Bro you hard bro 
Just getting better each song 🔥

Hard as Kim Jung un when he fucks his bought daughter sex slave but at least she has a chance to get a job being a top of the line dictatorhoes and maybe not get chopped up in little pieces but it’s worth a shot I think Godspeed you brave stupid cum guzzler

quick lil single

Lyrics : 

I be inside, ion wanna talk aight 
Took a dose a of molly, yeah I gotta get my body right 
All these diamonds ain’t no rhinestones, yeah these diamonds came from bobby white 
I’m bussin on my ex bitch, yeah I’m bussin like I’m dynamite 
I be inside, Ion wanna talk aight 
I took a dose of molly, yeah I had to get my body right 
These diamonds ain’t no rhinestones, yeah these diamonds came from bobby white 
I’m bussin on my ex bitch, yeah I’m bussin like I’m dynamite 

I can make a bitch buss down on the floor, I got bands in my pants 
Walking thru the door, you know I got all that cash in my hands 
(aye) Two-step on the dance floor with my shawty
I got her body right, yeah she tweakin off the molly 

Put it on the law n I say it like Yo Gotti 
You ain’t gotta bag yea u trippin you ain’t got it 
Hoes be always tweakin when they drinking on biscotti 
Nah I can’t trust a demon she keep seekin for my eyes

I be inside, Ion wanna talk aight 
I took a dose of molly, yeah I had to get my body right 
These diamonds ain’t no rhinestones, yeah these diamonds came from bobby white 
I’m bussin on my ex bitch, yeah I’m bussin like I’m dynamite 

I can make a bitch buss down on the floor, I got bands in my pants 
Walking thru the door, you know I got all that cash in my hands 
(aye) Two-step on the dance floor with my shawty
I got her body right, yeah she tweakin off the molly

molly | produced by Imperial

FLATTEN U! FEAT. VICK! (PROD. VINOGRADOV & TENNANTS)

LYRICS:

Rolled up outta bed and I’m looking like a mess
It’s that antisocial motherfucker, back in my depressed shit
Another existential crisis, I might just cease to exist, you’ll never see me again
I gotta get the ice up out the chest
Ghost the bitch, blow smoke out the whip
All signs point to dip, shit
What a predicament turn me into Kurt Cobain
What’s next after the Glock go bang? 

Ha, I’m immortal, you can’t kill me
Bitches tried, you can always see the envy 
In their eyes, they’re wishing I would die
So it’s kinda funny when I pop back up like surprise
Take another hit, I got it kicking just to feed my drug addiction
Turn whatever I do into a motherfucking living
Don’t put the work in for no bitches
Only doing what I love 
Which is nothing but getting ya’ll 

Head banging
Now your girlfriend’s my girlfriend 
Fucking with the witchy vibes
Trauma bonding over everything you did wrong
Always wasting your time, you’re blowing my high
I’m swerving into traffic
Can’t drive straight, I’m late
I hate people in my way
Spitting flames at all you lames
It’s another day
I’m sure you found a way though 
To get me going, way to go, you’re my motivation

Fuck the police tryna catch this smoke
We get high just to die cause life’s a fucking joke
Fuck a 9-5, got me thinking suicidal thoughts
So high forgot my train of thought 
Lost soul, can’t save me
This shit makes me go crazy 
Not fucking with anybody lately
So fuck off

$u1c1d4lth0t$

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