outta body w/9geek

bloodsport [sqge]

Hardrock- PTSD (prod.zodiac)

Lyrics 




Throwing up the deuces
Hit ya bitch im throwing up the deuces 
Ya bitch doing ya wrong 
You not sad cause ya use to it 
I lock in, I get in that mode I get used to it 
Her old nigga was broke she so used to it 
If you got a talent bro then put some use to it
Feel like I got the juice, Juice 
When I got that money on me ion know what to do
I’m like baby chill, hold up why are you so rude damn

Niggas turn Bishop they get crazy when they get the juice damn
I get crazy behind that wheel in that coupe damn
Nah I go crazy bout my honey Winnie the pooh damn
I need to hop in a pool, I’m too hot I need to cool down

Making too many moves, Ws I can’t lose now 
I can’t lose I can’t lose I can’t lose it 
No Izaya shawty, can you be my Jt to my Uzi 
I cant tell shawty is ya fr or playing I’m bout to lose it 
I can’t tell shawty I can’t tell
Had to watch the way you moving shit just kinda weird 
I had to put that shit on my body I was rocking Spill 
I’ll send ya bitch up, like a rocket ship
Music loud My dope loud it’s like I cant hear 
His bitch been locking eyes with me since I came in
Ima see her ass again & tell her come here
 
Me & my niggas been working all year, Grinding all year 
These niggas fake sipping on some Tylenol damn, Ya plug using ya 
Lot of these hoes be going, So most of these niggas be losing it 
I hit the hoe & I’m gone I told her she gotta used to it

Throwing up the deuces
Hit ya bitch im throwing up the deuces 
Ya bitch doing ya wrong 
You not sad cause ya use to it 
I lock in I get in that mode I get used to it 
Her old nigga was broke she so used to it 
If you got a talent bro then put some use to it
man and Feel like I got the juice, Juice 
When I got that money on me ion know what to do
I’m like baby chill, hold up why are you so rude

I got the Juice, I got the Juice 
I got the Juice, I got the Juice 
I got the Juice, I got the Juice

deuces (contour)

@komakickin @chainsfugazi @dyinglamour

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komatsu + chainsfugazi + dyinglamour - war remix [slump audios exclusive + v8gve + 8teen]

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Skull-Crusher Vol.1

snipy - dead presidents (p. highsouljah + charger + noanalu)

host - https://www.instagram.com/djpunk4ll

artist -https://www.instagram.com/linn.wav

prod- https://www.instagram.com/sleepwalkinnggg

prod - https://www.instagram.com/teenrcer

prod -https://www.instagram.com/holydxvi

Linn - My Thursday (teenrcer + Sleepwalking + Holydxvi)

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Bitch, I be one in a million 
I beat that pussy up straight from the back, She screaming my name cuz she lovin the feelin
She fuck wit me bad, cuz im not finna save, I really just think she in love with a villain
I need me a billie, the fuck is a million
I stack to the sky, what the fuck is a ceiling
Money comin in, this a wonderful feeling 
This music my dream and I wanna fulfill it
She play with my dick like she wanna come feel it
Huh, yeah
I be that young nigga straight from the Murda, I know that you heard from a great grapevine
Huh, I switch the flow every time on a song, that’s the reason the niggas gon take mine
I got yo bitch givin head, got a great mind
She goin home, show me titties on FaceTime 
You ain’t got racks, that’s a shame cuz I made mine
I pop a perc, Eminem, go 8 Miles

[Chorus]
Yeah, what’s the word?
Cuz, I got birdies on my phone, they keep on chirpin
She reserved to come eat this dick and count my racks, that’s just her purpose 
I just just heard yo brand new track, it suck, the world need brand new surgeons
Finna swerve in this big body tank, I feel like Uzi in a damn Insurgent

[Verse 2]
Hee, hee, huh 
The fuck is a band to me?
I don’t do the shit for you, bitch , I do this shit for myself and my family
Niggas ain’t gettin these words, I had to correct em, I feel like Grammarly
I smoke that gas, it’s grams in me
You a bitch boy, you ain’t no man to me
She comin over, the first thing she said is “Fuck me” I think she demanding me
Ima take her right to the back and I take that down, bitch I get to slammin deep
She fallin in love with a nigga, she want me post her, she might make the spam at least 
Every time I hop on tracks, I eat like im hungry, this shit is a damn lil feast
Yeah, cmon, she said a nigga got no heart (You have no heart)
Well, bitch you must be dumb as fuck, it’s clearly protected by Chrome Heart
How the fuck that nigga scared of the bitches, When he the main one tryna ask where the hoes are 
Bitch, im the goat with the music like Mozart
Fans tryna know when I drop more art, soon
My blasian persuasion lookin just like Molly Santana 
Im shootin first, I swear the Glock is not jammin 
I’d rather kill myself than die by a random
Huh, Your music, I’ve not been a fan of
It’s so ass, that you should be locked in a slammer
Put dick down her throat and it knocked off her grammar 
Told twin chill out puttin wock in the Fanta
Feel like I’m Bobby Brown, talkin shit really just my prerogative, huh
Huh, you know I’m on top of it
I’m makin moves and these niggas ain’t stopping it, huh
Huh, my music she rockin with
I know you mad that yo lil bitch rockin it, huh
Huh, if it’s beef, then you droppin it
I would just hate to put you where a coffin is, huh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, what’s the word?
Cuz, I got birdies on my phone, they keep on chirpin
She reserved to come eat this dick and count my racks, that’s just her purpose 
I just just heard yo brand new track, it suck, the world need brand new surgeons
Finna swerve in this big body tank, I feel like Uzi in a damn Insurgent

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