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SAVE ON SPOTIFY: https://emyedaone.com/spotify Watch the lyric videos: https://emyedaone.com/youtube Produced & Mixed by EMYE Hook I see this pretty lil mama don't know how to act I bet her mama & daddy don't even know that Oh girl, you betta back it up or you won't see no cash So le'me see that back drop Let me see that back Verse 1 C'mon, now bring that back Turn it all around & bend that back// Straight in my face that's where I recommend that back// All that clapping damn girl what is in that back? Shake ya ho-tail (hotel) so I can get to check-in that back// There ain't a back in sight that I don't want// So shorty le'me take a bite off that ba-donk donk// I got cash though, so grab that pole// And let.me.see you shake your tail just like a tad-pole// Verse 2 Shorty got it poppin’ like a hooptie// She keeps that body rocking from Wednesday to Tuesday// Gotdang bust it down like Blueface/ Your booty's got your boy smiling like toothpaste// It's good taste, don't give a damn what ya dude say// You look great, I'ma get u cracked like goose eggs// Shorty got a Badazz like Boosie// Pause… c'mon take it off// Shorty turn me on, got me all alone// And she hoppin' on till day break of dawn// I love the you swooning when you make those sounds// Oh girl you got us booming like a megaphone// (give it to me now) Open ya mouth - let it down like a water spout Lemme turn you out when I pop like I'm Rittenhouse// Taking every ounce, let it bounce/ Get it in - badabing badabang badabing bada boom-boom Verse 3 (300 REZ) Shorty bouncing on a nigga like a 6-4 Threw the cash, she gassed up - no Citgo Neva a skinny chick I always keep a thick ho I like it fast, so keep it up with the tempo Get it good, get it right, so get it tight I got long bread, it's gon' be a long night I stay fly, I keep planes that take flight Baby girl looking good, it's gon' be tonight She don't want the cash I guess she wants the pipe No construction site, shorty so nice Hope it ain't a price, but I got the cash And I stay right and you know that Better get ready, finna throw a party - no confetti Head to feet she so sexy She know she's my type So I guess she gon' be my wife

Young Noah Verse Yo I was born ready, born again heavy Way to weighty in the script' - so beyond deadly I try to tell'em but these young boys' all petty I'm tryna save a life, you tryna stack fetty-wap I can't be stopped when the beat’s hot I've been doing this since tall white tees dropped Back when I had the Dodge, plain clothes, Cops…’ In the City with 50 of slab of hard white rock - you square You are not prepared, you are not aware Run up on me.. I will not be scared What’s a rap battle to me? Boy I wrestle with demons, you do not want to see’em On the block tryna free’em I got a special set of skills like Liam And I’ll come find you just to remind I done paid my dues like high school I’m the king underground like fossils Emye Verse C'mon you know I'm up in the zone when I do that mic--// aphone like I'm abusing it, oh but it feels so nice/ I ain’t wrong to use that line on a song that's repping Christ// But they roll me out in public & stone me right on sight// Cuz home is where I’m always gon’ find my worse critics// My words they peep it & quick to Misfit like a Reject// I have to regrets, since I divulge all of my secrets// (ha…) I ain’t got nothing to hide, but go and seek it// Hold on... So get used to me buddy// I don’t do this for money, I ain't here for no honeys// What man can ever do for me?// No I ain’t your amigo, I’m just keeping it c-note// Spitting that jalepeno, like I’m a rapping latino// I’m an american artist, I just came here party// Show them all who my God is... so we get’em like Gawvi// ‘Bout to get this thing started… get it crunk like Mardi gras// Chorus Hold on, get ready we’re turned on// Yea dem boy's whippin ‘ these beats to da break of dawn// (THEY DO -- THEY DO) Who’s hot & who’s not?