Get Em Drenched Feat. AyoTeo X Tay Capone

young bear-boss man bear

Ooooh

Hook:
I put her ass to sleep.
We was in the back of my house.
I was in the back of her mouth.
I put her ass to sleep.
We was in the back of my house.
I was in the back of her mouth.
(Repeat hook)
Verse 1:
Half past midnight.
Just got a call, girl said she coming over tonight.
Asked the female, what she trying to do?
She said, damn boy I can't sleep, I just want to come thru.
I said ok babygirl, you good.
Said she on her way, she only live 5 minutes from the hood.
Soon as she pulled up, I got excited.
Walked in the door, pulled out a blunt and said, Light it.
I lit the blunt and poured me a shot of whiskey.
She rubbed me across my chest, I said, oohh you feeling frisky.
Asked her if she want to go outside and do what we do?
She said she'd rather go in my room at watch some Hulu.
So we took a stroll to the back of my house.
Layed across my bed before I knew it, I was touching her mouth.
Digging her out, thumbs in the booty, this a late-night creep.
Said she was feeling restless, so I put her ass to sleep.

Hook:

Verse 2:
She climbed on top, ridin’ smooth like a chevy,
She took me for a spin, tighten up, she was kind of heavy.
Grippin’ on her hips while she whisperin’ sweet,
She call me DJ Hicks, she like how I mixed the beat.

Took control, now she grippin’ on my necklace,
Gave her back shots, now she singing about them cookies being reckless.
Said she need a break, but I’m just gettin’ started,
Told her "Ain’t no half-steppin’," Got her looking retarded.

My tongue doin’ tricks like a magic show,
She clappin’ back—sounded like a talent show.
She slid down south, had me lost in the zone,
Like a barber with the clippers, had me shakin’ my dome.

Had to flip her back over, time to finish the drill,
Like a baker in the kitchen, I’m just flexing my skill.
She's tapped out, now she snorin’ in a puddle of heat,
Mission complete—so I put her ass to sleep!

Put Her 2 Sleep ~ Apexitiez

An awesome track that rocks hard and disses tech bros while trolling Zuckerberg like a soundtrack.

A World Without Caesars

Hook:

When i think about it, I just think about you
about you
I just think about you
Running through the city we were moving to Smooth when I think about it baby i just think about you
When i think about it, I just think about you
about you
I just think about you
Running through the city we were moving to Smooth when I think about it baby i just think about you
Verse 1: 

The top floor lifestyle what we’ve been on lately 
26. Got my shit Poppin. 
She just says she likes the way I pop shit baby girl I like the way you drop it
We only going up from here 
Me and my team ball like Cavaliers 
Standing up here, looking down on my peers
 Every time I think about it, I might tear
When I think about my past sometime, I was selfish 
Had to get out of my old ways I left it 
Life moves fast soemtimes you cant help it 
Thinkimg i was wishing for the days when i was helpless
Hook:

When i think about it, I just think about you
about you
I just think about you
Running through the city we were moving to Smooth when I think

About u

Pikaçhu

Bean Talk

Who going. (Prod. Julioo + Unfazed)

Can’t sleep - late night - can you come thru
So many things I’d want to undo
One twist then blunt hits, to kill all numbness
Up in the summit, no curbing consumption
All the kids use up dollar bills but they ain’t paying
Life feels like a Hurricane, sure i aint ay bay baying
It’s me, not the topic when something coming up
I forget what I wanted to say
Just don’t forget about the one that’s in front of ya
When you going for the donk of the day 
Hope i clear house, hope it steers down
I’ll be on my own for half of a year now
Gamble my life but I’m losing the chips
Sky high fly by views from the six
Can’t know victory’s truly legit
Till you have your new life ruined a bit
What a nuisance it is to be boozing to fix
all the loose screws con-fusing you when the script
gets flipped and at the new you’s losing his shit
Soon entombed in the bedroom for a bit
It was june when she dipped, smoke plumes from the hit
World blocking my light like a lunar eclipse
But I knew I could spit hot fumes from the lips
Not flu but I’m sick rock 2s as my kicks 
Got rules to this shit, stock jewels on my wrist so 
If i grab the mic, not losing my grip tho

