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Monday, December 6, 2021

Slump6s - Amount lyrics

Amount

Slump6s

GENRE
Rap
[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I'm like what you want? What you tryna do?
Gang, gang, you not with the mob, we in front of you
Same thing, I wake up, get money, that's my every move
You a lame, that lil' ho be hitting up like every dude
Ayy, ayy, I'm like what you want? What you tryna do?
Gang, gang, you not with the mob, we in front of you
Same thing, I wake up, get money, that's my every move
You a lame, that lil' ho be hitting up like every dude

[Verse]
I get so much bands in my pocket, a big amount
I get so much racks in a safe I don't care about
All these new rumors about me, I hear about
I get so much gas in my body, feel like a cloud
I had to tell that little girl to back up
Got another flight in a minute, now need to pack up
You not hard, lil' bro, you don't need to act tough
Know these niggas mad 'cause I'm cold just like Alaska
Black and white diamonds like a Panda
I've been sipping lean, got a four in my Fanta
Always walking 'round with a bag like I'm Santa
I've been rocking Fendi, rocking Prada like I'm Tana
All of these hoes taking pictures, I don't like the cameras
If he try to run up on me, then I'm grabbing a tool, I ain't using a hammer
Yeah, he mad, leaving him yellow, no, I ain't talking banana
Look, I came up, I'm getting money, I'm rocking Dolce Gabbana

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I'm like what you want? What you tryna do?
Gang, gang, you not with the mob, we in front of you
Same thing, I wake up, get money, that's my every move
You a lame, that lil' ho be hitting up like every dude
Ayy, ayy, I'm like what you want? What you tryna do?
Gang, gang, you not with the mob, we in front of you
Same thing, I wake up, get money, that's my every move
You a lame, that lil' ho be hitting up like every dude

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Sunday, December 5, 2021

Lily b - Need To Let Go lyrics

Need To Let Go

Lily b

GENRE
Pop
You always put the blame all on me
Cause you can’t admit your faults but it
Takes two to tango
And where this goes
It just leaves to a dead end road
So what can i say
Other than it’s over
I can’t hold on any longer
No

I need to let go
It’s too much drama
Can’t do this no more
All i hear is blah blah blah
I need to let go
It’s too much drama
Can’t do this no more
All i hear is blah blah blah

I got to let go
I don’t need this pain
I don’t feel the same for you
Everything you say gets old
All sounds the same
Same story gets told
Oh

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Wednesday, November 17, 2021

JEN'Y WYLDZ - I'M WIT MY CREW REGION LIBERTY RECORDS LLC lyrics

I'M WIT MY CREW REGION LIBERTY RECORDS LLC

JEN'Y WYLDZ

GENRE
Rap
Artist Name: JEN'Y WYLDZ
Song Title: I'M WIT MY CREW (Explicit)



[INTRO] Jen'y Wyldz in da motherfucking building
(Yeah we backed up) I'm wit my crew


[HOOK] I'm wit my crew we sticking and we always fucking lit your partner who fuck nigga leave me alone cause you a gook hey whats up ain't nothing I could hear we spin the block hold up wait cause it ain't even hit four o'clock

[VERSE] Dat hoe a mop thats why we don't fuck with you at all hoe what you thought I remember them days you slept in my car now you a star twinkle twinkle bitch you a fucking rat we smoke dat gas smoking dead niggas now we on your ass
We do them numbers now you got a hit up on your head bitch I'm dat monstеr I told you I don't play around with kids I'm ready to rumble ratchet lit with nothing but rеd but she super loyal came back super thick now she looking hella royal
If you ain't stalking up your bread hell now I can't (BLANK) gotta watch who you can your friends they probably ain't for you can't put no trust inside me try me now you expose em


Really bout this I'm wit my crew we ain't gang banging (Aye) Free all them real niggas though



[HOOK] I'm wit my crew we sticking and we always fucking lit your partner who fuck nigga leave me alone cause you a gook hey whats up ain't nothing I could hear we spin the block hold up wait cause it ain't even hit four o'clock







Entertainment © 2021 Region Liberty Records LLC. All Rights Reserved

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Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Shy Glizzy & Glizzy Gang - Mad Bitches lyrics

Mad Bitches

Shy Glizzy & Glizzy Gang

GENRE
Rap
[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
(Island with the cash like Diego)
If you don't love that bitch, she can't come to the condo
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I know bad bitches, ayy, I know mad bitches
You know mad hitters, 'bout it, they gon' blast with you
I ain't had shit, I had to get some cash, nigga
Now the bag bigger, yeah, so now we brag different
If you don't love that bitch, she can't come to the condo
Bitch, our bag so big, can't send it to Toronto
That guy right there, he wipe a nose, call him my fucking uncle
Ain't no fucking little bro, bitch, I'm the head honcho

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Got my money right (Uh)
Bitch, that's fucking right (Oh)
A nigga play with Glizzy, we gon' kill they ass tonight (Uh-huh)
She ride it like a bike (Uh)
She wanna take a bite (Ooh)
My song sheet so bad that my bitch turned into a dyke (Ooh)
Glizzy Gang, we mobbing (Mobbing)
All them niggas starving (Oh)
Wintertime, Christmas season, know these niggas robbing (Woo)
You say you got too much stardom (Yeah)
But, bitch, I've been a target (Yeah)
Boy, that bitch so bad that I bought her an apartment, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna meet some Ms
I ain't tryna be your friend (Cha-ching)
Lost some niggas, they ain't dead, just cannot be around me again (Woah)
Nigga run up on Jefe, yeah, end up on CNN (Today)
Hit 'em with my F&N (Baow-baow-baow)
I'm a fucking hooligan

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I know bad bitches, ayy, I know mad bitches
You know mad hitters, 'bout it, they gon' blast with you
I ain't had shit, I had to get some cash, nigga
Now the bag bigger, yeah, so now we brag different
If you don't love that bitch, she can't come to the condo
Bitch, our bag so big, can't send it to Toronto
That guy right there, he wipe a nose, call him my fucking uncle
Ain't no fucking little bro, bitch, I'm the head honcho

[Verse 2: Pressa]
Yeah, I come from that stove whippin' (Dope)
Dirtbikes and four-wheelin' (Rrr)
Crodie, yep, he blow, nigga (Blaow)
Then bring his folks with him (Get)
We pull up, put holes in 'em (Blaow)
Two lil' cros, they both with it (Get)
He get shot, no Cole Bennett
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
See, this Glock, it got a drum in it (Drum)
Beef with us, better come with it (Come)
And all them lies, he had to run with it (Yeah)
I'm a icy bitch (Bitch)
They ain't got nothing on these bounce, see
I just lost a pack, I think I need another rack
I'm selling drugs, nigga
My goofy OG, he ain't tell me what it was, nigga
Click-click-pow, yeah, he should've had a gun with him (Goofy)
You see this money, it'll change a lot, but not a thurl nigga
And we gon' barrel niggas
Certified, uh

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I know bad bitches, ayy, I know mad bitches
You know mad hitters, 'bout it, they gon' blast with you
I ain't had shit, I had to get some cash, nigga
Now the bag bigger, yeah, so now we brag different
If you don't love that bitch, she can't come to the condo
Bitch, our bag so big, can't send it to Toronto
That guy right there, he wipe a nose, call him my fucking uncle
Ain't no fucking little bro, bitch, I'm the head honcho

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