remix of my kitchen by guwop
new mixtape otw

I told them, bro
Get the fuck out my kitchen
Like you approaching on a wave
Like you tryna swag surf
Get in my sauce and shit

Put the pounds in the trash
Shyne go do the dishes
Nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a Hemi, ride with a semi
The Mac 10 ballistic
How you do it, Shyne?
Don't know, cost me 20
I'm a 16 bar hoe
Fill me up, fill me with drank
Me and Luca ran off on a plug, left him stank
Pussy tryna talk all that shit, he won't meet me in Queens
Wanna meet me at the show? He get hit with that dank

My bitch pussy popping all pink
Got a fine ting, on the dick, like trampoline
Looking like a coat of mink
Yo bitch sucking on my dick
The same one that you kiss
Brunette bitch so bad
I think she want to have my kids
Okay, I'm at your doorstep, check that ring
I'm really at that zero ping
Feel like Jordan, five fingers, but I got 6 rings
I feel like Bron, the goat
Catch you with that fucking heat
Riding on that bitch, yeah
Got her riding on that meat
Got her riding with the gang
Tryna fuck on the clique
Brought em in the club
Brought em in the club with illegal sticks
Hold on Blake, stop the track
Tryna hear these pussies talk that shit
Talking on my name, swear you gon' get pistol whip

Platforms

My Kitchen

mel by ticox / drums by aizeks
dj mixed by yrs truly #ksc shoutout ticox shoutout kg

On my bros, we going up forever
Talking down on my bros, we going up forever
Talking down on my bros, we going up forever
That shit forever, that shit forever

Bought the chain today, just to feel the weather
Bitch talking down on my name, I'll see you never
Bitch riding 'round the dick, looking like a sweater
Talking down on my bros, we going up forever
That shit forever, that shit forever
Big ass pistol on my hip, yeah you see that shit
Trying all that shit? Bitch, I shine in the sun like a bliss
Yeah, they call me Lil Shyne, I'm feeling like a bitch
Yeah, I'm too icey in this bitch, feel like a glist
Got his bitch biting on her cheek, like a cyst
Don't give no fuck about a pussy saying shit
Talking on my name, you too young to drive the whip
I want expensive hoes, expensive shit
Saying Shyne Out Kid, you feel more like Jason Kidd?
Number two in this hoe, leading assists

Bought the chain today, just to feel the weather
Bitch talking down on my name, I'll see you never
Bitch riding 'round the dick, looking like a sweater
Talking down on my bros, we going up forever
Bought the chain today, just to feel the weather
Bought the chain today, just to feel the weather
Bought the chain today, just to feel the weather

Jason Kidd

Jason Kidd Prod Ticox Aizeks

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keygen - Evil Hash Skull ANOTHER KEYGEN WEED SONG WOWWW...... - -(psythoness)

flip_phone_god - juggalette </3 prod (2) earthmover

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with @bappyyass
prod aizeks and sacredeer fka tankgrrrl
cover art by me & also tape soon i promise this time

If I'm cutting on my wrists, then y'know I kept it rigid
Lines straight cut, kept 'em in fucking check like twin sisters, yeah
KSC two times fucking equal, scoring out, listening to The Eagles
Beverly Hill type dream, listening to The-fucking-Dream
O.F. type thing, yeah
Numbers only thing that don't ever mean shit to me
If you rocking with the bros, then you a part of the team, yeah
Shoutout everyone who fuck with me
Shoutout everyone who fuck with me
Throw a mufucking ring up
Feel like '04 Pistons the way they doubted me

If I could rule the world, I'd blow up twitter first
I ain't working with no weirdo, you won't get no fuckin verse
Nazis ain't gon make it far, you better hit 'em where it hurt
Nazis ain't gon make it far, you better hit 'em where it hurt
When Isaac shaved his stache, I cried
They thought that I was hacking, way I win too many times
Why should I give out second chances when they keep on lying?
Fool me once you could never fool me twice bitch, nice try
Yeah, my man a Mexican and he throw that ass for me
Chase the bag, I'm flexican, I run like an athlete
Pussy nerd be talking shit, you get popped like acne
Love myself more than I love you, bitch I know you bad for me

Yeah, yeah, baby when we hold hands, do you feel the same?
I could put you on a plane, take you out your ways
Put you on a Beverly Hill flight, yeah today
Stop playing with my emotions, I don't wanna get you wrong
If I'm counting cash, then y'know I'm getting motion
With KSC, all the bros, that's the notion
And we taking over the nation
You already know how much I cherish our relation
All I ever do is think about you, no exaggeration
Fuck your boyfriend, come and get with me
I'm the better man, no fabricating
Why would I ever lie to you?
Why would I lie ever to you?
Why would I ever lie to you?