// It don’t matter ‘cause they gon’ pop like 2-Pac// (THEY DO -- THEY DO Get buck - rodeo// The radio’s spinning they hits like tornados// (THEY DO -- THEY DO) (‘CAUSE THEM BOYS PAY THEY DUES) Lucid Verse Mind blown, grind mode, living in the studio// Wisdom of the wise dome, hit them with the stupid flow// We plant seeds, attract heat, gotta let the music grow// Want another album? I'll give you a few of those// They said Take Two was dope, that work on you buddy// They hyped up and piped up, it's worth all the money// Glory be to God, we never thirsty or hungry// Covered by the Lamb, yo the church is so bloody// Grab the mic, I'm back to life, by His sacrifice I'm revived// Light of the world, we keep it popping, deep-fried// Some odd sheep with hot beats and bars, refined// This ministry, in His image we do whatever He decide// We reach high, it defies gravity, yes we fly// No stress, so blessed by His Word, we are defined// You see why I'm gifted, because He's so divine// Got this music flowing in my genes (jeans), Levis//

Save on Spotify: https://emyedaone.com/spotify Lyrics Video: https://emyedaone.com/youtube Verse You're only living for the moment You don't even know how feel You don't give a damn how I feel You din't even know how to feel You're only living in the moment You don't even care how feel You don't want to care how I feel You're cheating? Now I got to kill Every day's a different problem And you refuse to solve'em If you ain't on marijuana… Throw all the taper tantrums that you want You throw all the taper tantrums that you want I can't believe I got so caught up But what about our daughter? Want to treat her like Walmart?.. You can't return this product that you bought Nah you can't return this product that you bought Chorus You're only living for the moment You don't even know how feel You don't give a damn how I feel You don't even know how to feel You're only living in the moment You don't even care how I feel You don't want to know how I feel You're cheating... now I got to kill Outro It's like I'm drowing in my vomit I will be okay No bitch can save me No bitch can save me I'm drowning, I don't need saving I will be okay No bitch can save me No bitch can save me

Watch the lyric video: https://youtu.be/ZYtEmKejaXg SAVE ON SPOTIFY: https://emyedaone.com/spotify Produced & Mixed by EMYE Hook 2x She gimme blowjobs like a Blow Pop What's your flava? She gimme blowjobs like a Blow Pop Go 'head and lick it Verse 1 - (Emye) Hey ma, what's up, where you been? You got a sweet tooth and I'm finna fill it in I"ll give you more than enough in just a few pieces Got bars, got Crunch and some good Reeses I know you love that, cuz I got more Pops than a bubble wrap And if you really want that Tootsie Roll I cut more than lumber jacks Yaoww… satisfied when I see smiles Cuz my Red Hots never be mild I'm wild… I'm a Jaw Breaker, won the title She give me head like a dollar bill does Stuffin all my Milk Duds Yea I call her smarty cuz her brains full of Smarties While she give me neck game like a Pez dispenser - don't choke! Hook Verse 2 Shawty got DSL I give her TLC Lol - shorty she's in love with me Hello I'm Elliot come have fun with me Blow me down, Pop-Pye, no submarine How many licks would it take for you to get to me? Feeling like a Lollipop - your tongue all slippery Shorty she's a dime piece when she's in the street In the sheets with me, yeah, turn into a beast Lollipop licker she throw away the wrapper Took a bite out of crime - thought she was a snapper She Told me that it's my turn, lead - I follow I said chew a little bit, but baby don't swallow Ya man got a problem? Aim at a nigga halo Fill a nigga Pablo up with a hollows Back to this Fine lil dime piece, said she want a taste of it I said go for it u ain't gotta wait for it Hook Verse 3 -Emye- I got shorty all star-struck when I make her Startburst She be looking good to eat like a plate of hors d'oeuvres I call her hoping to hit that raw first She said "better tie the knot 'fore you get more orders" Oh, I ain't mad at it cuz you're above average, I'm wifing it So with this big rock I'll be the first to get her And when I make that Ring Pop we'll rehearse forever -YMPit- Shorty she bad she a dime and she causing a problem The ring on her finger just making a Nigga just want her She’s killing me softly her name isn’t Lauren And she at every other show when a Nigga is touring She licking it good cause a Nigga important I give her the wood all the way to the morning I wish a Nigga would… a Nigga got a problem? I meet him and greet him and leave him right there at the bottom

