sum songs to play gunz 2

@mkyfm

i kno we not built the same
im wired in btch i feel like im rly lain
beauty beast bag we got diff tastes
pockets on swole n i swear urs b lookn tame
bored as a btch i aint playin games
smokin this za so i swear tht i stay insane
he wearin fendi tht boy a lame
2047 on me ima make it rain
im in ny and im speedin thru traffic
he talkin tht shit but his hoe automatic
jus copped a gshock ion fw no patek
his song finna flop now he actin dramatic 
im talkin my shit cuz i aint problematic
i step inna party these hoes get ecstatic 
juggin my swag he aint get the schematic
got dumped by his hoe no tht shit is traumatic
d&g on me aint talkin no drain but im still finna speed thru the red light
i walk around wit a whole lotta racks if tht boy wna scrap then its on sight
he was jus talkin so crazy on gang they pulld up 2 his crib he a deer in the headlights
oh thts yo shawty i think she b choosin cuz she hit me up n she want me like all night
i told her no ion wnt her n she was like damn i aint kno how u felt
no i dont fw my sons n i hate em i think i should cop me a belt 
n he talkin 2 me like we cool or sum he dont kno all the shit tht i dealt w 
n he talkin 2 crazy he playin w fire if he get too close he get melted
i tell em get off my dick
i tell em get off my dick
i tell em get off my dick
i tell em get off my dick
im w my gang we 2lit
helix u kno tht we up
n u kno that i kno im the shit
i got good matcha in my cup
i got these clothes they dk ab 
he wanted smoke so he findin out
n im too up i aint comin down
hysteric on me i dont fw these clowns
feel like saitama u play w my shit got like 1punch it might get yo ass gone
got yo hoe why they singin my songs
ima say it again i dnt fw my clones 
i kno we not built the same
im wired in btch i feel like im rly lain
beauty beast bag we got diff tastes
pockets on swole n i swear urs b lookn tame
bored as a btch i aint playin games
smokin this za so i swear tht i stay insane
he wearin fendi tht boy a lame
2047 on me ima make it rain

wired in (mkyfm)

witch bitch prod. Yuke * [https://sprained.bandcamp.com]

Japan

1o (prod. hhhcra + Yk)

Lethal

Produced By: Dani Kiyoko
Mixed & Mastered By: Dani Kiyoko

Lyrics:
Bitch so hot like sauna
Turn her to a runna
Whole lot racks I count up
Fuck that bih right here onna counta
Pshh money counta
Hell yuh I rock designer
Kick her out Atlanta
All red fit Atlanta
Turn her to a dancer aye
Yea I feel like bana
Sip it sip it Tropicana 
Wock right in my Fanta
You talk you talk we ran up aye
Yea, Yea

Stupid bih all I do is count up count up
I got racks in my bed I talk like wild out wild out
Ya got that brand new fit leggo
Bih right onnat, bih right onnat floor
Aye yuh YSL cheetah I zoom
808 go boom
Take her right to my room
Yea we havin it soon
High as thee fuck 
I’m goin straight up to dat Fuckin moon
I got too many bad ass bitches dont know which one to choose

Bitch so hot like sauna
Turn her to a runna
Whole lot racks I count up
Fuck that bih right here onna counta
Pshh money counta
Hell yuh I rock designer
Kick her out Atlanta
All red fit Atlanta
Turn her to a dancer aye
Yea I feel like bana
Sip it sip it Tropicana 
Wock right in my Fanta
You talk you talk we ran up aye
Yea, Yea

Atlanta (Che Flow)

Produced By: Dani Kiyoko
Mix & Mastered By: Dani Kiyoko

Lyrics:
Oh yea we finna kill it
Do that shii for the gram jus reel it
Put yo Draco to the ceiling 
Yea my chop real long
Yea that bih wan hit my bong
Yea that bih wan sing my song 
But I cannot do no wrong
But I’m onnat with some killers
And my niggas out here some drillers
Yea I bought that bih some fillers
Yea I run that block like a dealer
Harajuku my fit 
With my bih yea throwin a fit
Tryna copy my drip
Went and bought some brand new Rick

Put a stone yea right on my wrist
Hmm prada my wrist
Finna prada my bitch
Put yo hoe on my list yea yea
Bet not look at my bitch
Get hit wit that shit yea yea
Wan copy my drip
Get slimed innat whip yea yea

