YB - WAY UP

Bonita ft. Kylo King

Hope you enjoy this track from my upcoming EP, truly I was just too excited not to share it with you!

LYRICS:

I don’t know what to say to you
But I wont let you break me down again
I wont let you take me down without a fight, not tonight, not again
You cant play me like a kid, get mad when I win in the end
I prove you’re wrong, and I prove I’m right, and then you say I just wanna fight
(You’ve made it so easy for me)
Don’t be mad, when I call your bluff,
Your shit’s out the door, yeah I’ve had enough
You’ve made it so easy for me,
To see your worth, close to the trash,
You never really cared, but now you’re mad
‘Cause I made decisions for me
(This one’s easy for me)
Called you out by your name now
How’s it feel to be let down
When I won’t let you win the fight
You’re not enough,
Your toxic traits, are makin’ me feel like I’ll suffocate,
If I give in and let you stay. 
You’re not enough, so I'm giving up
You’re not the one, and I'm too good to settle for you, for you
I’ll warn you once more...
Don’t be mad, when I call your bluff,
Your shit’s out the door, yeah I’ve had enough
You’ve made it so easy for me,
To see your worth, close to the trash,
You never really cared, but now you’re mad
‘Cause I made decisions for me
(This one’s easy for me)

Call Ur Bluff

Cashout - Mako V Ft Kitti

murder she wrote 🖤
Beat prod by Dxor

lyrics: I live 4 floors up
Baby see what that's bout 
What she bout ? Yeah
Take a handout
Watch the money talk for her
I just take the bands out
since she really going for me
Told her make me cash out ooh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oooh
Lets go

If its up then it's stuck
Keep a chart shit i'm fucking up the checks til it's up
Girl i'm tired
Im sweating off this watch
Baby watch where you steppin on my chest
Imma crash in it baby keep it on me, I test

She 5 foot 3 and this bitch named Keisha
She a demon, some boss shit im tryna fall in
Can I touch you ? I love you, you barely call me
Baby watch me, you dog but that don't involve me.
Move in caution, I

Pop shots at ya head
Bitch pocket watching til I pocket rock his head
Rollie face is green put a blueface in the air
Run up on a bitch and he dead
I keep a set of two toys on the bed
She wanna fuck and i'm dicking her out
I bet your bitch know what my peoples about
Might have to keep her where people reside
She came with ole boy, he killing the vibe
Soon as I stack it up like she was my mine
Dior my feet and my chest get aligned
You sleep on me bitch but I keep it alive
And I'm uppin in the vibe
In the vette can't see inside

I live 4 floors up 
Baby see what that's bout mm
What she bout ? Yeah
Take a handout
Watch the money talk for her
I just take the bands out
since she really going for me
Told her make me cash out

Gas, this aint not no OG, this the shit don't get nauseous
You came with a trio, I need all three, I'm toxic
Pussy almost killed me, need these hoes in my coffin
I can kick it if you're outside, Im messy, Im balling
Got these digits in my mouth, when I cheese they be calling
She accept me and my flaws, she the one, she can call me
I done seen it all, think I like you, i'm fallin
I think that she want me

Baby 5 foot 3 and she go by Keisha
She a demon, some boss shit im tryna fall in
Can I touch you ? I love you, you barely call me
Baby watch me, you dog but that don't involve me.
Move in caution













4 FLOORS

MOTHASDAY - Sasha-Rue X LOreal

BOSS BITCH - JACOB x MakoV x LUNA

Prod. K1

LYRICS:

I don’t want this
I never know what to say
And words always get in the way 
Dealin’ with a one-track mind, 
I’m loosin’ track of time
Love and tolerance are two very different things, 
I can love you and not tolerate a thing.
Love can fill the spaces in-between, 
Tolerance can cause the spaces when we speak.
Lover and tolerance are two very different things.
If I had known that long ago, you wouldn’t be with me.
Trouble on my mind, weighing on my chest,
trauma in my head and a list of my regrets. 
Life goes on, but I won’t forget, 
When you hear this song, I hope you know our love is dead.
There’s always just to much to say,
And feelings only get in the way.
Dealin’ with heart break, 
It’s just too much take.
I never know what to say,
And words always get in the way,
Dealin’ with a one-track mind, 
I’m loosin’ track of time.
I don’t want this

YB - WAY UP

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