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DISASTER Ø - 6

indie sleeze hedi slimane matcha... yk the rest

super genius music - 3

all platforms

beautiful love (prod. heffy)

VERSACE (ME & SEEPY) #PARTYBOY

Bashfortheworld ~ Vida (wavsbyleo Remix)

Young Slo-Be - Sucka K

Osamason – Blink [prod ok]

osamason-mine prod ok

who they sellin 2 ft. Mèröe [15am]

ay caramba

JTVENGEANCE X SIRENNA - SWEET

shoutout Bloodkiss for da Beat
British La Shit Bury me inside the Gucci Store
Shoutout 2Chainz
Video: https://youtu.be/Qh3AQeWuSbU

MACCY - GUCCI STORE [PROD. BLOODKISS] *MUSIC VID IN DESC*

SAMPLE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eXuoJD0cTc&ab_channel=Valve-Topic S/o bub Hoppin on this When we Went French Mexico

ain’t no Words left to say bitch 
now that my Soul is stainless 
brit LA, came from raining 
now make that money raining 
Yeah i done Paid my payments 
N i could pay yours off today Bitch 
But inside my castle i Kip 
You’ll know Karmas a bitch 
She really just likeee yall 
Me and Fukcboy stillllll Ball 
I kept my head down on the Mway 
and my Money tallll 
Don’t know when you callllled 
But it ain’t matter Ohhhhh 
I’ve been in Brit La turning up until the sun does falllllll

I rock from Spring to Winter 
Rock hard in every picture 
She say she want my Insta 
She only like my Insta 
I spend my money on Clothes 
Never spend money on hoes 
I rock Supreme on my own 
To Live n die On my own 

On my ownnnnnn 
Did it on my ownnnnnnn 

My confidence from the pain 
i still rock British LA
hypebeast All up in my veins 
we Dancing away again 
i Ride my merc in my lane 
I swear these bjtches so lame 
my Maccy bills up in flamessss 
i’ll never Care for the fame 
it starts w me and ends with it 
So if u Fuckin listening 
I’ll turn Up to the ceiling 
U don’t know half the feelings 
It ain’t no weakness Feeling 
i Rock and make a killing 
British LA boy when I die man I will not stop living 


it starts w me and ends with it 
So if u Fuckin listening 
I’ll turn Up to the ceiling 
U don’t know half the feelings 
It ain’t no weakness Feeling 
i Rock and make a killing 
British LA boy when I die man I will not stop living 
Yeah Fuckboy I got rich 
Me and Fuckboy we richhhh
Boy u still ain’t shit 
I’m the one who will Live 
I could lose it alllllll
I could lose My alllllllll 
Nd i’d stilll rock British LA and the world Better than All of Yalllll

MACCY - ON MY OWN FT BEELZEBUB! [PROD. MAKEMONEYFUCKBOY]

SAMPLE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-inpjattMi0&ab_channel=Biicla Used this Sample way better then Bitch ass Jumex did #Love tho British La shit

locked up all summer bitch the sun left my eyes
now everytime im outside the sun left to my right
i been swagging all summer british LA oh right
and you've been lagging on lovers, think you wasting your time
i was stuntin maccywood movies like yeah ohhh right
and i was frontin for a while but now im back like ohhh right
and im cruising 405 bumping mr 305
and i been up all fucking night, thats that maccywood life
i done locked in so hard im scared of wasting my time
and i am me to a fault, you can hear it when i write
british LA castle, the hills, there im wasting my time
you hold my crown till we reach heaven like its friday damn nite
yeahhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh 
yeahhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh
yeahhhhh yeahhhhhh
yeahhhhh yeahhhhhhh
i might need you tonight, but youll hate me by tomorrow
and baby that's just fine, ill rock myself no sorrow
british LA oh right, do i take you over some dosh, ho
im counting till i die, but i'll count 1 for tomorrow
i need that tabloid life, to light me
press on hold so don't lie to me
die for you, my merc will see
and how me n you will die for me

obsessed with no myself, no lies
yeah, brit LA razzi up in my mind
yeah, dont know u yet but i see your eyes
n i want to love you like i love i
and i love you, n you love me
shawty, maccy up on these beats
riding downtown through the brit LA streets
me, you n fuckboy laughing up in the backseat

tabloid luv, tabloid luv
tabloid luv i want that tabloid luv
tabloid luv, tabloid luv
tabloid luv, come be my tabloid luv
i cant call her cuz i don't know her
but she'll pick up if i ever need my tabloid luv
they gon cancel me, end of yung maccy
ill do it if she say, for my tabloid luv

