da drop still harder aint see like this br

SAINT IN SKY WITH LIL guy

lyrics:


even tho i’m dead i’m still alive yea i’m walkin dead 
tht nigga talkin shit chop em up n now he’s dead
don’t give a fuck abt this n shit man i want tht bread 
n u ain’t shit ah ha i’m like ok 2 bad 
yea this shit look like the last of us 
got me a stick tht shit gon bust 
n yea i ball but not like russ 
yea u sum shit yea u the must 
n i get tht bread yea it’s a must 
don’t care what he said like tell em hush 
get out my way i’m in a rush 
just talked 2 bae she wanna fuck 
yea talkin tht shit u know we gon get u gone 
yea i know u can never b yea what i’m on 
yea n i run right thru this beat just like a marathon 
yea look at my fit look at my wrist i got louis vuitton
yea walkin dead jus like a zombie eat ya brains out 
even tho we can eat u we still got k’s out 
yea i want blood yea i want guts no we don’t play now 
u said im shit well u a bitch so what u sayin now ?
yea i don’t fuck wit niggas yea ik they fake 
take a blade… slash it to his face 
i need blood i need money what it takes 
she put it on my face yea i love the taste

#walkin_dead (cheffdvrk)

dead ft. beno (sauccc x maadfr)

Say Slatt Say Ski (Produced With Flavor)

try (8nfra tainiykick)

cup (ferdi shazy)

Produced by 8nfra

Gotta spin back, she mad
Got 10 in the pack, she mad
Two girls on my phone, she mad
Getting too rough, she mad
They stay under attack
I step out with the mandem
If it’s at night, I tell you, it’s mad

I’m tryna make this paper
Speak to you later, ain’t tryna chat
Baddie is bad and I’m calling her brat
One puff, I’ma lace that crap
Two puff, I’ma lace that crap
Wake up think about making this paper
Feel like my name Eugene Krabs
I do not care ‘bout how much you paying
You ain’t gon’ hop on this fucking track
One ting come from Japan
Other one come from DAMAC
I had to cut off the yes men
Breaking the bed like it’s wrestling
Can’t even finish a sentence
I gotta get me my check in
Step out the plane, international man
Go to the hotel for the check-in
White in her nose like dressing
Whi- White in her nose like dressing
Hold on, think I’m digressing
I’m tryna make a move
Calling up S0re, that brudda my best friend
I’m tryna make some moves
I’m calling up Gorskiyy, that’s my bredrin
Do you get it? 
Man like Wayne
My brudda outside with Adonis
My brudda out with the baby Drake
All them man do is spend time on the internet
Them man like Lain
Chatting about some next man, like it’s imporant
This shit ain’t no game
So why they keep playing? 

Gotta spin back, she mad
Got 10 in the pack, she mad
Two girls on my phone, she mad
Getting too rough, she mad
They stay under attack
I step out with the mandem
If it’s at night, I tell you, it’s mad
Spinning the block, you mad? 

Gotta spin back, she mad
Got 10 in the pack, she mad
Two girls on my phone, she mad
Getting too rough, she mad
They stay under attack
I step out with the mandem
If it’s at night, I tell you, it’s mad
Spinning the block, you mad?

She Mad

Produced by Steelo


I ain’t got no time
Pak it up
I ain’t got no time
Pak it up
Tryna save my time for the bag
I ain’t tryna hear nun, shut up
Gotta get my head in a clear head space
Gotta get my bread right up
Bitch
I’m up with Steelo
You see the steeze, you wouldn’t believe it
I’m keeping it real
I’m with the Gs, we smoking that weed, like
I’m making these beats, I hop on these beats
I’m chasing the feeling
I’m with the killers you ain’t never seen
We out on the street
Them man tryn be like me but they never will be me, like
Yea, I’m speedin, 250 on the highway
Fucking on a street light
I’m just being myself
That’s one thing you’ll never be like
I’m counting up, getting my bills right
I’n tryna live that mill-life
I ain’t sellin my soul
I ain’t signing no contract until the deal right
All I’m hearin is plans and chit chat 
But it’s never in the real life
You ain’t a rapper brudda, you ain’t geeking
Just quit the mf pills, like

I ain’t got no time
Pak it up
I ain’t got no time
Pak it up
I ain’t got no time
Pak it up
Tryna save my time for the bag
I ain’t tryna hear nun, shut up
Gotta get my head in a clear head space
Gotta get my bread right up

I ain’t got no time
Pak it up
I ain’t got no time
Pak it up
I ain’t got no time
Pak it up
Tryna save my time for the bag
I ain’t tryna hear nun, shut up
Gotta get my head in a clear head space
Gotta get my bread right up

Beyonce

8nfra

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