AXHE by PyrroManiak Lyrics

Quote from the song “AXHE” by PyrroManiak

Hey (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Py-rro , yuh !
Uh LA 22 , LA 22
Unh , yo

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “AXHE”

• Produced: Prod. Fr4ud
• Written: PyrroManiak
• Release Date: February 20, 2022

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “AXHE” Released in 2022

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Hey (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Py-rro , yuh !
Uh LA 22 , LA 22
Unh , yo

Diamonds on me make me ache
Pull up drippy like lake
Diamonds on me feelin’ great
Diamond kicks gotta skate
Nigga i'm raisin’ the rates, then raisin’ the stakes
Comin’ at you wit da drake
Comin’ at you, you snake
Comin’ at you cuz you fake (yuh)
Come from da sky, eternal atake
Pissed on a jewel , dat emerald Jade
You talkin shi well you eatin a k
You think you big well you getting a fade
What do you want cuz its already paid
Niggas hate me throwing shade
Juss gimme souls i cannot trade
Nigga be talkin’ he thinkin ‘he bravе
But that bitch ass nigga my slave
I’m gonna pssh that bitch like i'm glade
I’m gonna pssh that nigga with a bladе
Day walker w a sword i'm blade
I’m w my Fritos yk i get laid
I got dat M80 from a raid
Crazy white boy call him cade
I fuck on shawty she give me a raise
That ain't love hoe you is a phase
I’m wit yo shawty, she callin me bae
Break dat back man like I am bane
She pull a trick, out no Blaine
Trick for da clique, we da train
Drip for sa clique, we da rain
He feelin great like he is a dane
Gutless gay boy, less shame
Finna do anything juss for da fame
Nigga he talkin, he talk wit no brain
Nigga he talkin, he talk wit no shame
Bitch ain't innocent, she pass the blame
Baby girl broke so she is a lame
That bitch she poppin, she pop like a vein
I know an angel n her name is Dayne
When I am done wit her she needs cane
Bitch shot her shot, like work on your aim
Text me come over , I already came
Switchin’ these bitches like mort switchin lane
Hatin’ ass bitch stop usin my name
Talkin’ on god you say it in vain
Talkin’ on god you say it in vain
Talkin’ on god you say it in vain
Commas Commas

Commas, they come to me
Commas, they keepin me company
Commas, I fuck wit da luxury
Commas, thats why yo baby momma come fuck wit me (yuh, yuh)