Brent Faiyaz – On This Side feat. A$AP Ant & CruddyMurda Lyrics

Brent Faiyaz – On This Side feat. A$AP Ant & CruddyMurda [ Lyrics]
ASAP Ant:
Cash out
Go to Prada I need clothes
Go to melrose for some hoes
I’m in LA at the grove
White air forces, I stay low
Marino shirt, underneath, the pole
Gotta stay fresh, RIP Bankroll
Lightskin shorty, like Keyshia Cole
I love that bitch, X and O
Paycheck I see decimals
Codeine taste like jello
Might grow my hair like Melo
Neon lights, my car glow
Back to the future like Marty McFly
Pour up a deuce cause I gotta stay high
I drive the whip I touch her thighs
When I pull out my dick don’t act surprised

Brent:
I don’t know what it is
Is it me or how I live?
You’ll die to feel what its like to be up on this side
I don’t know what it is (She said she want to go to Jamaica)
Is it me or how I live? (I tell her close her eyes you can be anywhere you wanna be)
(Damn)
You dig what I’m saying?
(Nah fr)
(Damn, aye Cruddy)

Cruddy Murda:
Been through some shit, got a hell of a story
Bought me a watch
Put me more in my glory
Come to my spot you can never record me
I tryna get it and better my people
Tryna show ‘em a little more cause they know I get even(?)
I hate all the rumors a nigga been hearing
I’m getting this paper
Them niggas pretending
I need a preacher
A nigga been sinning’
I took some L’s but I’m usually winning
I poured a deuce of the Wock and I added some Quai
Thats just how a nigga been sipping’
I pulled out a hundred and showed her its me
She buy me a pint I might get on one knee
Put Chanel on her bag and Rick on her feet
When I lift up my arm thats a quarter on me
I don’t know what it is
We gone get this shit as long as they print this shit man
Is it me, or how I live?
Know what I’m saying?
Brick on my wrist
You gotta feel what its like
Long live the men (To be here on this side)
Free all the guys
RIP A$AP Yams (I don’t know what it is)
Big sheets and funnel on deck
Is it me or how I live?
Lost Boys, ASAP shit man Marino Infantry shit man taking over man for the 2000s n**ga (you’ll die to feel what it’s like)
To be here on this side

Don’t know what I got, but it’s hot
Maybe it’s my style that drives em wild
Maybe it’s the dough or the clothes
Baby I don’t know, I don’t know (on my motherfuckin flavor flav shit)

Don’t know what I got, but it’s hot (500 bitches in the crib like Ray J)
Maybe its my style, that drives em wild (and we still spinning the bin for OG)
Maybe it’s the dough or the clothes
Baby I don’t know, I don’t know (I don’t know)

I don’t know what it is
Is it me or how I live?
You’ll die to feel what it’s like, to be here on this side
I don’t know what it is
Is it me or how I live?
Youll die to feel what it like, to be here on this side

Aye aye spizz man, pour that four up let’s get high my boy
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Kanii, Trippie Redd – sins (let me in) [Remix] Lyrics

Kanii, Trippie Redd – sins (let me in) [Remix] ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Kanii Kanii, Trippie Redd – sins (let me in) [Remix] ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Kanii
You say that you need me
Need me, need me
But I don’t feel needed at all
At all
Girl, I’ve been through your hardest
And you broke me regardless
Catch me before I fall down
Ah, ah
Girl, I’ve been through everything, woah

So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
So let, so let me girl, take all your sins
So let, so let me girl, take all, take all
So let, so let me girl, take all your sins
So let, so let me girl, take all your sins
So let, so let me girl, take all your sins
So let, so let me girl, take all, take all
(So let me in

‘Cause I can change your life
Oh, yeah
I can give you everything you’ve wanted
So keep me in your mind, girl, and everything is fine
‘Cause we’ve been through everything, woah

Trippie Redd
You don’t know exactly what you want from me
And I know exactly what turns you on and that’s me
And I can’t love again, oh-oh, oh-oh
Too much passion, love action on mattress, we love
Tired of goin’ through the pain with you
Tired of goin’ through the rain with you
Go ahead and tat’ my name on you
The world cold, got that flame on you
Love choppa, let it bang on you, girl
Hit my phone, I can make you touch your toes

