blow ft. ayjaystax (dev)

##Soulja「 prod. milesdakid 」

Donal x Mikey - Funny Shit! (prod. justxrolo)

(malachi you are trash nigga) 
hook:
we gon run to the bag nigga feelin like ricky 
we gon leave the opp redd like his name was trippie 
shawty hot like tamale and she wanna kiss me 
but i told the lil bitch ion do the damn kissing 
i said fuck all that talkin bitch gimme dat throat 
gotta g19 and it came wit a scope 
he got hit wit dat glock now he pray to the pope 
now that nigga gon fall like a negative slope 

verse: 
we gon up da damn pole make it blow like a whistle 
yea my money been but this shit is not crippled 
niggas riding my wave cus these niggas got ripples 
uh yea.. niggas got.. yea  
shawty got DSL feelin like kylie 
i’m on dat block and i’m shootin like kyrie 
uppin the pole now he hooked to the IV 
gettin them checks i ain’t talkin no nike 
shawty riding my d*ck like she really just biking 
bitch i’m just going up like a nigga just hiking 
and i carry the pack like i play for the vikings 
bitch i’m sending these bullets like i was tom brady 
got a seven foot shooter he lookin like KD 
choppa blasting like fireworks ain’t talkin katy 
yea his pockets been slim but my shit really shady 
yea these niggas really hoes and I know that 
bitch i really bop on that hoe like i’m kodak 
pull up wit a damn chop we gon make his ass go back 
and i’m fuckin that bad bitch you already  kno dat 
bitch i get to the cheese like a mf rat  
i can’t fw no thot cus i swear they a gnat 
yea them bullets gon tear through his skin like a tat 
cus them glocks and them fns gonna shoot at his back 
i-i got them diamonds they shining like riri 
bitch that’s not a glock boy you holdin a bb 
bad lil bitch rlly textin me she wanna see me 
i can’t love on no bitch nigga just like it’s keke  
nigga rlly a rat man i’m callin him mickey 
bitch i’m in a lil situation and it’s sticky 
niggas keep talkin and i’m not just wit it 
wanna up the damn fye cus my fingers been itching 

hook:
we gon run to the bag nigga feelin like ricky 
we gon leave the opp redd like his name was trippie 
shawty hot like tamale and she wanna kiss me 
but i told the lil bitch ion do the damn kissing 
i said fuck all that talkin bitch gimme dat throat 
gotta g19 and it came wit a scope 
he got hit wit dat glock now he pray to the pope 
now that nigga gon fall like a negative slope

5 am freestyle! [mathiastyner] (lyrics in desc)

aster*sk (prod. xtendo)

marksman >:( + swedetyb

benjis $$$ + swedetyb

UP! (ft. Glo Up)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Grrrah!) (Wooh!) (Yuh!) (Let's get it!) (Blah!) (Dumb as fuck!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Boom!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Scratch!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Brrt-brrt!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Skrrt!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Pop, pop, loose!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

[Verse 1]
Pop a bean, get dumb — call me Harvard reject (Yeah!)
Told the plug "bring five," he brought six — respect! (Pow!)
Flew a ho to Pluto, made her walk back, check (Facts!)
Sippin’ syrup thicker than a Popeye's neck (Lean!)
Got a stick in my boot, like I'm fightin' Shrek (Shrek!)
Bitch talk crazy, I just auto-correct (Auto!)
Gun go bang like it’s watchin' the Net (Boom!)
You talk online, but in person — a pet (Meow!)
I got a stripper named Bible, she blessed (Holy!)
Shot him at the spa, now he gettin' a rest (Zzz)
I don't aim legs, I go straight for the chest (Boom-boom!)
Make a niga moonwalk, hit him with finesse (Hee-hee!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bad bitch ugly, but she good at her job (Facts!)
Gave her ten racks just to slob on my knob (Woo!)
I don't need friends, I just mob with my mob (Mob!)
You gon' need God if you pull up and rob (Pow!)
(Yeah) (Boom) (Bitch) (Run it!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Skrrrah!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Click-clack!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Ha!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Like vroom!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot, shoot, shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Smile!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Damn!)

[Verse 2]
My choppa bilingual, it speak “rat-tat” and “Boom” (Boom!)
Scope so big, I could zoom in on the moon (Sniper!)
Bitch from the bay got more bass than a tune (Yeah!)
F&N turn a pussy boy into a cartoon (Flat!)
Dick so long, she just bowed like “thanks” (Haha!)
Shooter on point, made ‘em dance in his shanks (Two-step!)
Pulled up to church with a TEC in my pants (Clack!)
Pastor look scared — now we all doin' pranks (Oops!)
Got a Glock named TikTok, it count down slow (Tick... tick...)
When it go off, man the whole block glow (Glow!)
He was tough on the net, now he missin' his show (Gone!)
Try to box me? Niga, I fight with a pole (Boom!)

[Bridge]
Blowin' loud pack while she lickin' on toes (Woo!)
Money so long, it got legs like a hose (Drip!)
I don't kiss bitches, I just pass 'em to bros (Skrrt!)
We don't play tag, we just shoot — then we ghost (Ghost!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (BOOM!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Erase him!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Yuh!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Run it up!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, boom!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

Missile [Prod. PMO Music]

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marksman >:( + swedetyb

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