in my club we all fam

ghetto tech has consumed my life

Life can be cruel if you’re a dreamer

Grey Sheep II

$UICIDEBOY$ - THE SACRED (ORIGINAL VOICES)

Rack City/Love Scars 2 ft Antionia & Chris King [Produced by: 12hunna]

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Made Man

[VERSE I: LIL CUT THROAT]

You mother fucker’s pitiful 
I’m too sick of you
I’m a walking visual
You boys refillable
Unforgivable, once you cross me hoe
Now you a mother fucking stain to Lil Cut Throat [pop]

Let the gun bang
Nuts hang
Drug game ain’t the same
“$avage” tatted on my face
GREY Ape
Reason why we hot box
Fuck a badge
Fuck a cop
Even if the ‘K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside Knotty
Scope on the shotty
Semi-blow ya body
Tony gripping on the Tommy bitch

I bite the head off a bat like I’m Ozzy
You got a problem mother fucker?
Come and try me
I’m nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
North, north
East side
Five nine
Tony grippin’ Tommy...
Fuck around
End up get ya body autopsy
I be that walking zombie
Bath salts
Eating bodies
3 choppas and a shotty
Shooting everybody

Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Bad Azz
On them drugs, Jiggin’
Jaws locked - clinching
Trigger finger itching
If you think I’m kiddin’...
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking boy
Fuck a backwoods
Swishers what I use boy
Smoke what I choose
Do what I wanna do
Mother fuck you
And your punk friends too, you bitch


[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]

blunt lit lungs itch bitch i like the sting

smokin potent thinkin im the chosen one bitch im a king

i can hear my dead homies sing

now my eyes always hurtin wipin tears with diamond rings



hol up fuck boy

who the fuck said we cool

man i quit smokin wit hypebeasts back in 2002

what it do

motherfucker ima fool

ruby da cherry is ghoulin with goblins

if you got a problem then you betta move

from the womb to the tomb

bustin out early bustin out soon

black out the city bitch im back on the 30s

in bout 20 minutes we’ll be on the moon uh



drugs got me fucked up

sluts got me drugged up

fuck 

slap my face against a pill to crush it up

government id

helps get me high

seein stars in the mirror like im lookin with a bright beam

lime green paint but the rims lookin spike lee

mighty sloppy might be cocky

an i in the right scene?

highly unlikey and im willin to fuckin bet





leave a pussy wet

then i leave a pussy wet

im a fuckin vet

im a motherfuckin threat

G59 the set

G59 will make you sweat

i dont give a fuck is my fuckin epithet

lace up my nike decades

meet me at heavens gate

7th ward by the lake til my death

I Want to Die In New Orleans

CARROLLTON

(Verse 1) 
Where did all the wild things go? 
They went to hide, to rediscover their own bodies. 
Maybe we can find some peace. 
So we can sleep, and put our old tired hearts to rest. 

(Chorus) 
So when you come back, don't forget to ask how my day was. 

(Verse 2) 
It looks like I gotta get back. 
Back to where I'm a person. 
I know it won't hurt bad. 
And when it bleeds, it sure won't bother me. 

(Chorus 2) 
So when you get back, don't forget to ask how my day was. 

(Outro) 
I'm sorry that you didn't find what you wanted in this place. 
I'm sorry that you couldn't find what you wanted in this place. 
I'm sorry that I wasn't what you really needed in this place. 
I'm sorry that you didn't find what you were looking for in this place.
credits
released March 3, 2018 
written and recorded by Dylan Thomas Somers in a crowded garage somewhere in fort worth, TX
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BOOBIE LOOTAVELI - REY MYSTERIO 

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LYRICS:

Intro:
Boobie lootaveli 
Aka
Lil baby bogota
Mr. Color coordinatin
The Fat fabio
Tiburon dorado
Caramel dinamite 
The Tan jasen statham
Speed boat randy 

LIFE ON OUR TERMS

 lil harse



Yuhdig







1 lick 2 stickz 3 hit 4 Clips 
I aint got time to be dealin wit no hoe shit 
100 round drum n its speakin no sence 
100 round drum wetn up yo whole shit 

Jumpin a coup candy yam interior 
Throw da mask on like Im rey misterio 
Pull up to yo block hoe wats yo delio 
Circle got small like a got damn cheerio 

Raise da price up u ont know no better 
Ice cold neck froze need about 4 sweaters 
She a big dick eater well known go getter 
Ill splash on a bitch big white girl stepper 

Walk in da trap turn da wifi on
Turn da lights down low 
toatin pipes n poles 
N her waist real small but her ass on swole 
Ion preach no game cuz its sold not told 

Ay 
Shout out to da gang we aint sayin names yea 
I was somewhere up da road in a paper  plate yea 
Keep ya Mind on a swivel when u making plays yea 
for dem feds take u somewhere u dont wanna stay yea 

Jumpin a coup candy yam interior 
Throw da mask on like Im rey misterio 
Pull up to yo block hoe wats yo delio 
Circle got small like a got damn cheerio 

Hands to yourself dont touch my leather
Good drank big cups 44s cold weather drop a cool 6 zips i dont think i measured
Sittin low in da coup gave me high blood pressure 
Dip thru da block dodgin cops round shit 
I manuvever thru the field like my name mike vic 
Say a prayer when i wake then i load my stick 
Im not doin so bad for a fucked up spic 



Gone n get yo cake 
this is not a race yea 
Dont be sorry hoe be careful get up out my face yea 
Dont be talking to them people when they at yo place yea 
They gone give yo ass an option u dont wanna take yea 

1 lick 2 stickz 3 hit 4 Clips 
I aint got time to be dealin wit no hoe shit 
100 round drum n its speakin no sence 
100 round drum wetn up yo whole shit

REY MYSTERIO

La la la (Prod. Lupus)

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ghetto tech has consumed my life

SAINT GRAVES

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