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luvsic, mill mason, basphemy - topofdabuildin (prod. @ithankmyangels)

Tank feat. Mill Mason (prod. newxpersona)

vocals by synful
produced by river water-

fuck yo record
fuck yo album
tryn put me on, i'm sittin around sayin who like an owl
swear it's cuz the view is good up here, why i climbed up the tower
i'm finna wipe dat dirty money wit my towel
it's been a couple hours
shawty could taste my face, i'm so sour
i'm boutta seal yo fate i got go to battle
i'm goin elon crazy
j popped me a tesla baby
on the westside, i'm wit tate
finna smash her like a bottle i break
n this bitch too fine i wear a cape
imma real ruff ryda lil baby
i remember they put me right to the side
after everything u isn't wimme now
wasn't wimme now
im the bossman, bih imma figure it out
7 shots
i drank a helluva lot
i need me a wk to detox
know stah, we goin up in the stocks
on some birdbox, we all freakin out
i turnt it up n now i can't turn it down
i'm flirtin w dis bitch, i'm finna get her out ha nightgown
it's like a tick way brodi get the stick n he draw down
yea i swear it's different the way that i luv is all around

fuck yo album

vocals by synful
produced by ayescyyy

i been fuckin been fuckin fuckin up shit na
told his bitch ass stand up then i told thi boy sit down
stand up sit down, i feel like lil uzi
i'm finna eat the competition for dinner
u ain't think i would do it? stupid
stupid, dummy
mix the drank wit da sprite that's a tonic
mix thi drank wit da white imma vommit
in da club finna thro da whole 100
in da club feel like 50 i run it
u got a 8 ball that ain't een gon cut it
got a 8 ball, told the plug cut it

from a birds eye view u love it
bitch get passed wit that big ass stomach
u get lapped wit this big ol hummer
i like 2 rap n go get me some buckets
yea, on some taylor swift i knew u was trouble
yea i found us right under the rubble
shawty get fuckd, pull out the rubber
i'm doin shit that u shouldn't tell ya mother
bitch i walk in one deep shit ain't nun for me to come thru
i'm way 2 nice so i don't need a shoota
should i go AP or frank mueller
shit, should i fuck on this thot? screw it
onna one way 2 the top, ledoit
girl i'm in luv w that box, let's do it
bro got 100 sum shots & a cooler
n this fuckboy tambout pray to buddah
buddah's the teacher u supposed be the student
u ain't post to pray to him, u stupid
u supposed to follow the way, juh do it
mf speak on my name, we boom him
my new bitch so tight & she boujee
i told her one time gimme dat pussy
i break ya leg j like i'm a bookie

susd

vocals by synful
produced by jake jones & sxvereign

i ain't fuckin wit that rinkydink
runnin off wit my swag n he think he different
i'm up innat pussy wit my pinky pinky
we was makin luv shit got wicked sticky
fuckin wit my bruddah ts get iffy tricky
fuck i look like poppin penicillin 
issa nice view from the top of the building
issa nice view

it was so nice of u
u showed me how 2 up the pipe on a fool
she treat my pipe as food
need a couple threesomes cuz these bihs come in twos
needya hang that shit in the back of the louvre
i been talkin too much crazy shit to really be new
u can't handle it imma say it like dis, u can't fit in the shoe
u take a mile walk in my shit, gon wanna b a different dude
u ain't built for shit like this
drinkin all my mistakes
i'm comin thru clear ass piss
turn me u could be my hip
tryn figure out u, u could be right here
try keep shit bool but it could rl get critical
how could i get sick of u?
we was sittin in yo living room
still know i got things to do
but i'd rather just kill wit u
(eat a dick) that's what i told my opps when they thought they had me fooled
still hungry right na how tf u thought that i was full

rinkydink

vocals by synful 
produced by giallo

fuck i look like getting my ass beat in my own city
fuck i look like fuckin' wit dese burnt out bitches
burnt ass ho, she could get some coal for christmas
and my lil shawty imma buy ha her whole wishlist
buy everything, buy everything
got bisexual bitches n buy em wedding rings
i told him this shit is my business, they always tryn look thru the frame
i told u it get wicked wit these bitches, they fuck on u then fuck ya mane
i told u these bitches is trippin', i pulled up just came for da brain
yea she sucked me up so i hadda tell shawty thx
and to top it off, to top it off, i came
i got VV's all on my wrist but it smell like dank
i got BB all on my belt but it smell like dank
i got 250, i ain't looked back since
pass me that shit
pass me that pussy i'll buy u new shit
bitch this the real live this how it get
i'm bout ta take off swerve in this bip
man this shit is amazing fr
i got some mexicans asians fr
she throwin that shit onna pill
i'm boutta fuck dat bih, got skills
we goin back n forth like a drill
bro i could fuck yo bitch be real
that's not u why u paintin ya nail?
man these rappers be cappin so well
man these rappers be cap, go to hell
i told dem boy to show, don't tell
it ain't nun j to give y'all hell
i'm inna fight its me n myself

by everything

vocals by synful
produced by synful

come to life
come to life
come alive
come alive
come to life
come to life
come alive
yea, come alive
i'm high as hell, i drop then i die
got clientele, we ship an amount
fuck what u mean
fuck is ya sayn, what does it mean?
got my headphones on, i turn up in peace
bro right he wrong, i'm comin' in 3
yea i'm tryn tell ya it's the company u keep
now look u dyin out in front of me
watch how u speak on that
can't talk cuz my phone b tapped
can't talk till the homie back
say u love me but u hold me back
growin' up i'm way over that

i couldn't prepare for what was to come
remember back when i still had a lung?
now i'm puttin' dat cid on my tongue
yea, u play wit me bih that's sum
i can see u ain't change das wassup
slim still tryn get off these drugs
man u know why i was trippin', the fuck?
let em know it's different w us

