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2019

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Rod Wave - 2019 #SLOWED

[VERSE I: Wetto]

it's the pimp player
money maker
body layer
say a prayer
hoe stacking
pistol packing
white boy with the permed hair
choppa sprizzay 
what the biz say
i just brought a cold front
to the sizzouth
gold mizzouth
ice out like a storefront
slick spit that mack shit
make the track hit
ain't no time for a whack bitch unless the mouth sick
face down in the mattress
make that back dip
make her feel like an actress in a porno flick
ride off in a Benz thang
took off with no trace
psychopathic with that 9 mane
i might catch a case
mask on or the mask off
it don’t make no difference cuz I slide with them killas, mane
they don’t leave a witness
heard you tipping to the feds, mane
must be off your meds, mane
pissing in his pants when i put that chrome to his head, mane
leave him dead, mane
saved his boys some head pain
one less snitch in the gang
that's a net gain
bet, mane
heard it was that anna you was checking for
ruger, choppa, semi
what the fuck i need a vest for?
have them hoes tweaking like a despo
smoking on a blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go
damn bro
wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp
never simp
bring your beef to god because i'm heavent sent
talk that playa shit
hoes they circumvent
shout out project pat
mista don't play and i been leaning since

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im angola bound
going down to the southside of the lake
riding round town
plotting on whos shit im bout to take
if it's fake ima sell it
if it's real ima sell it
outside of the lexus forest green 
i know you jealous
born a warlord out the ward of the seventh
all these deadly sins i think the fifth made me a felon
begging for armageddon 
i got eleven virgins waiting for me heaven
bitch i ain't stressing
pimp a bitch just because
blanco never need a reason, hoe
never tell these hoes a secret unless you wanna leak it, hoe
seen a ghost but i was puffin piff up in the mirror
you want smoke?
fit you in a coffin then ill say it clearer 
i got corners in gentilly where we slang that millie bobbie brown
never been on trial cuz the bodies wasn't ever found
thats how we do em down south
bayou style 
feed the gators when them rats start running wild
tryna bite my style
i got skulls floating in the swamp
i got bones covered up in moss
blanco burnin up a fuckin cross
all my demons know whos fucking boss
ooweeoo
who are you?
ruby rougarou
holla hootie hoo when you see them boys in baby blue
ooweeoo
who are you?
blanco in a coupe
uzi out the roof raining bullets

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Chateau Gris

CHÂTEAU GRIS

[VERSE I: Wetto]

i'm with that fuck shit
pull up we get buck quick
my hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
out here since a young jit
nitrous got my lungs lit
wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in publix
ridin' through the hood like what it do?
prolly off a pill or two
pulled that .44 out
they start talking like they scooby doo
mobbing with my potnahs
we pop in no knocking
nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
hit a stain
make a name for a lame tik tok
northside 
grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
i might rock it off the flock
i might rock it off apache
i might fuck up on that bitch
if she got a pack of plan b
mane show you how that glock work
show you how to pop first
white trash young man
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
my hoe like her throat hurt
suck it for a nip tuck
that bitch tried to tell me that I’m sick
so what that make her?
i just bought some land off my LAL 
kilo of some GLD
still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
paint em like a NFT
got them scripts no PHD
my bitch brain insane but she only got her GED
gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
dope game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
huh bruh
damn son
who the fuck raised you
cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

i could show you how to get it poppin
ruby da cherry ain't got no option
all these hoes keep fuckin flockin
all these hoes tryna gimme noggin
snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
yeah i'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' 
i can't stop it if i wanted to
glock up in my foreign coupe
scrapin up the concrete
s500 on them 22's
motorola phone when i'm dialing up my potnah
think i'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked impala
skrilla squalla what i'm after
i get money hoe by any means
paper chasin' everyday
i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
blick on me
click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
suicide til death 
i'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 
make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
i got five killas and they all down to fucking ride
i can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die
walk it how i talk it bitch and i aint got no fuckin lisp
whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
out the mud
out the mist
ruby take the form of shadows
follow me back to the gates of hell 
we regroup at the gallows
i can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
leave ya body rottin' lock ya soul up in the black abyss

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