🎹 Produced By ▶ @ItsTax @killmiri

Lead ▶ @killmiri
Drums/Effects ▶ @ItsTax

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The WA Files

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-n_DrZkoi8
LYRICS
Choppa too hot get a heat stroke
Deep inside the box im a kidney stone
If you came to watch can you just leave me 'lone
You know slay gon be on top that b*tch set in stone
Neck and wrist is full of rocks got em filled with stone
Heard that boy is tryna box title take it home
No that boy dont got no drop no he dont got no lo'

Fine sh*t gon give me top i give that b*tch a load
Every song is off the top somehow i talk the most
Hop in that b*tch yea new moshpit
Bad a** b*tch tryna swap my spit
Close them legs i dont want no kids
Cant have no sex i dont want that b*tch
Okay talk that talk yea speak that facts thats more like it
Boutta pop that chop right at yo top that sh*t might split
Ben Ten watch boutta Ben Ten flip my style boutta Ben Ten flip this b*tch
Best friends we are not best friends if she gon suck my d*ck and all dat sh*t
Uh uh uh
Lets go motorolla
Shoot this drake its not a game i dont got no controlla
Take this mask off not the same cant wait for october
Take this mask off not the same cant wait for october
Slay outta space, Slay going solar
Get outta my face, i dont even know ya
Yea n*ggas in georgia shout out cousin toya
Yea n*ggas in georgia where the hoes at i need em
Yea whip boutta floor ya, i dont give a f*ck bout no speed bump
Yea im not no john cena i make sure they seen us
Cant forget a damn thing might as well get some peanuts
Different keys for different speeds you know you gotta keep up
Different keys for different speeds yeah

Choppa too hot get a heat stroke
Deep inside the box im a kidney stone
If you came to watch can you just leave me 'lone
You know slay gon be on top that b*tch set in stone
Neck and wrist is full of rocks got em filled with stone
Heard that boy is tryna box title take it home
No that boy dont got no drop no he dont got no lo'

Set In Stone

psykotic

Whats Happening

Flow State (Prod. Waera & Tax)

Y2K (Prod. Waera & Tax)

Sack Boy (Prod. Waera & Tax)

Builder Man (Prod. Waera & Tax)

Love Blur

prod slayr & wa

Dont tell me what you owe
Cause you wont live that down
I call her sloppy joe
The way that she get down
Let off another round
I smoke another pound
2nd round
Imma knock em out this time
You said you love me but you never gave a single sign
Im always gonna focus on the ways to ease my mind
Tell me your feelings and ill find a way to make you mine

Whats the cost
Whats the cost ill buy it now
My brain tell me the song
Dont gotta write it down
Whip so big it fit everybody
Come outside like a fam of clowns
I put a god damn X in my body
Still got my ex dancing to my sound
Looking for booty bitch give me the loot
She put her booty on me in the coupe
She wanna lean with me no juice
She wanna Lean Wit Me rip juice
I step on shit like puss in boots
Im the best you get im never 2
1 of 1 im never 2
Number 1 im never 2
Fucking with me gonna leave with a tooth gone fucking with me gonna leave with a bruise
She wanna throw that lil pussy on top of me little do she know im knocking it loose
Got all type of tools that gonna send you to school
Got all type of tools bitch i know that im bool
Got all type of tools, shit hit your body
Got all type of tools, shit hit your body
Got the bass blasting when i swerve that maserati
Got the bass blasting be aware when you around me
Hear that bass
Hear that bass
You not safe
Hear that bass bitch

Dont tell me what you owe
Cause you wont live that down
I call her sloppy joe
The way that she get down
Let off another round
I smoke another pound
2nd round
Imma knock em out this time
You said you love me but you never gave a single sign
Im always gonna focus on the ways to ease my mind
Tell me your feelings and ill find a way to make you mine

Sloppy Joe

prod slayr & chris marek

Thats my type of fun
Her head trash i dont answer thats a hit and run
I done popped one, that a bean
Finna drop some, make ‘em lean
Got them rock drums, ears bleed
Got them rock drums, ears bleed
Got them clothes and stuff
Can i dress myself
Got a nut to bust, she tryna help
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi
Score more goals then messi
Keep it pushing you aint from this side
Leave you out to dry, send you to the sky
If you tryna push some motion go head wait outside
Please dont blow my high, please dont kill my vibe
I got blood on my wall
I slay dragons in the fall
You is not a real slayer nigga check my protocol
I aint never see you swag, you is just a odd ball
So much money build a skyscraper, fuck what bob saw
He dont got no more bricks then me, im the top dog
This my shit im making history, always ball hog
So much money bitch im counting more than the odd squad\
Bad bitch call me daddy i am not your pop pop
Some my niggas serving crack just like they fucking pop pop
Serving crack like its the 80s wipe yo nose bae
Serving crack like its the 80s wipe yo nose bae
Serving crack like its the 80s wipe yo nose bae

Its time to stunt hoe
From the nose bleeds to the front row
From the nose bleeds to the front row
From the nose bleeds to the front row
He tried to call me twin but he my son tho
If you aint here to stunt then what you come for
Who the hardest out here rocking i keep it a hundo
Im the elephant inside the room im going dumbo
Play with gang you done’zo
Buh buh buh gun smoke
Turn his brain to gumbo
This aint what you want hoe
Who ready to stunt and die
Who ready to rumble
We get wild like jungle


