CH0$EN 2

Produced by jankdivine 

Happy Birthday To Me

change your life

denim

lyrics :

bands they just came in yea
fuck dis hoe she nameless yea
i forgot what her name is yea
(yea , huh)
your whip so outdated
i just fucked up on this famous ho

im so piped up you cant kill my vibe
racks up racks up, so high
told twin roll another 3.5
and i know some niggas want me dead
i can go for nun
dont act like you know me yea

you was supposed to be my gang 
you switched up on me yea
i uprade to helmut lang
from abercrombie yea
had to switch the swag to some shit they cant copy
dis a srt yea yea ok this shit take off like rocket
life get hard i know that yea yea but you know i always got you
stay with my zoes like kodak
bitch i flex hulk hogan
this bitch want touch on my racks ya
loyalty you never showed that

-

stick on me yea i got it
im in the sky geeking up with the pilot
i cut that hoe off she aint on nun
i need a fat butt bitch with the buns
nigga get clapped up he tryna run
bitches get smacked lil nigga for fun
xd45 make his ass run
sh- she suck me until i cum
yea try to rob me get he think im dumb
he play with me get his ass slumped
vetements boots get your ass stumped
in a highrise bnb with slump
walk down gang totin that pump
if i pass the fye you better dump
these niggas lame these niggas punks
niggas not gang no they aint fucking with us
same gang only niggas i trust
free bro out the chain gang he gon light his ass up
they said that i died rip the goat
yea he tried the gang so we pull out fye shot him five time now his ass floating
im having drugs money and some mo shit
shot to the butt that nigga like oh shit
mud nigga thats my potion
we been number one niggas dont know shit

-

i do this shit i been a vet
oh yuh, that nigga pussy leave him stretched
the day that i die its rip the best
the day that he slide its arp to chest
this bitch in my phone like are we together 
walk down on gang we leave him under weather
i got your drop, b- bitch let me not
i fucked you ho, slop x4
beat from the back she said stop x4
your money short, ta ta ta ta
bitch im with the gang at the top
so many niggas done came for my spot
rick owen in the rain
nigga i wont change on my gang no
couple ms to my name he think im a stain but i cant go

bitch

Slump6s ft tana - Famous Hox (natecxo) [unreleased]

featuring truce & lin

solo.to/lovemynine

Pound

#scfirst
prod akachi and tris

https://youtu.be/1N3zSUsXZT4?si=4DWAbXc17ip04ppz

Freemason

balmain

Kuttin Up

I take my shirt off
got her passin out 
we go the bags 
bitch we pass em out 
he off the fent 
got him crashin out 
im hevan sent 
and im spazzin out 
he on da bench gettin low amount 
im gettin rich gettin high amount 
that boy a bitch he be hiding out 
talk on the gang and we findin out 
im the type nigga to slime em out 
im the type nigga to get em good 
im lookin sweet in a diffrent hood 
this aint no game finna sign em out 
you cant be gang aint no tryn out 
I hit a stain and im flyin out  
I feel no pain but im cryin out 
i feel no pain or emotion 
she on my body like lotion 
inside her body like ocean 
I hit her one time than im ghostin 
im here for a fun time not a long one 
I want a fun time no condom 
she gon do everything but the wrong one 
swear its death before dishonor

and im gettin dividends 
brodie sittin Ina Benz 
and im in it for the win 
new Glock its a ten 
trap spot open 
got the junkies coming back again 
got the munches ima eat again 
he think he funny might commit a sin 
what's the code 
what's the pin 
oh he sold where the the lynch (Yea)
ima go every inch 
and you don't need a lot just a pinch 
smokin on strong where my bench 
best not leave yo phone at home 
or you be alone in a ditch 
ima leave this lil bitch 
hot he a snitch 
my chop sound like a glitch 
sending shots right through his whip
I AM NOT WRITING THIS SHIT 
he a bot waiting to die 
spend a rack just on this fit 
break her back 
then I get rid of her 
I am not cuffing this bitch 
when im in it 
it sound like im killlin her  
way she be screamin and shit 
I be rockin all black like a villain yeah 
bet its thirty that come in the clip 
I want knots like im slip 
full auto mop of the hip  

