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saile - omg! prod affliction

lyrics cus i was spitting my heart out 

i said i just pulled that blick up
why you talk on my name? but you a shitter ion rock
with my T so i got pick up skipping shit but young tec fin do better
I can’t keep my head up
stop with all the bad talk
tell that nigga get some cheddar 
i’m fin serve the block with all the meds bruh
young tec the trending topic he needs paycut 

dont got a phone i need a pager
can’t talk to bitches i just say noooo
i just walked into the bank Hoe
and it ain’t winter but it stay (cold)

(death)
out of sight
i’m at his head
and that bitch
she want me dead
i just walked into this bitch like where’s my bed?
i can’t never feel the weather through a text 😞
and young tec ain’t going up no looking back
and i’m sipping on the rough that dj phat
niggas can’t guard so they hack
niggas speaking so they fed
i just walked into this bitch like where’s the meds
and that bitch won’t speak of me until i’m dead

til im dead….

til im dead prod me

@Zatru

(Tell me that you love me; you don't mean it.)
(She mad luh rid6r all on her speaker.)
T- T- Talking all that bullshit, fucking tweaker.
Bitch, we going up; I know you see it.
Sometimes I just wanna die.
Tryna get high, oh my god, oh my god.
She tryn suck my dick.
Baby, ya, ya, ya.
They can't do it like me.
Baby, nah, nah, nah.
Take a look around, I see my sons.
K- Keep that semi-auto? Shoot that fucking gun.
Give a fuck about a follow? You a fucking bum.
I don't need your fucking money, bitch we already got bucks.
(B- Bitch we already got bucks.)
(Yuh, yuh)
I dont wanna talk to you, bitch you sound lame as fuck.
Got them pills in my pocket pop it in my gut.
I got hoes, I got options, I might fuck this slut.
Bitch, we next up.
Yeah, you said you feel the same?
Bitch, I flexed up.
Know this shit it took some pain.
But it won't always feel the same.
T- T- Talking all that bullshit, fucking tweaker.
Bitch, we going up; I know you see it.
Sometimes I just wanna die.
Tryna get high, oh my god, oh my god.
She tryn suck my dick.
Baby, ya, ya, ya.
They can't do it like me.
Baby, nah, nah, nah.
Take a look around, I see my sons.
K- Keep that semi-auto? Shoot that fucking gun.
Give a fuck about a follow, you a fucking bum.
I don't need your fucking money, bitch we already got bucks.
(B- Bitch we already got bucks.)
(Yuh, yuh)
I don't wanna talk to you, bitch you sound lame as fuck.
Got them pills in my pocket pop it in my gut.
I got hoes, I got options, I might fuck this slut.
(It won't always feel the same.)

Perception

Perception (Prod. Zatru)

sample: https://soundcloud.com/0129834765/fuck-face-coon-who-just

sickofmyself

Drunk!

in the end its only me

@h4blackasf @bkwds
ep before the tape soon

tried to patch my bullet wounds with sorries
fixing it by sippin more bacardi
solitary ion even party
everybody hate jus know im never the one starting
well, what now u got what u wanted
they just mad i always walk out stuntin
notice me n i ain have to flaunt shit
dripped down in designer but these hoes lay on my conscious

everyday im balling
dial money, call it
with my chips im all in
hating but u stallin
its just so appaulaing
everynight i stay up
even when i go to sleep
im dreaming of that paper
dont know what to call it
weirdos tryna fake love
sugarcoating all their envy
feel it on my tastebuds
pull up but chu play bluff
pussy boy better shape up
leave dat boy he stay stuck
my whole crew jus straight thugs
why i never fake trust
all my niggas heinous
sin i relish in is lust
all this love is tainted
we is not acquainted
somehow all my words lost in translation
left alone to get more green i need all my wasabi
shot in the heart like balloons deflated

tried to patch my bullet wounds with sorries
fixing it by sippin more bacardi
solitary ion even party
everybody hate jus know im never the one starting
well, what now u got what u wanted

in the end its only me

kill