Lyrucs:

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a brick to the head 

Stay sickle like a spine on trial 
When I’m Giles Old Corey keep it silent 
No fentanyl 

40 rocks, More weight, I’m might vomit 
Call me monetary gain, im a prophet
Save face, No shame, No stopping, No capping 
My retina, blank 
Stay blocking up 

Swing wide, go side 
Never age, Soul side 
Rewind, Benjamin 
Overtime, Dolls eye

Could vision, No flash 
But I’m full blind 
Overclock shifting No crash And I’m all fine 

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a trail of a witch 
Shit 

Feel lost 
Crow pack, Have my teeth picked 
Let em come back with the tides and I’m sea sick 

If I’m ever losing touch 
I’m out the back 
K.O

Cannot keep on taking shot 
Crack 
Sarajevo

Phantom pains is all I got 
Block 
Bodies in the gutter 
Cup of rot 
Duck thots 
Bye buttercup 

In the background 
Split me like a wing 
Huh 

Manufacture up 
Worship anything 
huh 

Getting dragged down 
Went in that thing 
Black hole 
Succ
Turn into a coiled up spring 

Go
Red light 
I’ll intersect that spot 

Call me six 
How I’m sensing the plot

The Heat From The Sun Is No

conan nobødy - Spin Around

Lyrics:

Under trees i could lay 
No shade 
I feel like Apollo But i feel no Pain 
Prolly im a dummy, No mannequinn 
But i cannot  shift anything 
On the minute I could change my Name 

No
Witch that could phase my brain 
Back with the shakels strapped, Untamed 

All up in the cut Like it’s bad blood 
Buds are bad crop 
Brain rot, Like I got bad Strain

Ghost 
Leave the scene 
Go burrow down in debris 
No control 
No receipt 
No buy back 
Drift with the leaves 
In my hell 
Forty feet 
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep
Leave my face 
Live in my space I paint opaque

Ice cold, Bitten like revved up pit bull 
I go hidden, Like a Debt never payed full 
Hollowed face stay marked no Sigil 
I could play my part  no vigil
Hooked up Taken by the breath like a dead bug 
With the baggage I’m a vet On the red rug 
Hall of fame lay tame 
Residual 
Sever connections 
Affection
Forget em all

Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets [Prod. Istasha]

Produced by: @deademane
vocals by: @istasha

Ninety-Ninety Rule (feat. Istasha)

prod. gorejit x hxlx x kiraw

Lyrics:

Blade in both hands
Shit I feel like the Ripper
Kill a bitch on sight
Big mouth on his Twitter
What the fuck do you want?
Bullets hit on his liver
Bitch I lurk in the night
Make that pussyboy shiver
Dance on your corpse
In my black Balenciaga
Babygirl calls me Daddy
I'm not even her father
So deep in her pussy screamin "please fuck me harder"
So many hoes only one that I want bruh

Make his body vanish
Now they wonder where he is
Livin fucking lavish
Shawty swallow all my kids

Your fucking body hits the floor
Cash in my dufflebag, but baby I want more
Hope you fucking try me
Imma body you on sight bitch
Test my fucking legion
Now you gamble with your life bitch
Level up on the daily
Bitch I need more fucking guap
I don't care bout you baby
Good Girl gimme top
Really thought you're my shawty
Didn't see my fucking worth
And you're not even sorry
How you treat me fucking hurts

Blade in both hands
Shit I feel like the Ripper
Kill a bitch on sight
Big mouth on his Twitter
What the fuck do you want?
Bullets hit on his liver
Bitch I lurk in the night
Make that pussyboy shiver
Dance on your corpse
In my black Balenciaga
Babygirl calls me Daddy
I'm not even her father
Blade in both hands
Shit I feel like the Ripper
Kill a bitch on sight
Big mouth on his Twitter
What the fuck do you want?
Bullets hit on his liver
Bitch I lurk in the night
Make that pussyboy shiver

Ripper

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GR1MREAPER

stream/download

GR1MREAPER (prod. Luga + Supavizor)

stream/download: https://symphony.to/ethan-ross/cone-gang-phonk

CØNE GANG PHONK

CØNE GANG PHONK (prod. Sensu & Lizzy)

Ayo Shneaky where’s my fucking beat

Toca toca toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca uh

Bem-vindo à minha casa
A festa nunca para
Uh huh!
Venha girar girar a-a-a-a garrafa
Uh huh!
Bem-vindo à minha casa
A festa nunca para
Uh huh!
Venha girar girar a-a-a-a garrafa

and if good things come to those who sweat, my bitch is living her best life
i threw everything else away, that’s how you get where success lies
i shine too fucking bright, like Ace, no glasses, hurting their retinas
i ain’t ever been that drunk i guess, that’s only up til the next night 

and we the greatest, fuck imitators
boy this ain’t music, this education
you know i may just, end up like Jason
i’ll take em down, with no preparation
and now we making so much, can’t be too concerned about the inflation
cos now i know what i’m worth, im making it work, ain’t no relaxation

elle aime quand je suis vantard
bébé regarde bien la musique c’est rentable pour moi hein
je manie plusieurs langages 
elle devine le prix de la bouteille de champagne dans mes mains

Oi!
Está pronto para isso?
Não acho porra assim caralho!
Ha ha ha ha
Agora a festa começa!

i used to be the worst now im the best in the class
im an addiction she tryna relapse
I feel like Sion, im undead with an axe
most of what i know i keep it under wraps
im in the moshpit
down a bottle of gin and we party
i just looked at a bitch and she lost it
then i went to her, it’s like a storm hit
baby just tell me which way you want it

Ah ah ah ah ah (tropa tropa) ah ah 
Uh huh 
Ah ah ah ah ah (tropa tropa) ah ah
Uh huh 
Toca toca toca toca vai
Toca toca toca toca toca toca
Toca toca toca toca uh
Um, dois, três!

 
Bem-vindo à minha casa
A festa nunca para
Uh huh!
Venha girar girar a-a-a-a garrafa
Uh huh!
Bem-vindo à minha casa
A festa nunca para
Uh huh!
Venha girar girar a-a-a-a garrafa
Uh huh!

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Istasha The Scrub