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heart attack (tunjijuju + lombardithe1)

dont trip (faint)

Explicit.

7eddy - Clutch

Prod. isthatrage

Too Many Questions LLC

[[[lyrics]]]

Yeah

I'mma leave that boy up in the dust
I ain't really fuck with them cause they don't fuck with us
When they talkin racks I come in clutch
I made too much bands now I don't know who to trust
12 tryna put me in some cuffs (cuffs)
I was talkin racks while you was talkin bucks (bucks)
All them boys they some pussy they some cucks (cucks)
Yeah I know they mad cuz I don't give a fuck (fuck yeah)

Yeah pockets fat, my bitch a bad one
Pop the whip and do the dash I'm finna go fast shun
Yo bitch like my diamond chain, I'm gon make that ass jump
Don't be talkin on my name, unless you got a backup

(2, 2) 2 tone on my wrist
Don't ask me where I got it cuz I gotta plead the fifth
Got yo bitch up on my dick, served it with a dish
Yeah they tryna take they shot but I swear they always miss huh

I'mma leave that boy up in the dust
I ain't really fuck with them cause they don't fuck with us
When they talkin racks I come in clutch
I made too much bands now I don't know who to trust
12 tryna put me in some cuffs (cuffs)
I was talkin racks while you was talkin bucks (bucks)
All them boys they some pussy they some cucks (cucks)
Yeah I know they mad cuz I don't give a fuck (fuck yeah)

VISUALS

CLUTCH [prod. isthatrage]

prod @ill000ki

wassup bih
out on all plats

damn prod ill

1000 tries (iconicmuzik)

@saintracks
@japanjapanjapanjapan
@cheffdvrk

posed 2 be us (prod. saintracks, japan, cheffdvrk)

Produced by Ezzie

(Lyrics)

Ya Ya Ya Ya 

Cash, money, yea she love the thrill (Yaaaa)(Bitch!)
How the world hatin, I'm the man still? 
Tan, blue, and pink pills (Ahhhhhh)
Ran all through your hood
Draco, up the wood
Ya-Ya-Ya-Yaaaaa (Ahhhhhh)
Draco
(Bitch!)
Nigga fucked up, get your bag up
W-W-Wake up, make a ten piece on my ass yea
L-Love my BM, Send that money when I ask, yea
He gon duck, I drop that mask, yuh (Ahhhh)
I been off the drugs, still might stain your plug (Yuh!)
Red flag, Big B, big Blood
(Bitch!)
Big SUV, We riding in, yuh this a Big truck
Opps talk a lot, we gon spinnat--- (Bitch!)
Ya, Yaaaaaaaa
Cash, money, yea she love the thrill (Yaaaa)(Ahhhhhh)
(Bitch!)
How the world hatin, I'm the man still?
Tan, blue, and pink pills
Ran all through your hood
Draco, up the wood
Ya-Ya-Yaaaaa
Draco
(Bitch!)
Nigga fucked up, get your bag up
W-W-Wake up, make a ten piece on my ass yea
L-Love my BM, Send that money when I ask, yea
He gon duck, I drop that mask, yuh (Ahhhh)

(Suwoo)

Draco

locked in (omgsmoove + brady)

made live!!!!!
https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2358651736

Insane (speakeasy)

BOTH SIDES

ProdByVen

lyrics
smoking on presidents 
make one call and slat come sending shots through your residents 
two wrongs dont make a right girl stop the pettiness
u cant fit my shoes and if u could u couldnt handle this yeah
idk why i rushed u
idk why i put the ring on your finger ion even trust u
idk what came to me shi idk why i fucked you
idk why i popped those pills just to prove that i loved you yeah

yuh yuh go and shake that ass hun
thumbin through those bills im in love with dirty cash son
i dont want a girl shi im still fucked up by the last one
heard your man make music well his music fucking trash hun

pull up to the bank boy im fucking up a check 
close your legs i only want the neck 
close your legs bitch i only want the neck
only want the neck
bitch i only want the neck
yeah them boys know how im coming
tried to get you to stop smoking bitch but u aint wanna hear nun yeah
remember last year a nigga was dressing bummy
picked up that mic all of a sudden cloud had turned sunny

I Dont Know Why

I done ran me up a check, everybody wanna look up
Now they looking at my neck, yeah, its filling up with baguettes
They dreaming ‘bout Pateks, and all my racks on the floor
So what’s up lil bro, what’s up lil buddy
Let me show how to get like this, hunnid racks gettin’ spent on Tris
Doing lines straight off her tits, how the fuck can I not get lit
This my way to not feel like shit, only way to keep up with this lifestyle, yeah, yeah, yeah

Everyday plottin’, thinkin’ of licks, one day I woke up and shot up some shit
I was just fiening, I was a kid, in love with the codeine but it made me sick (blargh)
I’m out in LA just looking for drip, driving through Rodeo gun by my hip
Belt to ass if you running up, had to ask ‘cuz I’m pullin’ up
Oh yeah he scared, adrenaline rush
That fear in his body makin’ ‘em hush 
Yeah, shhh, yeah, shhh
Yeah, shhh, yeah, shhh
Yeah, shhh, yeah, shhh
Yeah, shhhhh—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah—
(Yes bitch I’m a psycho, bitch treat me like an idol)
(When I speak you follow, my demons are in Gotham, running from sorrows)
(So baby just don’t let go, ‘cuz I’m tryna’ see how low I can go—)

I done ran me up a check, everybody wanna look up
Now they looking at my neck, yeah, its filling up with baguettes
They dreaming ‘bout Pateks, and all my racks on the floor
So what’s up lil bro, what’s up lil buddy
Let me show how to get like this, hunnid racks gettin’ spent on Tris
Doing lines straight off her tits, how the fuck can I not get lit
This my way to not feel like shit, only way to keep up with this lifestyle

Insane (speakeasy)

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