Free Cash by 438Snappy lyrics

Free Cash

438Snappy

GENRE

Rap

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Hook

Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start shit

Hop In The whip wit a stick
In my arm pit

We beat his ass
And he try to squash shit

I’m on the block
Wit a zip of that hi tec

I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet

Lurk on his block
Every day like a stalker

I’m find his bitch ass
Put him in a body bag

Read between the lines
Just like polygraph

Verse
Dip
N
Four flat

Skirt
We on that

Feel like beezy
We hitting hard hat

100 percent flip
Just like a cartwheel

We got the block hot
Just like a sunrise

That nigga on tik tok
We make em kick rock
Nigga run up
100 shots make a bitch Drop

Just like a pot hole
We got a strict code
Jit tried to run up
We took that jit soul

Smooth like a tip toе
Act like a straight hoe
He told on his partna
But hе say that he gang tho


Niggas be sweet
They soft like mangos

Oops pull up
I put in a cheat code

Call up my Chico
Vato name Tito
Clips they fat
Look like burrito

My nigga Versace
Look like the migos

Cool ass choppa
Call it Carlito
We throw a rocket
It like torpedos

We don’t fade niggas
We drive by in stelos

Stop talking bout beef
U really don’t squeeze bro

We was 16 plotting on kilos
Cash in the back of the whip wit a piece tho
Nigga run up he dead diseased hoe
Free cash
Whoopty wu
Rip nino
Rip Chico

Niggas get popped trynna play like they street bro
He peeped thru the blinds
Got shot thru the peep hole


Tie up a nigga like
Suit n tuxedo

We get them chip
Like we work at casino

Lottery ticket
Bih we hit for a kilo

Feeling like curry
We never miss free throw

Beefing wit a nigga
But where is the cheese bro

Cash woulda been came back if it wasn’t for Rico
RIP JayJay
Speak on bro ain’t nun but mellee
Niggas pop out at y’a spot
Make y’a vacate
Screaming out gang gang
We really bang bang
Flexing wit that sack and we taking yo chain chain gang
I’ll never stop screaming out dead game


Hook

Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start shit

Hop In The whip wit a stick
In my arm pit

We beat his ass
And he try to squash shit

I’m on the block
Wit a zip of that hi tec

I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet

Lurk on his block
Every day like a stalker

I’m find his bitch ass
Put him in a body bag

Read between the lines
Just like polygraph

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Old maid by Squash lyrics

Old maid

Squash

GENRE

Pop

SPOTIFY APPLE MUSIC AMAZON MUSIC DEEZER

[Verse 1]
Is it so bad to go out like that?
This old game of solitaire's had me rapt for years, I'm glad
Is it so bad to sit with my screen?
The telephones in reach
So I'll reach it when it rings

[Chorus]
Or these ghosts could take me home, I'm tired of being lonesome
Ghosts take me home, the living think I'm wholesome
But I'd go to hell in spades if I wouldn't be an old maid
My words used to be gold to the ghosts
Please take me home

[Verse 2]
Is it so bad to toss out my cards?
I've got it in my keyboard, commands memorized by heart
I started practicing in spring 2003
You were with me
You were with me

[Verse 3]
These cards don't have a box anymore
The rubber band ball you made for me has long rolled out the door
It's nice to watch the cards one by one slip through the floor
[Chorus]
Ghosts take me home, I'm tired of being lonesome
Ghosts take me home, the living think I'm wholesome
But I'd go to hell in spades if I wouldn't be an old maid

[Verse 4]
I'll look up till my brain breaks every relative that ain't called this way
I'll click each link right to the brink of sanity I'm offering
No shipping fee, for free, this deck of cards
They were grandpa's

[Chorus]
You could take them home, they're tired of being lonesome
You could take them home, they're incomplete, I lost some
And I'll go to hell in spades, but you could play old maid
Please take, take them home

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Starts Right Here by League of Legends lyrics

