1. |
Hopped Out
02:16
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Baby, I'm the man, hoe
Fuck what you stand fo'
I ain't never damn told
These niggas singing like Vandross
Remember I was damn po'
Used to sleep on the damn flo'
Now this damn flow
Got yo bitch all on the dance flo'
Yellow bitch looking like Tweety
She keep me baked like a ziti
We chain-smoke like an addiction meeting
My brain broke, my attention depleting
Know a nigga mad I made it
Mad cuz a nigga creative
Know I gotta keep the .380
But I can't aim it
Because a nigga faded (yeah)
Hopped out the womb
Roll it up, weed I'm gon' consume
I do what it do
I'm Anna Greene, tell me, who are you
I hopped out the womb
Her booty bouncing when she heard my tunes
I do what it do
Swimming in that coochie like a pool
Outta my way
I done smoked outta my face
This was a mistake
Make something shake
Cuz y'all niggas jake
Doing it like this since '08, yeah
Nigga ain't gaining no weight, yeah
Alone like masturbation
Tell me why these niggas be hatin'
Roll up green
So obscene
I serve up peen
You know I'm heem
I glow and gleam
You blowing steam
Manolo tings
Why she on team
Niggas talk a lot but we gon' see
Money gimme big head: Chico Bean
Why you looking at me with mug on mean
My niggas stomp you out then reconvene
Hopped out the womb
Roll it up, weed I'm gon' consume
I do what it do
I'm Anna Greene, tell me, who are you
I hopped out the womb
Her booty bouncing when she heard my tunes
I do what it do
Swimming in that coochie like a pool
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2. |
Philippe
03:45
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just heard your songs, I was not impressed
I used to have a job in the Diamond District
Never sold rocks, but I still know the block
You ain't never seen this fob you gotta hold it different
You won't catch me alone cuz I got a check
Money keep me company, Nina protect me
Cleaning out my daddy room found a Patek-Philippe
It taught me one thing, I don't do this just for me
She gon' make everything right when the time comes
Quit all the whining baby wind I'm on a time crunch
We can just buy stuff, so they wanna try us
Burn the rubber off the tire smoking fire
No Sharp objects in the whip the seats Italian
Same color fish fillet my pockets scallion
I got some niggas that's gon' spray they need some counseling
Hold up, it feel like 500 degrees
Throw up, you really down, I wanna see
They know us, It's Anna Greene, I'm from the east
I show up drop off a pack and feed the streets
They ain't seen these make the scene freeze when I step out
If that ass mean it might be a breeze to get some clout
Nigga told me what he need and then I kneed him in his mouth
I do everything that's why I receive a big amount
I just heard your songs, I was not impressed
I used to have a job in the Diamond District
Never sold rocks, but I still know the block
You ain't never seen this fob you gotta hold it different
You won't catch me alone cuz I got a check
Money keep me company, Nina protect me
Cleaning out my daddy room found a Patek-Philippe
It taught me one thing, I don't do this just for me
What you know about riding on that thang
Fuck a cop, I see a opp, I let it bang
See a thot, I had to stop, she give me brain
I text my girl, I be like, "Bae, I can explain!"
I'm that nigga
That nigga with the whole village with 'em
Eastside middle finger in every picture
Bird flipper, where I reside, twist up my fingers
You can't fuck wit me
I came up luckily
You should've trusted me
It's ugly
Free my dawgs in custody
They got my cousin
He been locked up my whole life
He came home I couldn't even hug him
Whoa, ay, we do the damn thang
Go insane, stronger strains
Presidential like Hussein
Coming clean
Anna Greene pull up on addy wit my team.
He was mad cuz his bitch calling me daddy when she scream
I need to get paid I don't like to be played with
They say talk is cheap, so we don't speak the same language
I remember days when I used to lay in anguish
Had to scrape up coins just to get a ham sandwich from the corner sto'
We ain't broke no mo'
Run it up like I'm Flo-Jo
Cup 'bout to overflow
Move that ass in slow-mo
Move that ass in slow-mo
I just heard your songs, I was not impressed
I used to have a job in the Diamond District
Never sold rocks, but I still know the block
You ain't never seen this fob you gotta hold it different
You won't catch me alone cuz I got a check
Money keep me company, Nina protect me
Cleaning out my daddy room found a Patek-Philippe
It taught me one thing, I don't do this just for me
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3. |
Right Lane
02:54
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You say I'm always playing games
What a way to shift the blame
Don't come back ain't nothing changed
Right lane, right lane
Right lane, right lane
It's too sensitive to text
Cut the shit and cut the check
You gon' give me my respect
Right lane, right lane
Right lane, right lane
Melanin one-of-one
Shawty got the key to my skeleton
You don't wanna be alone when the summer come
She done left yo ass at home and gave the drummer some
Toxic shit, now you
Want a bitch drop it low like Xiaoyu
Send a nude, maybe save it to the cloud too
She gon' show you how to
Throw a little change
Call her out her name
Find another one but it'll never be the same
Fucked another nigga, but I guess he was a lame
Too much, I'm tryna figure out why I came back
I guess I want my things back
But this ain't that
I just want some brain with no strings attached
Ain't this where you supposed to thank me at
You say I'm always playing games
What a way to shift the blame
Don't come back ain't nothing changed
Right lane, right lane
Right lane, right lane
It's too sensitive to text
Cut the shit and cut the check
You gon' give me my respect
Right lane, right lane
Right lane, right lane
You say I'm always playing games
What a way to shift the blame
Don't come back ain't nothing changed
Right lane, right lane
Right lane, right lane
Are you home alone
Are you home alone
You say I'm always playing games
What a way to shift the blame
Don't come back ain't nothing changed
Right lane, right lane
Right lane, right lane
It's too sensitive to text
Cut the shit and cut the check
You gon' give me my respect
Right lane, right lane
Right lane, right lane
I'll give it up for just one last time
I'll give it up, say that you'll be mine
Are you home alone
Are you home alone
I'll give it up for one last time
I'll give it, say that you'll be mine
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Peachcurls Cleveland, Ohio
I can't write about myself in third-person and feel genuine. This is the internet, and ain't no rules so it's first-person.
I'm Peachcurls from Cleveland, OH. EASTSIDE! I make music off the MacBook Pro.
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