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zoos @zzoos
talkin down, kiss the barrel of this glock bitch
n im fuckin on yo bitch, n she sound like this (holy fuck)
break into ur house n we aint even knock bitch
saw u on the timeline , down bad for a goth bitch
n i know ur money small, just like winky
tryna hit a lick on us , wat were u thinking
yea i pull up to ur house like,  (bello)
n im fuckin on ur bitch all night

modern @modernmadeit
im w 👨‍🦱👨‍🦱 winky n we smokin gas in the closet im w winky n we countin racks no deposits im w winky n she payed off my mortgage im w winky n we think ur shit is garbage 🗑️ n she 💁 thinks ur a lose n i 👈 think ur a loser n we 👧👦 think u a loser were cooler ur a fkn loser

spacey @spaceymusi
big eyes big smile im with winky weve been out for a while
gray coat like a ghost gray fur yeah winky bouta post
me and winky drop the top
me and winky riding round town
me and winky do the most now

belle @mopearound


cxrpool @cxrpool


pi @piluhpiluh
winky on my left ⬅️
got some pizza on my right ➡️ 
yk i’m not trippin 
ya i cut dat girl a slice 🍕 
me n my bros livin lavish
yea, yea we livin right
fuckin wit winky,
we don’t hesitate it’s on sight 🥊 🥊 
run up in yo house
take yo cash take yo loot 🏆
me an winky we don’t play
when we see u ya we shoot 
mfs actin strange on the web 💻
think it’s weird
winky pourin up a 4
yea i’m here sippin  beer 🍺 

achorda @achorda
Im with winky sippin elixir
Im with winky and we hittin all these licks , uh 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿
Im with winky and she takin all my credit score ..😩😩
Im with winky and she takin- I cant take it anymore 
I got Racks up inthese pictures
Me n winky yea we are flexers
Me n Winky the breadwinners (yummers)
Me n winky eatin dinner

22 @22hereknowswhen
house party nearby im bringin winky
when we leave the crib we gon leave it stinky
we makin and we spendin all this money while you stuck workin for lowes (lois) like you peter griffin
all these mf stayin on my dick i think they penis sniffin
this aint just weed we spliffin
me n winky in da crib we just chillin yea we reminiscin

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wowglimmer - frozen solid (22hereknowswhen)❄️❄️

Lyrics:

Uh, yo. Check this out. I don’t wanna, fake shit ya know? So yeah, ha.

It’s hard to find a mind like mine, I’m the only one. Shit’s scarred in a bind not kind, I’m not fine. I’m the lonely one but I can still turn it up. Right now, straight out the gate, I burn shit up.

Straight out the gate, never be late, gotta keep on pedaling. Great is my fate, never be settlin’, lotta deep on meddlin’. Wit’ ya shit, get the hit, I ain’t see ya strap, pussy. Don’t spew that crap, yes you who rap, you ain’t all that, pussy. At that I don’t believe a word, that I’ve heard, this is ironic. Cause right now I might plow through a slew of bull I pull, iconic. For faking? Well I’m making, shit that get the Hype fam Hype. Hmmm, ah fuck it, haters suck it, I do it best when untucking. Where the mind at, I find that I’m the type to get brutal. You pit futile circumstances on me and the chances. The don be shaped to a caped hero, nah that zero. I’ll be the villain, killing and milling, who be the next I’m feeling. Not worthy of it, unearthing the shit that I’ve been taught. When caught I’ll admit, more than wild and shit, I pile no bit. Of remorse, this since a child and shit, dense a cause. Be, ya see me, been beated up so that now how I’m heated up. Straight out the gate, never be late, gotta keep on driving. I may be diving but hey we thriving at least for that I’m striving. I tell my homies that it all good, but y’all could. Smell the scent of a soul, down in hell, repenting the toll. Angel or Devil, I could tangle the level, of the ceilings. Angel or Devil, I could strangle and revel, in my killings. I do this for me, who this I see, up in my face, why chase. Me down wit’ the envy, the clown of the town, that’s me, hehe, been free. To spew what ya made, me out to be, haha I see ya played. My ass, in class, a no show. Fuck public school they dub quick cool. Never got a prom, I spot a palm where my face is. Wishing I could taste this, graceness, not waste this. Life not being me, seeing me suffer no buffer hurt my fam. Like damn, that’s all ya are, so far? Huh. I just gotta chill, take my pill, lotta ill when I don’t medicate. Ha ha, y’all just witnessed the highs and lows, straight out the gate.

It’s hard to find a mind like mine, I’m the only one. Shit’s scarred in a bind not kind, I’m not fine. I’m the lonely one but I can still turn it up. Right now, straight out the gate, I burn shit up.

For real.

Straight Out The Gate (Prod. 22hereknowswhen)

Lyrics:

So happy to be alive, what a time. We did it. Hahaha! This My Shit!!!

