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cat mother fka osquinn / p4rkr - 1234 Ft Ericdoa & Midwxst (prod. Outby16 Illa Cortdot)

[Intro: osquinn]
Oh
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

[Chorus: osquinn]
Oh, I smoke this pack, it's so exotic (So exotic)
Like what's that smell? Somebody farted (Somebody farted)
I got the chopper in the closet (Closet)
I got some cash up in my wallet (Wallet)
And if we got a problem, we can solve it
'Cause you know Quinn not with the talkin' (One, two, three, four)
I'm off the shits, can't hear you callin' (One, two, three, four)
I'm smokin' dope until I fall in (One, two, three, four)

[Interlude: osquinn]
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four



[Verse 1: ericdoa]
Woah
Yeah, we turn your bro into еxotic
Come get your mans, I don't want y'all in my pocket
I'm off thе drank, uh, baby know I'm noddin'
Ayy, who at the door? The feds knockin'
Hop inside the whip, I'm doin' ninety, I got three stars
Take your life, ain't no comin' back, not no restart
Open up the door, I need more, body on the floor
And you leave me with a deep voice like I'm fuckin' CORPSE
I'm gone in one, two, three, four
Dipped out the party askin' "Eric what you leave for?"
Posted with Quinn, that's a person I would bleed for
Don't give a shit, that boy talk over a keyboard

[Verse 2: midwxst]
One, two, three, shots into your fuckin' head
Hard to believe all the lies that you fuckin' said
Shotgun gonna blast in your fuckin' chest
I gotta clean the crime scene, it's such a mess (NOVAGANG)
I got blood, it's on my loafers, I spilled blood up on my shoes
I don't think about the shit that I say or the shit I do
I just think that that shit's cool and then I end up followin' through
Only know one single thing, the fact that I don't fuck with you
I got my hand on the trigger
Mama never raised a quitter
I got in a fucking fight because he called me ******
And I'm wanted like it's GTA (One, two, three, four)
Got an M4, let it spray (One, two, three, four)
Don't care what you think or say
Plotting on your final days
I got death inside my mind every single second
I shoot them shots, we gonna shoot them right into your section
I don't give fucks about your feelings, 'bout your dumb affection
Hallucinating all the time, I feel like I'm Eleven


[Chorus: osquinn]
Oh, I smoke this pack, it's so exotic (So exotic)
Like what's that smell? Somebody farted (Somebody farted)
I got the chopper in the closet (Closet)
I got some cash up in my wallet (Wallet)
And if we got a problem, we can solve it
'Cause you know Quinn not with the talkin' (One, two, three, four)
I'm off the shits, can't hear you callin' (One, two, three, four)
I'm smokin' dope until I fall in (One, two, three, four)

[Outro: osquinn]
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

osquinn / p4rkr - 1234 Ft Ericdoa & Midwxst (prod. Outby16 Illa Cortdot)

DFWMN

four leaf clover [https://trenchdog.bandcamp.com/album/four-leaf-clover]

1. start to rain intro
2. gatecode (prod. quinn, feardorian)
3. ready2go (prod, quinn)
4. siberia ft. dolly (prod. quinn)
5. rat race (prod. quinn, feardorian)
6. four leaf clover (prod. quinn)
7. start to rain outro

sf44 [https://trenchdog.bandcamp.com/album/sf44-side-a-only]

bloodrayne ft. lifelessgarments (prod. 16teen x insanto)

yuke [@trapnn] - fruitfly (prod. me hoe)

IM IN A DARK PLACE WRITING UP A PAGE
I COULD SHOW U HOW TO LIVE UR LIFE IN THIRTY WAYS
PRESSING ON ME BRO I PEN U WRITHE IN PAIN
PIN IT TO UR PAGE I BROADCAST A LAME

HOW U SAVE FACE
U PAID A LEGAL TEAM TO BEAT UR CASE
THAT SHIT NEVER WHAT ID THINK YOU DO
BUT I GUESS I NEVER KNEW THE REAL U

SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY THE WORLD FAILED U
AND THE DUDES U HANGIN WITH YEA THEY FAILED TOO
THATS THE REAL SPILL
I TURNED DOWN A COUPLE DEELS BECAME A HEEL BRAH
I WAS VALIDATED SHITTIN ON MY REAL ONES

THEN I SNAPPED OUT OF THE EGO YEA THE THRILL DONE
HAD 2 QUIT THE WEED
ITS NOT WHAT I NEEDED
TRIED TO STICK 2 DRINKS
TOOK A SHOT OF ABSINTHE LET IT GET 2 ME
THROWING UP BLOOD
BLUE BLOOD

