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Keyzo - vamanos (hunting + yungrobin + primo) [noloveforus exclusive]

MOVEMENT (devilship)

What It Is P. Sleepy!

lyrics:
if he talking then its local season
gang gon strike him down
pussy talking now he fucking bleeding
blick dont make a sound
007 on these hoes, im agent bond right now
yo ho fat she a cow
i fuck yo bitch then leave, like chow

bye bye
i hit juggs off the wifi
that pussy got no life
friendzone, bitch give him high fives
my shit is too high-fi
w a white bitch living the high life
best in the game check the highlights
lil bitch i dont gotta try

she said she want date ooh
but i could neva eva date hoes
and she wan top on me, she could really give me good blow
and i keep glock on me, choppa finna make a play pick and roll
el chapo, leave his ass in the road
tiji, shoot a pussy just for show

white boy in the hood ima get too tactical on these pussys
red dot on his head lee harvey oswald ima make shit mushy
brain matter on the walls and the seats of the car boy please dont push me
lil chubby but im pretty im still gon play w the tushy

confidence is really key, dont really think u got confidence
you know you cant step to me, lil pussy you way too incompetent
general of my squad, make a plan then we chopping shit
i got the gas on my rasta shit, too many hoes check the roster bitch

if he talking then its local season
gang gon strike him down
pussy talking now he fucking bleeding
blick dont make a sound
007 on these hoes, im agent bond right now
yo ho fat she a cow
i fuck yo bitch then leave, like chow

i get my get back two times over
in that trackhawk tell that bitch i do not fuck with no range rover
i aint never say i love no hoe unless i am not sober
im that dude that fucked your bitch before you, taught her what i know ya
i go coast to coast to fuck these hoes then go preform a show yuh woah
these pussies know that im a soldier woah

im gon fuck that bitch then im gon leave cant stay the night
fucked up off the oxy man im high just like a kite
he gon meet the hollows, no i dont fucking fight
asshole to my bitch but my dick make it all alright

yuh yuh yuh 
woah woah woah
yuh yuh yuh 
woah woah

local season (prod. zhap)

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Lyrics 

Intro:
That lil nig want a hand out
He can’t even get a breadcrumb
Got gas for the low that sh*t be on sa-le

Hook:
Yeah I’m tryna watch my back uh
And them nigs come under attack 
and you know that ian gon lack uh

Y’all nig always be mad
Ye y’all nig always tryn say sum
To tired I got jet lag 
And you know imma make that bag uh

Y’all always tryn cap bout sum
Like where do ya come from?
That nig want a handout
He can’t even get a breadcrumb 

Verse 1:
Independent I stand,
yeah I’m tryna standout
That lil b*tch a fan,
no you can’t get no shoutout
Pearls on my neck no clam
Pray to God that Glocky won’t jam 
They see me and they know who I am
I’m jus tryna provide for the fam

B*tch nigg do you have a problem?
Took her out to eat to Benihana’s 
I’m in the streets wit the real top shottas 
Always asking for cash like a baby momma

That sh*t you smoking is trash
Make a nigg wanna get in his bag
You know ian never gon lack
Ion give a f*ck if that was the past

And you niggs never listen to me
And lately I been going through it
I been focusing on music
Stfu cuz you sound stupid
Can’t live this way it’s too abusive 

Hook:
Yeah I’m tryna watch my back uh
And them nigs come under attack 
and you know that ian gon lack uh

Y’all nig always be mad
Ye y’all nig always tryn say sum
To tired I got jet lag 
And you know imma make that bag uh

Y’all always tryn cap bout sum
Like where do ya come from?
That nig want a handout
He can’t even get a breadcrumb 

Verse 2:
Gas in my lung can’t feel
Took her out to eat Ian paying no bill
Hold up bae can you grab the wheel 
I’m just tryna run up that mill

Only Cashapp don’t do the Zelle 
Remember hitting licks jus like Ezal
I’m in the mix and you can’t tell
Nigg is a b*tch he gon tuck his tale

I’ll send a lil op to hell
Lil bro couldn’t even pay the bail
I told him call me if you need some help
We smoking on gas this sh*t top shelf

I jus wanna obtain some we-a-lth
Focusing on my mental he-a-lth
I went off track but I’m back on ra-i-l
My nigg move in silence they got ste-a-lth

I can say I did it by mysel-lf
Copy my wave they follow my tra-il
F*ck outta my face you can’t hit this L
This gas for the low that sh*t be on sa-le
Don’t come to my home stop ringing my be-ll

