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Slapping a Bitches Ass

B.ZERO (Prod. NIGHTMVRE)

ZODD (Prod. LeLxx)

FIGHT CLUB (Prod. Trashy)

CINNAMON

HAARPER - CINNAMON

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Lyrics:
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that drone
Gotta clone but they never home
Call you on the phone
You gon know aint no way out
Do not stay out
I done see it all befo you a pussy 
played out

Bring my ana and my blaster
Ima start the raid now
Ima tag ya all ya matter will not matter laid out
It’s the trapper of the season
Ima make it rain now
Talk about a stupid mothafucka with a ruger from the gutter gonna take em to another fuckin plane like OOH

Look another punk
Think you bigger
You a stickler
That’s enough 
Pull the trigger 
Yellow sticker 
On the ground 
Gettin rid of all the litter
Toe taggin all my opposition they cannot get rid of me  

Jump with the pump
Make another fuckin punk get sunk
Break another fuckin chump
Pop pop to a runt
Make em cough
Like I hit em with a blunt 
Cough drop
Take ya soul then I punt

Ima put em in the earth
Jump start the birth
Got my choppa
Gonna put ya in the mothafuckin dirt
Neferpitou in a hearse 
But I seen much worse
People slipping to chaos succumb to the curse I’m the catalyst 

I don’t need a key
Cause I be breaking through the lock
Ima throw another stone right through yo window call a cop
I be stompin choppin up the block the blicky make ya drop
It gets sticky when she get my hicky 
She all on my

I made you the way that you are
Everybody wanna be me but they way too far
Cannot keep up, get yo green up
Got another c cup with her knees up
In yo Prius 
Teacups with chamomile
In my camo in ammo fields
With the banner get banned right here
Ima banish the plan is clear

Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that 
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that 
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that drone 
Gotta tone
Hit ya with that
Hit ya with that

HAARPER -  GOJIRA (Prod. HAARPER)

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Lyrics:
It’s about time that I fucked yo bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon make it pop like remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi 
Ima break it all down 

Level the plains
But ima be up in my plane without shame 
And I’m bringing the ruckus the roughest I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets 
preceding my entry 
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
Thats enough
Ridin my coattails and my nuts
Cause my capital greater 
They storming the crater 
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs

Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon get hit red handed 
Fuck a third eye
And yo birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my 
Time and now it’s tickin
She gon put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a carfax
Get slapped by my large sack 
Bar packed
Till I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me know it’s gonna be a melee

Girl unbuckle my belt 
Follow my lead
And leave yo cells
Gon free yo self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way no where
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck 
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin 
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, ray charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
Cause I’m all out of patience 

She just wanna stay young
But this shawty, she ain’t mine
They just wanna play dumb
I ain’t wasting any time
I been waitin say something
All these opps they on my line
They stay on that pay phone
I got money on my mind

HAARPER - NOTHING IS FOREVER

HAARPER // BLACK CUBE OF SATURN (Prod. HAARPER)

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Lyrics:
I got towers to control 
Got that power on my throne 
Got that power powder 
Generated hours by ya own
It’s the harvest of ya soul
Hit the target like a bull
Now they venerate 
I emanate that sauer to ya skull 

It’s genocide with that fire
And that psi
Got it 825 plus golden eye
Turn em mounds of dead
To a diamond mine 
Brought them hounds now you red
Tank tread where you ly 

Don’t got bars
Gotta multi cell
Multiply my shells
Then I rob that bank
Makin em walk that plank 
Like shank with 
Only one arm
My lead makin paint 

Stomp that rat
Like a motherfuckin stamp
Like an ant
Take em back 
To the camp 
With the baseball bat 
Get slumped with the beam
Where the rest of yo team
Get thrown in the trunk
Get chopped like a tree
Like pop rocks
Boutta pop off
With the sawed off
Molotov drop
From the top
Get caught off guard 
Takin these shells to the yard
Leavin my enemies charred

A24
Put em in the floor
Killing sacred foes 
Make it right
So I kill this dough
Killin my new dough 
Jacket black
Know I rock the coat
Furnace makin smoke 
I’ll make ya choke
And I brought the cult
Surround like a moat

They want control
I ain’t payin no toll
Got that trigga finga itchin 
Now I gotta go roll
Like an oven in the kitchen 
Gotta burn ya soul
Make it burn like coal
Make it burn the whole

Hydro plane
If they runaway 
Ima make it rain
Break yo lane 
I’m on higher planes 
Raising hell with chains 