Kanii
So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me, girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
So let me in, don’t give in
Ooh, woah
Trust me girl, take all your sins
Oh, yeah
(So let me in

Oh, yeah
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Brent Faiyaz – WY@ Lyrics

Brent Faiyaz – WY@ [ Lyrics] Letra Brent Faiyaz Brent Faiyaz – WY@ [ Lyrics]
Brent:
I be doing shit I really shouldn’t do forreal
That why I always tell you come through forreal
After this time I’ll be through forreal

Brent:
You and I know you aint no good for me
But you feel so good to me
Everytime I come back I try to leave
So how you end up back with me
(I don’t know)
This aint what I want
This is something else
Something that ain’t good for my health
And I been searching but I cant get no help
And I dont feel like myself

Brent:
I be doing shit I really shouldn’t do forreal
That why I always tell you come through forreal
After this time I’ll be through forreal
After this time I’ll be through forreal

I be doing shit I really shouldn’t do forreal
That why I always tell you come through forreal
(WY@)
After this time I’ll be through forreal
(Bring me that)
After this time I’ll be through forreal

I can feel them walls closing
I can feel it all
I’m stuck in your claws
Try to run but I don’t get far
Imma put some blame on me
Tryna take accountability
But you take on my ability
You’re the death of me
And the remedy
I be doing too much

Brent:
I be doing shit I really shouldn’t do forreal
That why I always tell you come through forreal
After this time I’ll be through forreal
After this time I’ll be through forreal

I be doing shit I really shouldn’t do forreal
That why I always tell you come through forreal
Baby WY@
After this time I’ll be through forreal
Bring me that
After this time I’ll be through forreal
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Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind Lyrics

Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Money Man Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Hook

Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower
You wastin’ my time cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got bales in the kitchen no cap ?
the counter
And that motorbreath tart when your burnin’ it sour
My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop that bag to my twins and they payin’ me monthly
If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy
YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky
They do it for free, thеy gon’ turn down the money
Finna hire somе Migos to cut down the harvest
Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage
Verse 1

We took your bands nigga you better charge it
Dumping these bags at luxury apartments
We 15 deep in this crib but it’s 300
One ?
walk inside niggas clutchin’ they cutters
Run up in this bitch and get hit with this button
Got plants all around we gon’ care ‘em and cut ‘em
He havin ‘bud, but it smellin’ like nothin’
Sell thirty a day, yeah we got this bitch jumpin’
Real estate I’m havin’ houses to sprout in
?
from Tulsa I drove through I-10
He want them prices, tryin’ to get logged in
Filter a fan, so we keepin’ the smell in
Shoot that bitch just like I’m Bradley Bill
Made it of reefer ain’t have a deal
Use to serve diesel, I ain’t talkin’ no neil
My lil’ vibe crazy with sex appeal
Trap on canola I’m turnin’ them over
This blick get bipolar this bitch get to spitting
Tryna be peaceful, but niggas provokin’
So If I reach for it, it’s gon be a killin’
Tryna show love but you can’t cause they might think you weak
So my prices is higher than heaven
Dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurtin’ I pulled up and gave him a blessing

Hook

Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower
You wastin’ my time cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got bales in the kitchen no cap ?
the counter
And that motorbreath tart when your burnin’ it sour
My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop that bag to my twins and they payin’ me monthly
If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy
YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky
They do it for free, they gon’ turn down the money
Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest
Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage
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FERRE GOLA – CORDONNIER Lyrics ft. Deplick Pomba

FERRE GOLA – CORDONNIER ( Lyrics) ft. Deplick Pomba Letra FerreGolaVEVO FERRE GOLA – CORDONNIER ( Lyrics) ft. Deplick Pomba
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Money Man & BC Marse – No Pressure Lyrics

