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Romay & Fukkit - Poker Chips (feat. Benz47) (Prod. T4)

[Hook]
Uncle Grant pull up to the function, we get fucked up (fucked up)
Uncle Grant whip out the big doinky to get buffed up (buffed up)
Uncle Grant passes you a fat one, man thats tough love (yeaaahh)
44 J's and a nine, boy you got tough luck! (tough luck!)
x2

[Verse]
Pull up on me motherfucker lets catch a fade
orrrr you, BITCHIN cause you know 
who I am
Uncle Grant, smoking plant
I jus wanna know (know know know)
What tha fuck is good, with, YOU
Cause I know, everything, can be FUCKED UP
Two (two) at the function (fa fa fah)
Four (four) at the junction (fa fa FAH)
Six fungus in my body ready for the fuck shit (fuck shit)
Uncle Grant passin doinkies, did you even touch it!? (touch it!)
Uncle Grant, doink, in my hand and its PUNCHIN

(slow down part is just the hook)

Uncle Function

Music Video:
https://youtu.be/Jj15uExINZI

Lyrics:
from the sticks of the pike
where hunters are drowning demons by the pint 
the youngins on spice got it shipped overnight
learned it all from home where they're breeding the spite
alright
try taking a hair off of the dog but it bite
you looking around not a lawman in sight
walking to your car from the bar that you like
you did it before 
you gon call it a night
white owl burn as you swerve out the lane
a lesson you learned and gone learn it again
stuck in your ways where you're earning the pain
still you ain't ashamed til you're purely a stain
stand on that when you're laying in chalk
best double-check up the way that you talk
moonshine fucking with the way that you walk
betcha'd act right with that wire thing in your jaw
come to all this cause you stand on biz
now we gon see how rough if it really is
talking that lip'll get blood in your spit
stevie gon stop when his pockets on big
 pockets on gold, watches on froze
a hundred mfkrz wanna watch it unfold
i come to numb your suffering with methods untold
i  love the feel the rush again of what I don't know yet
weathers gone cold yet again but the riddim that I'm spittin stay fire though
in a ditch; tightrope
finishing my road
the highway to hell
tripping in this prison
call it frying in a cell

white owl burn as you swerve out the lane
a lesson you learned and gone learn it again
stuck in your ways where you're earning the pain
still you ain't ashamed til you're purely a stain
stand on that then you're laying in chalk
best double-check up the way that you talk
moonshine fucking with the way that you walk
betcha'd act right with that wire thing in your jaw
stand on that then you're laying in chalk
best double-check up the way that you talk
moonshine fucking with the way that you walk
betcha'd act right with that wire thing in your jaw

Music Video

Moonshine

Artwork by: Rao Goat
Produced by: Norm4n & paperpiece
Mixed by: Plydough & HELLOCYKA

(Lyrics)
(HELLOCYKA)
Turn the gun on yourself take a bullet through the eye
Blood it float around consider suicide
Self inflicted gun shot I hoping that you die
Come & run the risk bitch I don't got no ties

Bury you at cross roads like I summon souls
Look both ways I'm demon don't yk
Ur a angel boy into hell I'm gonna roll
Go & Shoot yourself with a full loaded pole

(OCTOVER)
Bitch I’m self inflicted
I don’t give a fuck about bitches I stand on biddness 
By the way that boy shaking I know that he a fucking chicken 
And any motherfucker that want it then they can get it

Ok like 
pissed off the zip (yeah) 
Fuck on yo bitch (yeah)  
Always fucking talking got not time for this shit 

Stick with the tip (yeah)
Suck it you tick (yeah)
Jumping through these fences like which mama got my kids

Like eni minie moe
How many fucks gotta go 
Lost count i don’t know 
Duck on that bitch she a hoe
Counting the money like gold

