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2023 playlist hoe

ft @saturn27 produced by @prodelxnce @kurai

[tropes]
cloak tattered , but itll never even matter
grippin on the bedside wanting something better
go get her , i see u staring at a letter
havent cried yet but never say never

inside a room of broken doors so
bind the ring and take my torso
took it out for less or more tho
filming me but whats it for tho 

the less u know the better , yea its whatever
its always gonna upset her , i put it all together
pull it down forever , im the worst one ever
so im charring the embers 

do you think you’re clever or something?
better than nothing?
theres on the one thing that i could say to you
saying some dumb things, im tryna feel something
setting a marker to ruin my day to you

woah, half of em will leave u for a joe dam schmo
im broke cuz i sell too god damn low
or too high , at this point i don’t know
a new die, but the same old roll

you cant teach an old dog new tricks
but a brand new seat makes a new sit
but i cant talk now im a nuisance 
im a bricked system so useless

woah, half of em will leave u for a joe dam schmo
im broke cuz i sell too god damn low
or too high , at this point i don’t know
a new die, but the same old roll

cloak tattered w/ saturn (elxnce + kurai)

i dont want that many friends in the first place (p. durao)

fake emotions

cru https://soundcloud.com/fuckcru
luvlxckdown https://soundcloud.com/luvlxckdown
6houl https://soundcloud.com/6houl
guami https://soundcloud.com/guamii

[sillyteam]

stuck up

cru + luvlxckdown - stuck up (6houl + guami)

ty ardist shoutout kkypr idk y but shout out kkypr

one time! (prod.faith monaco x vvspipes)

reason (prod. LIVING PUFF)

cherry soda

state 2 state

MORE

Too much in my nose
And I might overdose
There’s no point in talkin’ now
Cause they will never know

I pull up at the show
I’m feelin’ like a ghost
Funny feeling in my tummy
Collapse on the floor

Too much in my nose
And I might overdose
There’s no point in talkin’ now
Cause they will never know

I pull up at the show
I’m feelin’ like a ghost
Funny feeling in my tummy
Collapse on the floor

Pills from left to right
They told me “get it right”
If you wanna make the money
Then you gotta lie

Forget alibis
It’s ‘bout lullabies
Don’t trust your family
They’re not on your side

Sold my soul in august
And now I wanna back out
Damn this money crazy
Makes me wanna cash out
Devil wanna change me
Don’t make him mad now
If you wanna save me
It’s all in the past now

Chasin’ the money oh-oh
She suck on her o-own
If you want the diamonds
Bitch go get your o-own
I’m not one to co-own
I’m just on my o-own
Shoutout to them pills ‘cause
They make me feel at home

Too much in my nose
And I might overdose
There’s no point in talkin’ now
Cause they will never know

I pull up at the show
I’m feelin’ like a ghost
Funny feeling in my tummy
Collapse on the floor

Too much in my nose
And I might overdose
There’s no point in talkin’ now
Cause they will never know

I pull up at the show
I’m feelin’ like a ghost
Funny feeling in my tummy
Collapse on the floor

overdose

I LOVE YOU GUYS
@caponeti @admiinn @mimofrl @user-482553841

best dressed w/caponeti (prod.mimo admiinn lodoni)

@prodelxnce @maddubzmusic

rhymes:
bro gave me a pill and ima take it
i, keep a drak stick
room, bitch we shake it
racks, ima make it
tax, for a fake bitch
lax, how im shittin on em
i see 12 and i dont brake bitch
you see me winning and you hate it
wonder if you stuck around
maybe you'd be gucci down
i just took a trip around his block welcome to loser town
i just bought my bitch a burky bag told her to lose the frown
shooter he do 10 to life before he wear a cap and gown
circle that boy fucking block we gave his ass the run around
money comes and money goes
but fuck i like how money sound
that boy flexing like he up
fuck around, gun him down
drive bys be so normal now the neighbors used to ducking down
so much ice up on my neck they fucked around and brought the puck around
jeffery dahmer, put his bones up in the ground
call my phone i hit the pound
if i dont get you then my dogs will i send the hounds
please make room in your heart for me
i know its hard for you to see that
i try, early morning, late night
i just booked a plane ride
hoping you would stay mine
crossing over state lines
with you i spend my break time
i was careful with your heart its crazy how you break mine
your friends a hoe, so you a hoe, grapevine
im with my canines lil bitch we have a great time
pass my bitch the baggy i told her to break it up
they stream me cross the world i make bread while im waking up
but i dont make enough, im so used to taking stuff
she scared of commitment she so used to breaking up
bro gave me a pill and ima take it
i, keep a drake stick
room, bitch we shake it
racks, ima make it
tax, for a fake bitch
lax, how im shittin on em
i see 12 and i dont brake bitch
you see me winning and you hate it
wonder if you stuck around
maybe you'd be gucci down
i just took a trip around his block welcome to loser town
i just bought my bitch a burky bag told her to lose the frown
how many bodies whats your timeline
oblivious to what i might find
foot in the sand i drew a fine line
you and i this aint the right time
dont even try to lie to me
i know you switching sides, its time to see
i know that its hard to confide in me
thats the man im trying hard not to be
i paint her face like im a vandal
she said im a handful
they say "trevor whats up in your pants" i got a pantful
suicide doors up on the whip i dont like handles
never been so sure of this like this is not a gamble
randle, cunningham these bullets fly
i dont fuck with 12 not fucking with the other guys
only talk if its about the money
not talking otherwise
my bitch ass is real
and it match her thighs
girl dont play with me
i promise you dont want to
you said he just a friend i can tell he want you
curb my feelings very well wanna beat his ass i want to
she think that im fake af like bitch why would i con you
deep inside i wanna fuck, wanna get deep inside
wanna leave her with some feelings that she'll never find
again (againnnn)
again (againnnn)
again (againnnn)
again (againnnn)
bro gave me a pill and ima take it
i, keep a drake stick
room, bitch we shake it
racks, ima make it
tax, for a fake bitch
lax, how im shittin on em
i see 12 and i dont brake bitch
you see me winning and you hate it
wonder if you stuck around
maybe you'd be gucci down
i just took a trip around his block welcome to loser town
i just bought my bitch a burky bag told her to lose the frown

