1. |
Front Door
03:14
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(Intro):
Yeaaah, yeaaah, yeaaah x 7
(Verse 1):
Yeah you know I'm stackin'
Never ever lackin'
Tell that little hoe to pull up if she wants some action
I've been moving forward, I ain't never going back there
Only 19, and this year's been a good year
Imma' blow like good, yeah
I feel like it ain't fair
I feel like I do to much for n****s that ain't been there
But I'll still ride for you, I'll still cry for you
If it came down to it, probably hold a 9 for you
But I feel like, we ain't got too much in common
I feel like you giving me too much drama
I feel like you giving into the gossip
Not tryna' be rude, but know not all ya problems, my problems
(Hook):
I'm just tryna' make this shit clear
I don't give a fuck if you go or if you're here
Gucci on my face, so you know this shit rare
It's Henny in my system, so you know I don't care
(Chorus):
Doo, doo, doo, oh, ooh
Askin' how my heart's so cold
Doo, doo, doo, oh, ooh
I've been here smoking o's
You said you want to up and go
You ain't got nowhere to go
I don't really care, but all I know is that yo bags waiting at the front door
(Bridge):
See, see I've been real as shit
You can't be real for shit
Always so quick to switch
Know it got to be that bitch
If I see her, it's lit
(Verse 2):
Yeah, you know that I'm on it
I wanted so many things, let you know all about it
I've been so faded that all I'm seeing is cloud
You know that when I pull up, they all showing out
I can't see why, you won't be mine
I don't need that, but you know I'll be back
No, noo ,noo, nooo, no, nooo x 7
(Chorus):
Doo, doo, doo, oh, ooh
Askin' how my heart's so cold
Doo, doo, doo, oh, ooh
I've been here smoking o's
You said you want to up and go
You ain't got nowhere to go
I don't really care, but all I know is that yo bags waiting at the front door
(Outro):
Yeaaah, yeaaah, yeaaaah x 7
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2. |
Message
03:04
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bitch
Yea
Message
Im not the one to be messed with
Stressin
Im not the type to be stressin
shit I check em
Thats right I forget em
On these hoes I'm flexin
On these hoes I'm flexin
I hope you get the message
Ah
I hope you get the message
I hope you get the message
Ah , ah , ah,
I hope you get the message
I hope you get the message
Ah , ah
That hoe poppin pain killers
I been with some real killers
Dont post me ass you woman crush
you know I dont deal with you
I can't do this shit no more
I really need some space
And when you give me space
Dont want you all up in my face
And don't you watch my story tryna see where we be at
you tryna get a follow back ill never hit you back
Lit nigga, acting like I'm rich n****
You aint doing shit with your life lurkin on my twitter
You aint doing shit thats why you wife sucking on my n****s
Sleeping on the floor and spend your last for the sprite n****
You thought that you made me but last time I checked I been littta
You are not my type
You will never pipe
Never in your life
Message
Im not the one to be messed with
Stressin
Im not the type to be stressin shit
I check em
Thats right I forget em
On these hoes I'm flexin
On these hoes I'm flexin
I hope you get the message
Ah
I hope you get the message
I hope you get the message
Ah
Ah
Ah yea
I hope you get the message
I hope you get the message
Crosses on my motherfuckin body
Thought I told you I don't need nobody
They keep calling
Ima keep declining
Wish somebody come and try me
But to me I keep em speechless
I could give a fuck about them chickens that you be with
Cause I know that I'm that bitch that you gon' wanna leave with
20 years old you said I'm grown like Angelina, you fiending
i see it
Message
Im not the one to be messed with
Stressin
Im not the type to be stressin shit
I check em
Thats right I forget em
On these hoes I'm flexin
On these hoes I'm flexin
I hope you get the message
Ah
I hope you get the message
I hope you get the message
Ah
Ah
Ah yea
I hope you get the message
I hope you get the message
Bitch
Dont send me texts
Cause you know like
How these phones be
Ima just leave you on read
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3. |
1090
02:34
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Yaaaa, oohh yaaa, ooh ohh ya, yaaa ohh ohhh
Broke boys really make me nervous now
Paper steady stacking and thats why I see em lurking round
See them trying to be all buddy buddy with my circle now
No niggas round me unless they gotta fucking purpose now
Didnt want to fuck with me they asking where the features now
They think Im moving funny I just told em I peep it now, keep it down
You dont want me spilling all your details now
Thought that I was grimy then, but Im even more grimy now
Oo Im grimy now, oo Im grimy now, oo im grimy now, Im ten ninty real grimy, real grimy now,
ten ninty real grimy, ten ninty now, real grimy now
Im gonna break your heart before I leave
Tell me what you want Ill never be it, ill never be it
I can really turn you into pieces
I pick you up I fuck it up and then Im leaving
Dont you ever ask if you can keep it
And if they ask me im gonna treat you like a secret
Tell me where you at and whenever you need it
You not my man dont think thats how you getting treated
