Lyrics:
take ya gucci bag, take ya gucci swag, captain of the ashe, aint never had, any fuckin class, face got da rag, face got the mask, take ya fuckin bag, turn around hittem with a mothafuckin choppa, bop ya, chop ya, gotcha me fellin like a mobsta

take ya north face, straight from your grave, make ya bitch, my mothafuckin slave, sittin in my room all fuckin day, starin at my blade, makin me cray, makes me wanna spray, make me get da k, bitch, i dont play,  your death day, now ya life about to fuckin fade

gotta banana clip, betta dip, let it rip, shoulda kept ya fuckin lips, zipped, little ass motha fuckin, lil bitch, now i got ya hoe on my fuckin dick, tell ya hoe i love her, lying like shit, kick her out the car, while she starrin at the drip, if she dont wanna fuckin listen, get pistol whipped

Take Ya Gucci Bag

Ghetto g0d

Producer/Lyrics @god-kyng-j
Big ol doinks
Merry Christmas ya filthy animals

[Verse 1]:
We be bangin, slangin, bodies mangled, 
speakers wangin, hoes be clangin, 
kick ya in da head like the green ranga, 
dont be a stranger, BITCH BOY, 
let me entangle, you in my web of hate,
no debate, cant relate, 
put you in da fuckin grave, 6ft under, 
dirt soft from the rain and thunder,
hear ya blunder, buss, shits rough, 
always talkin tough, tryin to call my bluff, 
now you nothing but fuckin angel dust, 
smoke you up

[Verse 2]:
Watch me fly off on my broom, 
looking so fuckin cool,
shoulda stayed in da womb, 
should of never let me out,
my fuckin tomb, time to die, 
time to cry, put ya in da sky,
get ya wings and fly, dont give a fuck, 
bitch you fuckin die, hit ya in da head,
with da loaded 44, hit ya in da fuckin nose,
put ya in da fuckin dirty hole, toe suckin,
broke lookin,  motha fuckin roach, 
i dont give a fuck, bro, youcangetthefuckupoutmycar

Been walking dead since I was born

Back Street Goblin

B0$$ Hog

Karl Malone

F# Major
135 bpm
Produced/Lyrics: @god-kyng-j

[VERSE 1]:
ima physcomotha fucka comin through, look 4 you, 
got the knife in one hand and the shotty in the oven, 
light em up and then i turn em into butter, like no other,
dont bother, do we got a problem, bitch lets solve em, 
been ballin, since 89, all the time, pop lock, drop and shine, baby,
im the kyng of this shrine, been goin out my mind, 
still stay on this  grind, feelin tired, pressed rewind, 
hit another line, gotta clean up, aint even tryin 
feelin like a fuckin slime

[VERSE 2]:
hooty hoo, im dat fuckin scarecrow, 
watch the crow go, as the wind blow,
dumb bitch, cant lose me in the snow, follow the blood flow, lemme get some bop, den drop dis hoe, white on her toes,then some white in her fuckin nose, 
should already know, bitch shoulda been gone for so long, am i wrong, to bring my gun, shoot it so much that bitch
bright as the sun, and its about to explode,
but its already time to move on to the next episode, 
doing all these drugs and i still aint dead, 
guess its time to make my bed, bitch
i'm bloody, mothafuckin bloody red

Bloody Red

Producer/Mixed by @god-kyng-j

[Verse 1]:
pull up on the block, lookin hot, 
lookin to slang some mothafuckin rocks, 
duckin and jukin, all these fuckin ops, 
followed by the flock, strapped with the glicky and da glock, 
lookin for a punk to let this mothafucka pop,
ya i brought the gang, and we lookin for some dames,
slayin all these lames, stay the fuck up out my lane, 
im just sayin, super saiyin, 
got the hairtrigger on the draco, start sprayin, 
put 30 in his brain, turn blood into rain

[Verse 2]:
are you easy to scare. at the edge of no more, 
metal to the dome, its the 44, 
cant remember the last time i took pleasure in living nomo, 
those that make me the bad guy? guess we'll never know for sure, 
so ill take another hit, and stop caring for a bit, 
but theres always another day, so who gives a shit,
get some bop from ya hoe, and kick her out the whip, 
fuckin withda devil clique, ya boys can suck my fuckin dick

Corinthian And The Smiling Man

Frenemy

Lyrics
[VERSE 1]:
Drink some lean, smoke some fuckin green,
dat 44 gonna gleem, as she fuckin scream
hop up in the beam, 
the m, 
the 63, 
lookin clean,
muggin out the fuggin window 
and 
im lookin fuckin mean,

pass me the bottle
the pains so hard to fuckin 
to swallow,
im living everyday
like there aint no fuckin tomrrow
Ya boys wanna die?
cause my brains already fuckin fried,
so i slide,
hop in the yacht,
tryin to hide that my
eyes are fuckin blood shot,
but i cant lie,
when i'm chokin up 
all these mothafuckin blood clots

[VERSE 2]:
Mix the blood
with da the henny
we reppin triple 6
down in tenny 
tip her a few bennys
so she'll suck on my dick
im out this fuckin bitch, 
hit another fuckin lick and 
you know i brought the clique and
we throwing up dat crucifix,

bitch im gone, waving to the bitchs and
all the fuckboys, 
bitch so long, 
pass that bong, hit that shit like im fuckin
tommy chong, 
i dont give a fuck cause 
i am the law, break your fucking jaw, 
(HOES SCREAMING, AIMING AT YA SKULL)

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