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south

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Dedinsaaaaa1d

Trae - No Help Ft Z - RO

SATISFIED W/ FRDM

no doubt ft. kasstro (prod. lucid soundz)

DIRTY HOEZ

Falling Down

Lil Peep & XXXTentacion - Falling Down

BITCH NIGGA
BIT BY A SPIDER

PREMEDITATE IT
I SPIT LIKE A WRITER

I (W)RAP NIGGAS
HITTING IT TIGHTER 

FINISH MY ART 
I MIGHT PULL AN ALL NIGHTER 

YUH THIS NIGGA 
MOVE LIKE A SPIDER

IM IN THE WEB NIGGA PASS ME MY LIGHTER RIGHT
(QUICK)

FLICKERING BRIGHTER
BICKERING BITCH I MIGHT STICK HIM MIGHT FIGHT HER

YO WRIST SLIT
PUSSY ASS NIGGA I BEEN THERE I DONE THAT 
YOU PUSSY YOU RUN THAT 
YOU SWITCHED NIGGA
FLIPPING LIKE BURGER
YOU RAP WIT NO FURVER
I RAP LIKE IT’S MURDER, I DITCH NIGGAS
WHOLE ASS FRIEND GROUPS
HOE ILL END YOU
ON MY MENU
LAP NIGGAS
RAP LIKE 10 YOU
NIGGA TALKING SHIT BUT
HE CAPPING LIKE HIS FRIENDS DO

SICK OF WALKING INTO YOU
HAPPEN CUZ IT TEND TO

PICK APART A PUSSY WHO
TAP IN AT THAT VENUE

PETER PICK UR PEPPER UP
PIPE HER LIKE WE MEN DO

I HOPE THAT MY RAPPING
IT SLAP AND IT
OFFEND YOU

BITCH BITCH
BITCH BITCH BITCH

SNITCHING ON THE HOMIE
YOU ACTING LIKE A FED

RICH RICH 
RICH RICH RICH

WE FUCKING UP A WEB
AND DEVELOP TIL WE DEAD

YOU GET SPLIT
DOIN THE SAME SHIT
SHOOTING UP YA CREW 
AND THE PEOPLE THAT YOU CAME WIT

ARACHNID 
GIVE EM A CRACKED LID
IM PRACTICED
RAP THIS
WITHOUT NO ADLIBS 

I BAG THIS
TAG THIS
SAVE IT FOR BREAKFAST
I WRECK THIS 
IM IN THE NEXUS
IM NEXT BITCH

DO IT BIG
MIGHT AS WELL DO IT BIG
A FLUID RIG 
BONG LIKE INHALING A SEWER LID
A SCREW IT KID

(1:13)
SIGHT
Lights in my eyes in the night
DYKE
fight all you niggas like MIKE
RIGHT
where am i who do i like
HEIGHT
flight to the moon on a kite

gutters, with the mice
eat-eat-eat-eat
hey bro pass a light
burning tiki

freaky on the mic
streaking vision
human missin’
alien must complete mission

sucka niggas
wanna know me
just listen
tuck a stogie
homie 
get that shit fizzing

public pissing
police dissing
we might be
dry snitching
no fucks given
I’m high g

Fuck yo feelings i am not of yo race bitch
say what i want the front-o in my face bitch
I JUST WANNA SEE YOU IN MY WEB
I JUST WANNA SMOOOKE TREE TIL IM DEAD                                                     


BITCH NIGGA
BIT BY A SPIDER


BITCH NIGGA
BIT BY A SPIDER

SPIDER GANG (PROD. SOLSA X WENDIGO)

PRIP

She like this dick cuz that shit ain’t just average
All in her throat cuz I love that bitch gaggin
She like my life cuz that shit ain’t just average
David Blaine, I hit the streets w/ some magic. 

They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 

Sippin and smokin, just some of my habits. 
Habitat, concrete and bullets and trapping. 
Bitch I’m depressed, I could still be a savage. 
Bitch I’m depressed, but I ain’t moving backwards. 

They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average.
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 

I fuck a bitch like a young chiropractor, 
Adjustin her back, & I do that shit backwards
I went to China came back to a trap 
Red hunneds, blue hunneds, all this shit racks. 

Riverside, I put that shit on the map. 
Fuckin hoes, I put a bitch on her back. 
Been had these blades, Now I need me a strap, 
Cuz some niggas be fake and they can’t catch me lackin. 

I Crashed a bike, put a audi in traffic. 
How you gon try to come knock on my trappin. 
Bitch I'm the hacker you know I can tap in. 
I pull yo name, & I’m findin yo addy 

Fly cross the map, just to pop out, I’m ready. 
Bitch I got stripes on yo street like I’m Freddy 
You talkin gangsta, but lookin spaghetti. 
You talkin them grams, bitch you ain’t talkin fetti. 

If you wanna work, cut me a check my nigga.
 I stay on my grind, I don't rest my nigga.
I’m in the streets with the best my nigga,
I’m in these fuckin streets with the rest my nigga. 

4251 be the muhfuckin set, bitch 
Redstar gang be the set my nigga. 
Rappin with me you get checked my nigga, 
Better Pull up in a bullet proof vest my nigga. 

