Bout a bitch

Josh A - FAKE SMILES

MR.DR. [PROD CARELEAN]

Hiding in the Dark - Jake Hill

BOATS

MIX/MASTERED/ PRODUCED BY SLIXX aka Fourteenth Street Junkie aka MR. "you'd do it again if you thought you get away with it wouldn't you?"

LYRICS
Hold up fuck boy 
I don’t need no fuckin gas 
Yeah you know my bitch she got it 
Rollin up while I’m all up on her ass
Now we running thru my mind state 
And I’m fucked up
Never trust or love a bitch unless she gets funds up 

I got nothin else to lose, I’ll keep on moving forward 
Ima stay in order hoping I don’t fall to the substance 
Tryna stay sober
I got the Glock and keep it bussin 
Runnin thru the valley, you know I’m down with the fuck shit 
Like
Damn, damn damn 
Yeah your bitch hop in my mentions 
Ima fuck her good and let her second guess if I love her
I done seen some things no motherfucker could go cover 
If he run to the opposition 
Then we put him under 

If they in my shoes, trust me 
You wouldn’t love me
Got some issues, got some problems to where my bitch won’t trust me aye 
If you in my shoes, trust me 
You wouldn’t love me 
I got some issues, got some problems where your bitch won’t trust me aye


If you in my shoes trust me you wouldn’t love me
I seen some murder, sold some drugs 
And seen some junkies get rid of (aye hol up)
Go and talk your shit 
While I’m plottin on this murder aye 
 I cant collect  sins cause I ain’t the god that you heard of aye

UnderDeath, what I rep till I’m dead 
UnderDeath, take this lead up to my… 
UnderDeath, what I rep till I’m dead 
UnderDeath, take this lead up to my… bitch

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Lyrics:

Smoking a wood the life that we lived in the hood wasn’t good 

Paper the language when heard understood

When I pop out they can’t help but to look

Less you print money out here it get took

Calm your ass down before it get a foot

She slurp the shit  like a fruit by the foot 

Need a chef hat seen the homie cook good 

Chain on me plain but it shine from the cut



Like a knife in your gut 

Slice up the bag get to carving shit up

Ain’t wasting time told her back the shit up 

Ain’t got a heart if it ain’t adding up

Sick of the struggle I’ve had me enough 

We would piece up and still not have enough 

Asking who really above show me love 

He think it’s a game put his head in the tub

Wrap his ass up cock it back and then bust 

Play the bitch heart cause I beef with her bruh

Done me some dirt you can judge but so what

Run this shit back if you think to give up 

here moving with you let’s run this shit up 

Find you a blessing then pick the shit up

Don’t put yourself down nigga pick yourself up

Don’t worry about failing you’ll fuck some shit up

Paper The Language

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EDDIE FRESCO - FLOSSIN

In2Deep

Lyrics:
Bitch I’m hungover 
Manic motherfucker 
laughing like the joker 
Just wanna be 6 feet under 
I’m Tired 
Running low
like a flat tire
Poppin hella tranquilizers 
People in my dms asking for my Visualizers 
I’m not 
someone to Admire 
Heart got an aperture 
Dropping hits
 from the tincture
Imma prematurely call you Casper
Cause I hope I see you get murdered
This is the genesis
Of even more anger 
When it comes to death
I’ve got extreme hunger 
When it comes to giving a fuck
I ain’t got the desire 
I’ll never be a one hit wonder
Just like how 
I’ll never be sober 
my entire life is a fuckin blunder 
Better know I’m a crazy Motherfucker 
when I’m done with the blunt 
Theres nothing left over 
Bitch I’m schizophrenic and bipolar 
I’m a heavy smoker 
That mad lad toker
Lacking composure 
mediocre loner
Wretched stoner 
The way too lyrical rapper 
Fuck a promoter 
A&R’s hitting up my line 
But I ain’t got that kinda time
I just wanna die
I’ve got an Achilles heel 
Like Emil Mătăsăreanu 
My brains 
lack of stimulus 
will probably be the issue 
Feels kinda weird 
Cutting through human tissue 
But you gotta do what gotta do
I love to say the words
Fuck you 
Told myself I would never be a simp 
But I kinda wanna 
go meet my dead relatives
I’m craving death 
Oblivion sounds kinda sex 
But wtf is even my definition of it 
All I know is past tense 
STUCK IN THE TRIAGE 
HABITUALLY SAD 
MACDONALD TRIAD 
WISH I WAS FUCKIN DEAD 
My life is a contronym
I really wanna die off on a whim 
LOADED OFF SOME VICODIN 
LOOKIN UP A TEK FOR 
Some PSILOCYBIN 
My eye lids are twitchin 

Pupils dilating 
I’m fuckin tweakin
Posted with a 40oz 
Seen a shawty 
Tryna flirt 
But if she wanna trick
Imma make her hit the curb
Swerve 
I’m a emo motherfucker
With roots of hood 
And hippie under my covers
Eatin a taco 
They call me the 
Hollywood psycho
I said it before 
And I’ll say it again 
This ain’t a phase 
I’ll Set your shit ablaze 
The arson Klepto
Take ya life
Turn this shit into Waco 
Motherfucking wacko
Fuck bein vulnerable 
This my audible manifesto

EDDIE FRESCO - FLOSSIN

Eddie Fresco

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