Founds total 15 songs
Lip Gloss
Yeah (it's poppin, it's poppin,). Okay, yeah (it's poppin, it's poppin.). I gotta ask 'em, 'cause if I don't (it's poppin, it's poppin,). I don't know (it's poppin, it's poppin.).
Make It Hot
I, I came to put it down. Straight from New York to da A-Town. Haters wanna see me down. I ain't even put, put, put it down. . And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-Oh.
Lip Gloss [acappella]
Mama what wrong?. I just I want to be apart of the cool crowd,. I just feel like I don't have what it takes. I have something here for you,. this lip-gloss worked for me.
Broken Pieces
You fill me. . In the mirror, I'm lookin' at the shadow. If I bash her, I'll probably would just shatter. Broken pieces that represent my heart. Broken pieces keep fallin' from my heart.
Connie-o
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Slums
We represent the slums, alright. . Let's get this motherfucker crunkin' from Kentucky to Baghdad. Ya pops was always gone but that didn't make him a bad dad.
Set It Out
Smoked the bong to the bang and got crunk. Shorty with the thong and the chain's about to get nutty. From my song my hands, I ain't tryna be ya buddy.
Sell It Out
Smoked the bong to the bang and got drunk. Shorty with the thong and the chain's about to get nutty. From my song my hands, I ain't tryin be ya buddy.
One Forty
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed. 'Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my mind can reach. The level of the game that we die to see. I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free.
My Ride
Yo, feelin' easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs. Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like some blades. Play her like a pimp typa nigga, ain't me.
Kentucky Mud
Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump really loud. Puff skunk in the back of the junk get really live. Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump really loud. Puff skunk in the back of the junk get really live.
Hustla
Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke. Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost. At 3 a.m., they told up stop, we got it real real, to the top.
Blowin' Trees
Yes sir. Nappy roots. Well I gotta go. Aww alright. . I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in. So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within. It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear.
Ballin' On A Budget
I'm just a big bang baller on a budget. Dank weed, smokin' like 'fuck it'. City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from Kentucky. Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', chicken closs for the lucky.
Aw Naw
Yo, ha ha Nappy Roots. Awnaw. . Awnaw, hell naw, boy. Man, y'all done up and done it. Awnaw, hell naw, boy. Y'all done up and done it. . Awnaw, hell naw, boy.
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