I take my shirt off
got her passin out 
we go the bags 
bitch we pass em out 
he off the fent 
got him crashin out 
im hevan sent 
and im spazzin out 
he on da bench gettin low amount 
im gettin rich gettin high amount 
that boy a bitch he be hiding out 
talk on the gang and we findin out 
im the type nigga to slime em out 
im the type nigga to get em good 
im lookin sweet in a diffrent hood 
this aint no game finna sign em out 
you cant be gang aint no tryn out 
hit a stain and im flyin out  
I feel no pain but im cryin out 
I feel no pain or emotion 
she on my body like lotion 
inside her body like ocean 
I hit her one time than im ghostin 
im here for a fun time not a long one 
I want a fun time no condom 
she gon do everything but the wrong one 
swear its death before dishonor

Death > Dishonor (fr4ud + jdolla + natemorgan)

velli ~ activist  (ckaine + santytg) {society exclusives}

flipp - Are Yuh Real [p. spaceboy]

ayerp + noraa - prince (zaytoven)

luvblue ~ what you wanna do「prod ⛧ luvblue」

back at it

lin + velli - brains (souljaspirits x venexxi) [slimebackwood exclusive]

LYRICS:

yuh, let me go pop my shit.
came in dis bih wit my twin.
yea we get fly as shit (brrr).
im wit lil bry and lil nine, in the stu we makin fye and shit. (dat fyeeeee)
i had to tell dat lil bitch,
no i aint buyin u shit, yuh.
its almost halloween, so this hoe, must think, that im, a trick.
had to tell dat hoe dat trix are 4 kidz.
ballin hard, they tryn copy my sigs.
tryna take over man i cant even miss.
yuh, all these hatin ass niggas ride dick, (uhh).
my shoota came tac' wit dat switch.
im ridin round wit 5% on my tint.
he want smoke wit us yea he better enlist.
cuz u gon need heavy ar-till-ery.
ya hoe eat my dick like a delicacy.
gettin harder to name niggas better den me.
got da rick pants, wit da vetements tee.
this hoe tryn trap me with a pregnancy.
my ex want me back she begging me.
im smoking za im high off tree.
in da garden bitch just like adam n eve.
ya ya ya.
and this hoe fuck it up fuck it up.
dis hoe say i keep fuckin up fuckin up.
and my shooter gon keep buggin up buckin em.
hella hoes in the function but i aint cuffin em.
ion fw cuffin i aint police.
in the field nigga like a goalie.
in the field i might just cop mo cleats.
gettin cold might cop me a moncleez.
feel like lil boat, smokin brocoli.
this hoe eat my shrimp, like hibachi.
and these niggas flows wishy washy.
niggas see me, and then, they copy.
im the big captain i feel like kenpachi.
if u aint talkin bout bread then u lost me.
all of dese niggas they mad they cant top me 

why he tryna run now.
bitch im tryna pipe up.
i aint tryna pipe down.
think he killin my vibe.
think u gotta get out.
yea im gettin hella high.
yea i got da large amounts.
think u gotta get down, on ur knees, s-u-c-k.
yea im makin fye up on da beat like im ckaine.
ion know why dis hoe still wit me, what u see in me?
yuh, leave me u gon see, u gon see one day

let me go pop my shit.
came in dis bih wit my twin.
yea we get fly as shit (brrr).
im wit lil bry and lil nine, in the stu we makin fye and shit. (dat fyeeeee)
i had to tell dat lil bitch,
no i aint buyin u shit, yuh.
its almost halloween, so this hoe, must think, that im, a trick.
had to tell dat hoe dat trix are 4 kidz.
ballin hard, they tryn copy my sigs.
tryna take over man i cant even miss.
yuh, all these hatin ass niggas ride dick, (uhh).
my shoota came tac' wit dat switch.
im ridin round wit 5% on my tint.
he want smoke wit us yea he better enlist.
cuz u gon need heavy ar-till-ery.
ya hoe eat my dick like a delicacy.
gettin harder to name niggas better den me.
got da rick pants, wit da vetements tee.
this hoe tryn trap me with a pregnancy.
my ex want me back she begging me.
im smoking za im high off tree.
in da garden bitch just like adam n eve.

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lovemynine

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