u'll be the reason i hate dinner

all plats friday 15/3 

lyrics: 

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding 

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding 

And you ain’t on the shit that you like talking 
If we run up with Ks, will u die squawking?
Niggas feeling my pain now, i’m tired of this 
Heard you shooting them thangs, well come slide on it 

Steel on my hip
Not the gun, you’ll get slit  
Taekwando with the kick, bitch, you’ll fly off it

Im still sad as a bitch 
Need some racks for the switch 
She said “vytrva ur mind is too fried for me” 

She said “vytrva ur mind is too fried for me”
When we come round, don’t stand on ur pride hombre
We seep into ya block like the tide homie 
And I got my blade, you can die for it

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding 

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding

slideonit (prod. ???)

lyrics ^_^

(what, what, what, what, what, oh my god)
(what, what, what, what, what, oh my god)

i pull up in a lamb truck (lamb truck, oh my god)
ion be givin no fucks (no fucks, what)
this glock, im keepin it tucked (glock tucked, what)
you a pussy boy, why you fuckin duck (why you fuckin duck bitch?)

yeah, this bitch look like mclovin (mclovin)
this bitch jus said she got a husband (husband)
i dont care bitch, hit it from the back (huh)
nutted on her face, nutted on her rack (yuh, what)

tryna be a carti clone, not a satanist (praise god)
talk shit and ill send you where satan is (satan is)
said my music trash, you just a hatin bitch (hatin bitch)
whole lotta red, im not playin, bitch (what, what, what)
knock your head off when my choppa get to sprayin, bitch (sprayin, bitch)
pull up on your girl and then i spray her, bitch (spray her, bitch)
when me and the boys pull up, get to prayin, bitch (oh my god)

i pull up in a lamb truck (lamb truck, oh my god)
ion be givin no fucks (no fucks, what)
this glock, im keepin it tucked (glock tucked, what)
you a pussy boy, why you fuckin duck (why you fuckin duck bitch?)

yeah, this bitch look like mclovin (mclovin)
this bitch jus said she got a husband (husband)
i dont care bitch, hit it from the back (huh)
nutted on her face, nutted on her rack (yuh)

(yun_jayys verse)

MCLOVIN W YUN_JAYY (PROD. Z3NNYQ)

emptiness inside my chest 
don’t know if i can fake it for long 
and i feel stuck inside my head 
can’t get ur words off the tip of my tongue  

should i stay or lay to rest 
(idk know what to do )
i cant shake the pain that i repressed 
( im still thinkin bout u)
and i know that if i go they’ll hurt but man im hurting best 
( i know you care for me too )
(but all this shit has been due) 

indecision turns to fate as my lips crave the taste of more
and the sirens blaze but it’s too late as i lay there on the floor

new recording 1

she send out a text and it say “why you think you next?”
i said “baby i been prophecising, i just need my check,
i need that respect, that come up that they don’t expect
i need all the world to know that im tryna connect”

aye, and she say she with all of that 
so i just been falling back 
know i give her my all, that’s fact 
and baby when this money come in, go to mall for saks 
and lately all i’ve done is run into the smaller traps 

and she say “vytrva where them hundreds?” i’m tryn ball no shaq
and real talk i been getting buckets, i can’t call you back 
and they controlled just like a puppet, not tryn fall for that 
just know i damn near lost my footing tryna stall the map 

and im tryna stack up my pesos
i have early halo 
no man? that’s a case closed 
and all my thoughts be so fatal 
i call on my angels 
cuz im tryn be stable 

baby we can kick it til we see the sun 
and baby being truthful i think you the one 
so baby please just be honest 
u know i’m an artist 
and for you im falling

falling back [ZOTT2]

new recording 2

new recording 3

new recording 4 [jorko]

why ya bitch all on my phone? i’m finna pass her
all that money coming? i need that shit faster
you finna run up and do what? that’s a disaster   
my niggas beat u til u pink, ain’t talking panther 

.45s and them 9s, we got blasters 
talking all up on the net , lil bitch an actor
this blade do shaolin, so bitch u call me master 
had ya bitch shouting, i give her back straight after 

he say he blowin shit? pause, diddy 
if my niggas run up shit wont look pretty
call me a vet bitch i’m up in the kitty
we running him down, give me that, it’s a pity 
he wan’ be pampered, ew bitch he too pissy
i spin ya block so much ts got me dizzy 
i’m up in the trap with the cats for the lizzie 
he say he got guns so i’m stabbing his kidney

MCLOVIN W YUN_JAYY (PROD. Z3NNYQ)

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