[Young Daddy Twizz] Coco, champagne, side bitch, MDMA, then I run (All night) End of the season, new one's just begun (All right) I'm in the hustle game (Get all the paper) He's in the hustle game (Get all the paper) Strangers in the club, they know my name Jazz life, it bringing me fame Got 56Gs in my trumpet That's two oz. now out of my face [JEEB] Fishy make a porno Livery di Giorno Josey Yoko Ono Bitch I get a porno Bitch I'm everywhere I do not get the FOMO Bitch I'm everywhere When Twizzy plays the horno [YDT] I'm living the Lush Life Lush Life

[¥eet Jarrett] I met you at the Trader Joe's I didn't know you's just a hoe I got you with them Jo-jos I know you like Philly Joe I got that shit on hold Something 'bout these sugar rolls Goddamn cigarillos on hold Na na na na I'm fucking you in my home You know you give good dome Something bout you makes me wanna Take you all the way home Take you all the way home Take you all the way home Come to my place Take you all the way home Take you all the way home Take you all the way home We got Mario Kart (Double Dash, yeah) On the Switch (Up and down) You know I'm never gonna Call you a bitch I know that you're not the kind of girl To tell me That you wanna Get a rimjob from Steven Seagal From Steven Steven Segal I know you don't like that Steven Steven Segal [JEEB] Steven Segal, yeah He's gonna fight you in the bathroom It's the only room that you can take him Cause he's afraid of mirrors, yeah

[JEEB] Sitting there, staring at my telephone Hitting up the bitches with the titties made of silicone I'm home alone Purple drank, double cup, styrofoam Tryna get the hot line but I only get the dial tone Two dude, two 'ludes, too soon to tag team her You snooze, you lose, backstage with Brainfeeder Got a lot of chops from the wood I shed Done a lot of dumb shit I should probably be dead Got the studio and hustle where I break my bread Fucking hard with them bitches How I break my bed Yeah I know you feeling it My flow to deep in it I dug my grave and now I'm gonna go to sleep in it I make my tracks, no backing tracks, not Abersold, iReal Pro I popped a tab, I'm tripping bad, my data sold by Google Laying down the changes on this bitch cause she a nympho Wanna know the changes? Let me hit you with that info

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[CHORUS] [AV] I don't give no thoughts to these thots We just talk a lot All them bitches up on my cock So we fuck a lot Keep my mind off doomsday clock So we fuck a lot Alphabet, a force that can't be stopped We the Juggernaut [JEEB] Ima fight you, you can't fight me Got my lawyers up your heiney Up the back Where he at? I'm on my cloud yeah, you can't find me My girl's off her meds again She cried and give me head again Shit is fucked so I rough her up Then I'm reaching for my medicine I wasn't shooting to kill Zimmerman, hope that you filled out your will I'ma rid the world of ill Bringing you peace in the form of a pill It ain't easy keeping it trill Purple drinking Kool-Aid, Jonestown thrill Drink it up till you have your fill Then I'll let you in on what's the deal It goes 24/7 on the doomsday clock World world class haircut, only leave the top Sterilize, euthanize, cream of the crop And we prap-a-pop-pop and the normies will drop Cause their cell phone is a time bomb They won't die young, but they won't live long Got my bank roll on my mind, son Get my Waymo and we ride on [Chorus] [JEEB] Yeah Lie with me Cry with me Soon you will die with me Miserly piracy Fuck all your privacy Close to Insanity Irwin’s seen better days Crikey, a manta ray Assault and battery See you on Saturday Dick in secretary Thank you miss Natalie Triple her salary Murder her family Grease up with margarine Easy to get it in All I can do is win Is that unsettling Silicone veteran Rolling and Dennis, son Pussy and venison Get me my medicine Digital bedouin Scraping the sediment Hannibal Lectering Nuking the testies Harder than heroin I can rest easy I'm wiping baka gaijin chrome killing pink The kill makes me think Oops that’s my kink (oops thats my kink) [Young Daddy Twizz] Uh Daddy Twizzler's in the bitch Uh Yeah you know the boy is rich Uh Daddy Twizzler's in the bitch Uh Yeah you know the boy is rich Uh Daddy Twizzler's in the bitch Uh Yeah you know the boy is rich Uh Daddy Twizzler's in the bitch Uh Yeah you know it's not a glitch Bitch don't give me hate Bitch don't be so crass I pull a .38 and pop a cap in your ass But don't worry son, if I shoot I won't miss Put the gun to your head, pull the trigger like this Sweat burnt walls With your boots turning red Yeah stop shooting Bitch you gonna eat lead Yeah start running Tell everyone you fled Yeah keep playing, bitch, you end up dead (Yeah keep playing, bitch, you end up dead) [Calico] The following verse is premium content To unlock these bars, please PayPal $5.99 to 514aesthetic@gmail.com Thank you for choosing Alphabet Inc. Have a great day! [CHORUS]