COME ALIVE (TO LIFE)

[Verse 1]
I told that bitch get slimed
hoe I don’t care
even if the realest nigga die
don’t you shed a tear
I fucked up way to many times
to even care
I fucked yo hoe so many times
that shit ain’t fair
I heard these niggas rhymes
yo they shit ain’t rare
everything i spit it got that
mystic flair
Im cooler than wind in fall
pushing round that misty air
these niggas ill prepared
every single day
we know that death is near
I stand on how i lived
I never had a fear
I know imma make it
moe the vision clear
Im doing something new
but i mix it with the old
lord imma pioneer
me weed
and sheets
feel like mcgyver here
been getting high for years
I went outta orbit
nigga disappeared
all i got left is these songs
I hope you get to hear

(it seems that
 im on my own
my own
how do i stop sinning lord?
its all i know)

[chorus]
Heaven and hell
can’t be all that awaits for a nigga in the end
just seem like ain’t no place for a nigga
lord knows
 I rather be chillin with bimbos
moe my soul belong in limbo

H3AV3N & H3LL

vocals by synful
produced by hakeon

i feel better now, they had brought that ack
i know i'm nasty known 2 talk that shet
ian fw school told my teacher free sac
ran off wit' ol' boy shit, free sack
feel like dikembe on the block gimme dat
feel like the water on my wrist look like tap

gangsta bih, she kissin my mac
feelin' some stress boutta pull out them jacks
chainsmokin shit thinkin all bout my past
the IRA fund, spent that shi up in saks
get to tweakin mf im trim off the bat
say i'm good off that bitch cuz he trim on some cat
shit got me fucked up man i can't fold up all the racks
deep in this shit, i can't fckn go back
pull up on this bitch she gon freeze like it's tag
tweakin' lil bitch, no this can't b my last
run up the fast money but it leave fast
run up the bag n i'm still off a tab
bought ha a bag, told her put it on the tab
won't catch my boys they spinnin' out back
make me a plate w his face, outback

how imma move bitch i'm movin' tact
i'm on the road n i'm geeked off thrax
piss on ya boy n we leave him out back
i mean on his grave, we ain't into all that
got me a plaque bet not call up max
since i started this rap shi i get to snappn
i make the bad bitch walk w a hat
sit on my face the bih sit on my lap
feeln the cake n i'm lovin' the way dis bitch thow it in my face this bitch thowin' it back
i'm on the way n i call up yung mase we gon' go 2 the studio n make us some slaps
i'm w this bih n the bih got me fucked up she tambout let's drink us some cinnamon schnaps
bitch ian tryn get drunk i'm j tryn get up put the percocet in w the ack
these boys tambout some shi that i donno
half of my homies some mf homo's
n that boy ain't on nun imma slide thru dolo
on a time crunch, tryn see u some more doe
shit on they face they call syn a lil dodo
u ridin a burnt out whip ts totaled
fw young syn u can't fw my flow doe
call up the plug cuz the ho want coco

IRA Fund

vocals by synful
produced by sensation4L

crockpot dreams
i ain't trustin' none of the tings
she want me her friend want me
yung syn i can't pull out, i'm geeked
man how tf imma fold, got the heat
oh ia buss on a bitch give her a treat
i'm talkin' crazy can't talk this speak
man imma pull up n then brush ya teeth
man i can't fw these ho they'll cheat
she gon suck these nuts, don't speak
she gon suck me n fuck me she doin the most
we scrait out the bottle n u sippin' a dose
she tambout givenchy i bought dat bitch coach
n these beggars start choosing i know how that go

i'm comin' thru holy i look like the pope
i'm comin' thru all white got these lil hoes wantin' some snow
show her sum, i fuck ha all night then imma show her the door
i show off my racks while this bitch gimme a blow
show her the brand new car this bitch think i'm fuckin' around said it's yours
she take that bitch for a drive, my bitch get to whippin' that mf horse
bitch we the biggest all time, they ain't fw me n can't fw my boy
bitch u was hatin' online, i see u in person u keepin' it cordial

u havin' delusional visions
i done pulled up actin' stupid n different
n my bitch on some jessica simpson
u was playn yo song n i skipped it
s-t-a-h we ain't w the bitch shit
shit, i'll drop in if it's about business
get 100sum packs n i flipped it
i done burnt the bitch like toast
yea i'm mad bitch, i'm fed up off dope
i was tryn get this money fasho
u get lost in these drugs fasho
mask on mask off w the perc
i told this boy talk that shit on my turf
n my boy he get locked up sum like smurk
yea they hit him w the rico, man that hurt
yea that boy not on trap shit that boy he don't curse
yea that boy a good christian, he ain't know 'bout this work
man that ho wanna see sum, somehow lost my shirt
i took the bitch out 2 caicos n turks
the label put 7 on the table, i'm sure
n most of these rappers'll sign 4 a perc
n most of these labels they ain't got no perks
n that fuckboy dunno i could make my own merch
n this bitch wanna talk let's talk sum 'bout the curve
i told u get the fuck, u on my nerves
i'm w lil river water we doin' dirt
bitch i can't fuck that ho, i swerve
he tambout he got him some racks, he swear
he tambout he got him some packs, he serve
he smokin' that dookie pack str8 out the earth
u smokin' on sprayed bet that mf hurt
we smokin' that fuckboy playin' w my words
i'm smokin' this bitch she get fucked to tha curb
spend 100,000 on that drop, get it early
i'm lappin' the boy like the kentucky derby

H3AV3N & H3LL

Mill Mason

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