Hook:
Yeah I’m tryna watch my back uh
And them nigs come under attack 
and you know that ian gon lack uh

Y’all nig always be mad
Ye y’all nig always tryn say sum
To tired I got jet lag 
And you know imma make that bag uh

Y’all always tryn cap bout sum
Like where do ya come from?
That nig want a handout
He can’t even get a breadcrumb

Breadcrumb prod.fargone

LYRICS:

Hop out the coupe let's go
I'm in Florida with all of my zo's (My zo's)
You see me gettin' the green (Green, green)
So you know it come with the hoes (The hoes)
To the niggas that's hatin' on me (They hating, they hating, they hating on me)
Tell 'em stay on the side that they chose
Cause I know that one day I'ma blow
Cause I know that one day I'ma blow

Yeah join the team, she wanna fuck but I'm not no fiend (Oh yeah)
Ugh aye pop that bean, you know how I get when I'm off of the lean (Yeah)
Aye I'm off of the lean, you run up on me then I'm clearing the scene (Oh-woo)
Ugh aye Givenchy my jeans, I'm dropping them bands while you shoppin' at Shein
I'm insane, lil' nigga,
take three shots to the brain, lil' nigga
Bow, bow, bow, you a stain, lil' nigga (Stain lil' nigga)
She tryna hop in a Range, lil' nigga (Range lil' nigga)
I'm swervin'and switchin' through lanes, lil' nigga (Lanes lil' nigga)
Break your bitch back like I'm Bane, lil' nigga (Bane lil' nigga)
I'm up, and you still with them lame, lil' niggas (Lame lil' niggas)

I ain't got no one to call, that's why I'm talkin' to y'all (That's why I' talking to y'all)
Even though I stopped hooping back in eighth grade, I still know how to ball (Yeah)
People gon' fuck with you when you up, then leave when you startin' to fall (Damn)
(People gon' fuck with you when you up, then leave when you startin' to fall)

They gon' leave when you startin' to fall (Yeah)
So I gotta make sure I don't fall (Yeah)
Tryna make sure that my money tall
Peep the swag when I walk in the mall, yeah (Mall, yeah)
Can't even trust no one, so when I feel alone, who do I call
I'ma just thug it out on my own (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got love for you even though you did me wrong
I get too fly, ain't talkin' bout a drone (Woah)
She like my fragrance, she like my cologne (Yeah)
(Yeah) I'm in the stu, told her leave me alone ('lone)
'Lone (Lone)
'Lone (Lone)
I'm in the stu, told her leave me alone ('lone)

Hop out the coupe let's go
I'm in Florida with all of my zo's (My so's)
You see me gettin' the green (Green, green)
So you know it come with the hoes (The hoes)
To the niggas that's hatin' on me (They hating, they hating, they hating on me)
Tell 'em stay on the side that they chose
Cause I know that one day I'ma blow
Cause I know that one day I'ma blow

(She want to fuck, but I'm not no fiend oh yeah)
(Yeah)
(Oh-woo)

Stay On That Side (Feat. Yugi) (Prod. Tesso)

Moment Of Clarity

Inspired by OsamaSon & Ken Carson

Written by Me
Mixed and Mastered by Me
Produced by Dos4vr

Lyrics:

Chorus:
Yeah, leave that boy like six feet under
Yeah, leave that boy like six feet under
Yeah, leave that boy like six feet under
Yeah, leave that boy like six feet under
Six feet underground
G-Lock toting rounds
TEC, 500lbs
Can't you hear that sound
Catch him lay him down
Catch him lay him out
Pouring wock by ounce
Codeine make me bounce

Verse 1:
Yeah, smoking real top shelf in the back
Yeah, fucking her from the back
Yeah, I got fangs real vamp
Pull up in Jag
I be smoking black
I be on attack
Put they opps in a pack
Puffing on that gas
(Niggas shooting blanks)
I keep that dirty .30 just to sleep
I keep that dirty cup with my reef
I got that dirty money, fuck on dirty hoes
Goddamn bitch, you a treesh
Make a band by the end of the week
This tuff shit, not for the weak
I'm at the top of the peak
Yeah. X Pill got me geeked

Verse 2:
Yeah, I'm sipping on Aquafina
Bitch I'm feeling like Autumn, I carry Ninas
Fuck that bih from the back and her name was Tina
I'm gon mix up the drugs in the dirty beaker
Yeah, you finna die
Yeah, you finna die
We got that choppa get send to the sky
My brodie popping that fye
I just be rocking that .9
I'm in that cat😼, finna dive
I got them girls in Dubai

Moment Of Clarity

Damii2x

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