[S-Dawg the Haughtest] Uh Fuck me in the morning, like Charles Bukowski One of them writer types Like a satellite around L.A. Drifting through the night In a BMr (Kept me up all night) You know I'm a main schemer (But this beat sounds so nice, sounds so nice) Hopping like a lemur (When she woke up she said She said Here we go) Early in the morning She said fuck me Just fuck me Uh She said fuck me Just, just, just Early in the morning She said fuck me Just fuck me Please don't love me Just fuck me (Early in the morning) Fuck me Don't love me Just fuck me My boyfriend don't fuck me like you fuck me He just love me (Early in the morning) She said fuck me Just fuck me [JEEB] Ey Yeah she said fuck me like you love me You don't love me I'm just ugly, yeah I'm just ugly like Bukowski Why you fuck me while you fuck me? Yeah Got that ham on rye Smashing that ta-pie Girl you know, want to smash it Then it is bye bye [S-Dawg] Fuck me Don't love me My boyfriend don't fuck me like you fuck me So just fuck me Yeah you ugly just fuck me (Early in the morning) Fuck me Don't love me Just fuck me My boyfriend don't fuck me like you fuck me So just love me Oh, fuck me Yeah you ugly like Bukowski Just fuck me I don't give a fuck I'm about to get a nut I'm about to get a nut [JEEB] Livin' up in L.A. Eating ham on rye Writing shit every day [S-Dawg] Bukowski Yeah, you ugly Gimme… fuck me [JEEB] Yeah She said Fuck like Bukowski I don't care, yeah, if you're ugly Just want you to fuck me, baby Will you fuck me? Will you fuck me? Gimme that big ass if you want to Miss me with that pass if you want to Gimme that dick, yeah Gonna give you that dick, yeah Give you that dick, yeah Other side of the alley Alley-oop

[¥eet Jarrett] We live in a society Where I fuck your mans up while I yell at trees It's a catastrophe My dick gets hard when I stare at bees Bees on my racks Bees on my gat Bees in my trap Bees in my rap Bees on my racks Bees on my gat Bees in my trap Bees in my rap Bees on my racks Bees on my gat Bees in my trap Bees in my rap Bees in my rap Bees on my racks Bees on my gat Bees in my trap Trees full of sap [S-Dawg the Haughtest] Trees full of sap The sticky icky green Hang with Lauren Rudy and we flick her bean A million other workers on my motherfucking team It's all about getting that honey I move the keys Like Theo Sunny End of the day, you know we make that money Fucking your hoe Making you look real funny Fuck you up Like a crash test dummy [¥eet Jarrett] Pineapple on my dick (Dick! Dick!) She call it a cello That shit existential (Dick!) I call it Othello Your girl crying on the phone She get the dial tone Cause the only thing on my mind Is a fucking bee hive [CHORUS] Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Every fucking day! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! What y'all bitches say? Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Don't disrespect my queen! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Don't disrespect my queen! [S-Dawg] Disrespect, you get stung I run a fucking spike right through your lungs Let it bleed out, leave you rotting in the sun Dipping the scene, I walk, I don't run But I fly high Roll some trees till my third eye dies Chilling out with my bees, fly guys Drifting the Buick, you know we gotta do it We ride till we die [JEEB] Shake your ass bitch and show me to the hunnies, yeah Shake your ass bitch and show me to the hunnies, yeah Population dying, yeah you know it's not funny Just shake your ass bitch and show me to the hunnies, yeah [CHORUS]