Hop Aht

guap p casketz gnrly bodega

ninexteen + kaisrevival - no sleep

swag like Jeff(marrgielaa)

Two poles, I keep ‘em on me
Strapped up like the army
Strapped up like the army
My new ho bad, somethin’ like a Barbie
New ho bad, somethin’ like a Barbie

Ya ho, she want me — I got swag like Jeff Hardy
Ya ho, she want me as soon I step out Barney’s
Ya ho, she want me — I step into the party
Ho, she want me, I got that dog shit on me

Designer shit, rock archive drip
She see me once and now she want the clip
And now she want the shits
I’m all up in her ribs

Best believe I popped out, know I came equipped
Yeah, my old ho askin’ questions — know I plead the fifth
That Guapiana the name of my btch
I won’t stop juggin’ till a n***a rich

Swag Like Jeff (marrgielaa)

Levalarie + Kidd Exi - Cash Cow [Kidd Exi]

last year prod dallas10k whereisreef

@800pts | lyrics:

ik (x2)
u know
lets do dis line h*e
wherever u go
bae thats where i go
i had sum hi lows
im way 2 fried bro 
ik (x2)
u know
lets do dis line h*e
wherever u go
bae thats where i go
i had sum hi lows
im way 2 fried bro

im on the drank lets slide out
i cant even get no more hi now 
my h*e gon b mad when she find out
im in my coffin my hideout
do u wanna die we could find out
if i wanna die i could die now
how would it feel lets find out

i b so out of my mind
just wanna f*ck u all the time
my h*e b doin them lines (x2)
i just b catchin a vibe
like when its dark outside
might pop 2 3 at a time
whatever get me out my mind
whatever get u-

ik (x2)
u know
lets do dis line h*e
wherever u go
bae thats where i go
i had sum hi lows
im way 2 fried bro 
ik (x2)
u know
lets do dis line h*e
wherever u go
bae thats where i go
i had sum hi lows
im way 2 fried bro

800pts - do dis line ft. eastsidearies (sonne tjriverss)

work yea yea (keijo)

They doing anything, just to make enough
And they doing anything, to try to match it up
You would do anything, to try to match it up
They—they—they tryna hop on waves
Got a brand new chop, let the bitch erase
She want me painting her face
Wanna fuck all the time, she don’t do no dates
I don’t got options that I got to face
Got a brand new whip, see she wanna race
Hollow tips, see how it taste
Don’t give no fuck what you got to say

I’m on 10 for the most of this shit, and I’m not lying
And they all on 10, on 10 for this shit, I got my soldiers firing
Bitch, change it up, I’m feeling sick, got a brand new bitch, that one expiring
Talk that shit, but ain’t look in my iris
I’m outside, they gone sign that siren
I’m outside, they gone ring that bell right now, cause they knowing Nero out
I change it up, I’m on shit you can’t tell, I ain’t bout to share it out
Air it out, I point it up, gone air it out
Take my soul I don’t care about
Brand new drum hold 50 rounds
Catch up with me, don’t be in last
I’m tired of them bringing up my past
Why they act like they gone crash
They love me, I can’t do no bad
Give a fuck bout nothing else, need bags
Man down, he need a tag
Hop off the jet, I got jet lag
I came out on the top of my class

They doing anything, just to make enough
They doing anything, just to make enough
And they doing anything, to try to match it up
You would do anything, to try to match it up
They—they—they tryna hop on waves
Got a brand new chop, let the bitch erase
She want me painting her face
Wanna fuck all the time, she don’t do no dates
I don’t got options that I got to face
Got a brand new whip, see she wanna race
Hollow tips, see how it taste
Don’t give no fuck what you got to say

work yea yea (keijo)

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