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Ts more heat than the damn LA fires 🔥💥🔥 🚒🚒🚒

lyrics:
i said bitch i got bands 
2 bands
got a bad bitch out here shaking her ass
homie step back before ur ass get packed 

ay she said that im too much
too much 
yeah my blicky named diddy, run up on me get touched 
ask me if i give a fuck, i don’t give two fucks
i got 2 little blickys and they giving out a ton 
uh huh, how it feel, how it taste 
she gon do sum for a little pocket change 

i just gotta flash sum money all she gonna do is chase 
if you’re man’s run up on me then he finna get sprayed (fa,fa,fa)
(fa,fa,fa)

why you mad?
why you mad lil bro? 
yeah your bitch kinda busy she got dick in her throat 
why you mad? 
i got 3 other hoes
with 3 other foo’s that mad im with they hoe 
like bitch!
i got opps for days 
that won’t ever change the fact that your bitch with me every day

ye she’s sucking me up just like sum pasta
basta
yeah she’s always on my line saying “where you at ASTA?”

like damm
where you get that hoe?
there’s a hole lotta ass in this room i know 
if i throw this cash she gon do a lil show 
and won’t ever stop till my pockets empty i know
got a loaded clip on a pogo stick 
if you up it, better up it like you run this bitch 

like damm
quit clamming shit 
got your bitch up on my dick doing shit that she would admit

ay she said that im too much
too much
yeah my blicky named diddy, run up on me get touched
ask me if i give a fuck, i don’t give two fucks
i got 2 little blickys and they giving out a ton
uh huh, how it feel, how it taste
she gon do sum for a little pocket change

i just gotta flash sum money all she gonna do is chase
if you’re man’s run up on me then he finna get sprayed (fa,fa,fa)
(fa,fa,fa)

i get lit when that light come on 
she wanna fuck wit the mob 
cause her friend got tossed 
i take hoes, kill shows 
now i rerock hoes 
i cause damage in the club 
bring the drank ice cold 

i like a itty bitty waist wit a facecard bro 
if i take her from u zigga 
just accept yo loss 
cause she chose up on a player 
what can i say? 
and plus i made her pay a fee
before she got a lil taste 

that’s it 
wipe me down 
i’m too dipped 
the way i stack blues 
u would think i’d be a crip 
it’s been about bread from the jump lil jit 
and ian trynna hear it u really bout chips 

look at my wrist 
make a whole city blind 
nigga stay mad
that’s y u shaped like a lime 
if zigga want a problem 
bet i got the last line 
that’s y your bitch wit us 
cause u not like I

TOO MUCH X ASTA (PROD BY CUTTY VIBEZ)

high rolla (prod. jaswed)

MANHATTAN

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ALL PLATFORMS

RUNUPONME (PROD.C4MM X USER17)

Faded **Prod. User x Nocturne**

with @fkbambam

produced by @nimbustwokay & Lord Gasp
mix/rec by Lord Gasp

LYRICS :

(Lord Gasp)

in the cut, out the mix like a bad batch,
boy you movin’ goofy, you the type to get your bag snatched.
lab rat, popped me out the womb and fed my ass tabs
Put me down, i’ll be back , pull up on you , bambam

(Fkbambam)

Got a freak hoe gimme dome 
Doing a handstand
Im like juicy jay up in the club she do her band dance
Came outta dirt. crawled my way out of the quick sand,
Flaunting what im wanting we gon take it you get ransacked

(lord gasp)

lifes a bitch ive let her venom in
Invite her in
I fucked the devil , insiminate her face
Its in my veins
no Vitamin can fix my sinner brain
Disintegrate you bony sack 
The hollow points , the body bag and everything


(fkbambam)

Labels tryna buy my swag, it’s not for sale
You quit and only worked for three whole days yeah you’re bound to fail
Damn your ass retarded how the fuck you slower than a snail
Cross my ass like Jesus, pin right through your hands with metal nails 


(lord gasp)

Big bank all ,blue faces like they holdin’ breath,
Gave that boy a dub, he ran off, now he owe his fuckin death.
I be with them steppers, but they quiet, ain’t no show and tell,
Catch him talkin’ crazy, he gon’ fold like an open mail.


(hook - lord gasp and fkbambam)

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place



(fkbambam)

made it outta nothing i ain’t got no mob ties
messing with the fam you gon’ end up hog tied
Hit em up, freeze up leave ya stuck, terrorize
Shocked to see me creeping out 
But I know I don’t look surprised




(lord gasp)

Whole life flashing, his homies bout to pick his scraps
Pick yo shoes up fore my shooter make the metal clap
Pick his loot up like the riches do the middle class
redneck, call me lil bluegrass


(fkbambam)

Scare the hoes like Danny Brown
I think she had a heart attack
Even with no excercice
my numbers doing jumping jacks
Bambam, calm down
They said my whole life
Early like i’m Folgers
moving boulders like a landslide


(lord gasp)

Gone in a puff
My whole circle smoked quick
Never trust none , fuck with no bluff bitch
Stick to yo senses,  never missin maths
Put numbers in, really
Plus im really bout my swag


(hook - lord gasp and fkbambam)

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place

Cant stop, won’t stop, cash in the safe
Talk shit, jaw lock, get hit in the face
Lips loose shells fly, thats a closed case
Cant stop won’t stop, run up in your place