i like how money sounds [ + elxnce , maddubz ]

feat @nxrthstarr & @6vz
prod @justrolo 
cover art:
https://www.instagram.com/doyuromi
https://www.instagram.com/zzem.zzem
https://www.instagram.com/xxunew

lyrics:
[Chorus: nxrthstar]
Yeah, pussy boy talkin' that shit, man, I swear you look stupid, uh
Yeah, say I don't got no ho's 'bout to pull up with a new bitch, uh
Yeah, play my music at the function turn me up
Yeah, I just been poppin' them Percs, lil' bitch I'm booted up

[Verse 1: nxrthstar]
Yeah, yeah, that lil' bitch think I'm crazy, I'm serving mad like the eighties 
Shut the fuck up and just pay me 
I'm moving weight just like Jay-Z, uh, yeah, back in 95
I feel like Kanye I'm wavy, in a thirty going eighty 
I know he still tryna play me
Yeah, but bitch I'm ready, uh
Pull up put that poodle to your noodle moms spaghetti, uh
These bitches, talking that shit on the gang, man, I'm sorry that I'm so petty, uh
And lately I sleep with a gun, yeah, I sleep with a teddy, uh

[Verse 2: heroine diaries]
And I'm in the back seat with your bitch she wanna top me, uh
Oxy my blood, still cannot catch me
She in her dreams, she thought that she had me
Doing the fraud, try and get at me
Fiend for the clout, but he cannot pass me
He suck so much, that we call him Maggie
I took some more, so I'm feeling happy
I touch down LA, I'm hitting up Chef
Need me some courage, need me some ket
She blow me some much, I call her a ref
Leave me some lines, I'm doing the rest
Said it I meant it, I talk with my chest
Ex's are dead then I'm throwing a fest
Just like my Xanax them boys are pressed
They falling off, must be depressed

[Chorus: nxrthstar]
Yeah, pussy boy talkin' that shit, man, I swear you look stupid, uh
Yeah, say I don't got no ho's 'bout to pull up with a new bitch, uh
Yeah, play my music at the function turn me up
Yeah, I just been poppin' them Percs, lil' bitch I'm booted up

[Verse 3: viizzi]
Pop a Perc, I'm booted up
I just stuffed an eighth inside my Backwood, now I'm zoozted up
Bitch, my strap talk business, fully loaded and it's suited up
Walk into the function see your face up in that bitch and yeah, you know I'm finna shoot it up
Come with a K, like a Russian, no Juice
Bitch, I'm the goat check the stats for the proof
Double RR seats, got the stars in the roof
Sniffing that Charlie then I'm a set fire to the booth
I'm a set fire to the whole town
Spin your block turn it into a ghost town
And y'all wild on the 'Gram do the most now
I go wild on the stage sell the shows out

[Verse 4: viizzi & heroine diaries]
Nobody doing it like who?
Nobody doing it like us
Don't care what you say, I'm upping the rage
Play with my heart, I'm going insane
She giving me knowledge, she giving me brain
I'm upping the choppa you feeling the pain
Thinking it's Twitter but this not a game
Mad 'bout his bitch, oh what a shame
What a shame that we put him in a pack though
Hate me all you want 'cause you just add funds to my bankroll
New bitch badder so they hating but it's facts though
I'm an addict and they know it, what you asked fo'?

booted up (feat. nxrthstar & viizzi) (prod. justxrolo & rafiki)