Follow & subscribe to EMYE's email list: https://emyedaone.com/subscribe for more exclusive content! Produced & Mixed by EMYE Verse 1 (YMPit) See they love it when I hit’em with the offset Got’em moaning and we ain’t even talk yet Got a blunt that I ain’t even spark yet On my grind, finna bust a Tony Hawk sweat Le’me give you the business on it Young Man Put In Tune better know it Attitude of a gangsta I show it My girl bad to the bone rock and rollin Booty swollen, she a dime piece Next to her is right where’s you’ll find me Grey Goose & that red cup She hate groupies, she fed up She shows it off and I let her I show her off to my niggas We get along well, we don’t even argue And make love whenever we start to Hook (Timbo) Girl when you’re with me, I just wanna show you off Cuz you got it going on, and on, and on… And when you do me, it makes me feel so hot Oh you got me going on, and on, and on… Verse 2 (Emye) Excuse me darling, how’re you doing? You’re the one that I’m pursuing You know this ain’t new to you and Cut to the chase, skip straight to your womb and… I’m lovin’ women, different faces, plenty cute ones In this place I’m bound to scoop one Back to my crib & then I do’em… You know Emye does his thing Kinky as hell like a tongue full of rings Just wanna take you under my wings Under sheets and do a couple of things Couple of things that make you sweat Make you wet, make you scream Make you let out your lady cream You know you love it whenever I say these things Hook 2x Verse 3 (Essential J) Bring the blunt up to my face I told your girl to give me face I ain’t here to play games I don’t need to know you name I just need you back to my place Bottles by the count, plus I blow it by the 8ths Bring your girl around, but I know she ain’t safe Just a forewarning and no my niggas don’t play All these hoes think I’m Superman - got a cape Turn my treble up, plus I need alot of bass Killin’ all these beat and I still ain’t caught a case Got a foreign girl, tryna get her to the states She ain’t got a green card but she got thin waste Got it going on, call it going off When she with a thong, call it showing off When she come around, she ain’t even gotta talk You can tell she a boss by her mfcking walk Hook

Save on Spotify & Youtube https://emyedaone.com/i-know-ya Intro I can’t believe you’d hurt me Cut my heart into pieces You got me going out of my mind I never I thought I’d be the one To just let you go…. Verse 1 I’ve been so good, I moved on when you left me// I was too good to you, you shoulda kept me// I put that ring on, bent down to my left knee// But you x-me, so now why you texting me// Dis is so emotional // My mind’s running deep like da ocean floor// Wanna come back so we can fight some more?// Betta keep that mess on out that door// You say you miss me and you learned your lesson// You stressin’, better keep on steppin’// --- Yeah I fell out - overboard// But now I’m doing fine - just row your boat// We never mixed well - down to our horoscopes// I’m just dead, yeah know how horror’s go// (whore's go) Plunged a knife to my heart - no stethoscope// Thought love was in the air like Periscope// But you don’t really care, just want my dough// Want to boast to friends you ridin’ Camaros// Man you better put my keys down… what you think I’m senile?// Remember when you had pinned down// By two cops right in front of your friend’s house// When you tried to get my last ride impound?