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Hopped Out​/​Philippe

by Peachcurls

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1.
Hopped Out 02:16
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
2.
Philippe 03:45
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
3.
Right Lane 02:54
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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released April 2, 2021

Songwriter: Antonio Maclin Jr.
Mix Engineer: Spencer Martin
Artwork: Ra Lee

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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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