Uptown
All around
As above
Sow it down

Tell me what you here for

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BLACK CUBE OF SATURN

HAARPER - BLACK CUBE OF SATURN

PCF UZI PROD EZRA

Yung Lean - Hoover

SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

lyrics:

I will not breathe in the sea and freeze with the weak don't speak
I dont really wanna hear
Words from the sand
From dirt not a man 
Stay six feet deep
Do I make myself clear

Indebted to the knife no more
Ive found my way
Beyond the shore
The credit that you've claimed
Washed away by retribution 
Torn, 4AM in the den 
where your friends, 
I'ma blend 
I'ma mend with the silhouette again

I pull up with the strap they hands up "wait a minute"
This ain't no clock Ill break yo jaw
And shape yo fate with rickets
I'm takin yo life the fight is over might just take some digits
She in my phone 
my home while you gon grow 
in the face of fission
Below the mud
I dirty the floor and rug 
with the slug on the run
I've become new man
How could I be
How could I leave
All of the things 
All the rings and 
The riches on land

I've taken new form new life
Mistaken by some fo the light
Serrating all the birds up high
Interfacing with blight

4AM [PROD. HUSHINSILENCE]

BUNGEE GUM [PROD. homele$$]

THE ALCHEMIST (Prod. RiCh LoSeR)

LYRICS


MVKO

Black suit and a black mask bitch here to cause problems not here to fight crime, hoooh, 
You don't wanna see what's in my backpack give a veteran flashbacks leave a body outlined,
Walk barefoot through a field full of land mines rounds in the clip that will eat your whole bloodline hungry for the money bout to cut the whole lunch line got models takin lines to the face thats a punch line,

Feel like agent all my Doors need an eye scan,
Feelin paranoid Keep 2 clips on the nightstand, 
Sick of everybody always thinkin im a nice man,
I'll rob your money buy a plane and fly to Thailand, 

Been up for days,
Get the fuck out my face,
Your bitch hit my line she slide to my place,
We Know you can't hang,
So Come meet your fate,
One hit from the blunt make you fly into space,

Rounds from the choppa leave you lookin like spongebob, 
Hell dog cartel cuttin bricks with a bonesaw,
Pistol on hip Arthur Morgan im an outlaw,
Got a problem im a doctor bout to make a house call,
Sliver like a snake severus, 
Bitch i lean when i bust, 
Headshot clean when I rush,
Tire screech kickin up dust,

Pull up to the bank,
When I walk inside that motha fucka everybody know my name,
We are not the same,
You ain't stand for nothing go seppuku motha fuckas watch you fall upon your blade, yuh 
Poison in the clip we gonna aim it at your head,
My Middle finger to the world dont give a fuck about a bitch,
Got a couple killas in the clique,
Better go and sew on up your lips Instead of fuckin talking shit, 

Mvko tha drako,
Stack up my bankroll, 
Lean in my faygo,
I'm getting fucked up,
Where did the day go,
Im out in Waco, 
Ima keep on pushin till i get my halo,

Stickin round the flame like a blacksmith,
Your bitch room smell like cat piss,
She move my dick around her lips like chapstick,
Givin her the dick then its back to the labyrinth,


JMATTSON 

Black shoes and a all black fit mothafuckas thinking they could fuck with JMattson 
classic 
Known to roll a blunt and never pass it 
wax hit put me in a mothafucking casket 
I’m on the move and I stay with a bad bitch
Pussy mothafucka catch a fat lip
Actin gonna get you caught up in the action 
talkin like you with the shit but silent when it happen whoa
Don’t call me your bro 
Stupid motherfucker why you coming back for mo?
Torture methods imma have to dig em up a hole and when I’m done with em the body unidentifiable 
Fuck out the way bitch 
I’m out the matrix 
suicidal thoughts 
but somehow I made it 
Run out the bank with 
uncounted payments
I’m a nice guy til I run out of patience 
Whipping in the honda bruh 
these bitches wanna follow us 
they tryna fuck and swallow nuts 
I’m headed to andromeda 
you talkin shit anonymous 
it doesn’t even bother us 
I turn up like the volume does
Bitch boy talking online think it’s fun til he find out I’m the wrong one 
Imma catch him lacking me and Mvko beat his ass until the mothafucking song done

Swiper No Swiping feat. JMattson (Prod. FALLEN)

DEAD TO ME (PROD. HAARPER)

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