This bih so bad
Yea this bih so bad like this I feel like ya
My bitch gon crash 
My bitch gon crash about me yea like yea
Feel like ya feel like ya
Feel like this I feel like ya
Yea I do not feel no fear
Yea my patna talk that real

Oh yea we finna kill it
Do that shii for the gram jus reel it
Put yo Draco to the ceiling 
Yea my chop real long
Yea that bih wan hit my bong
Yea that bih wan sing my song 
But I cannot do no wrong
But I’m onnat with some killers
And my niggas out here some drillers
Yea I bought that bih some fillers
Yea I run that block like a dealer
Harajuku my fit 
With my bih yea throwin a fit
Tryna copy my drip
Went and bought some brand new Rick

Harajuku

RRockkOutt Prod Zatru

wtf, wtf?, wtf!

rave with; all the weird girls!! prod zatru

Sandman

Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me 

Lyrics:
Huh? Wait need a minute
Countin cash, I just need a minute
I got foreign hoes, yea I admit it
Got prada, bad hoe, I just need a minute
Yea wait, huh, yea a finesser
I told yo bitch, she suck it better
Good money Trappin
They say what happen?
I’m posted with my gang, these Niggas like what happen?

Luh tetchi goin up they like yea what happen?
He say he havin racks, but that nigga cappin
He say they havin straps, yea my nigga packin
Hollup countin cake
New moves in Cali
That bitch in LA
Take to the Telly 
My hoe so sassy
She so damn sexy
My hoe yea they some witches, they comin out
That bitch she want my riches, I kick her out
These niggas swim like fishes, they runnin out
All these Niggas in my business, they finding out
That I’m the one
My racks they weigh a ton
I’m on the track straight flash 
Yea I feel like one

Huh? Wait need a minute
Countin cash, I just need a minute
I got foreign hoes, yea I admit it
Got prada, bad hoe, I just need a minute
Yea wait, huh, yea a finesser
I told yo bitch, she suck it better
Good money Trappin
They say what happen?
I’m posted with my gang, these Niggas like what happen?

Minute

Smokin On Dis Blunt ?!!?!?!??!

Heartache

Produced By: Me & Split
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Bih so bad I take her 
Chain round my neck hellraiser 
Ice ride round my wrist like a sailor
Girl I ain’t no hero I can’t save ya 
Nigga lookin at me like a savior
If that boy my opp, imma face ya

I’m in that party it’s too lit it’s like a rager 
All them bad ahh bitches say they love me love me
All them fuckin racks, they wan fuck me fuck me
Yea that drac go blatt right into yo tummy
You could never top me
My twin he tote a tommy
Like Girl I love yo body
I say that she a hotty
I’m takin x and Molly
White hoe her name was Kylie
Yea that perc in my body, they could never stop me
Yea that money touch right, change my pulse
With my twin, and I won’t take a loss
Shawty fine like woah I’m havin thoughts 
In that mall shoppin, yea like fuck the cost

Shinsen Ōra

Prada (die In It)

Produced By: Me + M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Yea nigga want my recipe? Yea yea
Hoe, they want my swag for free? Yea yea yea
Hoe just wanna fuck on me? Yea yea
Hoe just wanna suck on me? Yea yea yea

Cool in the back like this, I pull that widebody 
Shawty got a BBL, widebody
I’m like girl, meet me there, you a hotty
They wan try me
Yea I’m with my twin, too slimey


Dani Verse: 
Hollup I got racks bitch 
X up onnat floor
I got money like a fat bitch
Yea I’m like leggo
Yea they think I sold my soul
Yea that bih wan suck my soul
Yea that boy they want my flow
Got some racks, I need some mo
Yea that bitch she was a hoe
Champagne shower on her toe
Put that bih in moncler coat
Got some racks, ya know it float
I can’t sink, I’m a boat 
Yea they swear that I’m the goat
Big ahh Draco that I tote
Yea it’s murder that she wrote
Woah

Yea Yea (feat. Kura)

hella sht

Love Me

for me, sometimes for you

I i I i m155 the t1me5 WHEN we was h9v7ng fun @nd not w0rry1ng @b0ut everybody@#!@#!@!@

sum songs to play gunz 2

darnell