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GHOSTOFBLU - KILLER - Kissvk.com

(lyrics)
i got hoes in different zone times
ima break her whole spine 
tweak without a coke line
bitch you broke? got no time
so i gotta go bye
so fly
so high
rope tie
no lie
we die
every second going by
so i ain't giving up and everyday im gonna try
yea bitch i don made it i don't gotta fight to stay alive
i got food inside my fridge and don't make mama ever cry
bitch i hated who i was so now i been a different guy

run it up run it up run it up bitch
ima shoot my shot and bet a get a fucking crit
blood up on her mouth she told me bite up on her lip 
you suck at making music every song is getting skipped
i be off something running and gunning to make you die quick
every single time i took a stamp it been a bad trip
why you run around? out of rounds? nah last clip
ima bout to fucking break down right now thats it
running in your house unannounced with that stick
steady aim pro perk i be shooting from the hip
and my choppa been a Beyblade cuz i let it rip

aye my choppa been a Beyblade cuz i let it rip
X3

i got yo bitch up in the back no rosa parks
i can't feel no fucking shit i think that i lost my heart
and bitch i keep that metal on me like im Tony Stark
i always come with two blunts like it's Noah's Arch
these rappers don't compare i rip they face apart
when you hear my music this ain't this shit just my art
ima keep on making art until i leave my fucking mark
i be killing every single verse i've done it from the start
little nigga be racks shit i feel like Kevin Hart
bitch you faker than that THC you puffing in your cart
so bitch i am not your homie better go and play your part
that's a carcass in the dark 
like a blunt i got a spark
flyer than these rappers are
all my music rated R
and shit you can't escape far
got you in my radar
shit you can't escape far
got you in my radar
SHIT YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FAR
GOT YOU IN MY RADAR

THIS ISN'T EVEN MY FINAL FORM (PROD BITCHIGOTBAIL)

{LYRICS}

(DEADBEAT)
Have you ever come to think that no one fucking likes you
Kill yourself and do the favor no one finna ice you
I was really trapping serving baggies through a drive thru
Doing what your favorite rapper do 2 times 2
SYKE
I'm fronting
Cuz they ain't doing nothing
They crazy lazy druggie fucks who claim they been your cousin
They wanna be yo blood because they know you gon be buzzing
Look how yo homies turn to strangers when this pistol busting

(Chorus){ALL}
Fuck i need hope
i might up me up the dose
X4

(Brian CrawFord) 
edge you wit the left side of my 5 inch, don’t come play wit me
i’m running through with 30’s, ridin dirty, bitch come fade wit me
flashbangs & c-4’s, i throw the shits they blow up
i run up, with guns up
i ate the mushroom, one-up

extra life, extra stock
police on me, hella cops
smoke the pigs out with the rocket
bullets on me, shellshockin
i don’t give a fuck about your mans or who he postin wit
i just want my glockiana bustin down the full clip

(Chorus){ALL}
Fuck i need hope
i might up me up the dose
X4

(DEADFIGURE$)
Got no face got no case
Pussy boi you is fake
Get the fuck out my way
You think we the same
Don’t got bitch in my veins
I’ll rip off your face
Step to me you disgrace
ILL LEAVE YOU IN FLAMES
bringing the terror
I’m ending this era
Tormented forever
unholy dissector
the demon professor
Your girl I undress
These humans are lesser
GOT DRUGS IN MY DRESSER

(Chorus){ALL}
Fuck i need hope
i might up me up the dose
X4

(STA!N)https://soundcloud.com/bissiboi
Razor still stuck in my side
Love to see em leak cuz im fucked up im high
Love to see em talk but he tongue tied
Lucky he anti
FUCK
Get the fuck up out my place like go Diego go
Shit you still in my face got me sinking so low
Sledge to his face turn to his face to some doe
Murder no case turn his body to grow
in my back yard bodies laying below

UPPING UP THE DOSE

You can use your hands for a lot of things.
@navvvi
@sweatshirty
@systemsmusic

Lyrics:

[Lord D]
AR CLICK
THATS NO ISH
Ill HIT THAT BITCH WITH A BASEBALL BAT
FUCK FADE IN THE BLACK
DULLLED THOUGHS IN MY BACK
No linking ONLY TALK TILL MY BRAIN FALL FLAT

He wan talk so he right here facts
He get launched to light years fast
We gon leave his front teeth gashed
Gotta heater in the trunk if he try thee dash

Bitch I want that money on the table
But you only disappointing always acting like you fable
Malenuxing while we poly-moving
Pot of gol, we mobing to it
Cock and load that Glocky
Drinks is bottomless I'm always off it

Plaster cast pussy
tax em like bookie
Fuck a fee I'll never pay it
Dodging half of my cookies

Fratanize, homie till I'm gratified Goodie
Fucking suck it like a drain until I'm splashing my goodies

Uhhhhh,you fucking rookies

Nah I never should've listened
Steady losing my ambition
Never bothered with conditions

Ahhh yuck
Little prick you make me livid
I cant live in these conditions
Take your toll and then I spend it

[nA]
yah yah
flame my company in ya moderation
by the station
ya attitude just need a placement
i dont know how to say but when we show up blazin
space coast, south coast, no roast apart a nation

fight now, quick fast, dont last now
all dunce till the pulse makes no sound
your designer rockin human in a distance brittle form
you playgerize a trait that everybody sense inside your norms

workin off sega
i dont want danger
livin off flanger
i know my name, uh
goin insane, uh
rockin ya colors in grain
tell me that burnin every bridge now
when all they want is love from ya hanger

penicillin in my stream i need just for focusing
the acid in my bones keep folding, eyesight grabbing hold of me
my brain is reached a peak im handing trauma out for borrowin
im elder to my scrolling, think i might be part of morrowind

HANDS FOR GRABBING w/ NAVVVI [PROD. SWEATSHIRTY & $YSTEMS]

CRATER - @CoaastGxd x @matt_blacc
Produced by @vermin666
Mixed/Mastered by @netuhbeats

CRATER w/ MATT BLACC [Prod. Vermin]

i love this song, i love fight club and i still don't know how to pronounce nine inch nails so i made this lol , enjoy 

Piano by Igor Sidash 
https://www.instagram.com/igor_sidash/

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@jaydvrden
www.youtube.com/c/JAYDVRDEN
MGMT / Contact : jaydvrden@outlook.fr

Gracie Abrams - I miss you, I’m sorry (JAY DVRDEN Remix)

DON’T STOP
UNTIL YOU GET ENOUGH
PUSSY NIGGAS THEY BE STOPPING IT
DROPPING IT
GOING ROUGH
IT NEVER STOP

SO FIGHT IF YOU GOTTA

I BE AT THE BOTTOM OF A BOTTLE THROWING UP

CUZ THAT’S THE MOTTO
LIL NIGGA NEVER STOP

MIGHT STOMP OUT A NIGGA
IF HE TALK THAT SHIT

LIKE I’M BOUT THAT POSITIVITY
BUT BLOOD MIGHT DRIP
OUT YO LIP
IF YOU TALKING BOUT MY FAMILY
NIGGAS WANNA TANNER ME
NIGGAS WANNA DARKER ME
NIGGAS WANNA BARK AT ME
I BE AT THE PARK YOU SEE?
CHILLING
I AM NOT A HERO BUT CERTAINLY NOT A VILLAIN
SINCE THE BEGINNING ALL MY NIGGAS WANNA DO IS MAKE A KILLING
YEAH I’M CHILLING
YEAH I’M CALM AS A BITCH
YEAH I DON’T WANNA WORK WIT YOU
KARMA’S A BITCH
YEAH YOU FUCKED UP
LEAVING COMMENTS AND SHIT
GOT THE SWEAT ON MY DICK
GET WET FROM THE STICK
LET IT GO!