// So don’t pretend now, that you’re back to make amends// I recommend that you pack up all your in-ten-tions// Then vanish like the wind// I know better than take you in again// Chorus Girl, when things get rough you try to come into my world// Back on your feet then you just throw me to the curb// I know ya, I know ya, I know ya... I know ya, I know ya, I know ya… Pre-bridge Spit on me - Mic CHECK You shitted it on me - Mic CHECK Cheated on me - Mic CHECK Stay schemin on me- Mic CHECK Put me in jail -- Mic CHECK Put me through hell - Mic CHECK Took my kids - Mic CHECK Left da crib - Mic CHECK Seriously man, what da heck haven’t you done yet?? Bridge You got me going crazy, always tryna play me// I know what’s your mind, you do it all the time// Yeah you leave as please// But come back, when things don’t quite go your way// Verse 2 Here we go, here we go with the same thing// Always starting drama but you wanna blame me// For all troubles, stuck in bubble fulla struggles Den you tumble like a rubble, see what that shame brings? Tryna defame me?// Girl check yourself, accept your own faults b4 you wreck urself// U humbly wanna come back and just to ask for help// But left me in jail just to rot in hell?// Man I know you heard The Pretrial// What you think I’m senile?// Remember when you had pinned down// By two cops right in front of your friend’s house// When you tried to get my last ride impound?// So don’t pretend now, that you’re back to make amends// I recommend that you pack up all your in-ten-tions// And vanish like the wind// I know better than take you in again// End... 🚫🙅

✅ Watch Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcdBzl6cOjw Produced & Mixed by EMYE Verse 1 (YMPit) Got a bottle and I’m smoking 😮‍💨 Shorty staring at a nigga 🙆🏾‍♀️ See? I know I got her open 👐 Model after model, see they follow who I follow Got a 9 millimeter and my tips, they be hollow 🔫 Yeah, I’m back in business, your man be like “Who is this?” YOUNG MAN PUT IN TUNE - Nigga you should remember it 🤔 Kick game - ridiculous 👟 Your shorty - we be enterin' 🚪 She be so precise when we be making love 💖 intricate love 🍆🍑 Money on my mind 🤑, spend no dollar on a dime See a nigga learned his lesson being broke all the time - SWAG Yeah, stay with a blunt full of kush though 🌿 Ladies love me and it’s just cuz how I look though 🤳 Yeah I do this all the time and I don’t need a book though Niggaz listening and they like “Where Da Hook Go?” ❓❗ Smoking all the time 🌿😌💨 no I don’t need no papers Riding ‘till I die nigga - no registration 🚫⚖ I make it look so easy, they hatin’ is their nature Them niggaz 🙋🏾‍♀️ finna fall off - Humpty Dumpty take them! 🐪🍳 You #2 - I erase them ✏ You prejudice - you race them x Got a dime piece, she cook though cook Your girl’s dumb - she looks slow 😅 (haha!) Got a blunt roll 🌿🚬 - let it cook slow Got a ill flow 🌊 - no book though Mezmerized - got you niggaz saying “Where Da Hook Go?” ❓❗ Hook Yeah, I’m ‘bout my paper 💸💰 I drop a track - make a milli - see you later (Got you niggaz 🙋🏾‍♀️ saying 'Where Da Hook Go?') ❓❗ Nah, don’t really need one Cuz they satisfied with whateva I give’em Verse 2 (EMYE) Ayo P.I.T-z They think it's hard but we make it look easy 🅰🅱©️ Just like a broad 👼 playing hard to get but she really sleazy 👙🍒 We know our call & we finna get to the top like Weezy We'll make it far like the stars ✨ in due time we'll shine believe me 🤞 Now I gotta slow it down show that we got swag 😎 Cuz soon we gon pop' 💣 - (BUBBLE BATH) All you hataz gon' do is... 💢💥💥💥( FEEL MY WRATH ) 😈 Hahahaha … OMG 🙏 Yeah they think I’m crazy - call me delirious 🤪 When I push the whip (skrt) - so Fast & Furious! If 🙉Georgette's curious I'll show her what fury is (ah!)😱 Cuz I am the Law 📜 (Jesus!) ✝ - Leave her a kiss 💋(Leviticus) Okay now I got to get back to my serious tone Cuz I see this cute pup 🐶 and I'm about to give her serious bone 🦴 Ooh la la mama I love how you... 👅🍆 (souki meaww) At a loss for words cuz that junk just blew me off 🤯 I'm feeling light-headed 🥴… air head… lag jetted I mean jet-lagged ✈, I need to land back Ain't no comedian but you know I Sin-bad 🃏 I'm really good though 😇 The ladies love me cuz they know I give that good s̶t̶r̶o̶k̶e̶ Pimp game - cocaine - so she want to do more Then OD cuz I hit it more than judo 🥋

