Dieout V2

NINEXTEEN & EDITH HEART - ANYTHING (INVERSE X INUYASHA)

nights

Prod me
Vocals and mix by Joshy!

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/joshy7/feelings

lyrics:

Remember when these bitches doubted on me
Never told me shit, and they said I wasn't it
And I do it on my lonely
And you call these niggas phony
And I see that money rollin', and
I came up from the trollin
And I'm like, what?
Never gon' tell me none
Never gon' tell me shit

I look at the ice, and it drip
I put my moncler on my fit
You ain't swaggin' like this
And I came up from that trip
why these niggas not real?
I'm ready for the real ass spill
I ain't talkin' no drill
And I'm comin' up into the hills

Put these niggas in a thrill
These niggas changin' for the bills
I ain't poppin' no pills
And I put this shit all on my will
And these niggas be makin' them deals, yeah

Remember when these bitches doubted on me
Never told me shit, and they said I wasn't it
And I do it on my lonely
And you call these niggas phony
And I see that money rollin', and
I came up from the trollin
And I'm like, what?
Never gon' tell me none
Never gon' tell me shit

I look at the ice, and it drip
I put my moncler on my fit
You ain't swaggin' like this
And I came up from that trip
why these niggas not real?
I'm ready for the real ass spill
I ain't talkin' no drill
And I'm comin' up into the hills

Put these niggas in a thrill
These niggas changin' for the bills
I ain't poppin' no pills
And I put this shit all on my will
And these niggas be makin' them deals, yeah

Tell Me Nun

#scfirst
1st verse: @plutoshorror
2nd verse: @heyyisaac
3rd verse: @last475
p. @novazalt

the end of the f***ing world

NewYearSameMe [Tylyar]

3-OH MY GAWD

SSGKOBE - INDEED

mixed & mastered by me 

Lyrics:

Do this on my Lonesome
I stay on my own
I stay, I stay on my Lonesome
Do this on my own

I stay, I stay on my dolie
Roll, Rollin'  hella dodi
She, She fuck with my brodie
Tryna hit me on the low

I still play with 40's
But I still ain't buy my own
I, I ran out of doja
But I'm still gon' pour my four

I'm tryna count my racks
Now your bitch tryna interact
You talkin' bout takin' her out to saks
I'm talkin' bout beatin' it from the back

Sometimes I really cannot lack
Cause I got demons on my back
Bitch, I put pain inside my gas
But that pain don't ever last

I be pullin' up with 40's
Sometimes I cannot lack
They be making hella stories
Sometimes I can't relax

I be chillin' on the lowkey
Just tryna count my racks
And goddamn, I miss my OG
But there ain't no comin' back

(If I had a heart)

Do this on my Lonesome
I stay on my own
I stay, I stay on my Lonesome
Do this on my own

I stay, I stay on my Dolie
Roll, Rollin'  hella dodi
She, She fuck with my brodie
Tryna hit me on the low

I still play with 40's
But I still ain't buy my own
I, I ran out of doja
But I'm still gon' pour my four

But I'm still gon' pour my four
And I'm still gon' pour my soul
And I'm still gon' roll my dough

And I'm stayin' locked in
We comin' kickin' down your door
Come and see who I really am
I'ma take them Benjamin's

I got blood up on my jeans
And A.R.P's is up inside
Got blood up on my hand's

The pussy boy was tryna die
What was that young boul thinkin'
That young boul was probably fried

Lonesome (hoku)

produced by yaripapi

lyrics :
yeah my bitches rock all black too
new balenciaga bag, they got tracksuits
yeah i'm countin' a lot of cash how my racks move
i know she see me everywhere, yea she mad too
damn i miss the girl with a tattoo
did i mention she got ass too
hop up in that whip and yeah i'm gone in that flash coupe
all these niggas textin' on your phone, they could have you
shit

if i was gone, would you miss me? let me know
yeah i barely got the time for you, cause i be on the road
cash flows, everything, gotta love the hoes
if you not satisfied with me, baby let me go
now i flex up
30 drum up in my pants, like who next though
got a freaky lil hoe, giving neck bro
yuh vamp hoe, she just left her teeth right in my neck bro

i can't sleep now, niggas playin' catch up
yeah she bumpin' proud, yeah she know i run my bag up
you wanna cry but ain't wanna show me that
i know you hate me 20 times cause i won't get you back
tell the truth
yeah i cut my bands right on this roof
got double twins tryna get me loose
yeah i'm too locked in, locked in
i can't leave this booth
if you wanna leave that's cool
cause i ain't waitin' til i'm on here no more

yeah my bitches rock all black too
new balenciaga bag, they got tracksuits
yeah i'm countin' a lot of cash how my racks move
i know she see me everywhere, yea she mad too
damn i miss the girl with a tattoo
did i mention she got ass too
hop up in that whip and yeah i'm gone in that flash coupe
all these niggas textin' on your phone, they could have you
shit

asther* :
man i put that gas so tell me how he get that
swear to god these niggas pussy they ain't get back
i just spent a bag at rick yea it ain't no handout
yeah, with my shooter i can never lack
damn i'm in the cadillac
till i beat they ass in a way they won't forget it
d&d lil bitch i'm vetted, you wanna fuck, say that she ready
i pop that glock out right up out that chevy
yo, bitch what the fuck you know bout getting bread
i be gettin' to that bread, they wanna give me head

diamonds this shit cold, yea this shit freezing up my neck
pull out 20 bands, the bank on god he stay in debt
i only care about all this money, swear to god
i'm countin' stacks, still the best, yeah, yeah

yeah my bitches rock all black too
new balenciaga bag, they got tracksuits
yeah i'm countin' a lot of cash how my racks move
i know she see me everywhere, yea she mad too
damn i miss the girl with a tattoo
did i mention she got ass too
hop up in that whip and yeah i'm gone in that flash coupe
all these niggas textin' on your phone, they could have you
shit

nights

jaymartyrr

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