What a time to be alive
Kinda start to realize
I never wanna fuckin die
I think that I could learn to fly
Say I’m tryna levitate or something
I’m lit and heading up like an elevator button
Haters on mute so they never saying nothing
My soul’s what the medication’s touching

The man’s sick, spit in sanskrit
  Land out in Cancun, With a tan bitch
  My girl independent like a Cannes flick
But i still spit bars chewing on a xan brick
  I demand rips you ain't eatin Stan smith 
Man shit I got the heaviest bars: you can't lift
  Fuckin bandit, gold in my handgrip
But I’m posted on your girl’s gram liking Candids
Make a hater vanish, might pull a hamlet
Your man Can't stand the sight of blood like a damn crip
You can’t hit like a pitcher in the AL
Got a weighted scale like Richter and it pay well
All the dick riders prolly shoulda got a safe belt
Soda in the cup and it’s giving off a grape smell
Cherish hate mail, there’s a bake sale 
401k you ain’t even on my pay scale
Making so much green in the lime light it's embarrassing  
And when i get ahead I’mma shine brighter than harrigan
Rhyme for fine dimes, I’m fly and I’m arrogant
Challenging me is like trying to fight america
Watch hublot, drop new flows
You get tossed off the spot but it's not judo
I guess in the beginning i been a little forgiving
But when I’m hitting the limit I’m getting wickedly livid
I live in the lap of luxury lifting up my position 
They sitting my ass in custody cause the seniors were skipping 
I never really been lucky, but fuck the shit i been winning 
please excuse me for rambling, thoughts are being persistent
I’m faded, my vision is a 3-d Movie with the glasses off, 
Think I’ll love college more than Asher Roth
Curry I’mma splash a shot, don’t know if i’m sad or not
Hope this ain’t the Challenger, cause the homie blasting off

What a time to be alive
Kinda start to realize
I never thought I'd be this high
I think that I could learn to fly
Say I’m tryna levitate or something
I’m lit and heading up like an elevator button
Haters on mute so they never saying nothing
But I'm never sayin fuck it


The Departed (prod. By P Soul)

I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low
Now I guess im coping more
Stilled scared to walk into the open door
I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low
lowlowlow

Im getting too high for my liking
So high in the sky I could fly right by lightning 
I try writing to cope,  my mind fighting 
I hope. 
my eyes bright when I dont,
Try just lighting the dope
Pmac when he’s right a Sight to behold
My mind playing tricks on me I deciphered the code
My life on the edge of a knife and it shows
Im stifling those who give good advice to me yo
But lighting the dro’s better than the Vicodin tho
It’s frightening how I could throw my whole life in a hole
I can’t escape, so enticing you know
Wishing for the ice and the gold
But I’m only getting ice and the snow
On nights im alone
I like getting right in my zone
Smoking dro  by the light on my phone
Its taking me home
Face it straight to the dome


Gettin high 

I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low
Now I guess im coping more
Stilled scared to walk into the open door
I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low



(2:00)
I blaze mountains. weighed 8 ounces and counting
Game blouses. I aim out this range crouching
Red dot sight to your dames houses
Stayin spouting this ‘caine outta my brain loudly, proudly
Kill the english language now i got you speaking spanish
Think about my problems and i smoke em into ashes
Theres secrets in my mind and I’m opening the latches
I think we found the perfect high, I’m hoping that it lasts us
Tryna fight my demons feel like rope a doping cassius
My dosage getting massive, slower than molasses
Tell myself I’m chilling but i m knowing a habit
if i kept it up id be going for the casket
In a sea of codeine, I’m overboard the fastest
Throw my life away didn’t know no one would catch it
Smoking on grass, now my ass asthmatic 
Everyone toting sticks and drums like band practice

I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low
Now I guess im coping more
Stilled scared to walk into the open door
I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low

The Departed (prod. By P Soul)

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