I don’t have to speak when a nigga ask me, 
Bitch I keep it low key in these Riverside Streets 
You b r o k e, fuck beef, 
I just keep stackin up in my own damn sleep 

Everybody know me, know I keep it lowkey, 
Still OmenXIII, black shirt black jeans. 
Everybody know me, know I keep it lowkey, 
Still OmenXIII, black shirt black jeans.

She like this dick cuz that shit ain’t just average
All in her throat cuz I love that bitch gaggin
She like my life cuz that shit ain’t just average
David Blaine, I hit the streets w/ some magic. 

They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 

Sippin and smokin, just some of my habits. 
Habitat, concrete and bullets and trapping. 
Bitch I’m depressed, I could still be a savage. 
Bitch I’m depressed, but I ain’t moving backwards. 

They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average.
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average.

Redstar (Prod. STILL)

HOES MAD FT. SAI (PROD. Y$57)

TheresALeechInMyBoot (prod. tyler creed)

BOMB THREAT by DOOMSLAYER
produced by NEXX (@user-358614566) (iG: @prod.nexx)
engineered, mixed, & mastered by @ledgerbeats (iG: @ledgerbeats)
artwork curated & edited by DOOMSLAYER, original credit to the game DOOM & it's developers.

this song is literally about the fact i love dogs so fuckin much i couldn't shoot one even if the feds pulled up wit the germans.

lyrics:
(hook)
i’m a walking, talking, living, breathing bomb threat.
you call the feds up cause you know they’ll bring their dogs in. (arooof!)
a couple bullets in his blood i let that man drown. 
but you know i gotta problem puttin k-9’s down.
x2

(verse)
you could never catch me lackin,
try run my fade, that’s “lights, camera, action!”
make his body do gymnastics, (what my choppa do?)
made him swanton bomb n do a backflip. (that’s what!)

young cerberus, i’m the fuckin beast you is versus.
murderous, i be putting fuckers up in hearses.
sorcerous, i be choppin souls up with curses.
torturous, haunting you’s my only fuckin purpose.

(hook)
i’m a walking talking living breathing bomb threat,
you call the feds up cause you know they’ll bring their dogs in.
couple bullets in his blood i let that man drown,
but you know i gotta problem puttin k-9’s down.
x2

BOMB THREAT

BOMB THREAT {prod. NEXX}

LYRICS:

OKAY FAGGOT I DON'T FUCK WITH YOU
THE SHOTS I MISS ARE VERY FEW
YOU THE TYPA GUM I CHEW 
I GOT MY DOGS THEY COME FOR YOU

STOMP ON YOUR NECK LEAVE YOU BLOODY AS FUCK
FUCK ALL YOUR MUSIC YOUR WHOLE TEAM THEY SUCK
HOPE YOU FALL OFF PUSSY BOY LACE MY BLUNT
KILL ALL YOUR BROTHERS BITCH

I START DOING CRACK BEFORE I TALK TO ALL YOU PUSSIES
SAID YOU WANT ME SHOT UP BITCH I'M DEAD ALREADY SUE ME

FUCK UP EVERYBODY I WANT MONEY 
X2

FUCKED UP SHIT WE FUCKED UP BITCH I HATE LIFE
SUCK MY DICK I HATE ME BITCH I HATE ME
SMOKE K2 THIS SHIT AIN'T NEWS I HATE YOU
SMOKE K2 THIS SHIT AIN'T NEWS

(INCOHERENT SCREAMS AND OVERLY EXCITED ADLIBS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF THE LAST VERSE.)

LYRICS:

BREAK MY FUCKING BODY SOMEBODY COME END MY SHIT
I CAN'T GIVE NO FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING THAT YOU DID
SUCK MY FUCKING DICK I PUT YOUR BODY OFF THE GRID RETRACE MY STEPS LOOK WHAT I DID I SHOT UP EVERYBODY'S KIDS

C - U - L - T 
TILL THEY FINALLY KILL ME
I'M STILL YOUR OPP TILL THEY FINALLY DRILL ME
PUSSY I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU FAGGOTS
BURY ME WITH MAGAZINES INSIDE MY CASKET

NUMBER PEOPLE TALKING I SHOULD BULLETPROOF MY JACKET
I STILL WALK AROUND AND I AIN'T SEEN YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS
IT DON'T FUCKING MATTER WHERE YOU BEEN OR WHAT YOU DID YOU STILL A BITCH
I'M 'GON PISS YOU OFF TILL I'M -

CASKET [PROD. CHECKS]

@biv


lyrics


what in the world has it happened to this 
and i feel like it’s stupid i’m pissing out shit 
from the bag the xanax i’m popping you bitch 
like who in the fuck are you speaking it with 
all those people you have in your circle 
not with the action you talking bout hurdles 
i’ve over come almost everything 
and hearing bout bitches and diamond rings

im bout to bust and aim at shit
bullets through almost everything 
y’all don’t look at subtle things 
only what everyone can bring 

i will go aim at every entrance 
popping with smoke like a bad intention 
all of you rappers are just infections 
learn your lesson four fake depression 
idiot stay out my fucking mentions 
you wanted this now you fucking get it 
selling your soul for a golden pendant 
bitch i’ll send it bitch i’ll send it 