MACCY - TABLOID LUV [PROD. MAKEMONEYFUCKBOY]

my British La queen will wear Wtv she wants n i Will wear Bape

i want this bag
i want my racks
i want my gucci
i want my hat 
cud you do me like that girl? (set me like that girl?)
i want my green
i want supreme
i want my louis
do i need a queen
do i need u like that girl? (do i want you want that girl?)

i could have a hunnid phones bagged for a thousand racks
but without a single number is it worth that
im like jenga i jus stack stack stack
im like a rapper i jus rap rap rap
they say cupid caught ya but i caught a bag bag
you make as much sense as your rack racks
maccywood director, she say she a star
but i know 50 of em i feel like americaaaa
my louis out this world like it's on mars
im like xanax way i drop bars
but im sober, my happiness relentless
if i talkin shit bout you then i meant it
broken bridges and i ain't gonna mend it
if you can't text me on an iphone then don't send it
british LA boy, i run this town like a musical
but i think a queen makes a king more beautiful

i want this bag
i want my racks
i want my gucci
i want my hat 
cud you do me like that girl? (set me like that girl?)
i want my green
i want supreme
i want my louis
do i need a queen
do i need u like that girl? (do i want you want that girl?)

ima cut that boy off like a clapboard
all the pain i went thru it's what i rap for
yung maccy turnin up on the dancefloor
kick the rest out if i ask for
yuh yuh gluttony gluttony
i heard that they making fun of me
so im swagging out my city cause yknow they live under me
my rage so bubbly bubbly
but i won't ever sip bubbly
straight edge like my prada glasses, yknow i live lovely

MACCY - WANT [PROD. MAKEMONEYFUCKBOY]

SAMPLE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcsJavTFLpE&ab_channel=FabioDell%27Onte Got it from Peep Skyscrapers Rip Goat

i been going fuckin crazy
im so up i got lazy
the shit i do amaze me
im tryin not to hate me
not no bitch cant save me
its just myself that save me
dont trust girls that wan date me
flexin' in supreme baby
you can never rock like me
i still rock my 6 piece
yung maccy still a hypebeast
i dont talk my shit lightly
all these hoes wanna fight me
talking bout men not no wifey
im flexing in givenchy
im flexing for the memories

its me vs you
me against the world
and ion care bout nothing
especially not no girl
yeezy my shoe
im prada deez pearls
im on top of the scrapers
feel my toes uncurl

yung maccy tryna stay happy
but it's ok to not be happy
maccy say "look after yourself"
maccy likes good mental health
british LA i rock myself
makemoneyfuckboy he helps
my life a movie, maccywood
trying hard yeah maccyshould
so tired, got bags in my eyes
so tired, already used that line
yung maccy dont do no lines
yung maccy i jus write rhymes
she wear gucci if she mine
im in this limo all night
chauffered down the 405
speeding down the M405

all my money go to savings, i had to learn to never waste it
but im riding up my whip on skyscrapers, i look amazing
i just learnt to count my money, i said fuck my education
i left skid marks on the wilshire, that's how hard that i be racing
i made a state of empire state, the world a gmod map i make it
i saw the store had 'preme and louis so i had to fucking take it
flew back home to piss on rishi, fuck the tories, ima blaze them
then i drive cross the atlantic, all the skies that i be scraping

MACCY - SKY SCRAPING 2 [PROD. MAKEMONEYFUCKBOY]

LYRICS:

GONDA:
IF YOU WANT, BITCH, YOU CAN GET IT
PROMISE THAT I KEEP EVERYTHING ‘ROUND ME COPACETIC
THESE RAPPERS COPYIN’ THE WAY WE DO IT, SO PATHETIC
THE ONLY THING I LEAVE YOU NEEDIN’ IS A PARAMEDIC

