know you will | prod. 1ntcart

@anngls
yuh kick da ho like tekken yuh
racks up inna basement yuh
she wanna have my baby yuh 
big draco like tay k huh
we been paid like baby yuh
told dis hoe to suck me up
she want sex like wtf

g19 in my bookbag uh
call up sxnt he gon do that job
big ass stick yea big ass glock
pussy boy he talking shit
yea we finna kill dat dawg
i been steady movin bricks
then im up in saint laurent

told the bih come n top me charlie kirk
roll the blunt, told the bih wants the word
brand new ice, this shi wetting up ma shirt
yea i spin for my bruddas i am not lil durk

@imne
i fuck shawty and her breathwork up
we ride town in a bentley truck
nigga count pounds nigga can’t give fuck
nigga got rounds thassa 100 round drum

bitch play w me shawty done fucked up
bitch tried to lie she dumb dumb dumb
ian goin for dat no no no no
sold a white boy some boof he a shmuck 



i chew up niggas man these niggas gum
i’m inside they bitches i’m tryna have fun
my big bro got straps why tf would we run
i cook up da dope i got shit on my thumb 

my whole team eating we not sharing crumbs
beat up da pussy i eat it for lunch
used to smoke cookies i got better bud
we still stay servin my boys run it up

yuh kick da ho like tekken yuh
racks up inna basement yuh
she wanna have my baby yuh 
big draco like tay k huh
we been paid like baby yuh
told dis hoe to suck me up
she want sex like wtf

breathwork

lil bitch sucked me way 2 good ya 
job was understood 
selfless boys some crooks ya
chopped bitch , tell her shoo 
lil bih lil bitch way 2 cute 
tell her pull up 2 my room 
bitch i’m bussin of the shrooms 
seen a vision of my tomb 🙁

hol up grinding 4 my crew
bitch i’m stacking 2 tha moon 
grinding night till afternoon 
lil bih suh me think i’m smooth
yo bitch going, think we cool 
imma dive right in her pool 
smoke these blunts don’t smoke no juul
smoke these blunties life 2 cruel 

i wear plaid but not burberry 
nox keep pistol life too scary 
love my bitch no i’m not sharing 
fit to clean ur main hoe staring 

wit my crewwww we gon shoo shoot u 
in my trueessss im feeling bluee this shit ain’t new 
can i counnntt counttt on youuu i need youu 
baby pleaseee tell me thattt , u need me 2

seen a vision of my tomb prod sprintsaver

Noite no Litoral

i can see you everywhere i go x 8

i damn near lost myself cus this bitch had nothing to lose
everyone wants me to die so i'll tie myself up a noose
everyone thinks im a creep so i jus cry up in my room
i dissapoint everyone i dissapoint my mama too

i can see you everywhere i go

sacrifice myself for u

i hate to see your face
i love to hear your voices
i know i made mistakes
but i learned from all my choices
and maybe you relate
or maybe you’re disgusted
if i die here today
can you bury me in your skin

i hate to see your face
i love to hear your voices
i know i made mistakes
but i learned from all my choices
and maybe you relate
or maybe you’re disgusted
if i die here today
can you bury me in your skin

i don’t think i want to admit it
do you really love me or the image?
i think i done heard every sentence
i don’t think i want to admit it
wrong or right, i still don’t know the difference
i’m still so in love with the feeling
i’m still so in love with the feeling
wrong or right, i still don’t know the difference
i think we broke up because of distance
i think we broke up ’cause of distance
i think we broke up ’cause of distance
i still see the cuts on your wrist
i still see the cuts—see the cuts on your wrist
maybe it was you i was missing
look at the codeine that i’m pissing
in the water swimming, yeah i’m fishing
pop a small pill, it’s efficient
she hate when i’m doing molly, i don’t listen

i hate to see your face
i love to hear your voices
i know i made mistakes
but i learned from all my choices
and maybe you relate
or maybe you’re disgusted
if i die here today
can you bury me in your skin

i hate to see your face
i love to hear your voices
i know i made mistakes
but i learned from all my choices
and maybe you relate
or maybe you’re disgusted
if i die here today
can you bury me in your skin

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Servin [kanser]

Trying sum a lil new
https://soundcloud.com/zoroaster-343810786

ballroom (zoroaster)

Ce qui est marrant c'est que salaud au féminin, en français, c'est pas salaude! Ha, #justsayin
Chanson inspirée par un vrai livre recent intitulé "Le Temp Des Salauds" 🍟🤓🤌

@bananasutra lyrics (variantions):

[Intro]
Bienvenue, mesdames et messieurs, 
Au grand bal des vertus douteuses. 
Ici, les salauds dansent heureux, 
Les cœurs vendus, les mains soyeuses. 
Leur morale est bien repassée, 
Mais toujours un peu tachée.

[Refrain]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds,
Des faux héros, des pantins d’ego, 
Qui dansent, qui dansent sous les drapeaux, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds! 
C’est le temps des salauds, oh-oh, 
Des beaux parleurs, des faux normaux, 
Qui rient très haut… pour mentir plus beau.

[Couplet 1 – Le délire raisonnable]
Le nouveau réalisme, c’est l’art des salauds, 
Un délirium sobre, cynisme en costard chaud. 
Ils vendent la peur sous cellophane, 
Et t’appellent “extrême” si tu dis “humain”. 
Ils posent des questions de sages, 
Mais répondent comme des mirages sauvages. 
Ils jouent à la raison...  mais raisonnent faux, 
C’est la saison, la moisson des salauds.

[Refrain]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds, 
Des faux héros, des cerveaux trop clos, 
Qui dansent, qui dansent sous les drapeaux, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds!

[Couplet 2 – Les alliances du vide]
Trois types de salauds, faut l’dire clair: 
Les politiques, les patrons, les faiseurs d’prières. 
Ceux qui savent mais trahissent, 
Eux les lâches, qui profitent. 
Le p’tit Jupiter, Machiavel au moral, 
Fait valser les foules dans son bal libéral. 
Il pactise, il nuance, tord le vrai, 
Pour qu’le faux paraisse sensé.

[Pont]
Forts avec les faibles, faibles avec les forts, 
Ils vendent la paix pendant qu’ils signent la mort. 
“Bon courage”, qu’ils disent, le sourire faux, 
Mais c’est un orage… on danse, salauds?

[Couplet 3 – Les fous et les faux]
Les fous aboient, les salauds cadrent, 
Et les cons signent tous les contrats. 
Les uns hurlent, les autres calculent, 
Et les lucides… se taisent, s’annulent. 
Les idoles changent, les valeurs se vendent, 
La foule like, la vérité s’attend. 
Les héros sont devenus salauds, 
Nous, figurants d’un online show.

[Refrain – Final]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds, 
Des faux héros, des gros egos, 
Qui valsent au rythme des fiascos, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds! (oh-oh) 
Au bal… des salauds.

[Outro]
J’en ai aimé, des salauds, c’est vrai, 
Leurs mots brillants, leurs airs parfaits. 
Mais minuit sonne, le bal s’oublie, 
Ces salauds-là ne dansent plus… avec ma vie.


sacrifice myself for u

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