GIVE ME BRAIN

HAARPER - GIVE ME BRAIN

everything by me

this shit way too boring i told the opps to come outside
codeine got me snorin i got that glock right by my side
this shit aint what it seems, he got some beef when he ordered some fries
we gon shoot a movie shoot a scene, but in this one u gon die

oh yeah 
oh yeah
he said that he outside but ion even care
cuz i got my girl suckin my shit up yk that im holdin her hair
this glock got a twin, all of my guns you know that they comin in pairs
ge got fake diamonds ik he embarrassed

yeah im eatin steak im coolin in paris
ya u a lame that shit is apparent
she call me daddy but i aint her parent
writin this shit feel like a declarent
he got no money that shit is embarrassing
walk on the beat just like i was heaven sent
build this shit up just like a development
and im gonna meet u on top of the building, man
ya pull up to his block and spin it like a ceiling fan
ya she wonder why i broke her heart and did dat 
well i got no feelings man

this shit way too boring i told the opps to come outside
codeine got me snorin i got that glock right by my side
this shit aint what it seems, he got some beef when he ordered some fries
we gon shoot a movie shoot a scene, but in this one u gon die

in this one u gon die
come outside u gon meet all the guys
call that shit eye for an eye
he shot his shot and got shot yeah

all of my diamonds they rocked out
he talkin shit he got knocked out
i do a show and i rock out
work it like a job then i clock out

i just went out to the jeweler 
i spent a bag while ur pockets hurting yeah
ur diamonds not like my diamonds
my water clear while ur water murky yeah
i call that shit perfect timing
way i go up when i be out workin yeah
im up in the club, ouu thats ur girl 
you know that she twerkin yeah

(me being fucking mozart innis ho)

eye 4 an eye prod kkypr

[Verse I: Scrim]
I put hemis in my auto to speed up to my bardo
Da Vinci code my blood line
Paint ya face like Leonardo
Ima grey stepper
Off the 8th letter
check my cardiac
More turnt than the Maury show when he say you are not the dad
G
Grey the gang stain a lame with the A
R
Relapsed off them bars before I nod I pop that
E
Enigma my stigmata baby momma hollering
Y
Young Christ baby I was sent here just to die

[Verse II: Germ]
praise the grey
G-R-E-Y
seize the day
no pain today
rollin’ dem blunts it’s a rollover crash
can’t see a thing
shit ain’t the same
Where the fire?
i could of caught a body
slimy highly likely crash the Masi
Oxys in my Yerba Mate diet
slidin’ flexin’ hopin’ they don’t find me
put up bitch better shut up
raptor truck pulled hopped out with the cutter
barber with me he ain’t on the clock
fades all day ima clean up the block
stickin’ and movin’ I do that a lot
rocks in my clock could’ve bought me a yacht
neck look like the ocean
I need a lifeguard on god

[Verse III: Ruby]
stand my fucking ground
lil shawty tryna fuck me up
spinnin round and round
my head feel like tires on a bus
no fuck boys allowed
grey 59 is an exclusive club
it looks like i drowned
all these diamonds got quality cut
ruby such a mystery
dodging all these inquiries
blame my dope addiction all on made up abstract injuries
on the road to misery my feet are fucking blistery
im not even dead yet but all of yall still missin me

DIRTIESTNASTIEST$UICIDE

I Dream of Chrome

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - I DREAM OF CHROME

[Verse I: Germ]
diamonds hit like pop rocks
we got too hot
lightin blunts with lava
we dont do the drama but the Oscars where I’m posted at Grammys on my neck
shoot for the stars I swear to god on that
ima need you to stand on that
im tryna tap in with your almanac
wavey homies hated I got demons in my basement
nigga might piss me off ima lay his ass down on the pavement dreads swangin’
smokin’ Jamaican lookin’ for all my payments
paper chasin Haitian
move the chains like 4th and inches
im here to slay ‘em
all this lean bitch i can’t feel my body
all these pills bitch i can’t feel my body
ain’t no love in my heart I dont feel nobody
keep it to my self I might lose it cant catch a body

[Verse II: Ruby]
white dove fly high
throw my 3s up in the sky
throw my 3s around my eyes and then i call it my disguise
mask off im just outchea with a raw face
ask me how i been and i draw blanks
hold tight til my claws break
full metal jacket kinda heavy
at the bottom of the fuckin lake i parked my chevy
waiting to die but i wasnt born ready
shaking up my life im just tryna hold steady
birds of a feather flock together
grey the fucking gang
aint no one could do it better
two odd numbers right behind a fucking letter
me slick and germ our alliance is forever

[Verse III: SCRIM]
i just popped a pill
pull up what the deal
pistol whip a pussy have em looping on a reel
wood grain wheel
chromed out rims
million dollar deals sign my name as H I M
tales from the north
back from the dead
hard to feel for a pussy when these thorns in my head
2 story grave
trauma on my wrist
3 fingers high other 3 in my bitch
i got problems that won’t go away
don’t understand cuz i been hitting pay
lord i pray that my bitch gay
new opps but my click grey

Center Core Never More

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - CENTER CORE NEVER MORE

better for us w/riptony (prod.lb66 & 3ds)

status prod cxdy + rio leyva + thankyouwill

@ezerkel @88kxri @4ernx @khnifee @xionorion

better for us w/riptony (prod.lb66 & 3ds)

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