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RAX
01:53
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(Hook 1:)
Wake up its back to RAX
Big backwood filled wit heart attack
I don’t even mean to brag
Fendi belt cost a cool lil stack
I just had a spaz attack
Nü age villains boy we on that bag
Road rage Red gut dash
Want two Ms a mill and a mag
(Verse 1:)
Big bands hangin my pants
Nü age stick to the plan
I don’t want friends I want Ms
Travel buy out the land
Big bad wolf you a lamb
Go yard wallet don’t fit all these bands
Jug that man and his mans Pack didn’t touchdown in France
She like my drip told her Bon appetite
4 deep u know me I came wit the heat
10 racks for me cause that money I fiend
Kent loon not fufu stay fuck around from me
Smoking on Russian cream my bitch Russia
Born in Colombia but Chinese my father
rolling up ganja I feel like a Rasta
fucked on yo bitch she said I hit it proper
Riding round town go call up my shottas
I do not give a fuck about you I’m sorry
find you today have you missing tomorrow
She throw that face she know I don’t do convos
i need a queen, Griselda Blanco
Up dog shit dog food like Ralo
I make bands you drown in your sorrows
(Hook 2:)
Wake up its back to RAX
Big backwood filled wit heart attack
I don’t even mean to brag
Fendi belt cost a cool lil stack
I just had a spaz attack
Nü age villains boy we on that bag
Road rage Red gut dash
Want two Ms a mill and a mag
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Dirty Money ft. HOODLUM
02:39
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(Verse1: Kent Loon)
I'm on the road, it's on the flo
Paid my lawyer bwoi that case closed
I brought in hope, then got the doe
Walk on water bwoi I turned shit gold
Probably in prada wit all my folks
Might get a coat Moncler coat
Walk in the trap you know the code:
(Shhhhhh)
She fuckin and suckin I play with the kitty
Red blood cup I spill in the city
Smokin that fye bwoi u can’t hit it
Take yo bitch bwoi I’m so petty
They stabbed me in my back like Jason I ain’t friendly
I’m counting 50 100s and 20s
I’m smokin biscotti, you purple punch spliffin
Iun even think they feel me
Red cup sippin barbarian
Bwoi I keep hittin like Barry
This loud pack in the air
Break that bank then bury it
I’m a big dog you scary
Need blue hunnas necessary
Kent Loon ball like curry
Comeback kid i need like 30
(Hook1x: Kent Loon)
Smell the loud pack in the air its early
Spent 5 bands on my fit like its worthless
No nü friends iun trust em make me nervous
Made 10k today I’m working
Rinse that bitch that money so dirty
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Exotic
01:54
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I’m smoking exotic in different locations
baby be patient
She wanna f*ck before I become famous
Set up arrangements
6 in a box that shit gone the same day
need me a spaceship
tell you shop open you come choose the flavor
Nü age the family we do not count favors
F*ck my ex I’m chasing blue faces
Bitch so bad lord know I can’t save her
Rollin up gas and you know I’m gon face it
Florida to UK they hear it just face it
25k red guts I’ll take it Gave my momma 20, 20 more on the way now
Kent Loon Sean Jean Diddy in the playground
Riding round town bussin jugs all day now
Ridin to high in the highway
Big blue Benjis in my pockets like a thigh pad
5-6 bitches on my phone iun need nun
10-15 on his head get his face gone
These rappers pussy they should come with a tampon
All this damn work gon bounce like a band drum
Shawty wanna wipe her nose with the dandruff
Bro got 4 of the tek in a fanta
I just want bread and head the in the phantom
47th flo I’m ghost Danny phantom
Pissy stink pack gon spread like cancer
Henny with the xan she gon turn to a dancer
Chanel waist boy I’m feeling so handsome
Gave my momma 20, 20 more on the way now
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Smoking on picture perfect, watch me paint a perfect picture
Asked her if she love me more then she love the prescriptions
She don’t know my name, but she know I got big boy chicken
Damn she love to sin, but her red bottoms say they Christian
10-12 plates a day they go missin
I don’t sip crown, throw the key inside the river
Ima finger fuck the bank, I got sweet tooth for this chicken
Ima superstar you can not meet me just to kick it
(Chester Verse:1)
Visions of lambos. Visions of Vehicles.
I rise from dead like my name was beetlejuice.
Nike my check, praying for victory over evildoers.
Floating through the clouds.
I’m amazed.
Staying grounded but dazed.
Moving gracefully through the crowd of the day
Moving at night and i feel surrounded by space
Lazily shrouded in haze
Legendary, the type you might just put my crown in case
(Kent verse:2)
I done made too much in two months I was itchin
Price too high, its a drought in ya city
Bring it down sunny flawda fuck around we’ll mob in inside the building
Big blue hunnits boi they stuck to the ceiling
(Chester Verse:2)
Eyes stuck to the ceiling
Mind rushin
A million miles up
But i’m chillin, high as fuck
I be praying my family, i be praying for my brothers
Understand, if you feel me, i’m just saying what i must
(Kent Verse:3)
Big blue hunnits they stick together
we do no face no case better
Flip that pack I need the extras
Big boi chicken lemme make my special
2 Qps the cost of my sweater
I make cheese that mozzarella
Fuck around don’t make me go drop on a bezel
I’m up early lemme look at my schedule
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