jaydes - say cheese   uglyfriend

let it out「 slayr gsauce 」

rexv2 - im tired (prod rexv2)

beverly

Body Parts prod slayr

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-n_DrZkoi8
LYRICS
Choppa too hot get a heat stroke
Deep inside the box im a kidney stone
If you came to watch can you just leave me 'lone
You know slay gon be on top that b*tch set in stone
Neck and wrist is full of rocks got em filled with stone
Heard that boy is tryna box title take it home
No that boy dont got no drop no he dont got no lo'

Fine sh*t gon give me top i give that b*tch a load
Every song is off the top somehow i talk the most
Hop in that b*tch yea new moshpit
Bad a** b*tch tryna swap my spit
Close them legs i dont want no kids
Cant have no sex i dont want that b*tch
Okay talk that talk yea speak that facts thats more like it
Boutta pop that chop right at yo top that sh*t might split
Ben Ten watch boutta Ben Ten flip my style boutta Ben Ten flip this b*tch
Best friends we are not best friends if she gon suck my d*ck and all dat sh*t
Uh uh uh
Lets go motorolla
Shoot this drake its not a game i dont got no controlla
Take this mask off not the same cant wait for october
Take this mask off not the same cant wait for october
Slay outta space, Slay going solar
Get outta my face, i dont even know ya
Yea n*ggas in georgia shout out cousin toya
Yea n*ggas in georgia where the hoes at i need em
Yea whip boutta floor ya, i dont give a f*ck bout no speed bump
Yea im not no john cena i make sure they seen us
Cant forget a damn thing might as well get some peanuts
Different keys for different speeds you know you gotta keep up
Different keys for different speeds yeah

Choppa too hot get a heat stroke
Deep inside the box im a kidney stone
If you came to watch can you just leave me 'lone
You know slay gon be on top that b*tch set in stone
Neck and wrist is full of rocks got em filled with stone
Heard that boy is tryna box title take it home
No that boy dont got no drop no he dont got no lo'

Set In Stone prod slayr & wa

Texas Ting

PROD. LVUSM

Lyrics

(Skrrr, Woah)
I might say I love you bae
But I don’t trust that hoe
Walk outside ima up that flame
Yea ima clutch that hoe
Oh my God I don’t feel the same 
I don’t even feel no more
Woah
I gotta stack them bands cause I do
Im off xans what bout you
Speaker playing through the room
Had this shit all in my hands 
But I didn’t have no clue
Now I’m piped up through the roof
Now I’m piped up to the moon
Yeah they told me I couldn’t do this shit
Now look at what I do
Look at the shit that I got 
It’s a lot, yeah for the win
Coming hot with the gang
I’m on top, shoot like Dame
From the drop, I'm insane 
But I’m locked
Lately I’m fucking around but I’m feeling alive
I cannot fuck with that bitch cos she killing my vibe
I just be clutchin that pole, let artillery fly
I just been staring at you 
Why my head in the sky
Yeah we gotta go 
I might back out the bach 
I might fuck with the Phantom
I’m feeling alone
So I go pour the deuce in the muhfuckin Fanta
Yeah I’m on a roll
I go hit after hit 
Hope the gun it dont jam up
I hope that bitch know
The way that she do me, she leaving me damaged 

I’m running them bands up
I’m laughing my ass off
Cos she wants some bands yuh
She taking her pants off
Saying I love you
I’m doing this hands off
You see when I try hard
That lil bitch done ran off
I’m like lately I’m having my way
I’m like lately my heart outta space
I’m like lately lil baby I’m dozin off
When you not showing your face
I been moving like this shit a race
I been moving like I ain’t got time
Cos it’s only just me in my way
Skeee
Woah
I might say I love you bae
Walk outside and up that flame
Oh my God I don’t feel the same 
I don’t even feel no more

Texas Ting

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