made in soundation online daw with 4 people.

House Music

lyrics:

pull in the profit
why you talk shit
why you looking at me get yo wig split
bitch i'm making this shit like a blacksmith

now i'm counting this money you think that i'm funny
pull the blick out now i got that bitch runnin
all the hoes stare cuz they know that i'm stunning 
(what the fuck this sound real boring)

crush yo gem like lowtiergod
all on me like bitch just stop 
don't talk and just give me top- (cutoff)
(like literally what the fuck am i making ? !)

c-assist like dbz
fucked up on that dmt
no you're wrong i disagree
(watch out for that tree 1!11!!) 

dont give a fuck you can talk all that talk
you bitches be stinky you smell like a skunk
run that right back cuz you're shit outta luck
i'm really hoping you get hit by a truck

so don't come near me now 
so don't come near me no- (cutoff)

breaking all your body parts
can't take jokes took it to heart
coughing off this fucking cart

yea moment

did this all in a 2 hour sitting

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Connect 4

venny + supa - use headphones

lyrics:
Name a thousand bitches while i go out on ma yard
I dont even know how the fuck we got so far
They all keep on saying “yo its ups from here”
But thats a fucking lie and its oh so clear

Thinking bout the time when im gonna be dead
Am i gonna die with legacy or die with all regrets 
Probably the latter one cuz im a fucking pest
Fuck this lame life, get another one with chance

Nice out cuz your bitch ass dead no hearse
Bitch shut the fuck up cuz yo life is fucking worse
They keep talking shit, they keep holding back
One day imma smoke em all, all up in my pack

Life going so fast i dont why
Same shit everyday its burned into my eyes
It really doesn’t matter if you’re friends or family 
Then bitch you better know this shit gon end in misery

[99667] Confused (prod netparasite + bbyazul)

Movin Me

fuck if i know tbh hahah lmao

lyr:
Ive been down on shit bitch
You dont understand 
Pop the molly or the perc
Thinking you the fuckin man
Catch a rat bitch
pop they crib up with a SAM 
You be talking bout some racks
But you aint shown a band

I got hella sticks 
They catching up to yo face
You don’t talk yo shit bout secret
Or you gon catch a lace
Shoutout 115, we tokin blunts
Up at my place
Shoutout oathy, squad
We shootin shit, we up that pace

Its blood on my face
I get down with this case
All these bitches coming up at me
I shoot em outta my place

[99667] blxxd on my face (prod netparasite)

making an analog horror ab a machine that is capable of preserving souls. Should be fun.

Doomsday 2 N Elephant

Apocaleps