I KNOW BETTER NOW
I KNOW BETTER THAN TO TRUST YOU NIGGAS
OBSESSED WITH YA NUMBERS WHY YOU MUST DO BIGGER?
I WANNA KNOW! WHAT COMPLAINING WHAT THE FUSS DO NIGGA
WHEN YOU TWEAK, ALL IT DO IS MAKE YOU WEAK

YEAH I SMOKED SO MANY BACKWOODS THAT THEY SWISHERS TO ME
SHE IMAGINING A SHOWER WHEN SHE PICTURE MY PEE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME 
I GOT PROBLEMS I GOT ISSUES, AIN’T NO TISSUES FOR FREE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME REALLY?
YEAH YOU SEE ME ON THE INTERNET 
YOU THINK THAT MEAN YOU FEEL ME?
YOU DON’T KNOW
YOU DON’T KNOW IF THIS A BB GUN
OR IF I GOT A REAL ONE UNDERNEATH MY FUCKING TV

HEY 12?

SUCK MY DICK
THROW 13 SHOTS NIGGA DUCK MY CLIP
GOT 14 COPS WANNA SEARCH MY CRIB
I AIN’T WANNA SHOOT THAT NIGGA
BUT HE HURT MY KID

BE A GOOD DAD
NIGGA IMMA BE A GOOD DAD
YEAH MY SON GON HAVE THEM PENCILS AND PAPERS UP IN HIS BOOK BAG
I WON’T TELL MY DAUGHTER WHAT SHE SHOULD ASK
YEAH WE GOT DEPRESSION TELL MY CHILDREN GOTTA PUSH PAST

I GRIN KNOWING WE WILL ALL BE FORGOTTEN
I GRIN KNOWING THAT I SCREAM THIS FOR NOTHING
I GRIN KNOWING THAT THE TIME ISN’T STOPPING
I SMILE AS THE FRUIT BECOME ROTTEN

My stove electric
I pulled up to the show and I ain’t even had a set list
I guess I’ll have to cook it up I’m whipping hoe let’s get this
I dropped em on the block 
For talking reckless like Tetris 
Eating I got lettuce

Bread
Bagel like your head 
Using maple for the spread
I’ll be naked til I’m dead
Baking baking lots of bread 
Bacon bacon raw and red
You running out of food 
Whatchu do
Getchu fed

Stove top
Coke rock
Whipping in the kitchen
Til I’m rich and got a bitch 
That season chicken right 
Don’t pick a fight
Let it choose you or your screws loose
I don’t know if niggas really thinking Mike?

Licking mics
(Licking sound)
Hop up on my dick until it thicken
I get bricks and make em pebbles 
Put the petal to the medal
Time is ticking
Burn a pedal
Make it quicken

If my stove was human definitely stick my dick in

(CHORUS)
(X2)

STOP (PROD. SOLSA)

THEY ARE STANDING AT THE DOOR 
WITH THE BLOWER IN THEY HAND 
READY TO PUT YOU ON THE FLOOR

FUCK THEM NIGGAS
FUCK THEM NIGGAS
FUCK THEM NIGGAS

WHATCHU KNOW
GOT A STOGGIE IN MY HAND
HE THREW LIL HOMIE TO THE FLOOR

FUCK THEM CIGGAS
FUCK THEM CIGGAS
FUCK THEM 

CIGGARETTES
YOU AINT MET MY NIGGAS YET
ASKING ME FOR SHIT YOU MUST THINK
THIS AINT SOMETHING BIGGER YET
HOW YOU FIGURE THAT?
WAY HE DO IT LIKE HE WANT IT
YOU UNWANTED
UNICONIC

GO MAKE TRILLERS
GO BREAK CEILINGS
GO HURT FEELINGS
GO MAKE MILLIONS

YOU’LL MAKE MILLIONS OF IT 
THE MORE THE PROFIT
THE BETTER
ON THE NEWS WITH NEW CHET UBETCHA
AND WE CHATTING BOUT GETTING CHEDDAR

BLUNT ASH ON MY SWEATER
DRAW MYSELF, THAT’S GETTING META
THINK YOU BRAVE GRIPPING THE METAL
LA BROAD DAY SUNNY WEATHER

I’M JUST TRYNA SMOKE ON MY PETAL 

FUCK YOU NIGGAS IN THE ASS
I’M ACCOMPLISHING A TASK
LOVING PEOPLE IN A MASS AMOUNT
DROPPING OUT 
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS CLASS ABOIUT