Serving crack like its the 80s wipe yo nose bae
Serving crack like its the 80s wipe yo nose bae
Serving crack like its the 80s wipe yo nose bae
Serving crack like its the 80s wipe yo nose bae
Got them clothes and stuff
Can i dress myself
Got a nut to bust, she tryna help
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi
Wock, soda, pepsi

Wipe Yo Nose ft ezcodylee

prod slayr

She on that pole going crazy
Hoe going crazy
Nobody made me
Out of body, crazy
More molly, fading
More molly, fading
No body, gravesite
Hoe how you taste yeah
Hoe go on facetime
Im bout to slay shorty
Yea its slayr
Pick your pace up
Pick your pace up

Make sure the fam good
Make sure my hoe good
Lets put some amp to it
Lil slay i am good
Did what i could for her had high hopes her man would
Did what i should for her had high hopes her man could
Okay, MIA
A different state im traveling im leaving day by day
I put some racks inside her bank that shit might make her day
I shoot my shot right to that hoe like my name Ali-a
I had love for you
You held my life tying my shoes
I dont wanna feel thats all i do
When nothing is real you are my true

She on that pole going crazy
Hoe going crazy
Nobody made me
Out of body, crazy
More molly, fading
More molly, fading
No body, gravesite
Hoe how you taste yeah
Hoe go on facetime
Im bout to slay shorty
Yea its slayr
Pick your pace up
Pick your pace-
I let her go for some reason she a dancer now
Am i alone this song should give you the answer now
I wanna go i got no time for the banter now

Power 4

prod slayr, doxx & wa

You know im on
Im fighting for your love but that dont seem like what you want
Tell me what is bothering you if you want
Tell me what is bothering you if you want
Im eyeing you up and down
Down and up
My first love was so classy yea she never gave a fuck
I only told her one thing fuck your man yeah
Im tryna be her only man thats the plan yeah
All i do is work, dont gotta say a word to me
Yes i can do anything like its magic constantine
Im racing for my dream, hope you racing for your dream
I wanna let go im tired of you holding me
tired of you holding me
I wanna let go im tired of you holding me
tired of you holding me
I wanna let go im tired of you holding me

I got a friend for your friend yea lets do it to it
baby your man aint no man he really just stupid and clueless
No im not newer to this
Pockets so strong they juicing juicing
Niggas got no excuses
One wrong move then i gotta say deuces
In a rental, money stand tall
You cant take a loss, win everything
And i still evolve, yall cant keep up no more cause i still evolve
All this shit so easy peasy
Lollipop like weezy weezy
Get ‘em rocked so easy easy
Hella G’s not talm’ bout eazy
Stunt with ease yeah shout out ez
Bitch said that she wanna leave me
Told her im not going for it
You look better then the stars i see
You dont got no time no

All i do is work, dont gotta say a word to me
Yes i can do anything like its magic constantine
Im racing for my dream, hope you racing for your dream
I wanna let go im tired of you holding me
tired of you holding me
I wanna let go im tired of you holding me
tired of you holding me
I wanna let go im tired of you holding me

Holding

prod slayr & wa

Send the hoe, unreleased she like my vault
Drop like me indeed you’ll flop
Swerve that whip i leave the cops
I understand i did you wrong but thats not all
I understand i did you wrong but thats not all
Least im not lying shit
You do that same thing and i act like im alright with it
Mp3 homicide, Mp3 homicide
808s lose its mind, 808s lose its mind

Mp3 homicide, i cant call this hoe my bride
My air forces are all white, dont take force to rock that mic
Ball like slay i aint tryna be mike, these hoes weird they not my type
I cant trust me no hoe
Ball like rugby, bulldoze
Dummy, im gone
Run me, my dough
18 years old, mind of a wise guy
Im not ty but i got me dolla signs
Shout out tai yea thats my slime, shout out wa yea thats my slime
Im boutta put this on fox 9
I dont need no bitch to have a good time, i got money and wine
Hoe i got money and lean, happiness not what it seems
I gotta find a new scheme get that bag, ot your bag you cant even brag
Game time nigga theres no more lag, Shikamaru this shit a drag
I cant fall for that bullshit you doing, money and swag this shit congruent
Used to be swag now im only slayr, 10k ring 9 more to spare
Boxing ring tryna punch with flare, designer jeans they cant even tear
Dont give a damn we gon come with the motion you feeling the breeze you know that im there
Dont give a damn niggas know im the best at this shit no im never supressing a thing
Versatile as a bitch imma talk on this hoe and then right to your hoe im a sing
I put a perc in my body cant say it feel good cause i dont feel a god damn thing
Yeah she said that she tired of me but then tell me why your friend wanna link
Tell me why your friend wanna talk, tell me why your friend wanna gawk
Bling bling bling my stones on rock, cha- cha- ching just chos and crops
Green green green got so much gwap
I got fetty, guap lil boy
Get your pennies up lil boy
Get your fetty up

Send the hoe, unreleased she like my vault
Drop like me indeed you’ll flop
Swerve that whip i leave the cops
I understand i did you wrong but thats not all

Y2K (Prod. Waera & Tax)

Tax

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