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Hippie Ryn

Hippie Ryn is a female musical artist known for her unique blend of folk, pop, and indie rock sounds. She captivates her listeners with her heartfelt lyrics and soulful vocal delivery. With her introspective songwriting, Hippie Ryn creates an intimate and personal atmosphere in her music, making her a rising star in the indie music scene. more »

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I remember when bitches would ask Me if my mamma home
So I aint have to play Macaulay Culkin
Sulking, cuz im home alone...
Or when I took like 3 days off inside a Styrofoam
And now I can't relax, till I could text, See what Obama on...
No I aint trynna be him...
I just got some shit to say
And I don't mind you don't listen
I used to think I was missing
Until I worked on precision
And now I know my shit hittin
Just gotta make sure they feel it
And I can't make up a limit...
I guess Ill know it if I see it
Unless I already hit it...
Them lil bars you thought was hard
The shit I already lifted...
This shit go farther then missiles
I know is cold
This shit go harder than nipples
I'm not in orbit
I'm too far from these niggas
You not an artist
You don't get the big picture
Aint heard no harder lyrics since "It Was Written"
Can't call my shit a freestyle since it written...
When I could I write a mixtape in one sittin
I always got one sittin
I might just let YOUU pick which one you desire to kill you
I prolly let truth slide through the cracks and give you that fillin
This that feeling Peter Parker knew he could jump off a building
Long as I catch myself before I hit the ground I won't slow down
And is a thin line between a nigga dead and he made it
Everytime I link wit nel, they say a nigga goin crazy
I could never disrespect my baby mamma
Or neglect my baby
Imma stir da pot
N make sure everything turn out all gravy
Hazy nights I'll never forget I barely remember
Sis told me boi you got a gift
And you too far ahead
Like thank you but it's still September
Burning through the bread like embers
Read the room and realized we on different pages
F*ck a Kindle

Boi you softer then shit...
Niggas always talking pull up till coordinates hit...
You the same type a nigga to be guarding yo bitch...
I forgot the ho name but she go hard wit her friend
And she a dog for dem titties...
And she be wearing that ass...
She do it all inna city...
Like a dogg off the grass...
And I could take you wherever...
Aint no moving too fast...
She gone give you whateva...
Long as she gettin a bagg...

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