And he think that im that bitch when Im in his speakers
If you send me a text you know Ill never read it
I dont think that these n****s really fucking feel me
But Im just getting money now thats why Im grimy
And all these bitches wanna be on all my timing
Ya n**** only last six seconds like he vining
And I dont think these n****s really right behind me
I think they wanna eat up off me and align me
But Im gonna break your heart before I leave
Tell me what you want Ill never be it, ill never be it yaa
I can really turn you into pieces, yaa
I pick you up I fuck it up and then Im leaving, yaa
Oo Im grimy now, oo Im grimy now, oo im grimy now, Im ten ninty real grimy, real grimy now,
ten ninty real grimy, ten ninty now, real grimy now
Im gonna break your heart before I leave
Ill never be it
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4. |
Tags with LevyGrey
03:04
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(Intro: Abby Jasmine)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Intro Verse: Abby Jasmine)
I don't even pop pills but I think Imma' need one tonight
Wasn't checkin' for me back then, want to book me now, got to talk to Vice
Told me I'm getting lit now, but I been poppin' all my fuckin' life
I ain't never had to get nobody pussy just so they would act right
(Verse 1: Abby Jasmine)
Mind playin' them ticks,
I aint even tryna' trip
Cause' I got ball players in my call log and I don't even answer them shits
I got models all in my whip, Bacardi all in my system
She want the life that I live, I told that lil' bitch, come and get it
(Hook: Abby Jasmine):
I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly all night
I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly
I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly all night
I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly
(Verse 2: LevyGrey)
Yeah, I told trap mom, when she touch down, hit my line
I been hip since way back, when we all had vine
I got gang tats on my neck, they know my vibe
If they switch up on us, ain't no press rewind
I went and copped me a freezer
Ice on my neck, gave me fever
I think I need me a heater
I'll pick up his bitch in a beamer
Her and the whip got they top off
Both of them bitches is teasin'
(Verse 3: Abby Jasmine)
Imma' need someone to play for me
I got demons, tryna' keep em' way from me
I got n****s tryna' take away from me
And that's why they always got the drink for me
N****, yaaa yeah
And that's why I got the gang with me
I'll bang for my n****s, cause' I know my n****s do the same for me, aim for me
N**** yaaa yeah
And I'm rolling up the fronto
I don't care how you gettin' me my money, pronto
I'll be countin' hunnits up until I'm done
And when there's henny in my cup, girl I can't do no wrong
(Hook: Abby Jasmine)
I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly all night
I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly
I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly all night
I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly
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5. |
Why U Mad
03:48
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(Intro):
Yaaa
Why you mad
yaaa
Wooo
Yaaaa
Yaaaa
Yaaaa
(Chorus):
Tell that hoe why you mad
Why you mad
I hit the mall, I do my dance
And then I hop out do the dash
Tell that hoe, why you mad
Why you mad
I just might go out to France
I might buy your man a Benz
Tell that hoe why you mad
(Verse 1):
Check my shoes, check my jeans, check my shirt
I come in first
Ain't talking corporate when I say my n**** selling work
And nah, nah you ain't got to dig it, but we do the dirt
I hit the dash, and then I skirt my n****s moving first
Who ain't first, call like Gucci bird, who is her
I told them do not come around here, this my universe
Fendi purse, switch it up on me
She only trying to come around to fuck my n****s fucking her
Bitch you so broke, getcho' dough, I got mo'
All my n****s out here selling dope, so we can stay and float
If you need me, you can meet me, I'll be at the corner store
And I got it on the low, all these bitches, they some hoes
Wait, I am the goat, your hoe only good for the dope
She said her n**** don't want me, so tell me why her nigga hitting my phone
Ima just flex till I'm old, 30k for a coat, petty for no long, borrow your man like a loan
Then tell him to leave me alone
(Chorus):
Tell that hoe why you mad
Why you mad
I hit the mall, I do my dance
And then I hop out do the dash
Tell that hoe, why you mad
Why you mad
I just might go out to France
I might buy your man a Benz
Tell that hoe why you mad
Why you mad, why you mad, why you mad (X4)
(Verse 2):
I see why she mad, she see me with the fucking bag again
She copped the same fit, I guess these bitches jackin' swag again
120 on the dash, you can't catch me in the trap again
Ridin down navaros, on the grams, in a plastic bag
In a perfect world, Ill pour a penny in a vad again
Then ill pull up on Donald Trump, and shoot him in the abdomen
Fuck a pacifist, I pacifist to any bitch that think her mouth wont get her hit
You roll up lips, I roll up zips
You don't have any bitches in your whip
Listen up lil' bitch, bring your lungs lil bitch, we roll up lil bitch
And we run up lil' bitch, so don't talk tell lil' bitch
