Outta Yo Soul ¥¥ prod @zmbeparty


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@zmbeparty
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I said
Ik somethin juss wrong
Damn near, nigga tryna fye my soul

They ain nun that I ain
The bitch said
Niggas ain got no hoes

Rich ass nigga
I came to fuck with hoes that 
Know that dope 

Hit the black
Like why I hate the shit
But it hit when you out of yo soul

Yea i get the bag get the loot ya
Take the bag to the moon
She wna top me off in the coupe ya
She kno what i be doin

Bitch sip act lika goddamn addict 
Walk down town lika whole damn pageant
Like i smoke gas spit flames lika dragon
If ion cop i bag like fuck that tag

Bitch im fly asf
Im booted up
U kno wsp
Im in the coupe

Im fired up
I got my fye up
So whatchu 
Wnna do?

T up lil nigga fore-
N I put that bitch in the same mood
N she bounce up down lika kangaroo 
Im juss fuckin around n they cant move

I said
Ik somethin juss wrong
Damn near, nigga tryna fye my soul

They ain nun that I ain
The bitch said
Niggas ain got no hoes

Rich ass nigga
I came to fuck with hoes that 
Know that dope 

Hit the black
Like why I hate the shit
But it hit when you out of yo soul

I said
Ik somethin juss wrong
Damn near, nigga tryna fye my soul

They ain nun that I ain
The bitch said
Niggas ain got no hoes

Rich ass nigga
I came to fuck with hoes that 
Know that dope 

Hit the black
Like why I hate the shit
But it hit when you out of yo soul

jeans from the levi
bite lika k9
bitch she a redbone hoe
niggas know u move feline 
my niggas like dline
vvs way too cold, burr

blast off T-2
niggas aint need u
kno its the base i serve
kno its hoe i curve
know its the boy i kicked to the curve

bust with K
like fuck what the bitch said
tell them lil niggas im cold

i whip in kitchen 
kno what im dishin
how my pockets get bloated 

i zoom in the whip like walker
i kick with the bitch like soccer 
my bass boom like knockers
untold whats inside my locker

she said damn lil nigga
u doing yo shit
like soon u’ll be on the come up

ed hardy boyz gon jump off shit
like soon gotta put dis cup up

lil hoe kno how to work that shit
she walk thru the door i jump up

cant wait for the hoe to work that shit
cause ik she move till sun up

Ik somethin juss wrong
Damn near, nigga tryna fye my soul

They ain nun that I ain
The bitch said
Niggas ain got no hoes

Rich ass nigga
I came to fuck with hoes that 
Know that dope 

Hit the black
Like why I hate the shit
But it hit when you out of yo soul

outta yo soul 🦞🦞🦞 @@zmbeparty

Special Request to All Nice and Decent Real Niggaz (Stop Hatin)

XANG - BELLY PROD. FLEADIAMONDS

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justa nigga with a wrist too cold
bass too loud n the wrist too swole
bass to ya face bass bass for ya hoe
back off lame nigga watch yo might

bass move how the hoe hit vouge
aint two hoes that cross my mind
aint too late too change my mind
ow my head like whats the time

kno damn well i lost control 
kno damn well i lost my mind

kno damn well i lost control 
kno damn well i lost my mind

kno damn well i lost control 
kno damn well i lost my mind

kno damn well i lost control 
kno damn well i lost my mind

justa nigga with a neck too swole
bass too loud, can’t hear no hoe
type groove make tha song hit yo soul
night time girl, party animal

ik im geeked but im gon be alright 
18 ways i could die tonight 
18 ways i could feel alive 
18 ways imma lose my mind

kno damn well i lost control 
kno damn well i lost my mind

kno damn well i lost control 
kno damn well i lost my mind

kno damn well i lost control 
kno damn well i lost my mind

kno damn well i lost control 
kno damn well i lost my mind

lost my mind dem @@zmbeparty

MOH BARETTA - NEURODIVERGENT [KUDZ x ZOOT] #BINSCORING EXCLUSIVE#

509 BMG’s Hollow Point Bad Boy fires off with sharp intent, drawing a direct line to Ninjaman’s 1994 album in both its title and striking cover art—a gritty, updated homage that reinterprets the original’s defiant posture through a lens of glitchy paranoia and modern street iconography. The album veers between menace and mischief: “Rayquaza” flexes lyrical dexterity with surreal punchlines and nerd-core swagger, where mythic Pokémon references collide with street-smart absurdity. Meanwhile, “Get Out the Way” is pure kinetic chaos, a blast of violent, bouncy energy built to spark elbows and adrenaline. It’s a record that knows exactly what it’s doing—and dares you to keep up.

Get Out The Way (prod. Fooly)

509 BMG