Circles (Prod. Doza)

I got that feelin' tonight
Ain't got the time
Like what you gon' tell me
I got too much on my mind
Like fuck all these calls
Just pull up right on me
You already know I'm inside
You already know Imma slide
No we ain't homies, thought we was brothas
I ain't gotta tell you to ride
I got that feelin' tonight
Mmm mmm mmm mmmm
I got too much on my mind
Mmm mmm mmm mmmm
You already know Imma slide
Mmm mmm mmm mmmm
I ain't gotta tell you to ride
Mmm mmm mmm mmmm

I cannot ever go broke wit the gang
We gettin' different dividends
Momma keep hearin' them sayin' my name
I don't even know why they mentionin'
Hol' up, while I'm switchin' lanes
Shiftin' wit no ceilin'
Hol' up, flyin' to L.A.
But this a different ticket
They keep on askin' me how I stay calm
I keep it lit when I vibe
They keep on askin' me why I don't call
I already lost track of the time
And if it's on me, I'm bettin' it all
All the way down to the dimes
And how could I trust you, no not at all
Yea I got me every time
Call the homie then I pick up brodie
Now we cruisin' out like the old days
Grandpa Tony, this a different lonely
I been in and out of my old ways
These niggas twins wit the rappin'
Twins wit the fashion
I did it my own way
These niggas said they was family
I got it myself from the dirt
Yea the whole way

I got that feelin' tonight
Ain't got the time
Like what you gon' tell me
I got too much on my mind
Like fuck all these calls
Just pull up right on me
You already know I'm inside
You already know Imma slide
No we ain't homies, thought we was brothas
I ain't gotta tell you to ride
I got that feelin' tonight
Mmm mmm mmm mmmm
I got too much on my mind
Mmm mmm mmm mmmm
You already know Imma slide
Mmm mmm mmm mmmm
I ain't gotta tell you to ride
Mmm mmm mmm mmmm

Tonight

Made this in 30 minutes 😭
Lyrics: 
I am coming for your ass
I will make you smoke the gas
Try to run, I won't let it pass
Look at that girl, she got that ass

You know I used to fuck with you
I used to get jealous over you
Now I got more famous
I don't fuck with lames
Bitch back up with yo lame ass

I don't need yo love anymore
I got more problems, than you can count lil hoe
When you got that money, all them bitches love me
Asking if I'm famous, wanting all my money
Don't even think about it, lets stick to us fucking
You should talk less and do more dick sucking

I Don't Need You [prod. 1starmari]

withu

oneself

Belt(IscreL!)

im wiped out
i dont know whats real or fake
im on the ground now
feel your mistake
im hurting
this place
that sour taste

now im growing up
i dont know where you are
now im fucking up
cant go your way
and when life is rough
i hope you stay

keep myself together
can you tell me how to remember 
i cannot stand your temper
gotta keep myself together

im wiped out
i dont know whats real or fake
im on the ground now
feel your mistake
mistake
ill stop now
ill stop now

Mistake

CO-PROD. RJ PASIN 

lyrics

I think I met the girl of my dreams
She said you could change my world so take the lead
(Lead) Lead
(Lead) Lead
(Lead) Lead
So take the lead
(Lead) Lead
(Lead) Lead
(Lead) Lead 
So take the lead

Just come with me
And you can see
What we could be
I laid my eyes on you I knew I was on a mission
Gotta make this happen yeah I can’t do no more wishing
Seen the way you move baby you’re my new addiction
If it it’s cool with you then I got a proposition

Won’t you come with me we can hit the club up like it’s ballet
I just wanna make you feel so special park the car in the valet
Let’s forget everybody else, let’s embrace the cliche
Well spin round and round and round until our problems go away

After party, it’s 2am I don’t know where we went
The sky is starry, kiss me at the bench I fall in love again and I said
I think I met the girl of my dreams
She said you could change my world so take the lead
(Lead) Lead
(Lead) Lead
(Lead) Lead
So take the lead
(Lead) Lead
(Lead) Lead
(Lead) Lead 
So take the lead

Won’t you come with me we can hit the club up like it’s ballet
I just wanna make you feel so special park the car in the valet
Let’s forget everybody else, let’s embrace the cliche
Well spin round and round and round until our problems go away
(Round and round and round until our problems go away)
(Round and round and round until our problems go away)
(Round and round and round until our problems go away)
(Round and round and round until our problems go away)

Pirouette With You

prod zoowe
rhymes: 
fuck a flat, im off a senzu bean
whole lotta rack, thas y these hoe be lookin @ me
im in my bag yuh
im @the stag yuh
go get ur bag up
talkin shit while u smokin a fag yuh
an u aint got no racks bruh
got a pound of that gas, the cure too clean
why all these hoes b looking @ me?
fuck these hoes
right to ur nose (gun)
i pass her right onto my bros

oneself

die4rai

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