Repeat - Houdini & NorthSideBenji

(Na Na Na Na naah Oh oh oh ohhh) Girl I know I'm not the first one Fa tell ya I'm ya number one fan ya It's like ya freeze time Had me hypnotized from the ery first line... oh Wanna put ya pon mi billboard yeah Make you open for me pon dah road ya Number one pon da chart Yes ya dear mi saw me life stah Gal ya sweet yah I wanna treat ya like mi favorite song Have ya pon repeat ya I wanna get ya for ya go to de world Like a pre-release yah And your body caught me like da beat yah. Ohy. Girl ya sweet So sweet ya make me wanna sing like Na Na Na Na naaa Oh oh oh ohhh Make me wanna sing like Na Na Na na naaa A Ahh Oh oh oh ohhhh A.A. Ohy (2) Baby girl yo hode pon me es so strong An on mi mind of you o theme song N girl ya make feel a good vibe When Eva me see ya live Cant stay away too long So everyday me call u n when me end up pon tour girl N when mi wah see neg upon fears time So let me be day first to tell you mi need you en ah mi life time A. ahhh Gal ya sweet yah I wanna treat ya like mi favorite song Have ya pon repeat ya I wanna get ya for ya go to de world Like a pre-release yah And your body caught me like da beat yah. Ohy. Girl ya sweet So sweet ya make me wanna sing like (3) Baby me Na frade fe tah get Mi yah da sing about ya'r my ah'tist Yah O you me can wafe to see You alone me hole prophacy gir My baby girl in a concert yah Money can't pay ya what ya worth yah Priceless and fine To you me dedicate every line Gal ya sweet yah I wanna treat ya like mi favorite song Have ya pon repeat ya I wanna get ya for ya go to da world Like a pre-release yah And your body caught me like da beat yah. Ohy. Girl ya sweet So sweet ya make me wanna sing like Na Na Na na naaa Oh oh oh ohhh Make me wanna sing like Na Na Na naaaaa A Ahh Oh oh oh ohhh Gal ya sweet yah I wanna treat ya like mi favorite song Have ya pon repeat ya I wanna get ya for ya go to da world Like a pre-release yah And your body caught me like da beat yah. Ohy. Girl ya sweet So sweet ya make me wanna sing like

Taj Money Yeah YSL See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I heard a couple niggas try to line me And you know the rest New baby Nina dripping on my body See you could get stretched You gettin' money, I couldn't care less Got some honey's turned into a finesse Don't make me make the bulldog fetch ya Purple tips make you itch on a stretcher Hit your momma house, know you got the message Lucky you're jealousy would've been reckless Raid the condo, draggin' me by my necklace I don't get tired, lil' nigga, I be restless I was trappin', eating noodles for breakfast Took a loss and bounced it back like a checker Police took a couple sticks last summer We was glizzy, le buteur so Texas Some niggas still ten toes in these streets Still get you anything for the cheap Young and connected like the letter V Name a youngin's been more realer than me I just put some gold all over my teeth Giuseppe steppin' how we roll in the streets Hit a new stage at age of fourteen My nigga just hit a stain last week I put the nina to a nigga cheek (shh) The nigga don't speak Bro, I was broke, ain't had nothin to eat You in the streets then you know how it be Some say I'm sayin' too much when I rap But I ain't never said a name in my track I told that nigga I'm only speaking facts And uh, and that's on the trap See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I ain't have to scheme Taliban be on my team I know some twins that will hit you with these Tallup, Tallup, Tallup, split you in piece Osama twin llama, choppa siamese Lookin' for me pack me up in the B's Lemons grip up on my bitch when I squeeze I know some kids who do hits for some trees Smoke a top and turn an opp into weed Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid, then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah, I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back, woah

Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackades for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out I need 30 in this glizz to make it back out 18 to 36, I finesse the trap house My diamonds dancin' like they overloadin', crash now Bring back the dead now, who you want me bring back? My trap's the trap, trap He sneaky, backlash School of the hard knocks .40 in the backpack I take that loyalty to the heart so please don't backstab And this glizzy a friend of mine, just like a real friend Impressed now, she and I gonna get these real bands He talkin' all that crazy shit on the internet But I ain't with that My shooters split shit My niggas drive shit and send shit out like spaceships Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackets for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out He need some new bands Think he need some new friends I gave him new swag Gucci with some New Balance Ball like March Madness Not like the Dallas Mavericks, ay Had to back it up like a alibi Brr, ice it up, I don't panic, ay He just seem to vanishin' Way too neat, can't manage him On the block, he go again They can't even notice him I'm in the trap with packages Most of them can't manage it I'm on the block with savages None of them not innocent Fuck with the kid, 'cause I'm so lit And kinda dangerous I had to come up off of nip In the trap I had to live He lookin' drippy, got turned to a lick He runnin' around and he losin' his stick She runnin' around and finessin' a trick They wanna know what Houdini did To break this pack down Handouts Trap house, uh Nigga, please do not get ran down, no, no Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackets for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out

