BREAK A HOE - STITCH FT. MIKE DA RULA [PROD. BY FUNDRAISERS x PHIVEN]

Addiction featuring Moet Mac. 
Produced by Plure 
Mix and Mastered by SLIXX

UnderDeath- Addiction W/ Moet Mac (Prod. Plure)

09 - Wishful Dreams Ft. B!G FELLA

Watch It Fade To Dust

TEXAS:

Couple bitches coming from down the block off top getting top notch top, from a friend, 
But her friend, intercept, i regret letting her feeling something sort of with neglect,
So my hand reach between her legs now we all getting involved with.
As they pave the way to the bed, feel a number type ways, get developed in my tense felt head,
I’ma stress-filled young tight hence upset, asking if I really wanna see the next, next up flesh,
Who’s up next plotting on the hit list? Who gon’ text back quick? Who gon’ get back to back with the kid?
If i don’t text back I’ll get back in a minute, desperate deep down they pretending just to kick it
A couple minutes of spitting oh shit, see me slipping in double dipping is only if it hit, real different
from back, back to front, mouth-wide i’ma menace.


LOS ANGELES:

I just wanna rest in the west i feel like it’s aching my presence but how the fuck I’m in the past,
if I’m stuck in the present? Down south southern suffer coastless connection, I’m restless,
but anytime I’m back, still respected. West coast hoes, always putting they back up in it
It only taking a minute till i put it in the south, with a bitch so bad, I’m taking her to the pound,
Young boy from the west, how i end up in her mouth?

Real shit, how that bitch that you cuffing get on my couch? If she moaning gripping my clothing
I guess I’m airing her out bitch i’m ‘bout it thinking it’s ‘bout that time, time to kick out.
The bitch out the crib once i get off she get out.

I’m giving wood she never thought i would, i’m fucking on a thug bitch, different turf, from a different hood, and later with a new bitch, better lick it good. You don’t got to love me shawty thug me like I’m from your hood.

TX TO LA (PROD. ROBBFX & ENVYONGOD)

Lyrics:

All I see is rain
All I feel is pain (what what)
I cannot complain
Everything'll change (what what)
I feel so alone, 
When did I go wrong (what what)
All they ever say 
All they'll ever says (tough luck) 

When I wake up in the morning 
Ion know what to say
So ion say a fucking thing 
N just go on with the day
Cus I been searching for my purpose
N somebody who'll stay,
But I wind up on my own
Smoking blunts by the bay
N it was raindrops falling
Last time I seen your face
I jus wish I woulda known that we would never meet again
When I smell the Petrichor, remember why I love the rain
Cus it puts me in that moment n lets me live it all again (what)

BLUNTS BY THE BAY (PROD. KEJZI)

BLACK KRAY - BBY CASH OUT YOUNT(ft. $MOKEZ)[prod. F1LTHY]REMIX

[BG]:
ay ,
boot up.
ay 
cash out Yount, wit my who tucked.
ay
talkin bout a licc, we gon move some
ay
niggaz aint on shit, they so clueless.
ay
walking round wit sticks we gon shoot some. 

ay
bitch you bring you bring me chips, ion need love.
ay 
yes jewels on my neck, 
like a knoose bruh
ay 
fuck you got dat piece,
you ain't shoot nun?
runnin like a bitch when I pull up.

she got dat work, 
on me
ay
diamonds, 
don't need you bitch pay me a fee 
eat on dat bitch just like bon Appétit 
fuck is you talking? don't need me a thing.

death in my wood I be smoking on murda.
won't hit no damn bitch, but you play me I merk ya. 
don't try portray me to be no damn saint 
im way too damn young to be stressing bout fate. 

these niggaz aint blatant they stay with the faking. 
these bitches real stupid to fuck up my patience 
ain't worried but Nathan,
I'm still contemplating 
bout fuckin my dough an then cop a Mercedes 
I'm dope like the 80s 
ain't wit tha fugazi. 
you counterfeit, lazy 
no ain't bitch aint gon change me 
I'm no drippin no flaunt, a young nigga got sauce. 

she screaming she runnin, I'm up in her walls. 
don't worry won't rob you,
you don't sell no dank. 
dub f damn flame I be hard in da paint. 
bitches be stupid by saying they can't. 
betchu a dollar make her wanna fake
ay!

[RARI]:
Iced up, love this shit
Flip phone, baby, talking flick shit
Rimmed up, shit, when I slide through
Fours up, got it out the mud wrist blue
Crip blue, hunnid buck what I count
Cash out, the real cash out yount
Carbon ounce, love to smoke the whole down
Sell the shit, 'cause I'm lazy as shit

Same toes, down with that shit
Dirty love, baby in that white Benz
Boo'd up, tryna get that G-Wagon with that roof up
When the time for Rari ride 'round with that top down
Little money in the air when I shop now
Hit the block, son cold, talking shit now
Still pouring up drank on my wrist, wow
Big rims I stay when I ride 'round
And I'm street, all in they town
Shit, playing with that 9, cut the brick down
I ain't never had a brick but I'm bricked down
Brick boy, iced out, got me sick now

Only kick it with myself, wow
Fuckboy, y'all some damn clowns
In the sky 'fore I look down
Shined up, fly with them doves when I touch down

Iced up, love this shit
Flip phone, baby, talking flick shit
Rimmed up, shit, when I slide through
Fours up, got it out the mud wrist blue
Crip blue, hunnid buck what I count
Cash out, the real cash out yount
Carbon ounce, love to smoke the whole down
Sell the shit, 'cause I'm lazy as shit

BBY CA$H OUT YOUNT(remix)[prod. F1LTHY]

Execution (Feat.$nowdarula) prod.Xantu

Villain (feat. Bkthareaper x Gaxna x Nat)

Album: I Need Help But My Shadow Is Enough
https://youtu.be/qrKY__uZspI
Prod. Nost

VERSE:

Evoke this pain, I have no heart, These lucid visions play the part.
Step inside into my world and see the meaning of the dark.
So psychopathic in the pit, I puncture souls until they drop.
Give a fuck about the devil and them hoes that ain’t my job.
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, G.O.D.S. in this bitch.
Feel the presence of the six, when I get buck she can’t resist.
While I’ll be walking to my funeral I got this pistol to my head.
Nothing Else to prove, Just leave me be until I’m fully dead. 
All this ice inside my veins I feel like nothing else remains.
Restrain the phonk from all you lames this mossberg pump beside your brain.
Don’t lose your head, the wicked show no love. 
These flames residing from above. 
Bitch I’m stuck in hell, The Tainted one destructing all you hoes.

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The Reapers Calling (Prod. Nost) Music Video In Desc.

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STAY TUNED

G.O.D.S

BLUNTS BY THE BAY (PROD. KEJZI)

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