Mind With U [p. nikence]

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made in nov. + bl
IG: dshynemusic + @fuckdshyne

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drug anthem w/ lxvehearts

Lyrics:

Niggas talking like about time
I be blessing bitches like achoo slime
Grab that choppa nigga tell me who slide?
Who died
Bitch don’t ask me why
Bitch I don’t lie
Bitch I don’t cry
Bodies on bodies, homicide
Up that five
Niggas pussy talking online
Ill take a nigga offline

On my soul
Niggas be hoes
I can’t fuck with hoes
Frozen let it go
Big stick blow
Bad bitch blow
Cup blowing 4, yuh

And I been that nigga
Swear to god I hate these niggas
Fan ass niggas
Fake ass niggas, ah

Hoes on me, i know
Money on me, let's go
I gotta glock and im upping the sco'
And I pop me a perc and im feeling too slow
Double cup on my side, and im pourin a fo'
Can't fuck with a bitch, can't fuck with a hoe
And im at the top, I know
Gimme top, lil hoe
Grab hat choppa, take yo top lil hoe

Bitch we take yo brain
Swear this ain't no game
Ya'll niggas so lame
I been in my lane
I been in my duffy, bitch im gettin money
Ballin like M.I.A
She don't even love me
She just want my money 
I tell her no way, yuh

Ima dog
Bitch I ball
I got money on me, bitch I stand tall
Niggas talkin down, niggas gonna fall
And I got her wet, like Niagara Falls
Sellin in the mall
I been in the hall
I been getting bank
Ima get it all

Niggas talking like about time
I be blessing bitches like achoo slime
Grab that choppa nigga tell me who slide?
Who died
Bitch don’t ask me why
Bitch I don’t lie
Bitch I don’t cry
Bodies on bodies, homicide
Up that five
Niggas pussy talking online
Ill take a nigga-
Niggas talking like about time
I be blessing bitches like achoo slime
Grab that choppa nigga tell me who slide?
Who died
Bitch don’t ask me why
Bitch I don’t lie
Bitch I don’t cry
Bodies on bodies, homicide
Up that five
Niggas pussy talking online
Ill take a nigga offline

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Birthday Track This one long overdue
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[Lyrics]

[Hook]
Niggas wanna come and take my damn life
Talking to this bitch, like this stupid how my damn wife
My brudda got that cutta, hope yo stupid ass don’t get sliced
Feel like I’m “Lil Boat”, only want this bitch for “One Night)

[Verse]
Put my feelings in this shit
Put my feelings in this bitch 
My mama said I’m chosen, yuh
Bitch I’ma ball like DeRozan, yuh
Niggas so pussy, they knowin, yuh
Shawty said I’m so boring, uh
We ain’t tied, I’m scoring, yuh
Fucking that bitch til the mornin
I cant cry fuckin cry about no bitch, I got money in my jeans
You think I’m trying for this bitch, I’m only trying for my team
Infrared, big scope, big chop, big beam
I like bad hoes, bad drugs, bad things
Choppa knock ‘em down
Tell her don’t come around
Bitch I been a king, tell that bitch come bring my crown
Swear these niggas they be see-through, like an ultrasound
U.K. Bitch she got some pounds
And my pockets weighing pounds
I take that bitch to pound town
Yuh, know you hate it
I tell that bitch face it
I can’t trip about a bitch, that is so so basic
Yuh, tell em shoot that bitch up
Tell her shut the fuck up
Feel like Dame I got some Bucks
Tell that bitch come suck me up

Yuh, I got a pistol
Walk by, clutch by I might just, uh
I shoot that shit like a missle
Call that shit early dismissal 
She wanna be in life, yuh
I can’t fuck with no damn bitch, I don’t wanna wife ya
She want me to sacrifice it
I know that she lying
Yeah my feelings hiding
Real eyes, realize
Huh, I can’t fucking cry
Huh, I just fucking sigh
Yuh, you ain’t in my mind bitch, and you wonder why

[Bridge]
Bitch you know that
Bitch you know that
Bitch you know
B-Bitch you know that
Bitch, Bitch you know
B-Bitch you know
B-Bitch, Bitch you know that yuh
Choppa Black like Kodak, yuh
And my opps be like my clothes, they some Hoes they foldin up

[Pre Chrous]
I said don’t
She wan see me down
Bad lil bitch come here
Bitch can’t walk round
This side, that side she want it
I had told her we done with
Dumb bitch, dumb bitch

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Lyrics:

[Chrous]
I can’t talk to this bitch anymore
I ain’t get no money, or no drugs from this whore
You had seen me down bitch, now I go explore shit
Bitch I’m with my bruddas, mob shit, we kicking doors bitch
I can’t sob about no bitch that had did me wrong
Yuh and she callin me a hoe, had to tell her that I’m lying in my songs
I could never do you wrong
Choppa hit em like a bong
And you saying we the same
You ain’t on what I’m on