I’m seeing the light, being alright with the challenges. Through the slew of bull they pull I keep my balances. I stay strong and may long for a better day. But it’s already here, just let the ear tune in to what I say. Ay, I’m a go getter at, keeping up the mood. Deep in my heart, since my start, I make my art food. For the soul, the more I stroll, the more I’m one with nature. I think about the flaws with the laws and legislature. I think about the jaws strong as macaws with the word. And like a bird they fly away when I will say. My own thought, my zone brought flurries of the hurries. I just accept myself, now and don’t shelf. Neglect don’t help, but a yelp out won’t get the doubt. From you, it’s an inner battle, I’d be dumb to. Say, hey! I’m a sinner that’ll not overcome. Cause I have, what I grab, with gift of gab, is sure some. Real shit, ya feel it? Don’t need to. I make this shit for me, my story, my glory. This is a new path, I drew wrath and was offended. Ended my uniqueness, now you can’t critique this. And get to me, bet you’ll see, glee from my whole body. My goal to be Godly, took a toll oddly. I was tryna be another rougher kinda version. Now I smother self love, no mo’ tougher aspersion. My excursion has been long in the making. Took some time, but look how I’m, changing, rearranging. Strange in ways how the phase made it worse. Got to my head, lot of me dead like in a hearse. But now the curse I know, I can go ‘fend off. Just be you, be true, this I won’t lend off. I’ll end off with this, to find the kind of bliss. You hope for, to cope more, what ya doing is. Fine if it feel right, the rules seem real tight. But the gleam is out the box, take a dream and open the locks. Let It In.

Let It In (Prod. 22hereknowswhen)

Lyrics:

Uh, hmm. So happy, so ready.

What to do today? So many choices. Who to link with. So many voices. What to even say? As I rejoices. The moment where I think with, happiness on my mind.

What to do today? So many choices. Who to link with. So many voices. What to even say? As I rejoices. The moment where I think with, happiness on my mind.

Yeah, I’m a live it up. See that sad phase, I’m a give it up. Life’s what you make it, I’m a take it. And put the strifes away, I slay and bake lit. Phrases that food for the brain, could I maintain? I asked before I basked in this sane train. My mind amazes me with how it glow. I find the gazes bother me no mo’. I grind and kind people win out in the end. Love yourself don’t shove yourself on the shelf, friend. We got this, a shot is all we need. Feel the hotness of the love to which we heed.

What to do today? So many choices. Who to link with. So many voices. What to even say? As I rejoices. The moment where I think with, happiness on my mind.

What to do today? So many choices. Who to link with. So many voices. What to even say? As I rejoices. The moment where I think with, happiness on my mind.

Happiness On My Mind (Prod. 22hereknowswhen)

Lyrics:

Yo, shoutout Yokai for the opportunities I’ve had in life. It’s time to introduce this verse to those who haven’t heard it!

Muh’ fucka I’ll be spittin’. Until I’m locked in San Quentin’. And there was no intent in. Murda murda, I heard a body splittin’. Well is it my fault tho? I got hot shit in the vault yo. He melt like a malt go. Muh’ fucka, get off the salt ho. No salty suckas round me. When muh’ fuckas found me. Right there they shoulda crowned me. They knowing when flowing the sound me. Making is taking muh’ fuckas by surprise. Well not really in my eyes. And guess what? There ain’t gon’ be demise. If he dies he dies? Impossible lies. Yokai my brother. We both know the struggle in which we juggle. To some level yes a caring mother. But it’s our own passion that we gotta smuggle. Muh’ fucka it been hard. And when scarred, I’m then barred. Cause my emotions hard to control. Make sure my temper ain’t get on a roll. And now I land with new. Looks on life, I wanna wife up a boo. It’s not that last one wasn’t true. It’s that everythang in life I feel like I blew. Muh’ fucka I’ve been dejected. Anger toward a stranger left me ejected. Is it that my life ain’t corrected? Or that it is but this world left me neglected? Man, here’s the plan. Don’t just do what ya can. From my past problems I’ve ran. I’d rather lose up front than. Runaway, that ain’t the wayyyyy. Ayyyyy. Do ya muh’ fuckin’ thang mannnnnnn. Let loose the pain mannnnnnn.

San Quentin (Prod. 22hereknowswhen)

Lyrics:

You know what sounds good? A Burger King sandwich. Whopper, nah, make it a triple whopper.