YOU RUNNING WHAT GOT NO PULSE RUNNING FLAT 
ALL OF THEM SINGING THE WORDS IM IN FACT 
DYING IN CIRCLES I CUT ALL OF THAT 
WRIST WHAT I DRAG I  NO FUCKING LACK 


THE WORLD SPINNING SLOWER AS I FUCKING CHOKE 
I HOPE TO GOD THAT THE DEVIL GRABBED MY ROPE 
KICKING AND FLAILING IM SEEING MY ENDING ITS OVER AND OVER THE WALLS STARTED BENDING 
IM OPEN TO STARTING AGAIN BUT THERES NOTHING 
THE WORLD BECOMES DUST UNDERNEATH MY DEPRESSION 
HEARTS BEATING SLOWER AS I STARTED FENDING ALL FOR MYSELF WHAT GENIUS LESSON

@biv

Top class, any bitch with a flat ass,
Have this man feignin for the cat,
Pussy make this fucka runnin back,
Seems a fucka been cummin fast,
Pain misery, you feel that?
You expecting me to feel bad?
Below the belt, finna hit that,
Self respect get tossed back,
Don't be comin when she fall back,
Now's the time for the relapse,
Get out of pocket, get your jaw cracked,
Need a broad like a hole in the cap,
Thought maybe you would like that,
Ya body count been false facts,
Your life bluer than my ballsack,

If I take it back, attach, she throw it back,
Now that's a fact, to pass ya act, there's no attatch, and further more we notice that, you think you slick, you hold my jack, you hold my pack, my nuts in fact, I busted in and out just like the trap,
I got my smile like mask,

Fuckas gone get it poppin,
Dick swingin man, that shit knockin,
6 inches got ya bitch rockin,
Fuck the profit, I don't share pockets,
Call it what you want it, call it like I got it,
I see talk, but the walk is silent,
The walk is silent

Say what you need,
I'm just speaking peace,
Supreme class, 
I claim fuckery

Can't trust ya face, you place ya case, and blame the way you think, and what the people say, you dug ya grave, and can't escape, ya fold ya ways, don't come around, this ain't ya place, you waste of space, a mothafucka wanna play these games,

Take that bitch on a getaway,
Bitches pussy like a giveaway,
Brother man, do the runnin man,
Spend a 100 bands, if the bitch will stay,
We ain't never gonna be the same,
Another level like we Escalade, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh

You finna ghost that's fine now, yuh 
Had my brothers since 09, yuh
Never been trippin when it's go time, yuh
Only time you score, when it's foul line, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh

I HATE MYSELF MORE THAN YOU (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. BIV]

Lyrics:


(Verse)

No I don’t wanna see yo face till I can say that I made it,
I’m out here grinding erryday wit my brothers we got no patience, -
off the suryp an these percs just so I could rap this verse,
Yea the streets say stay out but pull you in it’s a curse,

Rap is easy I got handles I ain’t talkin bmx tho,
These bitches in my dms tell me they wanna have sex bro,
Tell me baby girl is you in it to win it-
I got a couple 0’s on me but I still want yo digits

I’m in the charger,
Swervin, switchin lanes,
I’m getting high as fuck thinking bout my better days-
Like how in the fuck did I get myself into this -
I think I’m goin to hell the rest of my family heaven sent,

Bitch I was menace don’t ask me if I regret it, -
Bout to cop another pole so I can go out and get it,
I ain’t waitin, I’m thuggin, I’m ouchea and I’m gunnin-
If the feds come knockin at the door you best believe I’m runnin,

(Hook:)

I don’t got no time to be put down,
I’m focused on bands now,
Tell these bitches don’t come around,
I’m focused on bands now, x2


(Verse 2:)

. If there’s a better way then lord please show me,-
I’m scratchin tryna get to the top cuz the bottom ain’t fo me,-
Yea imma keep on Husslin till the top sits below me,
.These suckas really hatin tell them come and blow me,

Got my dick whipped out because it’s fuck the world,
And anybody talkin shit I’ll come and fuck yo girl,
Shit I prolly already did lil sally pussy like a cave,
Beat it up so much it talked back told the pussy behave,

I pray the lord forgive me for what I’m gonna have to do,
These suckas say they feel me they ain’t in my shoes,
They ain’t broke like me,
They ain’t go coast to coast like me,
They ain’t been on these roads like me,

I’m a stand up guy that means I’m never on my ass, -
And if these suckas wanna follow me they all gon crash, 
Cuz these roads ain’t for everyone these streets is ruthless-
Gun a mothafucka down if he put in his 2 cents, yuh 


(Hook:)

I don’t got no time to be put down,
I’m focused on bands now,
Tell these bitches don’t come around,
I’m focused on bands now, x2

BACK 2 THE BASICS [Prod. TWO4FLEX] +LYRICS

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BACK 2 THE BASICS [Prod. TWO4FLEX] +LYRICS

Lil TrainWreck