Drownin

DatDJEMoney - Superbowl (Mix)

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New Dawn Beat

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I keep it a 100 yes of coz
Keep me the diba , ain't no choice
Talking hard cash check the amount
iphepa eline ncasa, the power , respect 
Trap'd at the stu , making some music
100 degrees, oh yes ma crew lit 
Eating on cotton , we nca with the drip
Jumpout aesthetic, gxng hela mental

(gxng hela meeeeeeeeental)
(himmy himmy himmy)

30 G'd up I got AP wimme we go blast it in Central 
Lil Mbayler that nigga I swuh that he crazy 
Talk 'bout myself , I'm also narrating
Digital scale I count up the loot , 
Ain't tryna yake Ls I do the the equation
Shake it and move it on separate occasions 
1 MAN my dolo madness loc G
Make that shit sing I keep it on key
THBC that's gon' cost you a fee
kicking that shit, I'm in my own league 
Ain't getting no rest I'm Hell'a fatigued 
All I want on my plate Is that blue or that green

hey, 'ey
(mumble raps)

I was 17 fucking with bitches who were prolly like 19, 20/ 21
I was rocketman ridin' I put in orbit 
Lil mbayler the pilot I'm really him
keep stuffin & feeding my pockets
I need em bitches to get fatter than norbit
Musician magic I'm Gandalf the great,
this verse sound is straight out The Hobbit
Ribbit (ripping) the beat from the bounce 
to the snare my flow Steady be hoping 
huh, fuck is you talking?
Lil mbayler be doing that magic 
Catch him I mop him
The chrome?
comes with the static!

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I'm from a dangerous place they go pull up fast pace put a pole to yo face
feel like Lil Durk on this (I keep it a G)
I guess I'm the voices of the streets


in Central [Prod. BATMØBILE]

When things turn out great

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Orey - Peep-hole

Oh I gits on over to the left 
Turnin' on dat corner with dat weed out 
Already saw what I want
Nobody callin' at all
No forty dollar shoes on my feet
Say...they want to come take a roll in my ride
Dead ass so hard dat forty got my freaks out
Shakin' dat Cardi bomb
I just saw them fall
Turnin' on dat corner with dat weed out

Take dat Glock from underneath the seat out 
Tell dat foo we blastin' we gone knock his teeth out
Dis shit go so hard ain't my fault
Das just how it go don't get me wrong
Yeah I swear on God
Pullin' out da Glock let it clip 
Bullet fo dat ho let it bleed out
My Brodie's smokin' hard they better keep out 
Ma slatt they 'bout ta creep out
We da local freaks out

Staring at you through the peep hole
We da freaks and we be kickin' down your door 
Droppin' all these bitches to the floor
Gimme all your shit I take it all oh

Peep-hole

Recording Live from 19.07.24. We start with nice and smooth "La Femme" (105 bpm) and then slightly turning into house and Nu disco and nu jazz ( 125 bpm), the last 30 minutes dedicated to Techno (136 bpm). Enjoy!

Head to the Sky (feat. Epik The Dawn)

Big Homie Max