TEACH ME BUSINESS 
TEACH ME TAXES
FIX OUR MASSES 

niggas think I’m black
nigga i’m indian
get off of my back
all races are synonyms

for any stupid human sack
that can walk the block and talk
that got a pussy or a cock
that grip a dick a stick or rock

FUCK DO YOU MEAN
I DONT POP BEANS UNLESS IT WIT RICE

I DO NOT DRIVE I PEDAL THESE BIKES
I SMOKE A BLUNT THE PEDAL BE NICE

I SMOKE A JOINT IT LOOK LIKE A ELBOW
BELIEVE IN GOD AINT GOING TO HELL THO
HELL NO

I KEEP STICK LIKE THE CROSS
I SHOOT THAT LOVE AT WHO I COME ACROSS
I’M NOT TOO WORRIED HOW I COME ACROSS

I KNOW WHO I AM
I’M THE MAN

MICHAEL HE LIVE IN A VAN
MIGHT GO TO VENICE EAT MOLÉ AND JAM

I’M MAKING RACKS I GOTTA DO TAXES
YOU IS SO BROKE THAT WE IN DIFFERENT BRACKETS

I FILE QUARTERLY
MAKE SURE THEY ORDERLY
YOU WONDER WHERE COULD THAT QUARTER BE

IF YOU A RICH NIGGA DO A BACKFLIP
I DON’T CARE BOUT THIS RAP SHIT
I JUST WAN MAKE MY MUSIC TAKE A NAP BITCH

I’M THAT NIGGA LIKE ALL OF THE TIME
YOU A WINNER WHEN YOU EATING DINNER
STRAIGHTEN YOUR SPINE

CHET (PROD. SOLSA)

OI CUNT
WHAT’S DOIN 

I’M AN AUSSIE
DRINKING PISSING OUT BACK
BROUGHT STRAIGHT FROM BRITANNIA 
DRY LIKE IRAQ
NOW YOU DONE IT
YOU DONE MADE ME UPSET 

OI
WHAT’S THE JOHN DORY 
WITH YOUR COUNTRY I BET
YOU’RE A SAVAGE
EATING PUPPIES AND CATS
THAT’S UCKED 
MOTHER FUCKER
RANK BOGAN
I SLAP

CUNT 
MY CENNELINK AINT CAME THRU
SHE’LL BE RIGHT BY TOMORROW
IM BASHING THIS ROO

GOONSACK
CHUGGING AT THE DOOF AND THAT’S TRUTH

SAT ON THE DUNNY MAKING RUBBISH
THAT’S POO

DEAD SET
COULD I BUM A DART MATE

OUT OF DOSH 
I GOT VEGEMITE SAT ON MY PLATE

MONDAY TO FRIDAY
USED TO BE THE BUSH BUT NOW THERE’S A HIGHWAY

OI

STAUNCHED UP
WHY YOU LOOK AT ME SIDEWAYS

OI THERE GANGA
IMMA TAKE YOU BACK TO MY PLACE

THE BOTTLE’O’S CLOSED I’M SPEWING 

SPILLED A SCHOONER ON MY TRACKIES
NOW THEY ALL RUINED

DUMB BLOKE
BUT I STAY UP IN THE SUN HOE
FUCK OATH
GOT MY SNAG STUCK UP IN HER GUT THOUGH

BOOF HEAD
YOU COMPLAINING WHEN THE TRUTH SAID
EVERYTHING YOU REPRESENT, PUTRID

PUNCHING BILLIES PULLING CONES
SMOKE INSIDE MY DOME
SIGNAL SHIT FROM MY VODAFONE

(SOLSA MONOLOGUE)

AUSSIE (PROD. SOLSA)