Welcome to BK, may I take ya order? On my mind is replay of when they make the recorder. Of this tune, feel strewn with the good taste. I love this noon food that soon will be ate with haste. The mood is good, on my plate is a Whopper. I’m the copper of the prize, BK shopper kinda eyes. Blue hue, blonde hair, I was spawned where. I got one 10 minutes from me, the glee been in it’s tummy. He 5 foot 11, he live up in heaven. When he eat, beat that meat, wait, hold up. I bold up the statements, make my whopper triple. Never fold up with greatness, though the butt chopper ripple. The next day, I guess maybe the poop’ll hurt. But hate spents on the John worth the fate this is on. A text, hey that’s not getting it through to you. Stress, me, get cured by BK insured. Quadruple cart after cart of BK supply. Try to make my own freshly grown French Fry. I mesh the blown up recipe with my testy me. But to clench my interest, ya gotta spin breast. In my face, I love boobs, with grace on ‘Tubes. Still, what mo’ ill, is BK wit’ no chill. Fucking up that lettuce, tomato and potato. Who eat the most I boast go bet us, me and my ego bravado.

Hello? Yeah, this is A Hype. Yo, I’m hungry. Get me some food, dude. C’mon now, I’m starving. I want some boobs in my face too, as I mentioned, I love boobs with grace on ‘Tubes. Am I gay or not? Fuck it, show me your pubes. Stank ass bitch.

Burger King 3 (Prod. 22hereknowswhen)

Lyrics:

Yo, some serious shit. Yeah. Fuck it, just listen.

Started as a seed planted in the rotten soil. No art, no need to make sense of how I’d gotten foiled. This tense I take is when I was maybe 5. But it get worse, the curse since a baby I’ve. Had, a tad, then much, oh such. Pain I strain to maintain, who do you blame. The game? Nah, I’m blessed to be living. But before the dark part, I’m sure my heart would see giving. As take it as it is, shit, this is sharing. Certainly caring, inserting the swearing. Was funny, plus the money, good thing that would bring. Joy, a boy, I was into a toy. When you grow older and colder, ya see the ploy. People get bolder and hold ya, but not ya hand. They land, work on you, a jerk that spew. Fucking bullshit, it sucking, I wanna full quit.

Yeah, this is life and reality. Yeah, this is life, what a calamity. Yeah, this is life and my family. I should give more credit but I dead it, I dead it.

Yeah, this is life and reality. Yeah, this is life, what a calamity. Yeah, this is life and my family. I should give more credit but I dead it, I dead it.

I did it Mom, I done fucked up. I did it Mom, I done sucked up. To the masses, they asses not even caring. In classes, my ass was, shot down, a clown sharing. His autistic spectrum, plus the journalistic rectum. I kiss leave me piss poor more for sure. They don’t wanna help, I yelp out and shout. Somebody be my friend, well, I see no end. To my devil’s, the pedal’s going full speed. To these levels, there no medal’s, just full greed. No wonder why I didn’t win awards. What a blunder I was, cause I sin of course. Guards couldn’t even, protect from believin’. Suicide was the only lonely way. I say this knowing guns I would spray this. But at my own head, I’m so lone, better off dead.

The struggle is daily. Check up on your loved ones. Please.

Not So Glorious (Prod. 22hereknowswhen)

Lyrics:

Yeah, if this was my last one, if this life was a fast one. We still made it, can’t fade it.

If this was my last one, if this life was a fast one. We still made it, can’t fade it.

Looking back at all the shit I made. I’m shook when I read like a book all the deed that paid. Off, they may scoff at my wack ass delivery. A giver be who I am, my fam know that god damn. Odd how I ram, my thoughts through you. They don’t stick, I won’t be a prick bout it though yo. I’m out it with the doubting, still have my times where. I still kill my chill, I have no rhymes where. I feel safe, a waif at heart since the start. Born torn in a world unfurled as horned. Devil level, scorned I was and cause. It stick, it leave me sick, I grieve and pick. My enemies, put it on me no pretending sprees. I’m my worst one, I was the first one. To be me, the only one in fact. Perhaps yer raps, are just saying what’s packed. In your mental, yeah yeah my credential. Ain’t my own, even grown I feel like a rental. But I’m better off, than 2 years ago. Suicidal to no end, now I go friend. Others more, brothers soar when we reach out. Speech out the balance between teach out and preach out. We Made It, can’t fade it, can’t grade it. It’s how you define the mine, you ya own you. So stay true.

If this was my last one, if this life was a fast one. We still made it, can’t fade it.

Yeah, if this was my last one, if this life was a fast one. We still made it, can’t fade it.

Do this for the ones who mocked up in hell. Do this for the ones who locked up in jail. Do this for the ones who never out on bail. Do this for the ones who keep with the tale. Do this for the ones who stay feeling well. Do this for the ones who inside they kill.
Do this for the ones who got shit to spill.
Do this for the ones who you, what a thrill.

We Made It. Congrats to us. We Made It. Peace.

We Made It (Prod. 22hereknowswhen)

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white nikes turning red cuz i wear em out
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skillet shirt on im acting like a monster
y u actin famous i dont even know yr name
talk big shit u aint even got no friends
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