you a get a shot from the roof like he kennedy

Bluetooth

dëad prësidënts (prod. ognick)

keeta - crazy bitch (prod. tre favilla)

poetry:

bitch im w my dawgs smth like a roof
yo bitch heard my song then she really poofed
in love w that guap in love w that blue
tryna be wit lock u not a recruit
spinning on his block while im clutching tools
fucking on this thot then im fucking oomf
that shit in my sock up it let it boom
i cannot reside w a bitch like you
rocking my new rocks mix that shit w true

as of recent ive been feeling hella brand new
shoot shit roll tide hell yeah alabama!
too lit carrying these racks like a camel
too sick smoking hella gas i cant handle

when i pull up always rocking issey
wallet full of 100s n them 50s
if we run up prolly take yo city
she got bunda tryna see them titties
put that gun up you aint finna hit me
innat hummer dont tryn get up w me
choppa voila like magic like houdini
knock yo bro off they tryna find who did it

on my body thats rick n evisu
yo bitch on me like why she tryn kiss tool
innat lobby im clutching my pistol
think shit funny we pullup w 6 doods
sippin wocky dont fw no tris dude
keep on talking find out what that blick do
dat bitch nasty i aint tryna hit you
ap flashy like look at my wrist foo

swerve the coupe, make it fly, you aint know nun
dropping racks on sum boof boy you so dumb
neva lack w the dudes yeah the bros huhhhh
got a mac w a strap you aint shoot nun
neva cap always facts always truth huhhhh
smoking thrax yeah that pack whats it to ya?
u so wack u not that pussy shoot sum
runnin racks w my slatt yeah we too up

we can make it happen we could do it right now
pussy wassup wit that rappin wassup wit that cappin pussy put that pipe down
i could leave yo momma saddened clutching on my gadgets i just put my sights down
i heard uncy serving hella white now
that shit crazy i saw it in the fucking prophecy
i been movin hella light pounds
smoking shit 'cuz it help when they dont talk to me
dropping bands on that bitch night gown
took her to louis now she steady toppin me

who gon be there when its lights out?
who gon be there when you down full of honesty

(bad bitch why she tryna be a victim)
(cabbage i been runnin hella chips up)
(lavish inna coupe n im kicked up)
(lockhart we the truth bitch its been us)

its been us p closedfeelings

omegle prod mys0u1 + xise

count up (fd)

weedcarts (ensolune x grimori)

WE BALL, SORTA LIKE LEBRON JAMES @@@

IG -

@kaysolstice
@pesoxl

LYRICS

(Peso)

Wipe me down, 
Wanna take me down can’t fall in love, 
Yeah, check me out she said boy please take me out for lunch,
And she like my sound,
Like my sound she singing all my songs,
Yeah, move around cant stay in the same spot for too long,
Yeah, and she aint moving right,
Why she do me wrong, Still,
Got that bag don’t talk, Chill,
I like how she walk, Yeah,
Like her silhouette, (huh)
Archive on her dresser,
She tryna touch my VVS,
Teach that b***** ain’t no professor,

(14kay)

Do it,
Tryna call me back to see how i’m blessed, do it,
Baby girl I ain’t stressed, I still like the way that you move it,
I like the way you been moving your body, I know you go stupid,
All in the comments, u wanna top me, lil baby come prove it,
Ima go ball like i’m James, i’m influential like Trinidad,
I know you still tryna hit that b****, I ain’t finna tell her you rented that,
I get her wet like Camelback,
Your ho she thought I invented that,
I make it flip, I get it back,
I know your lil shawty is into that

(Peso)

Im with my brother,
Im with my brother, yeah fosho fosho my brother,
We wanna ride with sticks in Hummers,
I gotta fine lil b***** I love it,
Wanna drink wine n shit, she buggin,
Me and my bro tryna break them laws
Give a f*** bout the government, government, 
Finna ball hoe, Jumpman Jumpman,
And the hoe oh yuh she stunting, 
Uh yuh, stunting,
Put me in cuffs, cuffing,
Hop on the beat and ride, so disgusting, (ew)
I rap she love it, sing she love it,
Do anything, get geeked Mclovin,
I preach like the pope she wanna get baptized,
Got mob ties everytime I turn on the block,
Im smooth with the heat, im mixing the wock,
Im high high WIFI do that alot,
Yo hoe want the Five Guys beef and the fries,
Gotta hide my face im way too fried,
Gotta find yo place you not that guy,
Keep her close im cool bout mine,
Don't you judge dont scrutinize,

we ball, sorta like James

we ball, sorta like James w/ 14kay

funeral + bronclair - rotting (prod. 1o)

Where Were You?

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prod vuitton
w/ https://soundcloud.com/1plus1one
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Where Were You?

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