Hahahaha, The Young Nav Michael These niggas claim that they fuck with me (no) Look young and paid with these stacks on me I never used to get it, came up off road So I had to get it on my own Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah "Nines, how you still flippin' haze?" I ain't grinding, this shit sells itself like my triple A's All this weed, we ain't runnin' out of flavours Their re-up's in the post and mine's is coming in containers, uh I was gonna bring him in, help him do a grow Coulda been in crop circle on our UFO My little nigga lost a nina, that ain't a loss to Nina Fam, I had a hundred birds stuck in Costa Rica I just copped a thousand rounds for the Glock Can't find your yard? I'll spray up every house on your block It ain't back, fam, these packs got me up, the gamble on Accumulators, I do bets on the back of a truck, uh Them pagans are broke, Ice City's wavier Told the jeweller "Flood the ring like Wrestlemania" You wanna hear somethin' crazier? My nigga made 900K off a brick in Australia These niggas claim that they fuck with me (no) Look young and paid with these stacks on me I never used to get it, came up off road So I had to get it on my own Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah See, no more Rollie, gold Patek, yeah-yeah-yeah Fuck the fame, I came for respect, yeah-yeah-yeah I don't need nobody say I'm next, nah See, I get love up in the East, up in the West though No love for these fed hoes I'm just tryna touch all this paper like I'm on nest though I don't give a fuck 'bout no hater, that's what this vest for She say that she love me, XOXO But she can't even hug me, I'm so special I try to leave but I can't let go Somethin' bout these streets got it feelin' like my next home These fedarales got me switchin' to my next phone I can't love no more, word to my ex hoe I don't do the club, oh no, tryna invest more See, my nigga got the G2C, it got the red glow I just sold the next two keys right off this Encro Yo' shit sells slow, my shit Tesco (yeah, yeah) These niggas claim that they fuck with me (no) Look young and paid with these stacks on me I never used to get it, came up off road So I had to get it on my own Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)

I don't need you, all I need is myself I wasn't asking nobody for help She wanted me 'cause the name ringin' bells (Myself) (Wasn't asking for help) ('Cause my name rings a bell) I don't need you, all I need is myself I wasn't asking nobody for help She wanted me 'cause the name ringin' bells Designer the jeans, so designer the belt You whilin' on me, never nobody else Got the bid on my apron, nobody could tell Before I grew up, I just wanted to sell I'm independent, I'm good by myself I don't need you, all I need is myself I wasn't asking nobody for help She wanted me 'cause the name ringin' bells Designer the jeans, so designer the belt You whilin' on me, never nobody else Got the bid on my apron, nobody could tell Before I grew up, I just wanted to sell I'm independent, I'm good by myself You know the world that we livin' is hell (hell) He hit a stain and the jewelry fell Ridin' around and that lime with a girl I cut her off, she was up in my cell They was complaining my weed had a smell I got 'em mad and they wanted to tell This be the gas, not the one up at Shell I'm in the G and I'm coolin wit' real Grew up in the hood so I'm keepin' it real Poppin' off bands and they wanted a feel Free all my dawgs, couldn't get an appeal Sippin' on Tec and it came in a seal He in the hood and he don't got a steel I got a box for a few of the steel Wonderin' how I keep up with these mills Wonderin' how I'ma get me a deal I don't need you, all I need is myself I wasn't asking nobody for help She wanted me 'cause the name ringin' bells Designer the jeans, so designer the belt You whilin' on me, never nobody else Got the bid on my apron, nobody could tell Before I grew up, I just wanted to sell I'm independent, I'm good by myself I don't need you, all I need is myself I wasn't asking nobody for help She wanted me 'cause the name ringin' bells Designer the jeans, so designer the belt You whilin' on me, never nobody else Got the bid on my apron, nobody could tell Before I grew up, I just wanted to sell I'm independent, I'm good by myself I never asked for shit Thought twice and I got it my own way Movin' immaculate in this Off-White Baby girl I ain't okay Said if you need me, then call me But don't need me too much High speed with a cruiser We ain't goin' to school with this ruler Dippin' into my bag Fuck 'bout the tag Want it, I'm coppin' it And I don't mean to brag Came from the rag (straight to an audience) Got a nigga so salty and And I know it's my fault they mad If a nigga want all it Then we take all it Yeah we want all of that I don't need you, all I need is myself I wasn't asking nobody for help She wanted me 'cause the name ringin' bells Designer the jeans, so designer the belt You whilin' on me, never nobody else Got the bid on my apron, nobody could tell Before I grew up, I just wanted to sell I'm independent, I'm good by myself I don't need you, all I need is myself I wasn't asking nobody for help She wanted me 'cause the name ringin' bells Designer the jeans, so designer the belt You whilin' on me, never nobody else Got the bid on my apron, nobody could tell Before I grew up, I just wanted to sell I'm independent, I'm good by myself (Myself) (Good by myself) (Never needed your help)