you can sleep when you're dead (slayer)

stone deluxe - you can sleep when you're dead (slayer) (prod. louie marciano beatz era)

Mouse Trap

7xvn - Mouse Trap (prod. Singe)

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YUNG BAMBI:
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HOUNDS
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[VERSE]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

At the club booming with you hoe
She come through and top it
At the club I’m piped up with your hoe
Can’t nobody top this

Back in London I’m back on the road
Hunting knife in my pocket 
When I’m in Texas know I keep that pole
Bitch don’t make me pop it

Hop in the lamb, hope in the charger
Know you go hard but know we go harder
Ion really rap but I’m feeling like Carter 
If you want the verse fixed price no barter

Ion rock Gucci just balenci and Prada
She on her knees pray to me like God
Tell me what you know bout balenci and Prada
Lil nigga know you still shopping at Ross 

[HOOK]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

That bitch don’t know what she about
But she know she want them rounds
We just popped the Onyx Yuh 
Don’t ask me how I’m feeling now

WOAAH WOAH WOAH
bitch we piped up like
Æ Æ Æ
sticks and knifes out 

HMMM HMMM
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights out
Œ Œ Œ
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights

[VERSE]
She my tweedle dum
But I’m her tweedle dumber
Psychedelic horror story 
Life feels like it’s Midsommar

My hoe acting kinda odd
She grant me wish like Timmy Turner
We don’t fight we pop them shots 
Bitch don’t make me up this burner

Tek-9 not no BB gun
You bet we left his shirt in blood
I feel like Mr Put It On
When I put on that Helmut Lang

She ride this dick like motorcycle 
She ain’t got no helmet on
She love that this dick big like Eiffel 
When I’m inside her Wonder Walls

[HOOK]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

That bitch don’t know what she about
But she know she want them rounds
We just popped the Onyx Yuh 
Don’t ask me how I’m feeling now

WOAAH WOAH WOAH
bitch we piped up like
Æ Æ Æ
sticks and knifes out 

HMMM HMMM
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights out
Œ Œ Œ
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights
[VERSE]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

At the club booming with you hoe
She come through and top it
At the club I’m piped up with your hoe
Can’t nobody top this

Back in London I’m back on the road
Hunting knife in my pocket 
When I’m in Texas know I keep that pole
Bitch don’t make me pop it

Hop in the lamb, hope in the charger
Know you go hard but know we go harder
Ion really rap but I’m feeling like Carter 
If you want the verse fixed price no barter

Ion rock Gucci just balenci and Prada
She on her knees pray to me like God
Tell me what you know bout balenci and Prada
Lil nigga know you still shopping at Ross 

[HOOK]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

That bitch don’t know what she about
But she know she want them rounds
We just popped the Onyx Yuh 
Don’t ask me how I’m feeling now

WOAAH WOAH WOAH
bitch we piped up like
Æ Æ Æ
sticks and knifes out 

HMMM HMMM
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights out
Œ Œ Œ
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights

[VERSE]
She my tweedle dum
But I’m her tweedle dumber
Psychedelic horror story 
Life feels like it’s Midsommar

My hoe acting kinda odd
She grant me wish like Timmy Turner
We don’t fight we pop them shots 
Bitch don’t make me up this burner

Tek-9 not no BB gun
You bet we left his shirt in blood
I feel like Mr Put It On
When I put on that Helmut Lang

She ride this dick like motorcycle 
She ain’t got no helmet on
She love that this dick big like Eiffel 
When I’m inside her Wonder Walls

[HOOK]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

[HOOK]

LYTS [Prod. HOUNDS]

DISCARDED

I LOOK BETTER THAN MY HOE (PROD BY BLVC SVND)

fuck out my bidness!!! s/o daily chiefers 

this man @frakcija a killa

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ay, runnit up bitch I got bidness
I did the drugs till they finished
run this up bitch I got digits
I put the dope on my wishlist
runnat up bitch I got bidness
causin commotion I did it
runnit up bitch I got bitches
said that he bout it, ain't widdit

thats business, thats bidness
fuck out my, my business
exquisite, no snitchin
they bitchin? they bitches!
its bidness, its bidness
fuck out my, my business
exquisite, no snitchin
they bitchin, they bitches!

I give no fuck about you
mammary gland you a boob
I live inside of my stu
test me you trying to lose
tag that bitch he in a stupor
stupid lil kid you a loser
that is not rap it is humor
a I got u a blind date with my shooter

I flex and yo shawtie be lovin it
give a fuck about you I am bussin it
I done raised the bar everyone under it
they get hit with the spray and they plummeting
fuck a cop and then fuck all the government
situation it really be troubling
I can't wait to hear nuclear thundering
making meth I can really be someone then

everyone always on wack shit
how did you all get so average
hit me with links I might blacklist
cut of they arm cause my back itch
you know I'm smokin on bat shit
might say whats up to the bitches thats ratchet
you know benzo avid rappist
shoot at john doe and then shoot john the baptist

ay, runnit up bitch I got bidness
I did the drugs till they finished
run this up bitch I got digits
I put the dope on my wishlist
runnat up bitch I got bidness
causin commotion I did it
runnit up bitch I got bitches
said that he bout it, ain't widdit

thats business, thats bidness
fuck out my, my business
exquisite, no snitchin
they bitchin? they bitches!
its bidness, its bidness
fuck out my, my business
exquisite, no snitchin
they bitchin, they bitches!

[personal space interlude]

pull up on the block you a big fag
take ya fuckin bit coins break a bitch back
terabytes keep it stashed and the bitch lag
breakin laws yea I'm mofuggin wit dat
never care I got apathy
I bring the mothafuckin pair o bitches back wit me
if you never seen me gettit then you have to see
peepin through all they shit so they mad at me

shawty said she was a succubus
I do not give a fuck bitch you still suckin dick, what?
benzo be offa some other shit 
I see you cuff a bitch she just look cumbersome, what?
you see me you oughta duck and run
you aint the number one you just another one bruh
crossin paths'll stop yo respiriating
just a second laymen I caught fuckin faking

I said benzo the man don't investigate it, uh
I got yo bitch all domesticated
swervin hundo's in the coup I'm taking 
I ain't feel opaque I'm feelin fucking faded ay
give a shit if he think that he got bars 
no need to tell you but boy you are not hard
took em all from the car fuck yo onstar
I need yo body parts for my body shop

ay, runnit up bitch I got bidness
I did the drugs till they finished
run this up bitch I got digits
I put the dope on my wishlist
runnat up bitch I got bidness
causin commotion I did it
runnit up bitch I got bitches
said that he bout it, ain't widdit

thats business, thats bidness
fuck out my, my business
exquisite, no snitchin
they bitchin? they bitches!
its bidness, its bidness
fuck out my, my business
exquisite, no snitchin
they bitchin, they bitches!

HERE WE GO, WE GET A 
1; PERSONAL SPACE!
2; PERSONAL SPACE!
3; STAY OUTTA MY PERSONAL SPACE!
4; KEEP AWAY FROM MY PERSONAL SPACE!
5; GET OUTTA THAT PERSONAL SPACE!
6; STAY AWAY FROM MY PERSONAL SPACE!
7; KEEP AWAY FROM THAT PERSONAL SPACE!

AND SHUT THE FUCK UP WHILE U AT IT