Swag 2003 by Big Daddy Swag from the album Mobbin' Wid Da Gang Prod. Yung Fle$h

Big Daddy Swag - Swag 2003

Black Town by Big Daddy Swag. Prod. Big Daddy Swag x Yung Fle$h

Big Daddy Swag - Black Town Feat. Yung Fle$h

LUSH GANG IS YUNG FLE$H & BIG DADDY SWAG
WE ARE HAD TO OPPORTUNITY TO COLLAB W/ OUR FAV SINGER, FRANK FITZGERALD
#GCLGGOFB

Lush Gang - We Got The Mollies feat. Frank Fitzgerald

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5YgecVBXq8
BRYNZELLEZ x J-MONIEZ x YUNG FLE$H IN THIS BITCH BRUH
YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS


BRYNZELLEZ x J-MONIEZ - 50 DOLLAR PANTS PROD. YUNG FLE$H

Lyrics
[J $]
I go to school, but you know I play
Got these words flowing through my brain
Yeah I'm white but not Mac Miller
Because listen to me I'm a thriller

I spit  pure lyrical magic
Mess you all up, that's tragic
I don't need a chorus or some shitty hook
All I need is some music and a book

I sit down by myself and write the words
To be a genius, I'm not absurd
I talk about what I know
And that isn't bitches and some hoe

It's me, my life and what I live
Yeah, so what I'm just a kid
Criminal flesh can hit it in a bit

[Crim Flesh]
They call me a bitch on Saturday cos I’m so fetch
What ‘cha doing? One answer: Dick Test
Pixel-cut on the floor, rackin’ 4’s and slappin’ whores
Gimme me cash swag, goin to the corner store

Eating some raw ass meat with side of blood
Makin’ me puke out love, piss on the rug
Make it sloppy, I like that, tight and snug
Kitty Pryde’s rap game is so hood, pull and tug

Liposuction is my preference, look at that ass
Mobbin’ thru the hood with a black mask
All I want fruity loops, orange juice and bb kreay
Next time you see me, give me a signed CD from Gucci Mane

Make a wish, cut yourself
Call yourself a bitch on twitter, you’re a winner
Hamilton Morris got some bits, he’s so skinny
And he's wheezy 

[J $]
My poetry runs through your mind
I steal yo girl all the time
Shout out to my boys at C.I.
Even the ones, gettin' high

You stare when I walk by
But you get too shy, uh
So when I relax all alone
I play that one tone

The song that makes me chill 
You know, so trill, fo' real 
Take a breath and let in the toxins
When Forest BoyZ be mobbin'

I'm not allowed in Forest Boyz
But you know, they are my boyZ
J-Moniez, est. 1996
You know I play those tricks

[Crim Flesh]
Grab some friends, let’s eat some fries and be depressed
I got a ticket to next year’s hag fest, hag mess
Let’s go feed on those milfs and get arrested 
Trap god is in the house and full breasted

Take a pic, fix her face on Facebook
Grind on my Bitch Hop, b-b-bitch hop
Bicth Hop, Grime Rock, Blacken Death
What’s your favourite genre, Black Grimey Meth

I’m stuck in a Pitchfork hipster death lock
Get me outta here, I just wanna listen to Acid Rock
Smell his bra, it smells bad
Cat

Wrestling fetish, Gucci Pain, Insane
Wrong person I said, oh whatever mane
Ahhhh watching porn on TV, don’t care
Sexy stare


J-Moniez x Criminal Fle$h - West Hill Hood

Changin' up the game, you know what it is. 


J-Moniez x Big Quake x Criminal Flesh - Chillin In The Forest

shouts out to OG cary
OG Cary, the sickest chedda rapper alive, needs some love from the west hill hood boys after this nigga be sleepin' 
RIP OG Cary
2003

Forest Boyz

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