SAVE ON SPOTIFY --> https://emyedaone.com ✅ Hit FOLLOW button on SoundCloud ✅ Verse 1 (Emye) I’m the best rapper alive, so you betta get back boy// All I do is hit’em with that crack boy// At a much higher level like I'm white boy// *Crack-crack* while I whip it to ya back boy// Make you sad boy, like a black boy// You just goody-too-shoe, I'm a bad boy// And yes I will shoot you like a Bad Boy// Biggie Smalls, make you menopause on the asphalt// Cuz I'm strapped boy, I never lack boy// I Puff-puff and won't give you a pass boy// Now I’m feelin’ hazy like a frat boy// And yes I’m feeling (filling) myself like a fat boy// Cuz I spit it so fresh like Altoids// I'm a cyborg, you getting tagged Boy// You a slow pc, I'm a mac boy// Hit you with dat LCP like an asteroid...// [Verse 1 continuation - (Lucid)] Like an asteroid, I'm rocked out, the best alive Better get ya bars up, I'm next to rise Consciously nauseous, my flesh'll thrive Keep it poppin', so sick, I need the med supply So fresh and fine, I got my bread and wine Ladies step in line 'cause I impress the dimes// I'm blessed to shine, it caused my chest to rise// I'm making this bread, so they get the grind// When I first started out, I sweared I was top five// Bad boy at age 7, held a Glock nine/ Age 10, started rapping, constantly dropped lines// Biting heads off like a Pitbull, the block's mine// A fireball, losing streaks what I'm never in// Rookie on the field with the mind of a veteran// Pressure's on the rise, feeding off adrenaline// Still keeps it poppin', made a change when he met his sin (medicine)// Chorus Oh my, yeah I’m so fly and I’m on fire You can’t reach where I’m at I’m always at the top Better stop cause you can’t get this high Oh my, I’m gon’ ride ‘till the wheels fall off You know I stay louder than a hotbox better roll your windows down Pride vs Pride Verse 2 (Emye) I was made like nobody else// But something came over me once I took a look at myself// I noticed my beauty, wisdom, and a heart full of self// Now I’m boastful as hell, and I’m a music mogul as well// Now this pride’s got me so high, so I// Endeavored to set up my throne ahead above the Most High// Cuz I had everything but to be glorified// ALL EYES ON ME, I want the whole pie!// Okay I’m sorry, I beg ya pardon, I’m just getting caught up// To this pride of life and I think I'd just do a better job of// Being God, Oh my God, I don't really want any problems// Next thing I realized a third of us just hit the bottom// And then I saw’em up in the garden, your most beloved// You said you love’em and wouldn't put a single thing above’em// In that case I’m slide through like anacondas// I HATE THEM & I HATE YOU so I'ma cut’em!// [Verse 2 continuation -(Lucid)] Sharpened up my image, I'm a snake in disguise// Gucci shades on, block the hate in my eyes// Riding in a Benz to hide my state of demise// Everybody wants to hop in, they waiting in line// I ain't wasting no time, I got my fate on the line// Bunch of leftovers, get a taste of my mind// I got some dessert too, laced with the lies// Get ya money and power, but I'm taking ya lives// It's all about you, I'ma leave it at that// That's the same mindset that got Eve in a trap// I got you all fooled, y'all believing in that// Makes it twice as easy for me to lead you in packs// Money money money, all you need is a stack// Cars, clothes, and women, you'll be free to relax// It's hell on Earth, I'm making it sound pretty// Tryna give you what you want so I can take you down with me// Chorus 2x

✅Be sure to hit that FOLLOW button ✅ [Watch Lyric Video: https://emyedaone.com/her-number] [Verse 1: Emye] Now look at shorty there... She's out there getting that money By the way she's looking at me I can tell that she loves me That she's wanting somebody That I could be her hubby We could be the ones to warm each other - body to body Now shorty's finer than a model - got more curves than a buggy I can tell she loves that rough play - why don't we rugby? Lookin' fresher than Dougie, I ain't tryna be funny I'll leave you with a big tummy - leave you with a new buddy (Ha...) So far I'm feelin' our conversation She finds out I'm a Haitian Turns her on with amazement I ain't tryna be rushing, but I'm tryna be patient I just wanna get rubbing like