@damnnhecold556
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Lyrics: 
she like how I step in 
stay correct when you’re stepping 
keep a lethal weapon 
I’ll show you in a second. 
Put your hands on me, girl. I’m trying to see what you’re texting. 
don’t call me yo twine idk u not my brethren 
d say he ain’t slime ask him have you been to heaven
my bro he relapse hard head don’t learn his lesson
come and get yo hoe cause she overly going
i can’t go inside the gas too strong it’s too potent
sr-set the car challenger came w the pro tint
too much pape to trip about a bitch i hope yk this
u was tryna stand on bidness and i barely noticed
i just fk and then i block the bitch she say i’m hollywood
down a perc to numb the pain ok i prolly would
say im sorry for what i said okay like yea i prolly should 
im tryna pack the fattest blunt ok like lets go wood for wood
she gon give that neck up when i say so and that’s understood
he went out the worst way
he celeb up in his hood
i know down but baby no i been good 
my bro selling he ammo he don’t- (oh oh)

i barely noticed (damnnhecold556 & wise)

Lyrics :

Mark me up all on my neck
Gave you my first but, baby i regret it
Must've been the wind, coincidences
I wish it did'nt end the way it ended
And there'll be pictures flashin when im dead

I don't wanna let go, baby not yet
I begged I pleaded, did it suffice?
Since we in this room, let's adress elephant

Yeah, i'm selling out shows
Like i'm selling out fent
Yeah, I'm giving out blow
Like i'm giving out head

I'm giving up, so long
With many benefits

Mark me up all on my neck 
When I slit my wrists 
I'm immune to death
When I slit my wrists 
I'm immune to death

Mark me up all on my neck
Gave you my first but, baby i regret it
Must've been the wind, coincidences
I wish it did'nt end the way it ended
And there'll be pictures flashin when im dead

I don't wanna let go, baby not yet
I begged I pleaded, did it suffice?
Since we in this room, let's adress elephant.

Mark Me Up

nun for yuh

Lost it All

december:
(blabber intro)
pistol packing 
i keep it tucked
catch him out in traffic that boy out of luck
pistol packing 
i keep it tucked
catch him out in traffic that boy out of luck
he out of luck 
he out of luck
shooting shooting shooting
till we get him done
better duck better duck
sipping on that dirty
yeah im on that mud
on that mud on that mud
talking crazy bitch
im tryna see some blood

mizu:
I've been trying.. but i wont get far
think im knowing who you are
im just falling behind
no you cant have it its mine
i dont think i have much time
waving your hands in my eyes
i got scars in my face try to stab me in my back
yeah i tried to walk away but my feet are turning black
why you look at me this way feel like im getting attacked
i know you dont feel the same but ill keep on crawling back
i dont want.. you- you- you- you~
and i feel so blue i just dont know what to do
i never wanted you think its time to start a new
even when were through i still got nothing left to choose..

December- blood w/ mizu (missa)

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Lyrics:
Rocking all black, Boolin in Gotham 
Couple h*es they blow up my jack, Got so much options 
Have my shooter come for yo neck, Come for you noggin 
She say I’m the only one lil b*tch I know u got some options
Well I got options too so b*tch it ain’t no problem 
Gotta run the money up that money keep on pieling 
Told that b*tch I gotta go that money keep on calling
Money blow my phone 
I told pop to T me up
Why yo h*e just hit me up
She said she just wanna f*ck and she said garments pick me up 
Yeah, I know sum n*ggas want my head I keep that semi tucked
Got to many options
To many options
So much h*e’s don’t know who to choose got to many options
I don’t know what car I should choose, what car I should drive yea
I don’t know what shoes I should choose, got so many options 

Yeah, my dawg told me to Ballout
You know I put that shit on feel like Babi Ballout
I-if I call my dawg up he’ll get you gone yeah
I done smoked a f*cking pound now im feeling gone yeah
I can’t feel my f*cking lungs body feeling numb yeah
In the stu I’m cooking up b*tch I’m in my zone yeah 
So much h*es that’s on my body I don’t got enough of em
So much hunnids in my pockets I don’t got enough of em

It’s so much h*es inside the truck can’t fit inside the cyber truck
I’m boolin with my dawgs wsp I told my boy pop T me up
This lil h*e wanna f*ck with us I told that lil h*e suck it up 
Me and pop go so much h*es I swear we got to many sluts 
and we pull up fly as f*ck black truck I swear they eat us up
Damn this black truck big as f*ck, it’s 5 percent it’s tinted up
All these h*es wanna come with us
I said they all can’t come with us
So many who should I choose
I might just say f*ck it and say wsp (might say wsp to all these h*es)

Rocking all black, Boolin in Gotham 
Couple h*es they blow up my jack, Got so much options 
Have my shooter come for yo neck, Come for you noggin 
She say I’m the only one lil b*tch I know u got some options
Well I got options too so b*tch it ain’t no problem 
Gotta run the money up that money keep on pieling 
Told that b*tch I gotta go that money keep on calling
Money blow my phone 
I told pop to T me up
Why yo h*e just hit me up
She said she just wanna f*ck and she said garments pick me up 
Yeah, I know sum n*ggas want my head I keep that semi tucked
Got to many options
To many options
So much h*e’s don’t know who to choose got to many options
I don’t know what car I should choose, what car I should drive yea
I don’t know what shoes I should choose, got so many options

nun for yuh

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