I stick with my niggas
Im stuck with my brothers
Don’t fuck with no others
You talk and you stutter
I’m moving like butter
I’m smooth like a blunt
And I get what I want
Cuz I go and I get it
I know when I got it 
Cuz then I can hold it 
You folding before you can mold it
Ya future
I roll like a boulder
Move over i bootcha
Don’t drink no kombucha 
Cuz that shit is nasty
Smoking a lot so my vocals is raspy
I’m where the wraps be
You where the rats be
Hop in a taxi it look like a quaalude
100 a pill?
That’s a rack that I pay dude
Sour patch kid in my fridge
Dripped with the acid I’m tripping
Im rigid I’m flaccid 
I puff and don’t pass it 
Until I am satisfied 
Act like a hoe best believe I keep that in mind
Look at this tat of mine
Up on my forehead
I’m getting more bread than ever before and 
I’m happy I’m sad and I’m angry 
I’m all of dat
I love my baby she pretty I call her that
Care bout my woman and care bout my family
You on the floor and I’m up in the canopy
Eating bananas and roaches and centipedes
Harder to trust niggas 
wish there was ten of me
So many try to be friend of me
Few are befriending me
Can’t talk to no one on ketamine
Why you on addies that’s methamphetamine
Take a few shots roll a spliff and I let it be
No one ahead of me

i was gon punch in but then i’d be lazy
line of sight hazy
pulling out tulips you pushing on daisies

darkie you crazy!

it always amaze me
how many people inspired 
admire me
all i do spit animate smoking fire tree

nigga how high are we?

dont ask me
im asleep in this cryofreeze
chamber
ice
i always come with that danger
pipes
i will not smoke with no stranger
fights
sweet baby jesus yo manger
nice
wont do that verse til you payed your 
price

im going up wassup yeah i gotta lotta
problems up my butt i shit outta hotter
track i feel it fade, the thought outta bought a
vice

im in new heights

im in new territory 
and im very horny 
here to fuck it up until my nuts are busted
lust encrusted lots of custard 
don’t trust the mustard
ketchup better
wetcha bed you bet i get up
like 
ducking all you mcs
talking on me
shot of your screen on ya story
you aint even tag me, aint important
i aint even respond 
hope you respawn
your career
nigga disappear 
trigga gripping queer
is it worth the years?

i wanted nothing but happiness for you
aint posting bout you cuz you need the attention
a mention from me start a numbers ascension
get that on yo own 
we some men and we grown
i dont fuck with my phone
cuz you live in it nigga

SPIT (PROD. SOLSA)

hurry up to stop and just wait
waste my time the best way to make me 
angry hangry i haven’t ate
baby i just had a bit of a day

maybe i should go and switch up the pace 
mainly cuz I’m getting sick of the taste
of flaccid dick, and plastic, bad acid
slap that rapper back to jurassic

we best
we bound to die and that’s 
predestined
what about the little boy 
t-rex?
bet he wanna be next too
but the asteroid that crashes get to choose 

go faster boy you bastard better move 
so you can live your life for more than booze

LOSE OR WIN
it doesn’t really matter

who’s the KING?
you can tell by the castle

i can’t sit right 
i like my girl to fit tight too
i am wit my goons
i gotta take a shit by noon
I’m a big tycoon
flexing flexing
bit my food
impressing dressing
i knew     
you could cook it up right
act hollywood you be so uptight

im on the beach absorbing sunlight 
while you threaten to start a gunfight 
ouu
killing for the fun of it? UH
i spy with my eye, a son of bitch! UH
defy the height fly i wanna get very
high on life smoke a ton of it hairy
buy the hype cuz aint none of it scary
why the fright why a little bit wary?

what did i do?
NOTHING OH NOTHING DEAR
SEE A SLUT APPEAR 
WANT TO TOUCH HER REAR BUT I DONT
NOT A NIGGA FEMENINE TONE
HOW YOU BIGGER BUT YOU NOT GROWN
AT ALL I MIGHT THROW THE BALL
BREAK HIS BONES
TRYNA CATCH IT FORE I GET HOME, RUN

I’M THE MVP 
I LOVE MY SUPPORTERS CUZ THEY LET ME BE
HOP OUT OF MY VEHICLE 
THE SCENT BE PEE
I BE SMOKING MARIJUANA 
BLOWING THC

I’M SO RICH I USE CBD CREAM
SAVE MY CASH TIL IT REALLY 3D
BUSTING OUT THE SAFE
CUSSING OUT THE BUTLER
HUMPING ON MY WAIST
NUT SO GOOD I STUTTER
SOMETHING IN ME MAKE ME WANNA GIVE MY SON A BROTHER
MAYBE A SISTER 
THAT LADY A MISTER BUT I DO NOT MISS HER CUZ I NEVER KISSED HER

