Tysouf, Spliffy Mars - Fisrst Day Out lyrics

Fisrst Day Out

Tysouf, Spliffy Mars

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(intro)
Tyreek jus wanna be rich
*spliffy mars laughing at girl*
Lets go! yeah! skii yeeeee!
Uh yeah

(verse)
I was behind them 4 walls
My nigga had to get it
Had to get it without a cause
Just like lil baby i slide for my dawgs
Yeah thats my dawg he slide without a cause
Use phantom Glocks when we go through these niggas
Had the chance to tell on niggas told on them niggas
You so gangsta you was sliding on niggas
How the fuck you bite the cheese lil nigga?
Don’t swallow your pride when you gettin locked up
These niggas be crazy fuck the streets up
Went from valentino’s on my shoes to a tan suit
23 hours in your cell with nun to do
What you know bout eating slop
Talking to brick walls
Tagged a brick on the wall like “free mars”
Got through with some contraband inside my crack
Ain’t doing strip searches I ain’t into that
Since a lil nigga been robbin these niggas
These niggas be bitches be fuckin they bitches
Im takin your shit and i’m takin your skrilla
Im on the come up and i need all your figures
Ain’t finna stunt for none these fuck niggas
These niggas get hit up, these niggas be tellin
Nno big worm from friday im coming through pressin’
But im not big worm cuz’ i am not tellin’
Free sean and squeeze my niggas they felons
Got money and hoes when you coming home
So don’t even stress it don’t take your shit to trial i ain’t tryna have you risk it with them crackas nigga
I don’t really want to see you go down that road
Nigga just take it to the chin
They could give me 10 right now
Ain’t gon swalow my pride cuz’ I was born a sinner
DA tried to give me 5 gave em fucked up faces cuz i got caught with a glizzy
Tried to tie me to a shooting but they had no evidence i still shot with percision
I just came home yesterday and i’m already fucking on the twin sisters
My old bitch want me back but i said fuck that hoe
She wasn’t answering niggas
You ain’t put no money on my commissary
You ain’t serve no purpose so I’m ending that call
The difference between me and you is I am the shit and you ain’t shit at all
I cannot trip over yinda’s they live with they mama and they still living off they jaws
The difference between me and you is I could get you knocked off through a jail call

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Your Stepdad - Functions lyrics

Functions

Your Stepdad

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[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
Ayy, you not invited to functions
Foenem had told me you function weird 'cause you don't have normal discussions
We be on dollar agendas, throwing subliminals ain't in the budget
You on the menu if we can't trust you
Shit that I been through, look at my muscle
Chopped with a—damn, chopped with a Ginsu, we finna cut you
Ayy, too many problems, never discuss 'em
Shorty be bugging, bitch, why you fussing?
Why you can't listen to simple instructions?
Look how you move, you live in destruction
Look how you talk, you niggas be bluffing
Ayy, gotta pull out 'cause I don't need a munchkin
Gotta pull out 'cause I—yeah
My lil' bro is myself
My big bro is myself
My own blood caught me lacking, that shit tough when it's no one else
I'm sure my hoes play Assassin's Creed with the way they move in stealth
Who would have thought that staying alone was the best thing for my—

[Verse 2: Coszmno]
Might be the best thing for my— (Uh)
Damn, then I'm finna slide with a kit
Know that we riding with Drac's in the six
Glock is the oven, it's baking him quick
My choppa Jewish, these bullets is real
The Wock' in the navy, I'm cracking a seal
Banana clip, know that I'm letting it peel
Choppa too and-one, get a dunk like Shaquille (We love you, Coz)
Keep running with twelve, got a nigga Tom Brady
Gotta light up the room 'cause these niggas be shady
Like a rich nigga, sipping on Perry, no Katie
Got a brown skin zo 'cause she said she from Haiti
Just like Zach, I'm like, "What the Efron with these niggas?"
And this Glock finna go do a song with some niggas
And she sucking like she at the ball on a nigga
On a Schwarznegger block, smoking stog' on these niggas
Just like an emo, she want me to choke it
[?]
I'm a young nigga winning for free like I'm Oprah
Sticking it high in her notes like an Oprah (Damn, hold on)
I meant that this choppa gon' sing like an opera
Sticked it in tongues like I worked at the doctor
Spin with a choppa like I'm at the— (Uh)
This Glock is a they/them, I seen it shoot both ways
Clip picking sides like it's apples or O'Jays
Viva la choppa, it's making some cold plays
Two holes in the Knuckles, we spin on a cold day
She giving deep brain, no Jimmy Neutron
Stick take him half off just like a coupon
Dawg finna shoot like he playing for UConn
Dawg finna shoot like he— (Grrah)