I pull up you dip
Ball like I can't miss
Two bands for the fit
You can't flex like this
Ya that's why she
(Chorus):
Tell that hoe why you mad
Why you mad
I hit the mall, I do my dance
And then I hop out do the dash
Tell that hoe, why you mad
Why you mad
I just might go out to France
I might buy your man a Benz
Tell that hoe why you mad
Why you mad
I hit the mall, I do my dance
And then I hop out do the dash
Tell that hoe, why you mad
Why you mad
I just might go out to France
I might buy your man a Benz
Tell that hoe why you mad
(Outro):
Bitchhh, bitchh, bitchh, hoee, bitchh, bitchh, bitchh
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6. |
No Hook
02:10
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(Intro):
Yaa
Bitch
Suck my..dick ... Trap mom
Suck my motherfucking dick, I hate all yall motherfucking hoes
ya
Oh my god bitch
(Verse 1):
I feel like a fucking savage, I dont love that n****, love that n**** cuz he came with too much
baggage,
only bag I like is if its lavish,
I just rolled an 8th in a wood, and I don't think I'm gonna pass it
Hop up out the catty in new fashion
I feel like a princess got a white hoe sniffin' coca in my palace
Fendi on my feet like its New Balance
Why she steppin' up to me like she a challenge
I need bout a bout milli and it hit my balance
Wait did you get it
I just left the bank wit' a stack
Where yo bread is
I just see yo bitch with the gang
Leg spread it
Suckin on that dick like she tryna fix her credit
Don't clean up after dog n****s, they too messy
School a weak hoe, if she ever try to test me
Talkin' down on me, but they ain't never met me
Water on my wrist, ya I think I need a..
(Verse 2):
Pull up to the function, and I'm flexing on my exy
If you gonna try and diss me, say it with your chest B
Trying to link, Im in the telly later with your bestie
If I get a nine im a motherfucking test it
Bitch, Im balling harder than the motherfucking espies
Catch me in the tesla, rolling up in the backseat
Wait, whachu' doing
Took her to my blood house, and now she think she boolin'
Feel like Tom when I be crusin, who you foolin
If I cared about you then I'm loosin
Got a bad bitch, I just let her do all the shootin
Who bitch, Bitch I'm Abby fucking Jasmine
What it do bitch
And I don't gotta' move so cocky, but I do bitch
Vicey brought that hoe around like she a new bitch
But I just been looking at her like she a new lick
(Outro):
Bitchhhh
Eat a dickk
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7. |
IN2
02:26
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(Intro):
Yeah, yeah
I've been smoking more
I've been rollin' more
I've been out on tour
You hit me, I ignore
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Chorus):
I've been smokin' more
Just, cause that's what I'm into
You hit me, I ignore
Just, cause that's what I'm into
And I don't want to talk no, it isn't that simple
It's too late for me now to care about what you into
(Verse 1):
Yo, let's make a deal
For one night, let's just be honest
I know that you see the problems, but what you gon' do about them
Tell me how you feel
Sippin' on more Bacardi, you touchin' all on my body
No I don't
How you get me here? How you get me here?
Got me in my bag, when I should be in the field
I don't give a fuck about them bitches, they ain't real
Long as you know that when you come home, it's always here
(Hook):
I've been smoking more
I've been out on tour
You hit me, I ignore
Give a fuck about these whores
If you ask me what we are, I'm feeling like I'm unsure
Ask me who's it is, imma' always say it's yours
(Chorus):
I've been smoking more
Just, cause that's what I'm into
You hit me, I ignore
Just, cause that's what I'm into
And I don't want to talk no, it isn't that simple
It's too late for me now to care about what you into
I've been smoking more
Just, cause that's what I'm into
You hit me, I ignore
Just, cause that's what I'm into
And I don't want to talk no, it isn't that simple
It's too late for me now to care about what you into
(Verse 2):
I could give a fuck about what you into
Ever since we ended, you've been acting like a bitch too
If we gonna' front, let them know that yo shit on rent too
Never thought that you would help me out here with my
Never thought that you would be the n**** that I flexed on
But now I see I got to keep my foot up on their necks, yeah
I don't got to worry about you lying in my texts, yeah
Now I'm gonna take this time and roll up my regrets, yeah
*lighter flicks*
(Chorus):
I've been smoking more
Just, cause that's what I'm into
You hit me, I ignore
Just, cause that's what I'm into
And I don't want to talk no, it isn't that simple
It's too late for me now to care about what you into
(Outro): m,
Oh, let's do the, the blunt thing
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Abby Jasmine New York
Abby Jasmine is a 20-year old multi-talented artist from Staten Island, NY. She grew a following on social media with her short skits and contagious humor. Abby was always involved in music, but only recently started to take her career as a musician seriously. Between the first few freestyles and recent original material, Abby has found a way to make her personality shine through her music. ... more
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