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i see (symels)

Lyrics:

Bitch, she got a dark soul
We in Anor Londo
Totin' big fucking guns, shit you ain't heard of yet
Can't fuck a bad bitch? Where yo fuckin' confidence?
I like fucking fashion
Truck a nigga, Madden
I swear I just made niggas
Where my fucking patent?
All the shit I gave niggas
They so damn ungrateful
All the shit I paid for
Fuckin' bankroll, nigga
Fake pole, nigga
Try to steal from me, we taking fingers, toes, bitch
Get low, get low, miss you
Why they always wanna misuse me?
I just wanna do good by you
I'm gone stretch a bitch out like she Luffy
We got rocket launchers, do you, before you do me
R.I.P. my nigga Goonew, may you R.I.P.
You got 1c, one chance, this ain't no fuckin' RP
She say I'm so handsome and she fond of me
Bad bitch a dancer in them skinny jeans
Toxic bitch, she cancer and she say I'm mean
I'm like, "Where yo manners, grammar?"
She a whole fan of Hannah
Fan of Hannah
Montana
Racking kills up on my Apex banner
Keep a pen tucked, getting geeked every second
I ain't in Texas, but get merked for trespassing
Fuck a fat hoe, I swear her name was Gladys
I can't crash out, I feel too damn happy
I'm right in the booth, right now, as we speak
You're fucked if you leave me

hannah montana (meta)

hold my hand (meta)

Lyrics:

Banned from the A like it's (LE, LE)
I got the sticks and I got the k's right up in this bitch (On me, on me)
30 bullets gone hit him, nigga sittin', think it's a glitch
Mama ain't raise no bitch
Plays on plays, shit
Swear I can bang it, ha
Ran outta patience
I'm finna jump out that plane
See a blind man, fuck up the cane
Ride around town, fuck up the lane
I remember lil Jay in them chains
I don't wanna see it again
I wanna be me again
Because I had to get back right, yuh
Tap into myself, aw
I gotta love myself, bitch
Fuck up the- fuck up the help
Why did I fuck up my health?
I looked at shit on the shelf
Man, getting green like it's kelp
Why this hoe keep texting me?
I'm finna block her
Shooting shit, Serge Ibaka
Getting bread, trip to Ghana
I don't wanna hear yo trauma 
That shit lead to drama
I'm tryna flip my money, add a comma
Target on my head, wanted
Pink head bitch like she Wanda
Callin' me lame? Ironic
Did it for fame, attention
And you got OnlyFans did I mention?
I ain't seen yo ugly ass in a minute
Did me bold, thought you was like a Gremlin
On purple, nigga, lean, Grimace
Nigga had turned to a fiend like Jimmy
(Yuh, yuh yuh)
She got too many rapper friends
Transforming like I'm Ben 10
Fuckin' her friend and I did it again
If it make dollars, then it make sense
I'm really gonna make it
She ran out of patience
Internet got the hoes tainted
Beat a nigga ass like Crane did
All these hoes, they be shameless
Bring the shame back

rapper friends (symels)

Lyrics:

Fuckin' up the time that I spent
Fuckin' up the fine dine, bitch
Bussdown, looking at ya hang time, bitch
She wanna fuck now
Taking back the flowers I sent
She on top
You on thin ice and I got that fucking torch, fuck
Greedy ass hoes always want more
Why you close the shit, I opened up the same door
World War II in this bitch, blow up claymore
Scaring all the hoes, he fucking up the plays
Dissing on me, better count your days
Blow brains, insane
'Cause yeah, these hoes they got me fucked up!
(Fucked up, fucked...)
Fucked up!
100 round mag, yeah dumpin' out that car
All these hoes mad, they like, "look he came far"
I don't got stage fright, bitch I pop out like Ray Charles
I was with Lala, we geekin' off the shroom bar
I'm like one more time
Hop out, bang time
Hundred percent 3's, bitch I pop out, Dame Time
Man, I do this shit for fun, you do it for the fame now
We got methods, tap in
Scammed him for that ten
Glock take his whole family down
Taking down his gen
All my life been hand-me-downs
Old shit they passing
Old shit, that's past tense
Enemies we clashin'
No confidence, can't fuck a bad bitch
Got a little pull on Twitter, yeah I'm havin'
Fire bullets, hit like dragon
'Cause yeah, these hoes they got me fucked up!
(Fucked up, fucked...)
Fucked up!
100 round mag, yeah dumpin' out that car
All these hoes mad, they like, "look he came far"
I don't got stage fright, bitch I pop out like Ray Charles
I was with Lala, we geekin' off the shroom bar
I'm like one more time. I get too high

the right way (meta)

hypocrite (meta x jenry)

heavy rain (symels)

Lyrics:

Why that bitch start like this?
Fuck
Why that bitch start like this?
How did we get like this?
She said don't worry 'bout it
But she still fucking with him
Nigga square up, he ain't buckin' up
5.56, he ain't duckin' them
April Fools' pranks every day
How you gone put your trust in him?
Real nigga had to lock in
Crash out, had to buckle up
She got a vendetta, she wanna get back
I got my sixth sense on. Can't fall for that
Two Gen 5's make Gen 10, ha
Imma let you do that math
Lipstick marks on my skin
While I'm hittin' her from the back
Got too many hoes in my phone
Don't wanna get caught up with that
I'm tryna get up with you
Pussy niggas tryna fuck with you
If they backdoored, where would you go?
Go, go
I swear I'm back in that mode
She want a 360 deal, she wanna have everything that I own
Cougar, she called me a kid, I swear we both in the room and we grown
Grown, grown
Chose, I'm chosen
New flows, too many flows
Bitch you ain't flawless
Above the law, she lawless
Nigga pussy, smell the crawfish
I don't wanna talk about it 
But if you wanna fight about it
5.56 give a bite about it
Play tag with the bullets, I'm not it
Racks came in, knotted!
Claustrophobic, pockets crowded
(Yeah! I'm hittin' these notes)
(How am I doing it?)
(I can't spill the secret)

racks came in (luvpurp x symels)

