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osquinn's bangerssss

Ashnikko Ft. Princess Nokia - Slumber Party ( Lumeny Remix )

miss the rage • hella slowed, bass boosted,8d

prod @juuzou & @prod_death

mixed & master by @rpnf

love +blxty & truebliss

get away w/ eric2k + minion & toxin

lil tracy - uh oh  prod.suave

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqrW0-OUExc
Prod. Mars Beats
yes, its a love song.

Lyrics:
[hook]
And I know these niggas mad as fuck
Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up
Pour a 4, while my nigga throw it up
And bitch i’m off the good 10's, I might just throw it up
Bitch i’m off that dope for real
These niggas ain’t got no swag for real
And I ain’t no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real
High as fuck, got jetlag for real
This mac 11 come with a 32 mag for real

[verse]
And me and that nigga geeked we be tweakin’ together
And I sholl’ is rocking hoodies in this damn hot ass weather
That nigga just like me, I ain’t know I had a tether
Ain’t no nigga totin’ like me, yo shit light as a feather
I don’t wanna work with you, don’t care, thats cool
Singing my heart out in this mic right on this fucking stool
No internet lil bitch, beef with this fucking tool
And I don’t gotta show my ass lil hoe to flex on you
Santana, ima flex on you
And I ain't gotta shake my ass lil hoe to flex on you
Kaine with the glizzy, ima handle you
Bitch these vvs on my neck wet like a fucking pool

[hook]
And I know these niggas mad as fuck
Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up
Pour a 4, while my nigga throw it up
And bitch i’m off the good 10's, I might just throw it up
Bitch i’m off that dope for real
These niggas ain't got no swag for real
And I ain't no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real
High as fuck, got jetlag for real
This mac 11 come with a 32 mag for real

TWEAKIN' TOGETHER (Video In Description)

mix @j9nah

ty for snappin on the verse <3 @xadvoi

on all platforms :)

nintendo! ft xadvoi (p. j6nah)

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Cover fire
I need a rumor 
You’re a school shooter! 
A problematic desire 
I’m just a gun w/ the hire 
Pop your skull & your tires 
I want your feeling & everything in your fiber 
Uh!uhuh!uh!
munchin’
popping on bubblegum 
(Yah) I feel you on my tongue 
Lick across the clip of my gun 
Am I am I 
In love 
Or Am I off the drugs 
Your girl say I fuck like a thug 
She wants kisses over blunts 
Let the chains hit her face 
Gunshots feel like a blade 
Swerve the car make me race 
Suicides in my state 
Snipers chill with berets 
Push you off the edge 

Throwing knife like pick your fight 
Pussy boy I wanna see my bride 
I feel like exhibit cause I pimp my ride
Ya bitch 
There’s ones pick up your sight! 
Thoughts contrived yah yah yeh 
I can never do right in your mind 
It’s just so hard to stay attached to this world! 

Live off you like matter 
MP5 like scatter 
Blood just Leaves me staggered 
Got 12 on me 
Won’t let me be 
Got gunmy worms stuck in my teeth 
I see her face I’m like “omg”
Grapple tape on my SMG
Talk talk but you won’t beat me
 

Cover fire
I need a rumor 
I’m just cooler