IM A REAL X MAN IM NOT OPIUM
30 DOLLAR VITAMINWATER THEM BOYS SOME CUCKS
FEEL LIKE QUINN ON TWITTER U PEEP THAT IMINTHECUT

WHEN I SAY SLUTS ITS AN ACRONYM FOR WHAT
SOME LOSERS UNDERESTIMATING THEY SUPERFICIOUS
IF I PUT A TAG IN THE SONG THEY KNOW ITS US
IF I PULL A STRING AND HE TALKING HE A PLUSH

SOFT AS HELL WE KNOW U JUST TRYNA CATCH UP
WE ALL GON GET SHIT ON WHAT DIFFERS IS UR REACTION

Bright prod Feardorian

"That's it! That's the name of our band!"

Half a heart (prod. feardorian)

it’s nothing [https://trenchdog.bandcamp.com/track/its-nothing]

ya like wassup (barloss x nofriends x pasmiica)

WISH RN ❄️🧊❄️❄️🧊🗺️

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — grrah, grrah
Ice on my neck, frostbite in the air (brr)
Trap phone blowin’, I’m a millionaire (brrt-brrt)
Pull up, four-wheel, make the whole block stare (skrrt)
PMO, let’s go!

[Chorus]
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, one-fifty on the bike (fast)
Bang-bang-bang, let the draco sing tonight (grrah)
Same gang, same scars, never left the life (slatt)
Ain’t my fault the streets made me cold as ice (no cap)
Y’all on voodoo, fake drip, no motion (woo)
I was with my shooter, ghost mode, no postin’ (shh)
Y’all sip dodo, we pour four in the Ocean (lean)
Scooter to the Phantom, now the kid stay floatin’ (gone)

[Verse 1]
Sixteen doin’ wheelies, Vespa with no license (huh)
Move silent like Tesla, ghost ridin’ the violence (shhh)
Free the wolves in cages, they still howlin’ the loudest (woof)
Brown in Manchester, KDB with the passes (Kevin)
Twenty bands in the chain, ice drippin’ like Alaska (brr)
Aura on froze, walk in, club turn to plasma (wow)
Racks on the table, make the haters collapse (bands)
They see me like Chapo, fed cases, no lapse (boss)

[Verse 2]
Short king, money tall, touch the roof with the stacks (racks)
Queen in Chanel, she don’t trip, she adapt (she good)
Marina nights, yacht rockin’, no cap (water)
Bag a Moroccan dime, pure motion, no chat (zina)
From the block to the top, no brakes, no stop (never)
Same plug, same love, still feedin’ the block (facts)

[Chorus]
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, one-fifty on the bike (fast)
Bang-bang-bang, let the draco sing tonight (grrah)
Same gang, same scars, never left the life (slatt)
Ain’t my fault the streets made me cold as ice (no cap)
Y’all on voodoo, fake drip, no motion (woo)
I was with my shooter, ghost mode, no postin’ (shh)
Y’all sip dodo, we pour four in the Ocean (lean)
Scooter to the Phantom, now the kid stay floatin’ (gone)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Grrah — bow
Slatt — PMO

One Fifty [Prod. PMO Music]

u,_u

Like Me

@nokiyzu
https://soundcloud.com/degenerate69

lyrics:

yea ur face is a blur now
i could paint a picture but i know id hate the way that it would turn out
pull up do a burnout
think i spilled my sip up on the letter and now i cant make the words out

4 door move thru the city like a bird now,
never want a handout,
everything is earned now,
i wish i could go back to the past and get the words out,
everybody talkin not a single phrase is heard now,
im so far ahead its like plans coming together, 
40 on me and i keep in tucked in any weather, 
play with me ill put a couple holes into your sweater,
not talking The Neighbourhood, im talking bout a stretcher
might wanna consider running back in case u missed it,
got a couple pricey things for now they on my wishlist,
bank account is broke i got a problem gotta fix it
never ever think im gonna stop until i get it

OUT ON SPOTIFY NOW

sanctuary (noki & dgen)

[Lyrics]
I don’t really even mean to sound arrogant but with your love I always win, you seen the changes now you it’s time to call it quits, she put a curse upon my body like it’s pestilence, it’s okay if you don’t fly you gotta take the risk, I’m not a nourisher but I know I can make a fix, you say you cannot handle it I’m not that good at handling (I got blood in my eyes I got ice in my tears x7) 

It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late, It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late. (It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late, x4) 

You say your waiting for me but your waiting for what, I be high as fuck smoking all this dope inside the cut, FN finna bust, bust his head in a truck, bitch I never gave a fuck no I never gave a fuck(x2)

it’s nothing [https://trenchdog.bandcamp.com/track/its-nothing]

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