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AYLIEN BLUE - ACiD ANGELS STAiN!

production inspired by 6 dogs , rest in peace .

living dead , 342 prod soldperc

she said “ boy you’re no good for me “
she said “ i’m going away for a long time “
she said she’s “running away” from me
she ripped the heart out my chest left me to die

i need you to be lying
one of two we match rare scars 
only one who said i’m enough
why would you run from my heart?

she said “ boy you’re no good for me “
she said “ i’m going away for a long time “
she said she’s “running away” from me
she ripped the heart out my chest left me to die

oh why

no good

we wouldn't get along anyway

generational depression

u said you’d ruin my life i thought u were joking low and behold

prod. october

lyrics:
and she kno im made for dis
hands up wit the sleeves down, see the slits on my wrist
buh- bands up we can sleep now man the whole day was shit
huh- handouts ion need those man im too talented
i get what you saying now
not concerned about these baddie bitches all my niggas get em and they slay em

and i been a trap god now what u need?
in the back wit yo girl yeah we sippin tea (that vanilla bean macaron was UH)
i been od smoking feel the joint up in my knees
chun li dont speak his language yeah she speaking guapanese
ha, means she only speak to me

and she kno im made for dis
hands up wit the sleeves down, see the slits on my wrist
bands up we can sleep now man the whole day was shit
handouts ion need those man im too talented
i get what you saying now
not concerned about these baddie bitches all my niggas get em and they slay em

catch me a fuck nigga make em lay down
sometimes a young nigga wanna lay his head down

slay 'em prod october

Lotta paper in my pocket I got green in this bitch 
I done downed too many shots I’m finna tweak in this bitch 
Ryan sold another cart he servin’ feins in this bitch 
Hella tats up on my body got a sleeve in this- 

Why you dissin’ on that soundcloud when you know you not gon bang shit 
Nigga fuck that set and fuck yo’ clique and who you came with
Shawty roll my blunt but baby please don’t ever lace it 
Fuck the opps and bitch I hope my niggas make it 

Why the fuck that nigga buy a glock when he don’t shoot shit 
Aimin’ at yo’ top and everyone you in a coupe with 
Why you claimin’ morbid nigga you could get yo crew hit 
Nigga I’m yo’ father I’m that pussy nigga blueprint 

Choppa make you do a backflip 
Ridin’ with a bitch up off the gram but she a catfish 
I don’t fuck with niggas cause they steady on that act shit 
I ain’t jugg that nigga cause today I’m on my trap shit 
Take yo’ hoe and crack shit 

Rapping on my type beats
Feel like I’m carti woke up nigga soundin’ like me 
I told the bitch to shut the fuck up suck the dick don’t want no wifey 
I got rick up on motherfuckin’ feet he rockin nike 
Glock to a pussy nigga chest fuck up his white tee

Lot of paper in my pocket I got green in this bitch 
I done downed too many shots I’m finna tweak in this bitch 
Ryan sold another cart he servin’ feins in this bitch 
Hella tats up on my body got a sleeve in this-

generational depression

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