drum freestyle (prod. wully)

certainty - ft. slugguh (prod. wully)

2gs - ft. slugguh (prod. wxk szn)

S/O MY BIG BROTHER LIL B ⭐️ S/O NEW BOYZ ⭐️
Lyrics: 
In my skinny jeanz
yuh she gimme top 
In my skinny jeanz  
Yeah yo hoe a bop 
On the block 
Kriss kross 
Then ii pin drop 
Niggaz flop cus they hate 
Each & every day 
In my skinny jeanz 
Yo hoe gettin slayed 
In my skinny jeanz 
ii be gettin paid 
In my skinny jeanz 
Where uu wanna go 
In the wintertime 
Baby know im cold 
In my skinny jeanz 
And my beanie cap 
With my shredded scarf 
Hat 2 the back
Got my flip phone 
In my skinny jeanz 
Yeah she got a donk 
Shawty lookin mean 
Hit yo cookin dance 
Pullup ona scene 
Yeah ii got the swag 
In my skinny jeanz
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IG: weluvzayden ⭐️ 
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Mixed by Nate Wulf ⭐️

skinny jeanz [p. junglesick]

Implicit (prod. quintuple)

Suddenly

SOS WAV PAININGTON LYRICS
Ease the pain with these percs
Its insane but it work 
Mama saying I need church 
Cause everyday im just tryna make a 33 twerk 
Sos you aint know I was putting in work 
Heard you wanna see me in a hearse 
Whyd ya love give me heartburn 
Yea its a malice world but its my turn
Watch me fuck this world up 
Watch me fuck these drugs up 
I might shoot the club up
I can never trust ya
Again 
Girl you had me fucked up 
Bitch im still fucked up 
But just watch how you talk to my lil cuz
Aint no tellin what ill do off these drugs

Ease the pain with these percs
Fuck love yea ill make the whole world bow down to me
Hit em with the beam if he try to test me
Niggas think im sweet boy ill rot out your teeth 
When you left me in the cold were you thinking bout me
I can tell you dont give a fuck about me
But when you see me
When you see me keep the same energy
…
Ease the pain with these percs.

Painington

TUNES AND GOONS OUT ALL PLATSFORMS: linktr.ee/halfmari
THANK U FOR THE LOVE -- FOLLOWUP EP SOON

lyrics:

I feel like my chopper's overloaded
Watch how my bank account explodin
I can't fuck with niggas, cause they weird and they folded
Yeah, I geek hard, but a nigga ain't codin
Like, what is the price of my wrist
Nigga, what is the price of your bitch
Put money on pants, I'm making a flip
Green in my pants, I'm selling a zip
Ain't got no advance, I'm trapping, that's it
Why your hoe think she the shit
Why your hoe, why your hoe blowing my phone
Why your hoe, why your hoe trying to get gone

Bitch, I want some bands today
Bitch, I shoot your man today
Bitch, I got advance today
You gon' pull up, drop your pants today
My neck milly rockin, but I do not wanna dance today
And my diamonds hypnotizin
I could put you in a trance today
Why he try beef with me
I'm hoping he don't drop for heaven's sake
I kill him easily
I take a life before the second death I take
Oh, he trap a lot, they think I got that green on me
I feel like I'm Drake
Cause these bitches tryna team on me
Woah, is that a glaze
All of this money, I swear they amazed
Black as fuck inside like Krave
SRT, the opps cannot chase me
Pass me the weed, my nigga, I'm facing
Tens around me, them baddies adjacent
I'm getting the green, ain't no time for waiting
Try to come back to me, but bitch, you was snaking
When I'm in the V, these niggas be quaking

I feel like my chopper's overloaded
Watch how my bank account explodin
I can't fuck with niggas, cause they weird and they folded
Yeah, I geek hard, but a nigga ain't codin
Like, what is the price of my wrist
Nigga, what is the price of your bitch
Put money on pants, I'm making a flip
Green in my pants, I'm selling a zip
Ain't got no advance, I'm trapping, that's it
Why your hoe think she the shit
Why your hoe, why your hoe blowing my phone
Why your hoe, why your hoe trying to get gone

Yo, what happened to respect
What done happened to my neck
You switched up for the money
Bitch, what happened to your check
Flying first class, cause what happened to my jet
Put my dick up on her pussy lips, I draw the silhouette
Huh, yeah, uh, I'm chill as a mofucka
Yeah, I get the bills like a mofucka
I take your bitch and we stay fuckin
I fuck a baddie, then gon duck her
I got her heart and shit eruptin
How do I tell her, I don't love her
Pop out the cut, shoot the whole function
Them niggas toast with no butter
How you making bread with no butter
How you living this life with no lover
How you keepin a knife and no cutter
I could really just strike like a mofucka

(I could really just strike like a mofucka)
(I swear to god that I did)
(I'm finna shoot at a nigga, swear to god, I won't miss)

certainty - ft. slugguh (prod. wully)

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