I POP OUT ON THE OPPS WITH THE CHOPPA, BROAD DAY
AND SEND ‘EM UP TO GOD FOR NO REASON BUT HE SAY
THE ONLY THING YOU GAIN IS SOME WEIGHT UP ON YO WAIST
I CANNOT WAIT, SECONDS TICKIN’ BY IS SUCH A WASTE
BITCH I’M OUTSIDE, SKIPPIN’ OUT THE FRONT DOOR, DIPPIN’ OUT THE BACK
WHEN I’M FINISHED BLOWIN’ OUT HER BACK LIKE A CHIROPRACTOR
I MAKE IT CRACK WHEN SHE CALLS ME
NIGGAS TALKIN’ SHIT, BUT STILL LIVIN’ WITH THEY MOMMY
OLD ENGLISH, I GOT THAT 40 OZ UPON ME
I GIVE ALL MY PRAISE TO THE EYE WHERE MY PALM ME
I NEVER PANIC, IF IT’S STATIC, ADDRESS IT CALMLY
BITCH, I’M FROM A CITY WHERE NIGGAS TURN INTO ZOMBIES
TAKE YOU TO THE TENDERLOIN, NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD
WHERE THEY FLIPPIN’ CELLPHONES, JUNKIE HOES GIVIN’ HEAD TO TRICKS
HOPPIN’ OFF THE PORCH LIKE A RABBIT, NOT TALKIN’ TRIX
SERIAL NUMBER UP ON THE GUN IS SCRATCH AND SNIFF
I TOLD MY HOMIE TAKE THE STICKER OFF THE BACK OF YOUR WHIP
YOU SHOULDA CUT IT UP, BITCH
TOUCH A BRICK LIKE I DO CONSTRUCTION, THE GLOCK MAKE ‘EM DROP IT TO THE FLOOR
LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT FUNCTION

EVERYBODY WANNA BE RICH, EVERYBODY WANT FAME
EVERYBODY TRYIN’ TO ESCAPE THEY PAIN
LOOKIN’ UP AT GOD WHILE YOU BURN IN FLAMES
WHO DO YOU HAVE BUT YOURSELF TO BLAME?
BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, HOE WE ALL THE SAME
IF I WERE TO PASS, WOULD YOU SAY MY NAME?
IF I WERE TO DIE, WOULD YOU CARRY THE TORCH?
STAND UP MUTHAFUCKA, HOP OFF THE PORCH


MONGO:
HOPPIN’ OFF THE PORCH WHILE YOU ON THE BLOCK TRICKIN’
DOIN’ DIRT LIKE I’M DIGGIN’, ALWAYS GETTIN’ TO MY CHICKEN
MONGO WENT FROM 9 TO 5s BIPPIN’ ALL MY VICTIMS
TO A SKYRISE, I CAN SEE THE CITY WHERE I’M LIVIN’
I HAD TO DO THIS SHIT WITH GONDA
PUFFIN’ ON MY COMMAS, RIDIN’ ROUND IN THAT HONDA
STRONG MARIJUANA, THE ONLY THING THAT I’M FOND OF
I LIKE SOME BITCHES BLONDE, I LIKE SOME THAT LOOK LIKE OBAMA
STEPPIN’ IN THE PLAGUE, I AIN’T ROCKIN’ NO DAMN PRADA
PULL UP LOOKIN’ PROPER, I GET DOLLARS OFF MY PRODUCT
AND IF YOU WANT IT, YOU CAN GET IT MY DAWG
IF YOU CAN NAME IT, I PROMISE THAT I’M WITH IT MY DAWG
MIGHT GO BACK TO MY OLD WAYS AND HIT A LICK WITH MY DAWG
TALKIN’ SMACK, I PULL UP WIT A STICK WITH MY DAWG
THAT’S MY DAWG, THAT’S MY DAWG
I GET TO LICKIN’ MY PAWS, YOU APPALLED
IN YA BROAD, THAT’S WHERE I’M STICKIN’ MY BALLS
WE AIN’T THE SAME MUTHAFUCKA, YOU AIN’T WIT IT AT ALL
AND I CAN PUT YOU SIX FEET UNDER WITH NO FEELINGS INVOLVED
CUZ EVERYBODY WANNA FUCK WITH THE HAND
UNTIL THAT STICK GO BLICK, BLING, BLAOW AND YA MANS IN THE SAND
IT LOOK LIKE AFGHANISTAN WITH THE MAC IN MY HANDS
I PUT YA GANG IN A PAN, UNDERSTAND?

GONDA:
EVERYBODY WANNA BE RICH, EVERYBODY WANT FAME
EVERYBODY TRYIN’ TO ESCAPE THEY PAIN
LOOKIN’ UP AT GOD WHILE YOU BURN IN FLAMES
WHO DO YOU HAVE BUT YOURSELF TO BLAME?
BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, HOE WE ALL THE SAME
IF I WERE TO PASS, WOULD YOU SAY MY NAME?
IF I WERE TO DIE, WOULD YOU CARRY THE TORCH?
STAND UP MUTHAFUCKA, HOP OFF THE PORCH

IF YOU WANT, BITCH, YOU CAN GET IT
PROMISE THAT I KEEP EVERYTHING ‘ROUND ME COPACETIC
THESE RAPPERS COPYIN’ THE WAY WE DO IT, SO PATHETIC
THE ONLY THING I LEAVE YOU NEEDIN’ IS A PARAMEDIC
(x2)

tmz [prod. brigwapo]

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