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Skippa Da Flippa - How Fast Can You Count It

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6. Nuthin (feat. J Stash & A$AP Ant)

produced by Far Lane

2nd single off of BulletProofSole's Soleil EP 
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Ain't Shit Feat. Teddy Blow & BevThe2nd (prod. by Far Lane)

WTF $EI RAPS NOW?!?!

End of the start to a brand new beginning

3 FA 1 // BANDLAB SEALED N DONE

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$outh $ide $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x POUYA - GLUTTONY

NO HOOK LIL YACHTY X QUAVO (PROD. FKi)

Get wet to these sensual sounds while drinking wine in the dusk of the evening. As you get to the bottom of your chalice , look around and notice , two Latina women in chokers crawling to you. As one of the women near your ear , she whispers "Damn Papi, was this mixed by soundcloud.com/diegovolumes ?" You simply reply with a subtle nod.
You turn your head, "What's this ?" You notice the second woman approaching your dearest friend soundcloud.com/chvli. You can feel the tension in the room building up. The second woman now proceeds to follow in the foot steps of her friend, she then whispers "Damn did you produce this because my undies are soaked"

"Yes" he replies...

Written by Shakewell , Pouya & Max Beck
Screenplay by Migo Plug Danny
Lights: Germ & Ramirez
Stage Handling: Booty Sensei
Boom Operator: DJ Be My Friend
Casting Director: Crystal Meth

special thanks to mother , father , katy perry & satan senpai.

Terminal Sex (Feat. Pouya) Prod. By Chevali & Diego Farias

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[VERSE I: LIL REMAINS]

we be them gorillas creepin' inside your motherfucking mind
germ got the axe
watch him lift it up and then swing it from behind

[VERSE II: GERM]

who is he?
that fucker a beast
came with the fleet, knock you out your fleece
cold summers with them long winters, if need be
fuck the world, bitch, i'm balls deep

[VERSE III: LIL INFECTED]

demons surround me
i'm drowing
i'm fiending for opiates
scheming
i hope it gets colder
the seasons they change but we holding
defeating the opposition
opposite of the competition

[VERSE IV: LIL REMAINS]

we start a fucking riot
don't try me
i strike like lightning or tyson
do drive by's riding on bikes, man
i swear that murder excitin'
i'm expediting your life's end
we multiplying alliance
you biting? well, i'm delighted
welcome to hell, i'm your guidance

[VERSE V: GERM]

hold on
call on me
diamonds dancing, homie
running for office
offensive and lawless
balls of the rawest in jaws of the new elect
fucked up be my set like ratchets with hatchets wilding
catching necks.
i'm bout bad shit like where the plague at?
that guy with the lost cause
fifty one fifty
spazzing, screaming where the flame at?

[VERSE VI: LIL INFECTED]

flame on
plague calm
stained palms
pop eight pills now the fucking pain's gone
slaying yall
chain flawed
same song
change long
long mane
raised kong
trained kong to slay them broads
reign strong

[VERSE VII: LIL REMAINS]

dirty nasty up the ante
drop top, dat way
mr. pop off on a banny

[VERSE VIII: GERM]

i got a bottle of thompson
bunch of shitty whiskey in me
gentilly with the 7th ward lord
razor blades slice the vocal chords

[VERSE IX: LIL INFECTED]

from new orleans to atlanta
sip a dirty big shot fuck a fanta
sell out a show in santa ana
dirty nasty propaganda

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - SLIP ON A BANANA CLIP

[VERSE I: SLICK SLOTH]

playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend 
white boy with the nappy hair
bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
bunch of all you thirsty
thirty somethin' motherfuckin' bald head headass
won't get off this playa nuts
test yo' luck, might catch slugs
this that middle finger up
shit, fuck a bitch
and fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
tell me, really (How does it feel?)
if you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage (How does it feel?)
fuck you punks, we stock weapons
47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
cut throat, boy
there's more than one reason that I'm a—

[VERSE II: Ruby da Cherry]

broke boy ain't broke
i got a lot of fucking bread now
i've seen the globe
muffaletta loaf sitting in the right and left pockets
but my pockets got a lot of fucking holes
leave a trail of the crumbs for them fuckboys to follow
yeah fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
tomorrow ain't promised - a tough pill to swallow
but roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
it's a tough pill to kick
always fall short
standing tall with my vice
fuck yall for the sport
the money the bitches the fame
feeling like a hoard
now i'm smoking more ports
and i'm closer to death than i was when i was poor
cooking pizza in the kitchen
passing out on the couch
i'll die from being bored
sing a sadass song with just 4 chords
oh lord
sing a sadass song
another death in the 7th ward
oh lord
sing a sadass song for yung $now 
putting in hours at the morgue
sing a sadass song for another tally on the sword
blizzard storm when i mourn

WTF $EI RAPS NOW?!?!

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