cuz the mileage
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Drugs got me so slow-oh-oh-oh
But I’m getting up now
Bitches see me like what’s up now
I don’t even know what’s real
I don’t even know who to trust now
Walk out the shop with a bussdown
Shoutout Jay we smoking 3.5s
This shit strong I can’t see now
Where the fucking Visine now?
Cip told me put that lean down
Cip told me quit the lean
Punch a nigga in his teeth 
Now I got blood on my jeans
Woke up, had to flee

heavy on fashion (orihime x dimpleb)

Lyrics:

(wokeups)
Bad bitch finna neck me
See me on the internet rocking Celine
No acne my face but Acne jeans
Why you so angry? Was it me?
Smoking 3.5s with Jay we getting high
Soda can, push up we bussin' his top
I'm the key, she the lock
I'm just tryna beat up the box
I cannot fuck with no cop
12 push up and I'm pushing the V
And the G-L-O-C-K gone knock off ya locs
Need some health, need a flop
Imma ball 'til I drop

(ovanni)
And imma ball, she gone scout
She always swiping through my highlights
Drop a lil bag at Saks Fifth
If I went broke, you still mine right?
Baby girl, is ya mind right?
Nah this shit is so superficial (Superficial)
I got bullets that's bigger than missiles bae
Oh you cryin'? Here's your tissue bae
I don't wanna see you in sadness bae
Fucking with her really fucked my head up

change 4 better (violet)

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