Money Man & BC Marse – No Pressure ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Money Man Money Man & BC Marse – No Pressure ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Walk in the store coppin’ everything
Got a heavy charm, got a heavy chain
Get that paper, that bitch gotta let it bang
Made a smooth 50k off Ameritrade
Nigga I’m havin’ sauce, havin’ marinade
I put ?
in my lemonade
I’m just thankful I ain’t meet an early grave
Nigga havin’ m’s I might catch a fade
Nigga traffickin’ za, yeah the highest grade
Nigga pocket watchin’ I ain’t have an option
I was pound coppin’, outta town shoppin’
On the ground ?
nigga didn’t make it, so I started takin’
Got an affinity for bitches with asses
I hit it from the back, you know I gotta smack it
Show know my music, I’m makin’ them classics
We show no mercy, I ain’t givin’ them passes
?
got the hash and the mushroom
Havin’ this check, I fly a bitch out to Cancun
Countin’ on me, leavin’ niggas in Bayou
Nigga shut the fuck up, I can come and buy you
Lent you drive the lamboghini when the nigga pass by you
Oh you got a man, fuck it I’ma still try you
When ?

Better be careful, cause they might fry you
Real ?

Big Money havin’ cheddar like O Mayo
Boost my cred, I just glitched my FICO
Then a nigga trip, fuck around and go psycho
Buy her what she want, she can get whatever
Take her where she want, we can go wherever
Yeah
Put your hands on, never
I’ma send a nigga to meet the devil
?

?

Got a bad bitch and she bisexual
Got a purple heart, I need a medal
?
let me tell you
In my own class, niggas not on my level
Splurge on you little momma, you special
He ain’t on shit, I ain’t worried, no pressure
Yeah
He ain’t on shit, lil mamma no pressure
Come shop with me, you might get extra
Give a nigga two piece for a gesture
Came from the cow, I’ma eat some ?

Turn my back on my dogs, never
Yeah he got drip, but I’m way fresher
Locked up for life, bae let me tell you
Locked up for life, nigga ain’t no better
Whole lotta swipin’ over here in ?

Couldn’t grow shit, get killed for tellin’
How you got nigga get time for yellin’
?

?
on me she showin’ her medals
Street nigga shit, I keep it 1000
On probation, but I still got weapons
I’ma find the source and serve my ?

Gotta fuck ?
bae you sexy
Take my number lil mama please text me
I done got high, got hungry, got the munchies
?

Nigga gon’ walk in this bitch, no runnin’
?

Yeah
Yeah I got whole bag ?
and onions
It’s Croptober, got pounds and ?

He ain’t no plug, lil nigga quit frontin’
How you on the block all day and make nothin’
?

300 blackout leave a nigga under
I’m not ratskin
Got amigos in Cali givin’ me a tunnel
Verse 2: BC Marse

Yeah

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FERRE GOLA – DRONE Lyrics ft. EBOA LOTIN

FERRE GOLA – DRONE ( Lyrics) ft. EBOA LOTIN Letra FerreGolaVEVO FERRE GOLA – DRONE ( Lyrics) ft. EBOA LOTIN

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FERRE GOLA – COUSTEAU Lyrics

FERRE GOLA – COUSTEAU ( Lyrics) Letra FerreGolaVEVO FERRE GOLA – COUSTEAU ( Lyrics)
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Shordie Shordie & Murda Beatz – Bigger In Texas Lyrics

Shordie Shordie & Murda Beatz – Bigger In Texas ( Lyrics)
As an New Yorker that’s in Baltimore right now
You know my only exposure to Baltimore was The Wire, thank you sir
Crisean Rock and Shordie Shordie

See you, pullin’ up, drop top with a baddie, it should be you
I done been around the world
But I ain’t ever been around a bitch that ain’t call me back yet
Don’t wanna hold my hand lap
Bro should’ve let me stand there
She’ll never act up, playin’ fair
Backyard with the hoes, gettin’ wet
Scat pack with poles in the back, uh
You send the add and I slide
Hold on to it, two hands, I drive

Ooh, baby, let me see you
Pullin’ up, drop top with a baddie, it should be you
I done been around the world, but, baby I ain’t seen you
Just us, you know we vibin’
Tell her “Don’t stop”, hop out, keep drivin’
Sayin’ she ain’t goin’ nowhere, she my bitch

Got that jada, she gon’ come and set this bitch off
Grab it if I don’t, I want you let this bitch off
She don’t want no drama, I wanna let this bitch off
Bitches ain’t on shit, I should have cut this bitch off
I’m with a new one, she don’t want nobody, it’s a twosome
Lookin’ at my bitch, act like you knew her
Pull that switchy out, now he like “Who? Huh?”
You let me hit it, I want backshots after backshots, get a rebound
Too close, let the MAC out, you can see now
Chase him, never let up, he with me now
Tell a nigga, drop me off