Like Fee Fi Foe
I want your fucking soul you whore

(HELLOCYKA)
Turn the gun on yourself take a bullet through the eye
Blood it float around consider suicide
Self inflicted gun shot I hoping that you die
Come & run the risk bitch I don't got no ties

(Plydough)
Step inside the party 
Blow it up like Kamikaze
I’ll be fucking up yo body 
Now he walking like a zombie 

Aye I don’t give a fuck 
If u mad 
U aint really bout that shit 
Get to busting up them lips 
Cause u be barking like a bitch

Pushing through the pain 
See the blood love the taste 
Knife on my hand 
Turning red with no trace
Feeling like a monster 
When they staring at my face
Feel like cyrax in this bitch
The way im blowing up the place

(HELLOCYKA)
Turn the gun on yourself take a bullet through the eye
Blood it float around consider suicide
Self inflicted gun shot I hoping that you die
Come & run the risk bitch I don't got no ties

SELF INFLICTED (feat. OCTOVER) (prod. Norm4n X Paperpiece)

Produced By. iney
Artwork By. Sick Again
Engineered By. Baby Gos

If I die
there’s a house with no windows inside
not another single soul seen in sight
all the entities come back at night
to fight, to scream, to bite
Life
ain’t always as good as it seems
sometimes i wish that i could scream through ur screen
But in the end how good would that be?
what kinda evil would it bring

If you go
Can you take me with you, or no?
Do you dream about life on the road?
Will you marry me; yes or no?

If I die
there’s a house with no windows inside
not another single soul seen in sight
all the entities come back at night
to fight, to scream, to bite
Life
ain’t always as good as it seems
sometimes i wish that i could scream through ur screen
But in the end how good would that be?
what kinda evil would it bring

Spotify

DEJECTION

Demon Downtime

get closer? (feat. Saush)

[Intro]
Ugh, Uncontrollable rage
Face the fact you mistook me for average, average
I kill over mistakes

[Hook]
Blind, they all mess with me but don't know my mind
I don't work for him, fuck you, I'm-
Heavy with the way that I'm fixed to rhyme
Overcame the blinding hovering over this spite
You ain't worth a penny, nigga, not even a dime
You're average, average, average, all right

[Bridge]
Many fits of rage
My anger fixed nothing
My stone heart in a cage
You will need back brace

[Verse 1]
Many-Many of these niggas on my list because they're wierd
Huffing wierd into my cavities, I don't got left none to share
Many-Many-Many of these niggas on my list because they're wierd
Huffing wierd into my cavities, I don't got left none to share
Many-Many-
Slide to the left
Slide to the right
Slide to the left
Slide to the right

[Verse 2]
Pack up! (Yes Sir!)
Boots on! (Yes Sir!)
Load up! (Yes Sir!)
Roll out! (Yes Sir!)
Slacks tucked! (Yes Sir!)
Ties tied! (Yes Sir!)
Boot up! (Yes Sir!)
You're stuck doing nothing

[Refrain]
Average, average, average, all right
You're average, average, average, all right
You're average, average, average, all right
You're average, average, average, all right
Aaagh, If you say I'm moving different it's because I am
If you say I'm moving different it's because I am
If you say I'm moving different it's because you're average, average, average, all right

[Outro]
Many fits of rage

GRADE POINT AVERAGE. [Prod. Or.1ove] | [art by @lildvrkie]

Kill Em' w Kindness

Kill Em' w Kindness - Reverse Playback x Lowkeykeenan

Ты можешь забыть.

Prod. @soullesseyes
Guitar by SkvllMouth
Art by SkvllMouth

Lyrics:
I don’t wanna hear about it
You’re such a little bitch 
Stop all the whining 
Nobody gives a shit 

So many people 
Why the fuck do you exist? 
Pull your jaw out through your lips
And then I beat you with it

JAWBONE [prod. Soulless Eyes] [guitar by Vctm Cltr]

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Romay & Fukkit - Poker Chips (feat. Benz47) (Prod. T4)

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