I had to replay cause the type shit i’m finna be on calm, cool, & collected 😩

Terrorists Win

I Bin Out Of Motors ft sosaine

(FILE WILL BE REPLACED AFTER BDAY.)
F.T.I:
HOOK (X2):

(Uh, Yeah) 
You know i dont fuck with the industry
I can never give a wack bitch her props cause none of you bitches is seeing me 
Its too many bitches saying my name, but none of these bitches get rid of me
Im a joke till im dropping bitches in disses like, bitch are you kidding me?

V1:
(Uh, Yeah) 
She can’t say my name again (again)
She said that she was a writer but bitch you stay touchin on my pen 
How you fake to the realest bitches around you but call yourself a friend (a friend)
I can say i got too many loses, but bitch you will never gain a win (win)

Bitches want the beef but cant get up in the kitchen 
Different color shoes and bags, a niggas always switchin 
Youn got no real friends thats why them hoes always switchin 
And you not the bitch to do it, hoe you not who we missin 

The beats that im riding 
This flow that im hiding 
Can these bitches do what i do 

if i knew a couple bitches that rap better, well one wont be you 

Every bitch that said my name
I want you hoes up in the stu 

Ion care if you , you, you or you 
you hoes better form a crew 

V2:
(Uh, Yeah)
I got bitches on that hot shit 
She think that her music is hot
but really its not, your really a flop bitch

(Uh, Yeah)
My name stays at the top bitch
I rap circles around you and yo girls
Just wait till i pop bitch 

Bitches think they winning, but in real your a loser
Ion like her sound, her music be makin me snoozer
you bitches really be my sons, yeah hoe your a junior 
bitches be dumb in the brain, i think bitches got tumors 

You bitches keep calling me bald but yet you bitches stay up in my hair 
I could give a fuck, i dont really care 
But i hope some of you hoes is aware (ugh)

And i stay leaving fresh prints (prince) on her the way we be up in bel air 
and you keep throwing them shots at me, baby im your worst nightmare

F.T.I

MOTHERLORD

I.B.I.M.B

@juugboiixantana
@boghypee
mixed by @drew.sarver

JUUGBOIIXANTANA - CANT GO ( PROD GLOZULA + BOGHYPE )

Lyrics🥰 are below but FIRST!

(I’m informing you that if you drop any pics of anything and I’m posting your father, your home and everything else I’ve found, not because I care but because I don’t want to have to do this with you🥰. You should’ve left me alone and kept it PG Jordan.

[ OPENING MONOLOGUE]

Verse:
Ain’t give a fuck about the cover so I put it out
Mommy don’t love you let ya step daddy put you out
Nor do your friends so your business they just put it out
Leave the Le bonne to the valet bitch I’m pulling out

Seen you on blowers punt intended you won’t blow me next 
The age a lie, the status lie, you ain’t on fucking prep
Daddy gone your life in shambles ain’t had time to prep
When mommy seen that hairy buss it really hurt her chest

I pull up to your crib on diamond street apply that pressure
Or should I pull up leave you blue where you be cue’ing burgers

Talking bout my dead, bitch you gone get handled
Your niggas hate your body they said they seen them love handles 


Even yo homegirl confessed that you aint say shit
You showed your mom your music she said that gay shit
Your dad at golden gates or at the hell pits
This bitch got open gates taken community dick

Like Bitch you way too young so fucking dickmatized
Last time you seen your daddy was in a suit and tie
Your daddy gave up but ion think he tried
Do mommy miss that dick I know her pussy dry

Jordan wont like this diss cause he got washed a ton
I seen your old pics you used to weigh a ton
Up in that wooden house that banyard cant be fun
Just like ya daddy existence the competition gone

KRASHOUT

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