our body is aching Don't you ever doubt yourself you're brighter than constellations Don't you worry 'bout them haters they'll be constantly hatin' Please Lord won't you forgive me? Cuz she's an usher at church Then she gave me the number "Why don't you call after the service?" [Chorus: Emye & YMPit] Shorty gave me her number cuz she know I'ma use it Lil mama threw it at me yeah I love the way that she threw it She keep her mind on the money - put her money in music Lil mama threw it at me - yeah I love the way that she threw it Lil mama threw it at me - yeah I love the way that she threw it Shorty gave me her number cuz she know I'ma use it Keep her mind on the money - put her money in music Lil mama threw it at me yeah I love the way that she threw it [Verse 2: Silas Marv] I keep my mind on the money, I'm serious - never funny Winnie the Pooh - chase the way I'm eating the honey Have her moaning - she needs me Have her screaming - she loves me When I'm done with a chick, I leave the pain in her tummy She be sayin' it's yummy, so I guess I give her cravings She be sucking it dry - got it to look like a raisin Never told her to stop the top she give - amazing Get it everyday - forget about a special occasion What I'm waiting for? Nothing Got no chick to be cuffin' Treat her like a turkey - best part is when I put my stuff in She starts complaining? I'm leaving See the money's achieving? You see I'm hungry everyday - I study flows while I'm eating Steady work on success - I see my flow as the best I know my team is on grind - I can't speak for the rest They fiending for our music like smokers with cigarettes And c'mon I rep Put In Tune 'til my last breath [Chorus] [Verse 3: YMPit] She told me just what she needed - I told her get it and go I spit a couple of bars and then I switch up the flow Your shorty want a divorce? My shorty want a new coat My shorty's all in first class - your shorty flying in coach Oh yeah we poppin' them bottles - but me? I'm smoking that dro Dutch I roll up like a master - half of you niggas should know Why shorty keep starring at me and not at your niggas who broke? I do it with a passion and now she asking to give her some more I do now.. short's study in college and she said she's a student I seen her right by the campus - she ask me what I was doing She find out that I was hustling there and making some music You should have told me before instead of making me look stupid They finna call me the greatest - do it for their ammusement And my ambition's to treat them hataz like I treat them groupies And shorty gave me her number because I know what to do with it And she gave me the booty, play the part - no movie screens [Chorus]

Emye & Lucid are starting off this year with their multiple ‘Take Two’ EP series, beginning with this first title ‘Take VII’.

(That Werk Freestyle) It’s evident ya’ boy Emye came straight from the bottom// The kid’s really a problem, they ain’t able to solve him// Blazin’ like in Sodom, but straighter than a column// I’m bathing in amazing grace of the Holy Father// It doesn’t matter whether or not they gonna let’em// Get in the game, I’ma just aim, serve’em and blessem’// Working a sweat, cuz it's His name - we gonna tell’em// Releasing my aggression, I fetch’em like Gawvi - GET EM// I’m standing on a biblical pinnacle like a lyrical General// What I pen into a sentence, yo, I spit at you// Pikachu individuals, shock em with my polygonal// Critical syllables that are combusting like in chemicals// Locking it like a criminal, cocking it then I riddle you// Devil you are so pitiful, bet you lose I rescinder you// Get a clue like Scooby-doo// Yeah its true you are headed to... Hell, can’t you tell like a kettle you gonna get it dude?/ Hop on the pot - yeah flame on/ Get to grilling - filet mignon// Steven Malcolm on the hook and. got the bait on/ Fishing and speaking for Christ like a liaison// So get strapped on the back of these acrobat rappers/ We backpacking the wackest and body-bag trash’em// The next act on the map, repping the Last Adam// We got’em saying “Dag-Nabit!” ‘Cause we give’em that work//