Mixed by: Korso

Lyrics:
Can I (can I)
have you (have you)
Can I breathe the same air as you (as you)
And I let you tell me what to do (what to do)

Can I (can I)
have you (have you)
Can I breathe the same air as you (as you)
And I let you tell me what to do (what to do)
I know
I know
I know (I know)
I don’t take things slow (slow)
I rather go fast (fast)
And make the time past (past)
Where did u go
(That’s fucking crazy bruh)
I run
I run
Far away
To make sure you are safe
To make sure you are sane

Can I (can I)
have you (have you)
Can I breathe the same air as you (as you)
And I let you tell me what to do (what to do)

Can I (can I)
have you (have you)
Can I breathe the same air as you (as you)
And I let you tell me what to do (what to do)

Tell me
Tell me
Now
Do you want me now
Or do u want me later (later)
Do you want me for dinner (dinner)
I can put myself on a plate just for you sir
(Ooohh)
We can eat it now
But save that shit for later
I don’t wanna waste another day with you sir

Can I (can I)
have you (have you)
Can I breathe the same air as you (as you)
And I let you tell me what to do (what to do)

Can I (can I)
have you (have you)
Can I breathe the same air as you (as you)
And I let you tell me what to do (what to do)

have u (prod.seilleϟ)

Without You

in the end (prod.Rxkz)

(Verse 1)
Kick a nigga Bruce Lee 
record label sign me 
Every song that I’ve made is hit by me 
Got weed let it blow smoking on that chief Keef
Hottest drop on the tape feature with that Danny Ming 
Bitch I slide & I swerve in a Uber
Past present time moving onto the future 
imma end beef next scene like it’s bloopers 
hoe’s being hoes’s every chick spreading rumors 
Imagine me like I’m billy & Mandy 
Suited up with a tie cause they be saying I’m fancy 
use it like a tool it be coming in handy 
dad telling me how I should’ve been manly 
Never really cared what he said tho 
Bitch I’m imperfect imma make it to my end zone 
Every other chick always put me in the friend zone 
greatest living legend got me feeling like a tenfold 
lil nigga picking up a game for Nintendo 
i Dreamcast I ain’t talking about a sega 
i drop songs I don’t care about the haters 
so many girls telling me I be a player 
I’m getting money even if I wasn’t famous 
Nightlife scene, midnight, knock him out cold lullaby for his bedtime, 23 vision next year imma stand-mines, sending me a track finish it before the deadline 

(Verse 2)
Punk-Rock radio, I’m on
As-salamu Alaykum, glory to Allah
kill ‘em all
Ten Iraqi bitches wait on me to ball
got us lost in the fuckin’ matrix, bitch, 
let’s rise up, 
five percent the window, tint the rim and 
hail hydra
black katana swinging out the window of the viper
we’ll wipe ya
motorola, sending in them snipers
Aw man, God damn 
how the holy water dried up?
1985 i’m trapping cocaina extract
Bro said we the greatest living legend 
man, I felt that
I just woke up next to these bitches but where my belt at? 
bitches tell me I ain’t shit so they could tell they self that
big kamakazi, I yatted my fuckin body
pushin every mazzi up under summa cum laude
if anyone got any reason not to shoot up the party then speak now,
i’m forever tweakin’ i’m geeked out pussy

floppy Disk ft danny ming (prod.CompositionX)

allstr+ ft. Tismo

Mick Jagger

LYRICS:

Walk in the room and I'm feeling hot as fuck
You talking, assume you be all up on my nuts
I'm poppin', who knew I would always come in clutch
I drop, and for you it will never be enough

I walk up in the room and everybody tryna talk shit
I drop him in a tomb and heat him up just like a sausage
I'm popping way too soon and that's why I be scared to drop shit
But music is a part of me and I'm not gonna stop it

People be discarding me 'cause they're mad they can't top it
Keep a heavy armory blowing up like a rocket
Had intentions of harming me, he ran up and got hit
Cutting this beat and I feel like I'm Jason
You cannot handle the struggle I'm facin'
Feel like the shit, you be really complacent
Hit him in the head and make sure he is wasted
Flow so complicated, you can't break it
Know that I am hated but I take it
I go up the industry, I shake it
You are my enemy, you just be faking
You see that I'm doing well and you're mad because you cannot take it

Why are you talking? I don't even get it
You're not really moving, I know you regret it
Say that the hate bothers me, I don't let it
I know I'm the GOAT and I don't care who said it
Got hate up inside me, but I just forget it
I've been going up and I know where I'm headed
Like baseball, I deface y'all, leave you red
And hit you with a bat, then beat your damn head in

Back in and I'm rappin' with the heat
You just be cappin', you very sweet
Like luggage, I pack him, get hit and he beat
Pull up and attack him, knock him off his feet

I don't get why they playing with me, I'm up and displaying a spree
I can tell that he been fakin', there's no way he'll be stayin' with me
Hit with the shit, make a bitch wanna run away
I've been feeling lit, so today you can't take my fun away
I've been moving weight, get in the way, you be a mystery
I've been on my demon time, I just turn you to history

Hopping on the track, I don't lack, my flow be blistering
He was talking tough, clean the block up just like it's Listerine
Why you mocking us? Make it stop because we just hit obscene
Talk about my brain like you're aware of all the shit I've seen

LISTERINE

LISTERINE [PROD. PASTA] @xylenol_404

shawty she mad ik she got a bf </6

fw gang: https://soundcloud.com/sp6derfr

purple! ft ton (33nimb)

Cowboy

Cowboy (p. RicandThadeus)

Fw ittt 

lyrics - 

We did too much talkin, im just tryna fuck, fuck yo ex man get yo money up, villians on my back they keep that 50 tucked, aint no duplicates it just be one of us, 

sorry lil mama if im late 2 tha party, i was fuckin bitches right the second that you called me, all you gotta do is show your loyal then you have me, if you want some love lil mama get on top me, i aint tryna talk im just tryna fuck, fuck yo ex man get yo money up, i got villians on my back they got 50 tucked, aint no duplicates its just one of us, 

Aztec gold no sparrow, call me a don no robert dinero, hands on that ass and where ever that head go, all white snow up my bitch nose snow globe, 

sorry lil mama if im late to the party, i was fuckin bitches right the second that you called me

- villen - 

Cash, i do cups
Sippin on that wock it make me yack make me float
That bitch and her friend bad yeah, i want both
Spent some racks on a few bags and a couple coats
Runnup den u gettin double tapped hit u and ya bro
I said dat i can not fuck wit dat
Oh no, no no no
I made a rack, and i doubled dat,issa 1 witta 0,0,0
If its not facts i can fw dat no no, no no no
I cant look back, no i cant look at dat, oh no, no no no
Ridin round inna 4 door
I been by my lone though
Ny neck and my wrist it be so froze
Thinking bout going solo
Im talking bout shit that you dont know
Idk how long i been alone for
Spitin fye like a dragon komodo 
I feel like the man wit my coat on
You try to get me to react, but i redact that
Riding around inna scat pack
Going to fast you cant catch dat

Runnup on me you gon die you gon get fried, aim at yo snap back
I j keep going w my life, i cant rewind , i cannot back track 

Yo life it come witta price
You cant look me in my eyes
Thats nice
Thats the last time im gon give advice

Without You

tristan

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