BECOME THE GREATEST AND SAY IT SO HEINOUS 
IM INSIDE HER ANUS 
DON’T NEED TO BE FAMOUS
DONT WANT NO ATTENTION IM SEEKING ASSENTION 
DONT MENTION MY NAME

SEND YOU TO DETENTION 
THE TEACHER IS SPEAKING NOW
IM ON SOME FUNGUS I THINK THAT I’M PEAKING NOW
SWEATING AND CRYING THIS WATER IS LEAKING OUT
IM MADE OF WATER THE CHILD OF HER DAUGHTER 
I CALLED HER MY GOD UNTIL I MET THE FATHER 

HIS KID MAS A MARTYR FOR ALL OF HUMANITY
MODERN PRIORITIES CLOUDING MY SANITY 
THEY WONT DEFEAT US, THE SHEPHERD WILL LEAD US

THIS SONG IS FOR GRAMPA
HOPE THAT HE SEES THIS
THIS IS FOR NOTHING 
NOTHING BUT TO PLEASE US
THIS IS FOR CHEESES ON TOP OF OUR PIZZAS
BRING BACK JESUS 
HE KNOW WHERE THE PEACE IS!

WHOOP (PROD. SOLSA)

Produced by Agust D, GHSTLOOP
(Agust D, GHSTLOOP, MAX, AM!R)
 
Keyboard - Agust D, GHSTLOOP
Synthesizer - Agust D, GHSTLOOP
Guitar - FRANTS
Background Vocals - MAX
Digital Editing - GHSTLOOP
Vocal & Rap Arrangement - Agust D
Recording Engineers - Agust D @ Genius Lab
                                       Ryan Siegel @ Colour Vision Studios
                                       FRANTS @ Studio Bambi Gang
Mix Engineer - Ken Lewis for iProduceMusic.com @ Katalyst Studios, NYC (Assisted by Dominik Rivinius)

* MAX appears courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment

Burn It (feat. MAX)

Blow my fucking brains out
Bet you'd love to know that I am feeling suicidal
It's another death wish
I hung the noose I tied it myself
Damn you know I hate this
Detach fucking everything that exists
I just signed my death wish
Rope around my neck I will never feel again
Depth perception is gone
I've lost my will and interest in making myself fucking breathe
I should hang my lungs too
Feel it grasp tight right around my throat
I can see death now
Lord you could never fucking save me

Depth Perceptions

When I breakdown
Bodies Fall
Bloodbath massacre
Triple six match burns
In my wrists I cut that shit
Who the fuck is testing my patience I got more weapons
The preacher of indiscretion devils methods sick obsession with death

Break
Every bone in me
I bathe in entrails with the sick and demented 
The crucifixes burn as they cry to sleep
Fed the devil my liver and promised bloodshed
I will slaughter everything that I see
I keep a red dot for you seeking benevolence
Severed head of god lays under my feet
I am god now
I beheaded the creator of everything 
Now I am god you can bow down to me

When I breakdown
Bodies Fall
Bloodbath massacre
Triple six match burns
In my wrists I cut that shit
Who the fuck is testing my patience I got more weapons
The preacher of indiscretion devils methods sick obsession with death

Satans Son

I got the devil kissing pictures of jesus' body cut to pieces
He doesn't agree that I should motherfucking slit my throat
The severed heads the seven lambs of the slaughter 
I pray for sixes on my walls I pray for blood from thy father
Now down we go
I got my hands around the throats of you bitches
And Ill play god and with the flick of a switch
We will watch those bodies drop
In your grave the maggots are your saving grace
Decaying under bullet plagues I pray that they will fucking make you
Rot

I pray that they all die in the end
Pray to me I am the god of the end
I own the death and afterlife
I want gods blood on my hands 
I am praying for his blood on my hands
I pray you fucking rot

I pray that they all die in the end
Pray to me I am the god of the end
I am the death and afterlife
I want gods blood on my hands 
I am praying for his blood on my hands

Depth Perceptions

HANGSAINT