Lab Rat (with Fkbambam)

Lyrics~

Money what Im bout (bout)
Straight from the south (south)
You better watch yo mouth (mouth)
Fuck about the clout (clout)
I been on my own (own)
Fuck about the crowd (crowd)
Yo nigga is unknown
Nobody hit his phone (phone)

Money what Im bout (bout)
Straight from the south (south)
You better watch yo mouth (mouth)
Fuck about the clout (clout)
I been on my own (own)
Fuck about the crowd (crowd)
Yo nigga is unknown
Nobody hit his phone (phone)

Buried in his dreams, no headstone (headstone)
Words out my mouth got his chest blown
(Chest blown)
Spineless motherfucka with no backbone
(Backbone)
Turn his words into smoke now his past gone (past gone)

Past gone faded to black
And everything disintegrated
Then it turned into ash
And Im a one of one aint no fucking copying that
I elevate my sound bitch while Im upping my stats
They cant match while Im

Walking through the ashes and the smoke carnage unsealed 
Time froze still, like the clocks wont ever heal
Echoes of war it got the silence appeal
Got hella scars on the field that the rain wont heal yeah

Still I march on with my fate concealed 
And motherfuckas talk but they all yield
To me of who they wanna be and they mirror me
Pathetic mini mes but I dont give a damn
Cuz its fucking

Money what Im bout (bout)
Straight from the south (south)
You better watch yo mouth (mouth)
Fuck about the clout (clout)
I been on my own (own)
Fuck about the crowd (crowd)
Yo nigga is unknown
Nobody hit his phone (phone)

Buried in his dreams, no headstone (headstone)
Words out my mouth got his chest blown
(Chest blown)
Spineless motherfucka with no backbone
(Backbone)
Turn his words into smoke now his past gone (past gone)

Money what Im bout (bout)
Straight from the south (south)
You better watch yo mouth (mouth)
Fuck about the clout (clout)
I been on my own (own)
Fuck about the crowd (crowd)
Yo nigga is unknown
Nobody hit his phone (phone)

Buried in his dreams, no headstone (headstone)
Words out my mouth got his chest blown
(Chest blown)
Spineless motherfucka with no backbone
(Backbone)
Turn his words into smoke now his past gone (past gone)

Unknown

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Spiderman[pluggdmv]

Lyrics 

Let me rap on this shit cause you know what I've done
I think I need to suffer
Exactly this shit that I've done, this shit that I do

Man, this shit is a bluffer
I guess I gotta look at my actions and know what I've done
Man, this shit'll get rougher
Man, I feel like life, that shit ain't even fair

I feel like you weren't even there
Gotta think of my room, had to look over there
It's been 23 minutes, fucking seven yard scare
You can try to hurt me if you dare

You think you can do it, but you know I ain't scared
And I told you, Gianna, that life is not fair
Life doesn't really matter cause you know that I care
If all the stuff that I'm doing's a sin

Why God never stop it, you know that he win
I feel like the bowling ball, you are the pin
My head's in a spiral, be making me spin
Like I be mad, I be lashing all out

Like UrStar9900, you know we're about
I be breaking and, breaking, it turns into doubt
My chopper go crazy, it sound like a shout
My emotions changed to sad, to happy, to sad

To mad, to happy, to sad
You couldn't be me, you can't step on my shoes
If you would've been me, then you wouldn't been glad
Like always out here just busting my ass

Like bitch ain't no racer, but coming in last
I'm talking about me cause you know that I'm fast
Yeah, yeah, you know that I'm fast
Bitch, it's 1:50 right back in the morning

Bitch, I be missing my flight, damn
I be screaming, UrStar, UrStar
Bitch, I'm on live with the cam
Man, I ran to God like a lamb

They calling me Thomas, they thinking I can
Hear shots in the air like you're hearing a bam
When tapping his credit, that shit was a scam
That shit is the plan

Hate when these niggas they telling these lies
Lil' nigga you lying, you paying the price
I care about money, and getting so rich
These niggas be hating, they all on are dicks

Spinning in SRT, I'm in the whip
I know that her ass ain't talking about shit
Some people just really think that I'm chaotic
We popping my shit, I be changing the topic

Stay in school, you getting great knowledge
Stop all of the cap a lot, there's no logic
When I'm rapping on songs, you know that I got it
Damn, that's your bitch, you all in her body

Got a whole lot of standards, I really got hobbies
Really got bars, but this is not it
We catching some opps, and we catching my feet
If my music is ass, I gotta delete

I be going on live at I tend to not leave
Tend to not leave
I be staying on that shit, too
Y'all feel me

Yeah the bitch gonna feel me
I feel like immortal they failing to kill me
I'm breaking inside. I want Yahweh to heal me
My cousin wanna see me, she wanna see the real me
But you know, I can't do it
You love me so much but you know that I blew it
Like I feel loose screws in my head you can't screw it
I told you again and again I can't do it
I can't do it
I felt like I'm wicked I did it again
I don't want no friends
I'm done with this song. yeah that shit is the end
Me and Key Marr yeah we back on a song
Can't be in the dark I be taking that bong
I don't want these people go singing along
I deserve to suffer. That's where I belong.

Unknown

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