If I'm cutting on my wrists, then y'know I kept it rigid
Lines straight cut, kept 'em in fucking check like twin sisters, yeah
KSC two times fucking equal, scoring out, listening to The Eagles
Beverly Hill type dream, listening to The-fucking-Dream
O.F. type thing, yeah
Numbers only thing that don't ever mean shit to me
If you rocking with the bros, then you a part of the team, yeah
Shoutout everyone who fuck with me
Shoutout everyone who fuck with me
Throw a mufucking ring up
Feel like '04 Pistons the way they doubted me

Beverly Hills W Bappy Prod Aizeks Sacredeer

single no. 1 from medication: the prequel

production, mixing, writing, and cover art by me

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Gang, squad, squad, let's go
Gang, gang, gang

You get slimed out, Nickelodeon
Your money too damn short, Napoleon
KSC uber city, we utopian
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Got an army of my own
Never fear of being lone
Medusa head on the gun, turn your ass to fucking stone
Fuck a 4chan user, turn his ass to fucking bones
65 Cadillac, Nina Simone
Oh, it's so quiet in this hidden place
Crystal castle on the neck
Shock you to your waves
Teaching bitches how to swim
Electric shock to the core
You hate him, therefore
You must learn the fucking lore, on gang

Turn the city up
Turn the city up, uh huh, uh huh
Turn the city up
Turn the city up, uh huh, uh huh
Turn the city up
Turn the city up, uh huh, uh huh
Turn the city up
Turn the city up, uh huh, uh huh

Fuck that shit, I'ma bag a bitch
KSC new MLG, we quickscope a snitch
Fuck a rat girl
Mag dump 'til you a hitch
Tie the rope
Better pray forgiveness
Like we was the Pope
Can only hope the sniper don't hit
Or it ain't got a scope
Regardless I'ma tomahawk
You should know that I ain't afraid to bank a shot
The rope ties harder, there's another knot

(All I wanna do is)
Turn the city up, turn the city up
Turn the city up, turn the city up
(All I wanna do is)
Turn the city up, turn the city up
Turn the city up, turn the city up
(All I wanna do is)
Turn the city up, turn the city up
Turn the city up, turn the city up
(All I wanna do is)
Turn the city up, turn the city up
Turn the city up, turn the city up

I'ma count up this dough
This dough, this dough
I'ma get all the moolah
Moolah, moolah

Got an army of my own
But without you, girl I feel so alone
Put me to my tomb
If I die here right now, would you do me wrong?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh

My hoe got a belt from Hot Topic
Bitch wanna fuck, 'cuz I'm trending topic
I get the guap and y'know that I count it
I get the za and y'know that I zip it
Want my old hoe, love bad habits
Bitch wanna fuck, 'cuz she love to riot
Bitch on my dick, 'cuz she love to rave
I'ma count up this guap and y'know that I pay
Bang, bang, two shots rang out to the crowd
I'ma show this hoe how to smoke loud
See what I tot and I'm fucking proud
Bad hoe ask "is that allowed?"

My-my-my, hoe-hoe-hoe, gotta
Bitch-bitch wanna
My-my-my, hoe-hoe-hoe, gotta
Bitch-bitch wanna
My-my-my, hoe-hoe-hoe, gotta
Bitch-bitch wanna
My-my-my, hoe-hoe-hoe, gotta
Bitch-bitch wanna

I'ma count up this dough
This dough, this dough
I'ma get all the moolah
Moolah, moolah

Got an army of my own
But without you, girl I feel so alone
Put me to my tomb
If I die here right now, would you do me wrong?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh

Army of My Own

all prod by me
lyrics
i don't feel i deserve your intimacy
yet i've fallen in love with your intricacy
hold me close, boy, glance into my eyes
hold me close, boy, until the sunrise

for the first time
it feels like i'm in heaven
for the first time
it's reciprocated obsession
for the first time
there's nothing to be afraid of
for the first time
it feels like i am in love

i hope this feeling never goes away
i'm praying to god that you'll stay

for the first time
it feels so unreal
for the first time
i have the ability to feel

don't be shy, don't be scared
i'll be here, i won't go anywhere
you have me, and i have you
kiss me more
there's nothing else you should do

ALFRED MOROSE - FIRST TIME

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