ok just hearing this one for the frist time cuz it aint on spotify but i love this song more teh alot of them

FML Pablø's Album

I Don't Trust Nobody w/Unknownerror x ☆ fmlsadpablø ☆ p/beatsmode

This songs resembles money over love </3  getta bag 🎒 

THIS BAG /W @IMIKURIS

Hedonism, new religion, all this shit turn to ash

Clout Demon (prod. SPYNYN)

PuRpLe HeArTz!

im in the parking lot
spot where the bentley be
he talking tough
n his bitch start defending me
she wanna fuck
but im lit off the hennessy
she tryna suck out my soul
n my energy

i used to share a bedroom with my momma
now on my feet it’s balmain, rick, and prada
im the commander ur just cannon fodder
cult of the lamb ur a sheep for the slaughter

bought a new whip and it came with a bow
get to the money is all that i know
speaking this pain on the stage at my show
if i gotta question a friend, he a foe

asking to leave here with me i’m not having it
step out the crowd i do not fit with average
been balling baby i shoot like the mavericks
run up on me i’ll show u what a savage is

lately i’ve been getting it on my own, mmhm 
underneath them streetlights where i roam, mmhm
spinning down the block like a cyclone, mmhm
nowadays the bank is like my home, mmhm

10 toes down, i cannot fold
worth my weight, covered in gold
ready to die, over my folk
soon as i’m gone, legends get told

10 toes down, i cannot fold
worth my weight, covered in gold
ready to die, over my folk
soon as i’m gone, legends get told

im in the parking lot
spot where the bentley be
he talking tough
n his bitch start defending me
she wanna fuck
but im lit off the hennessy
she wanna suck out my soul
n my energy

i used to share a bedroom with my momma
now on my feet it’s balmain, rick, and prada
im the commander ur just cannon fodder
cult of the lamb ur a sheep for the slaughter

woah woah i won’t show up if i can’t bring my pole
woah woah porsche with the frog eyes this ain’t a volvo
woah woah thankful u left cause i needed to grow
woah woah playing with me better play with ur nose

taking a swig till my stomach get sick
racks on the fit just to flex on a bitch
in my hotel room she posting a pic
said u hate me but u riding my dick
heard how i’m moving thought i was a myth
creeping n crawling came straight out the crypt
count up ur blessings my presence a gift
i’m with the mafia like triple six

my cup full of that overproof bitch i ain’t trippin over u
start getting some money and u won’t believe what these hoes will do
capper of the year i know that boy ain’t ever told the truth
she came over here and called me baby but she’s not my boo

im in the parking lot
spot where the bentley be
he talking tough
n his bitch start defending me
she wanna fuck
but im lit off the hennessy
she wanna suck out my soul
n my energy

i used to share a bedroom with my momma
now on my feet it’s balmain, rick, and prada
im the commander ur just cannon fodder
cult of the lamb ur a sheep for the slaughter

10 toes down, i cannot fold
worth my weight, covered in gold
ready to die, over my folk
soon as i’m gone, legends get told

10 toes down, i cannot fold
worth my weight, covered in gold
ready to die, over my folk
soon as i’m gone, legends get told

cult of the lamb (taurs x jones)

If I Go Home ft. Jr (prod. the sound clown)

A collab with Dxnny :)
Lyrics :

{XENNETH}
Your making promises you seem to always break
& now u angry dat I seem annoyed damn my mistake
I didnt mean to wait and didn't mean to hold this pain
I'ma roll a J, drift away and levitate I'll be ok
Stuck inside a maze I don't need help to find a way
Emotions on your face but you see nothing on me
I swear
I could even cut and you would not see me bleed
Nobody would ever ask why I'm hiding my sleeve
I talk about problems and they tell me why it'll be
I already know why, I just want them to leave
All these problems in my head are makin me wanna sleep
But when I do that they be popping up in my dreams
& I think, that I may have found my remedy
Gripping a pen and writing my problems on beats
I always pretend, act like words don't hurt me
But I swear my heart feels like someone gave it a squeeze

Feels empty 
To me
your promises 
Feel hollow 
To me

{Dxnny}
Everytime we text you’re lying right thru your cellular
Communications are failing, might have to bail on her
im addicted to the pain you cause me baby uh
But im drowning and theres no one here to save me huh
Now the visual demons are imitating her
And shes haunting me lately like on the daily uh
The empty promises you broke leaving me
Fucked
Up
When i got with you i really thought i
Lucked
Up
Now im struggling just been tryna get my
Trust
Back 
Up
Your aplogies meaningless could you
Please
Back 
Off
you aint getting me back already you
Lost 
Me 
Once
now you left me with demons
hurting with someone else
With someone else
With someone else
Im hurting with someone else

Feels empty
To mee
ohhhh
your promises
Feel hollow
To me


Broken Promises Ft Dxnny (Prod. Beats By Con)

WAKE ME UP
Featuring: @tokyogelic
Produced By: @prodimmortal
Instagram: @Imikuris & @Tokyogelic
Email jaronadams28@gmail.com
✿be kind to eachother✿

WAKE ME UP ft. Tokyogelic (Prod. IMMORTAL)

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(Lyrics)

Chorus:

I been sippin on wock, bad bitches shakin ass in the club, don’t stop, yuh

yeah the party don’t stop, we chillin at blacktop, no cop-us 

party don’t stop till a mf passout, sippin on henny knockem down pacquoi 

pack him, pack out, pack in, pack out we fucked up yeah it ain’t no doubt

WHAT? ain’t at party at a crib, I’m project X till bitch get lit, like yuh 

I’ma hit that bitch, got Glock 19 wit extendo clip, like uh 

we gon party at the black top, we gon up that bass, tilla heart drop

ima whip that bitch ona hardtop, we gon drift that bitch, ona drop top

Zev Verse:

drift that shit, go dumb
two twin glocks, i up the guns
im just havin fun
bring two bad bitches with me home

where the party at?
make big moves
lookin like a quarterback
she got big boobs
bigger when im off a tab
i walk in like everynight
back to back
cause my pockets fat

back in, back out
back in, back out
 on repeat when i blow her back out
stack up, stack up
back the fuck up
countin money
get the bag i pack up

huh, god damn god
bad bitch gon fuck up my plans like
huh, good lord
she tricky gonna swallow my sword

zev and fast go stupid
at the club take aim like cupid
shootin shots we shootin
smokin gas, we stay pollutin

sit down
red nose, you fuckin clown
get drunk
one more shot you fuckin punk

100k on my neck
spent it, got the money to flex
like bendit, beckham
wrote up a check
cute madam
jus want me for sex

i been sippin on stuff
thatll turn shit sideways
its makin me tough
makin too much dough
my boy in the zone
what you sippin on bro

THIS BAG /W @IMIKURIS

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