[Verse]
Choppa send that boy to hell
Plug look like Tony Snell
Bitches slower than a snail
Hella bitches I can’t tell
Hella drugs I can’t smell
Saying hi like Adele
Bitch I’m higher than Adele, yuh
Bitch I’m higher than a plane, yuh
Bitch I’m aiming at your brain, yuh
And that bitch gimme brain, yuh
Making Bucks like I’m Dame, yuh
I got money fuck that came, yuh
My hollows eat humans
this bitch dumb, she so dumb
Trigger finger blew it
I got gas, I got blunts
Roll that pack, roll my blunt
Yuh, pussy niggas be my sons
And I fucking bet my hollows really hotter than the sun
Bitch I’m on one, shh
I’m on one like Khaled
Choppa make that boy dance
Call that shit a fuckin ballad

[bridge]
I can’t talk to this bitch anymore
I ain’t get no money, or no drugs from this whore
You had seen me down bitch, now I go explore shit
Bitch I’m with my bruddas, mob shit, we kicking doors bitch
Yuh, I had let her go, she had did me wrong
Yuh and she callin me a hoe, had to tell her that I’m lying in my songs
I can’t trip about a bitch
Spending money on my motherfuckin fit
I got hella green, like a fuckin lawn
Told these niggas they ain’t on what I’m on

[Verse]
Yuh, you ain’t on what I’m on
Bitch I gotta get you gone
Are you gonna get me gone
Bitch I was feeling at home
Got this bitch in my dome
Got money in my phone
Hella money in my phone
Bad hoe giving throat
I can’t even love that sh-
I can’t even let her know
Tell that bitch you gotta go
White bitch look like snow, yuh
Call that bitch a snow globe
I got hella fucking bitches, I got hella fuckin hoes 
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chrous]
I can’t talk to this bitch anymore
I ain’t get no money, or no drugs from this whore
You had seen me down bitch, now I go explore shit
Bitch I’m with my bruddas, mob shit, we kicking doors bitch
I can’t sob about no bitch that had did me wrong
Yuh and she callin me a hoe, had to tell her that I’m lying in my songs
I could never do you wrong
Choppa hit em like a bong
And you saying we the same
You ain’t on what I’m on

lyin

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heaven fallen

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[Lyrics]

[Chrous]
I can’t do this no mo’
Not at all, not at all, not at all
Tears on my face, know you wanna see me fall
See me fall, losing it all
Yuh, ion got no hope
Doing this shit for my lil bro
Fa-Fa, nigga upping up the sco’
Ha-ha, nigga actin like it’s jokes
Had to tell that hoe I can’t post yuh
Told my brudda slide, he like oh yuh
I done put that bitch in go-goyard
I done told my nephew go hard

[Pre Verse]
This side, that side
She wan’ fuck round’ with my gang
Yuh, bitch I’m feeling like I’m Sosa
Got a big stick going bang
Like Cobain
Like a zombie, give me brain
Niggas lame, not the same
I can’t change, on my gang

[Verse]
I can not fall down
Got steppas all around
They wan’ steal my swag, yuh they wan’ steal my sound
And my pockets big bitch, and it got some pounds
With my nigga run shot down
Lost my soul, bitch it’s found
Im a king bitch where’s my crown
Yuh, know you hate it
Bullets red like Satan
I can’t cry about this shit, bitch I never made it
Damn, this nigga basic
Bitch I’m paper-chasing
Niggas talk behind yo back, I’m like bitch just say it

[Bridge]
Yuh, dropping em off like D.E.O
I get that bag like a C.E.O
Yuh, my bitch Spanish, she so cold she say “hace frio”
Yuh, and I’m keeping shit a hunnid
Huh, popping shit off with my cousin
Yuh, bitch we sliding no discussion 
Bitch I can not fail
Bitch I been a dog
I can’t tuck my tail
I can’t sell my soul
I can’t go to hell
I’m all on that block
Bitch I got Milly no Rock
Yuh, I walk around with a glock
She put a sticker all on my-

[Hook]
Bitch put a sticker on my glock
Sticka-sticka on my glock, glock
Sticker on my-
Sticka-sticka on my (gun cockback x2)
Bitch put a sticker on my glock

[Pre Chrous]
Bitch you walk in, you get shot
Ballin like 2k, got this shit on lock
They like Dshyne you don’t got this on lock
They like Dshyne why you flop, I’m like bitch I can not flop
They like Dshyne when you gon drop, bitch I only drop on opps
I get a bag, run it up no stop
Niggas be feds, can’t fuck with no cops
Tryna see my top, tell that bitch gimme top
And they want me dead but I cannot rot (Ah, cmere)

[Chrous]
I can’t do this no mo’
Not at all, not at all, not at all
Tears on my face, know you wanna see me fall
See me fall, losing it all
Yuh, ion got no hope
Doing this shit for my lil bro
Fa-Fa, nigga upping up the sco’
Ha-ha, nigga actin like it’s jokes
Had to tell that hoe I can’t post yuh
Told my brudda slide, he like oh yuh
I done put that bitch in go-goyard
I done told my nephew go hard