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Lynden Rook - Fat Kid lyrics

Fat Kid

Lynden Rook

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Intro:

Yeah
Shoutout to Bompton man
Wreckers-Vale
Nigga
(Booyakasha)

Hook:

Yeah
This is for the Trap kids
Comin from the Fat Kid
Nigga they ain't know how we feel
Nigga they ain't know how we feel
Nigga they ain't know how I feel

This is for the Trap kids
Comin from the Fat Kid
Nigga they ain't know how we feel
Nigga they ain't know how we feel
Nigga they ain't know how I feel

Verse 1:

Yeah
They no 6 pack I ever had I couldn't drink
Couldn't run track so I had to do tracks
Sports day, youngin' be the cheerleader
5 more years and a gang leader

Never had the game on the look
Wanna look at my cock
Cause she thinkin' it's small

Told her Imma to give it some thought
Wait for chick
How you blow the only job where you blow

It all needs timing
They were digging, you know I'm a diamond

I was tryna wear skinny nigga jeans
Weren't matching with my genes
I was looking like a chick
(Shit)

You define who you be
My money ain't munchin' and sippin'

I just whip out the track when you sleeping
Astroboy and these bitches be dripping

Bridge:

Let's go
Know that I'm back on a roll
Fuck it, You know when it's yours
Pimpin, Lil bitch are you sure

Let's go
Know that I'm back on a roll
I ain't been pushin' no hoe
I ain't been pushin' no hoe

Lil bitch are you sure

Hook:

This is for the Trap kids
Comin from the Fat Kids
Nigga they know how we feel
Nigga they know how we feel
Nigga they know how I feel

This is for the Trap kids
Comin for the Fat Kid
Nigga they know how we feel
Nigga they know how we feel
Nigga they know how I feel

Verse 2:

Yeah
Slept on it
Gased on it
I put my thoughts on rotate

Baby, I suffer society
It's depression with anxiety
Lotta kids in the minority mindstate

Skrr Skrr be the demon
Exorcism in the church
Skrr Skrr to the people
Only means let's get it

I just got my drip outta Truworths
Got me a Nike let's do it

Turn up my zeros at Steward
Money talk a nigga fluent

Gave you a year and you blew it
Only legit when you sober

You know that I'm back and it's over
You know that I'm black

Outro:

Let's go
You know that I'm back on a roll
Fuck it, You know when it's joy
Pimpin, Lil bitch are you sure

Let's go
Know that I'm on a roll
I ain't been pushin' no hoe
I ain't been pushin' no hoe

Let's go

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Mozzy - Slimey lyrics

Slimey

Mozzy

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[Chorus]
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo head about my goons
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicey on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses, slimey is the move
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo head about my goons
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicey on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent lossеs, slimey is the move

[Verse 1]
I ain't fuckin' with my niggas on no social sitе
That EDD will give you 20 if the social right
The sucka must ain't get the memo that it's on for life
He wanna box like we ain't put his partner in a box
I hate the niggas that don't slide but always send the drops
And my behind the arc is pretty, ain't gon' miss a shot
I look for signs, I'm tryna see if you gon' switch or not
It's cinnabuns on everything when woahdy spin the block
Don't stick your nose inside my business, shit will get you popped
Not only jeopardize my freedom but I risk a lot
My youngin' twelve and raisin' hell, can barely lift the chop
I shit you not, he pull that thang and take the shit you got
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo head about my goons
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicey on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses slimey is the move

[Chorus]
Gangsta to the bone I'm on yo head about my goons
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicey on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses, slimey is the move

[Verse 2]
Hey I get tired of all the lies
Like when you see me, you gon' slide
'Cause when you see me you be vibin' like you love a nigga
And all these cases they got open, they still hunt a nigga
I spent 100 for this chain, why would I tuck it nigga?
Hey that lil Cartier too plain, go 'head and bust it nigga
I treat him like he got the Covid, I don't trust you niggas
I heard it's up then tell him book me for a show or somethin'
I bet I show up like promoters and them owe me somethin'
We smokin' cutie by the onion, it's exotic flavors
They turn lil dootie to a doobie, he was not a gangsta
Your resume has been displayed and it ain't nothin' major
I kept it player 'bout these bitches, y'all be player haters

[Chorus]
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo head about my goons
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicey on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses slimey, is the move
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo head about my goons
Pray I never have to eat another spread inside that cube
Disregard the suckas talkin' spicey on the tube
Them niggas sick from recent losses slimey is the move

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