foreign p. februxry

iptso ( moovin42 )

I been stuck up in this shit, like
I been stuck up in this shit life
I don’t really give no fuck bout my life
Mfka go and check the timelines
You don’t wanna know what I been thinking bout
I’ll die tonight, Ima walk it off
I been yelling, but nobody gone see me cry
Just keep on telling me them lies
Mask on, this shit disguised
And I’m done telling you shit, I’d rather go and hide

These mfkas all talk
These mfkas don’t wanna walk
Know the bitch wanna sit and watch
Keep on telling me what’s not
I know this shit, I know what’s hot
Call up Miylo to bring that box
This shit keep staying locked
I don’t count the shit I lost
I been locked in on that shit, they thought I had Adderall
And I’ve been watching from afar, I know that bitch will fall
I got my bitch to count my money, I told a bitch add it all
I got that bitch up right from nothing, so I’m not sad at all
I’m lying, I feel like Ima kill myself
Nobody knows the day I fell
Pull up, send him straight to hell
What goes on in this shit, can’t tell
Ring no bells, does my name really ring no bells?
Took my life up out the shell
I’m on shit that you can’t tell
That’s what I fear
Tell me something that you fear
Too much on, and I can’t hear
I’m like two out I can’t steer
Too much pain to deal with a year
And I’m like, ah, I’m too dry I don’t got no tears
Mfka, ah, I’m too distanced from my peers

I been stuck up in this shit, like
I been stuck up in this shit life
I don’t really give no fuck bout my life
Mfka go and check the timelines
You don’t wanna know what I been thinking bout
I’ll die tonight, Ima walk it off
I been yelling, but nobody gone see me cry
Just keep on telling me them lies
Mask on, this shit disguised
And I’m done telling you shit, I’d rather go and hide

DIE2NITE (prod. ssongbirds)

You could talk on Nero, I don’t give a fuck, ah
My pockets on zero, I made it up, ah
All that swag you rock, I made it up
I got way too much coming in, I had to count it up
Bitches fanning up
Out in Canada
I had to send my shit all the way out to Canada
I had to test a motherfucker, I’m not passing ya
Quit that shit go can it up
Speak, they understanding none

No text, no calls, and I got two phones, for what
I got the stick up in my drawl, ‘cause when I walk, I gotta clutch
Money busting out the walls, need a house to keep up
My shirt so motherfucking tight and small, I don’t need to beef up
Like, I don’t really need ya, oh no, oh no
Like, why you think I need ya
I was taking trips to see ya
I’m really sinking without a boat
My shit too packed, can’t free up
Every motherfucker know, I’m just screaming free ya

You—you could talk on—you could talk on Nero, I don’t give a fuck, ah
My pockets on zero, I made it up, ah
All that swag you rock, I made it up
I got way too much coming in, I had to count it up
Bitches fanning up
Out in Canada
I had to send my shit all the way out to Canada
I—I had to test a motherfucker, I’m not passing ya
Quit that shit go can it up
Speak, they understanding none

FOR WHAT (prod. ssongbirds)

Dobble w piwnicy (feat, prod kok0s)

chyba jestem chory

YouLookPrettyToday

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ohsxnta + jahxtf - school (tdf + perc40)

They doing anything, just to make enough
And they doing anything, to try to match it up
You would do anything, to try to match it up
They—they—they tryna hop on waves
Got a brand new chop, let the bitch erase
She want me painting her face
Wanna fuck all the time, she don’t do no dates
I don’t got options that I got to face
Got a brand new whip, see she wanna race
Hollow tips, see how it taste
Don’t give no fuck what you got to say

I’m on 10 for the most of this shit, and I’m not lying
And they all on 10, on 10 for this shit, I got my soldiers firing
Bitch, change it up, I’m feeling sick, got a brand new bitch, that one expiring
Talk that shit, but ain’t look in my iris
I’m outside, they gone sign that siren
I’m outside, they gone ring that bell right now, cause they knowing Nero out
I change it up, I’m on shit you can’t tell, I ain’t bout to share it out
Air it out, I point it up, gone air it out
Take my soul I don’t care about
Brand new drum hold 50 rounds
Catch up with me, don’t be in last
I’m tired of them bringing up my past
Why they act like they gone crash
They love me, I can’t do no bad
Give a fuck bout nothing else, need bags
Man down, he need a tag
Hop off the jet, I got jet lag
I came out on the top of my class

They doing anything, just to make enough
They doing anything, just to make enough
And they doing anything, to try to match it up
You would do anything, to try to match it up
They—they—they tryna hop on waves
Got a brand new chop, let the bitch erase
She want me painting her face
Wanna fuck all the time, she don’t do no dates
I don’t got options that I got to face
Got a brand new whip, see she wanna race
Hollow tips, see how it taste
Don’t give no fuck what you got to say

THEY DOING ANYTHING (prod. Tainiykick, bbmevis & astori)

MONEY FLU

ksubikoja - balmain (p. murfee)

„Ma styl owocowy, nie z pierwszego pasa,
bo to nie banan, to rapowy ananas”