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Produced by @fuckdshyne



{Lyrics}

[Chrous]
This shit ain’t easy on me, this shit ain’t easy on you
I’m posed’ to hold you down, posed’ to be closer to you
Bitch it’s us, yuh
Ain’t no such (x3)
Heaven or hell what she gon’ say
Tryna see my views like Drake
Bitch I’m upset like I’m Drake, like I’m Drake
If I get that gun and put it on my side, bitch I’m gon’ spray
She say put it down, she don’t wanna see that grave I lay at
Bitch I feel Von, ion play that shit
She had broke my heart to much, man I hate that bitch
Mmm, bitch I hate it, bitch I hate it
I can’t save it, I can’t contain it, no
I don’t wanna sell my soul
Mm what the fuck y’all niggas on, uh
Choppa on me get em gone

[Verse]
Bitch, blessin
Bitch I count my blessings
Brand new pack I smoke out, bitch I’m stressin
All y’all niggas hoes, can’t fuck with y’all like I’m sexist
I tell that hoe that I want her best friend
Bad hoe, I teach that lil bitch lessons
Bitch I feel like Quavo, I’m Huncho mane
Tell that bitch, I’m not her mane
T.I, bitch I’m, Too Insane
They fly, bitch they hit yo brain, bitch
Ion need no suit and tie, bitch I handle biz
If I call my brudda up, he gon handle shit

[Bridge]
Let’s talk shit out
Bitch ain’t no running now
Pack I roll it out
Bitch like rolling loud
New pipe I get that boy shot down
No drill, no drill my lil bro lockdown
I can’t wait till I touchdown
Get my mom from them gun sounds
Yuh, I can’t wait
Had to ask my bitch if she okay
They ain’t no way
No way, no way like I’m Josè
I know I’m safe
Bands in my safe, can’t touch my place
Look at my face, look at my face you see that-

[Verse 2]
Bitch repeat that
Like the Migos I don’t even need that
Like Cena I can’t even see that
Yuh undercover clothes, undercover hoes
Michael Jack, I’ma beat her shit
Bad hoes, I’ma beat her shit
Slatt, slatt, bitch I’m too damn sick
Slide, slide, like I’m Toosi bitch
Bitch I ballout like the finals
Fuck school, ion want my finals
Got horns in my head like a rhino
Make that boy disappear like a Dino
Bad hoe, yeah yeah she albino
And I spin on they block like a cycle
And she call me cray cray I’m psycho
Bitch I’m like please

[Chrous]
This shit ain’t easy on me, this shit ain’t easy on you
I’m posed’ to hold you down, posed’ to be closer to you
Bitch it’s us, yuh
Ain’t no such (x3)
Heaven or hell what she gon’ say
Tryna see my views like Drake
Bitch I’m upset like I’m Drake, like I’m Drake
If I get that gun and put it on my side, bitch I’m gon’ spray
She say put it down, she don’t wanna see that grave I lay at
Bitch I feel Von, ion play that shit
She had broke my heart to much, man I hate that bitch
Mmm, bitch I hate it, bitch I hate it
I can’t save it, I can’t contain it, no
I don’t wanna sell my soul
Mm what the fuck y’all niggas on, uh
Choppa on me get em gon

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Lyrics:

(Yes)
(Bless)
(Yes)
(Damn)

[Hook]
Off these drugs, I get no rest
Too fucked up my life a mess
Hit this hoe for breakfast
Man I swear I love that breakfast sex
What’s your wants and needs, bitch I’m not Drake
But I know I want your breasts
Bitch get on her knees and look at me, like damn I know I’m blessed 

[Verse 1]
This ain’t school, don’t need no test
Hoe just call don’t need no text
On my Drake shit man, I love this hoe I treat her like my best
Best I ever had, when she get mad I cheat, I love her less
Bitch I got bag and did her bad, now she call me a pest
Baby I love fashion 
I can’t do no actin
Cup filled up with passion
Shawty love that bad shit, oh yuh
She wanna live this life, oh yuh
I need that pape alright, oh yuh
Know ima do her wrong, oh no
Play like ima do her right, oh yuh
Poppin them bottles and shit at the bar
I used to chill with my young brudda Mar
Feel like I’m 50 I’m all up in the club, smokin that gas now I’m all up on Mars
Like this my hoe, this my ball
Like you get it all

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m packin that action
My life a park it’s Jurassic 
I’m lovin her for that fashion
She lovin me for that cabbage
And I’m like baby that’s madness, no March
Shawty ain’t playin her part
Shawty ain’t playin her role
This ain’t no game, ain’t no start-in
I was gone I’m back-in
In my bag, my birk-in
Why these niggas ask for favors when they pockets hurt-in
Man that’s silly, I’ma call up my luh brudda Dizzy
Got some hoes in the crib, they pick-me’s
Too fly like an eagle in Philly, yuh

[Hook 2x]

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