Starts Right Here

League of Legends

GENRE

Rap

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[Verse 1: Kenny Mason]
How you wan' play it?
How you gon' play it?
When you ain't seen nothin' this player
Me and my squad gon' turn them to squash
Like we don't see no other players
Ain't nothin' to squash, ain't nothing to solve
You play then you already dead
I'm ready to mob, I'm ready to mosh
Ain't moving with nobody scared
Keep pushing my buttons
I might push a button and have my boy push up and slay 'em
Made a decision to enter the lair
You better enter prepared
I seen it vividly, my vision of victory
I kill 'em and split the scene
Click with me and you'll never feel defeat
Learn how to heal from heat

[Pre-Chorus: Kenny Mason]
I showed up to show out (Until the show end)
Bet they wanna know how (I made it a no win)
It's gon' be a blow out (Once I get to blowin')
I do more than blow wind, (Show me my opponent)

[Chorus: Foreign Air & Kenny Mason]
It starts right here (Push up and step on enemies)
And it's a long road up ahead
Better get your steps in now
It starts right here (Ain't no regrets, it's him or me)
And if you wanna be a god it's a long way up
(If you wanna be a god it's a long way)
[Verse 2: Kenny Mason]
I'm too hype to turn down a fight, knock 'em out good night
I brought light, when it was no sight, now no foe in sight
I got stripes down to take a life, won't take it in stride
Ain't no might, ifs, or maybes, I displayed my might
(Yeah) I come to wreck up the game
It's fun but it ain't no game
I son 'em all in a minute I mauled 'em and bit 'em up like he was steak

[Pre-Chorus: Kenny Mason]
I showed up to show out (Until the show end)
Bet they wanna know how (I made it a no win)
It's gon' be a blow out (Once I get to blowin')
I do more than blow wind, show me my opponent

[Chorus: Foreign Air & Kenny Mason]
It starts right here (Push up and step on enemies)
And it's a long road up ahead
Better get your steps in now
It starts right here (Ain't no regrets, it's him or me)
And if you wanna be a god it's a long way up
(If you wanna be a god it's a long way)

[Post-Chorus: Kenny Mason]
Push up and step on enemies
I came to conquer all the energy
Ain't no regrets it's him or me
Blast them away, away
[Verse 3: Kenny Mason]
Once we engage in combat, it ain't really no comeback from that
The squad the angelic slum rats
Came for the cash where the funds at
Came with the swag of a war pack
You see the sword, it's my award
I tried to warn you and your pack
So if I slaughter you it's your bad

[Chorus: Foreign Air & Kenny Mason]
It starts right here (Push up and step on enemies)
And it's a long road up ahead
Better get your steps in now
It starts right here (Ain't no regrets, it's him or me)
And if you wanna be a god it's a long way up
(If you wanna be a god it's a long way)

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Zero Companions by Patmax lyrics

Zero Companions

Patmax

GENRE

Rap

SPOTIFY APPLE MUSIC AMAZON MUSIC DEEZER

I don't trust a mother fuccin soul
I can say that
I done seen things with my eyes
You can’t relate to that
It's real life outchea
I see My momma cry
Cos it's hard outchea
Clap them niggas with that tricking shit
I’m unfamiliar with them hoes that walk around with clothes
Squash these niggas like roaches
You ain't gonna get no fame with no promotion
I'm hoping
I'm a hooper
Like Jordan in his prime
I ain't fucking with no bad boys coming from the pistons
It's hilarious how people act
When they see you face to face
Imma smile back like I just beat the case
This life is a race
It's a journey
I get horny
Cos pussy got my mind made up
You can catch me and my dons at my yard in Lagos
Me and my whole team balling
You can't take us
It’s getting scary
How I tear the beat up
It’s Patmax in the game
Mother fucca in the game
I'm the best in the game
Killing shit left and right
Like I’m planning this shit
I got no companion in this shit
One man army
O.Y.O
On your own mother fucca
Everything is fake
Realise
Only the real will realise

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