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bats - walk inside my shoes (8strings)

luck - nun (8strings, slugwurf)

neverending (demo)

#BC2K25 #bookclub 

@keropill @keropill @keropill
@axcore @axcore @axcore

produced by pill
mixed by me

(fleur)
pill got that pack imma smoke until like sun sun
pill got that pack imma smoke until like sundown
pill got that pack imma smoke until like sundown
all yall be my kids, all yall be my sons now
pop a perc on thursday ill be up until the suns out 
went and got my weight up
i be smoking by the pound 

cookie pack is thrax
im smoking nothing but that gas 
wanna feat i tax, wanna beat i tax (i dont...)
lax first class nothing but my bag yah
told her that i loved her i did not mean that 
pop out with that retta wanna fuck i let her 

and you mad as hell you can't catch up, yeah you fed up
bookclub we wont let up, want my status you could never
you could never


(ax)
you can never, you can never, you can never, you can never
i was runnin goal-to-goal to get a header
i was tryna feel myself, i feel the best
oh girl get up, it's forever
you'll feel better, now go and get your head up
getting too much fast, i gotta keep my tempo
i been actin weird, i really should confess

i just wanna breath, i just wanna go, i cannot compete, i don't wanna go, i put it into speed, i cannot let it fall
it's just us, you and me, let's go back to the room (that's alright)

this dont feel right, i dont worry bout it
i been thinkin bout this shit, pretty calm about it
i surrender to this pain and i'll go and fall about it

you could never / / + axcore (pill)

this ho tryna take my kids away from me (allure)

peace, not war (zigimo)

@astrmani @eightstringss @oh.bats @zejjjp_

lyrics:

boy i tote 3 times 3
nigga not fuckin wit me
556 on me 
lil fuck nigga say he dropped diss, shit weak 

lil nigga try n hide, lil nigga get seeked
yeen talkin bout shit, lil nigga don’t speak
got guns, hella chops in here, don’t peek
outside tryna lurk, lil nigga don’t sleep 

like nightmare, nightmare, nigga i’m right there
post onnat block, n i’ll bet he’ll die there
bad bitch send a opp lo, she spyware 
new baby glock, yea it sit in a high chair 

fuck opps, tryna diss gang, then i might care
twin jumpin in wit a glock, ion fight fair 
how you miss shots nigga i was standing right here 
claiming dat block, he don’t even drive by there 

lame ass nigga, youn bang, buddy capped out 
saw em outside, we ain’t clutch, nigga tapped out 
told buddy it was time to slide, n he backed out 
know his whole black, got da whole hood mapped out 

niggas got served n the whole hood blacked out 
ion even talk, nigga i jus pull straps out 
whole gang inna bando got it trapped out 
gave lil twin a perc 10 n he crashed out 

bats - walk inside my shoes (8strings)

8strings

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