Lyrics:
I know my ex hella mad she know I'm the man it'll take her some time to admit
I done ran up on a bag I know niggas mad I got the shit jumping like crickets 
Hold up
She say my name when I'm in it
She want that Skyte dick go cop a ticket 
Thick ass booty man it look like a biscuit 
I'm tryna cheat on my bitch imma risk it
Only thing that touch her lips is my dick tip
Bitch imma blow in this shit I'm relentless
Bitch I'm like no other 
My brother said fuck a gun he got cutter
We ain't finna speak on that its undercover
I walk in the bank on me I feel like gunna
My choppa just spazz and clap it sound thunder
That bitch finna hit yo momma and your brother 
I slide on these beats better than some butter
My flow just keeps heating up like "Is it summer?"
Brought it from the bottom nigga yeah the gutta 
I run up on him like boy give me them racks
You can call all of the niggas you know in the world but I swear you ain't getting it back
Don't understand how a nigga can chase down a bitch you need to go chase down a sack
Soon as I download the beat and put it in fl you know that that shit is a wrap 
We catching bodies and smoking they pack
This bitch caught me cheating I'm still finna cap
I put it on god I'm still finna cap on that hoe
From the back I be smacking that hoe
Niggas keep playing this gat finna blow
This nigga pussy he cap bout a pole
Solluminati im snatching his soul
That's right lil n*gga imma snatch that 
Got two big stick in my backpack
You a lame n*gga trapping on snapchat 
O my god
O my god
O my god
O my god
How you still broke need to go get a job
Rod stay on me like the wizard of ozz
I done came up and I look like a boss
She want my dick but it come with a cost
Yeah u better pay up
When it turn night I stay up
I end the night with my nut on her makeup
Booty so thick thought this hoe from Jamaica 
Roll up a wood while I count up my paper 
Fuck bout a cape I would never go save her
Bitch Im Mqueen and your n*gga is Mater
I do not know you don't ask for no favor 
U catch this fade ian taking no taper
I'll have you running for Myles no maker
Go hide ya bitch I'm still finna take her

#ADMITIT [@therealskyte]

Shot Blocked! [Ayowitty + Wheretfisray]

skyte x gohanxds - how u feel [prod. peso]

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Skyte- Bad Twins

FINALE

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More from Skyte!
Youtube:
www.youtube.com/channel/UCJFXu-IFUxpnvXkAHEroIVQ
Apple Music:
music.apple.com/us/artist/skyte/1521974191
Spotify:
open.spotify.com/artist/1Ns95vooI1gESBvt8cEt9U

Lyrics:
She crying me to sleep 
Constant deprivation my body feeling weak 
You aint been here in months and I still smell you on my sheets 
Still see you in my dreams 
I just can't get enough 
(omg)
Do all I can and i aint did enough 
Play hard to get she won't just give it up 
When I'm falling down
Will you pick me up?
Money all around 
Do wanna stay or what?
Stay on that side girl we aint making up 
Watch the moon rise I sit back and face my blunt 
And in due time you gon face the repercussions 
I can't lose mine 
I can't lose mine 
Buy you anything you wanted bae what's your shoe size?
Gave you my heart I'm moving like I got two lives 
She asks what we are depends on what we do tonight 
I don't wanna argue I don't care who's right 
Time changes 
Shes playing mind games knowing I hate it
Young shipman losing my patience  
So much on my mind I can't fucking take it 
(I just can't get enough)
Get enough x4
I can't get enough  
Get enough x3
I can't enough 
X4 get enough 
I can't get enough 
Get enough 
I cant get enough

cant get enough + jackwya x saturngates

How I Felt

QuarterBack! (Prod. yungharii x prodspder)

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