Ooh, baby, let me see you
Pullin’ up, drop top with a baddie, it should be you
I done been around the world, but, baby I ain’t seen you
Just us, you know we vibin’
Tell her “Don’t stop”, hop out, keep drivin’
Sayin’ she ain’t goin’ nowhere, she my bitch

Woah, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah
Woah, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah

Ooh, baby, let me see you
Pullin’ up, drop top with a baddie, it should be you
I done been around the world, but, baby I ain’t seen you
Just us, you know we vibin’
Tell her “Don’t stop”, hop out, keep drivin’
Sayin’ she ain’t goin’ nowhere, she my bi

Gotta say, she ain’t goin’ nowhere, she’s my bitch
Pullin’ up, drop top with a baddie, it should
‘Cause I done been around the world
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Money Man – Coughing Lyrics

Money Man – Coughing ( Lyrics ) Letra Money Man Money Man – Coughing ( Lyrics)
Lyrics by Money Man – “CROPTOBER” © 2023 Black Circle / EMPIRE
Hook

Binary triggers shoot double ‘
Whatever he buyin’, I’m frontin’ double
We just alike if you came from the struggle
Loadin’ these pounds man this shit was a struggle
I ain’t in the trap, come shop in the jungle
If I give you extra, then that mean I love you
Servin’ my white boy, that nigga from Austin
He lit that shit up, and couldn’t stop coughin’
35 P’s in the ?

If twelve search the car, then I’ma finna get bound
Fuck it, we finna stick to the plan
My arabic plug said he apart of Hamas
I know his son, so he lowered the cost
Billionaire nigga from shrooms and crops
Hit up my line, and I ship you a box
Bag for 15 say nothing but capella
We’ll come and spin that bitch like some propellers
Burnin’ on chocolate, we call it Nutella
I’ma be countin’ this broccoli forever
Lightin’ up 22 just like it’s Adam
Glitchin’ the bank out, just like this shit Madden
We stayin’ Sonic, I drink by the gallon
I’ma make M’s from the ?
housing

Verse 1

?
them niggas is Muslim
Secret location, got girls out in Dublin
Grow spot be smellin’ like cherry and onions
Bilingual trap, I be servin’ the Tongan
Crib full of Amazons, I’m sellin’ fungus
Burnin’ that orang weed I call it Sunkist
Apple Pay, we got schemed up in hundreds
China man pull up and drop off a hundred
Get that shit gone nigga, you better dump it
Lodefs or hidefs, tell me I’ll budget
Power bill high, had to make some changes
Gardener school, I got growers in training
Blueberry Mint man this shit tastin’ healthy
Fifty bag shipment PB and Jelly
They buy this shit here as soon as they smell it
Eatin’ a THC waffle for breakfast
Big Money groovy I shift psychedelic
He ran from the trap, but I never confessed it
Half a M from the crypto, you should of invested
I count up some money to fight my depression
Shootin’ myself, I can’t pay for protection
Burnin’ these mints got my Maybach congested
Oregon, Cali I’m havin’ connections
Only big orders, ain’t servin’ no peasants

Hook

Binary triggers shoot double ‘
Whatever he buyin’, I’m frontin’ double
We just alike if you came from the struggle
Loadin’ these pounds man this shit was a struggle
I ain’t in the trap, come shop in the jungle
If I give you extra, then that mean I love you
Servin’ my white boy, that nigga from Austin
He lit that shit up, and couldn’t stop coughin’
35 P’s ?

If twelve search the car, then I’ma finna get bound
Fuck it, we finna stick to the plan
My arabic plug said he apart of Hamas
I know his son, so he lowered the cost
Billionaire nigga from shrooms and crops
Hit up my line, and I ship you a box
Bag for 15, say nothing but capella
We’ll come and spin that bitch like some propellers
Burnin’ on chocolate, we call it Nutella
I’ma be countin’ this broccoli forever
Lightin’ up 22 just like it’s Adam
Glitchin’ the bank out, just like this shit Madden
We stayin’ Sonic, I drink by the gallon
I’ma make M’s from the ?
housing
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