Music Video: https://youtu.be/RvgHv6PM61U?si=IrWDUMRMQjunZNpx

Lyrics:

Yeah, chops out
We gon' lay the block out
Ouu, ahh
Hey, ahh
Niggas, they be capped out
20 kills, I done fragged out
New bands touched
Went from Vans to...
Balenciagas on kicks now
Ran up, he get ran down
Body bags, it's a man down
Oh, oh
It's a man down
I just asked my bitch, "Where we standing?"
It ain't working out, wish that I ain't plan shit
Man, I'm running routes, bitch I'm wide receiver
Bad bitch count money now, pop out showing clevage
Heaven, hell like up or down?
Find out when choppa sound
This shit hold 10 rounds, 20 rounds, 30 rounds
Fuck it, 50 rounds
Bitch, it ain't nothing, get 'em gone
Wanted it all along
Bitches wanna see my downfall
Kyn said, "Everytime that she text she ignore"
Hoe got hella coke, she finna blow her nose galore
It was me and Siah in dat cut we tammat some "Oh Lord!"
Years go by, we over
I don't really play the games and shit, oh
I got a fucking life to live
I ain't no damn kid no more
Nigga crashed out 'bout a fucking bitch, caught that nigga cryin' on the floor
How you gon' say you woke? You sleep on me
Niggas be biddin' like Joe, bitch

fragged aht (meta)

Music Video: https://youtu.be/LFv6SF0wLPw?si=yN8yxip9zR7ODSUf

hansen (symelz)

waiting on you (symelz)

cip - make sense (me & mxsui)

corners (symelz)

Lyrics: 

Labels trying to get me
I can’t fuck with her she moving iffy
Stripper bitch, she bringing home them ones and it’s like plenty
Someone laced my pack, I’m movin’
Oh… no
I can’t move my hands, I feel so goddamn slow
Dumb bitch dropped the fuckin’ wood, guess I’ll let it go
Shit, I’m goin’ up she talking bout, “As you should, Lil’ Woke”
Bitch you uppin’ fye in function, is you dumb lil’ bro?
Why do I surround myself with dumb and dumber hoes?
Lil’ Jay came with racks and now he thumbing bro
Used to have your back and I was gunning for you
Bad enough, you took her back, you cuffin’ her
Casper on the crime scene, left no fuckin’ evidence 
That’s the fucking plan
Trippin’ ‘cause I’m nonchalant. That’s just how I am
Me and twin got LooseLeaf’s for days, fucked the whole gram
Where my freedom at?
Labels trying to get me
I can’t fuck with her she moving iffy
Stripper bitch, she bringing home them ones and it’s like plenty
Someone laced my pack, I’m movin’
Oh… no
I can’t move my hands, I feel so goddamn slow
Chattin bout lil’ fragged aht, but you ain’t do that shit
Talkin’ out yo ass, fuckboy ain’t making no sense
My bad ‘cause I’m in this bitch trying to make a difference 
I guess it’s my bad that your old bitch trying to be on my dick
This nigga been lagged, his whole career back in 2016
Slow down droppin’ all that BS, that shit with the bad mixing

let it go (symelz x meta)

eden (goyxrd x symelz)

angel hearts (symelz)

Lyrics:

Call my name like three times
Beetlejuice, I pop out
We done seen them boys grow up from them toys to Glocks now
I’ma beat that boy
Told him several times like, “Watch ya mouth!”
I don’t bleed blood
Vampires can’t suck me now
I done been there
I done- I done been there before
We done hit a stain
Hit a fuckin’ stain like dirty clothes
I done seen a snake
Ain’t even try to hide it, wipe your nose
John Doe
I’m so hidden, they don’t know, yeah
I told you
30 bullets blow
What the fuck you gon’ do?
We don’t got DAWS, but we fasho got pro tools
(Got pro tools, got pro tools)
Got whole Glocks
Ready to bust his eye
I hide the rocks in socks
I got future dreams, premonitions, spoil the plot
She don’t fuck with me
She don’t fuck with me, I see it
Mr. Krabs, money bleedin’
(I see ghosts when I see sheets)
(Sheets, sheets, sheets, sheets, sheets)
I see dummies in my eyes
I see dummies in my eyes
This lil’ hoe, she think she is the prize
I’m focused on the process and the grind
Oh my god
Stare at the sky, I’m feelin’ so blind
I’m getting geeked off the 3.5, oh I’m so high
We get him gone in a short time just like a Vine
Talking to you, I’m talking to you, I’m talking to her
I’m talking to you, I’m talking to you, I’m talking to her
You hoeing around, I already know, my feelings not hurt
Huh, bridges burn
Tables turn
You folded, I’m goated
I’m gold
I noticed, you know
Did bogus

i don't bleed blood (p3rc30.wav)

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instagram.com/cip5th
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