she mine + she not* - $at.urn X Phantom prod. vinogtadov

sky [prod. fwthis1will] *soundcloud exclusive*

[lyrics]

cyfal
aye
i aint even know what to put here bruh
aye nhelson
whats good
you know what i wanna do bruh?
talk to me bro
i wanna smoke
yeah

you acting mad funny i laugh to the bank with my shawty, if you got a hellcat we race
put my rick owens shades on, one foot on the pedal she carries twin uzi eternal atake
do my dance in the function i love to get paid why you talking like crazy bro we not the same
and i'd hate to get violent bet we can resolve it but honestly never mind scope on the drake
she calling me namor because i be swimming in it i got too many tens on me woah
so i painted her face like a tribe im the king of the jungle i heard she a cannibal woah
get it together i pray to the cross on my chest but my shawty she snatching my soul
matching my fits you can never do fly like a bird with my baggy pants call me the goat

x on my chest cause i came like the man
metal on me silver surfing yo land
talking too crazy and act like a stan
ima pull up berettas and blow like a fan
cooling and booted i feel like im kodak
she loving my songs all my lyrics she know that
i laugh to the bank while i hop in a new jag
and her man get jealous cause im counting blue stacks
lil uzi the way ima rock
shorty just want it but i'm tryna drop
all on my dick and she act like she hot
but shorty ice spice on her drip she a thot
its the day of the dead so i carry a glock
and i must be a drink cause i'm getting the top
pour up in a fanta inside of the phantom
im only bout gas so don't crack any rocks
all my bitches is tens and tens and tens and tens and tens and tens
all my bands is tens is tens is tens is tens is tens is tens
fucking on all of her friends i hit her snap and then never again
smoking on gas up inside of the benz
i hop out the whip just to do it again
no nike
bad hoe on the phone tryna wife me
new drip on froze like ice cream
got bands on me
but a band on me got four or five
like dream team
bad hoe follow she a bad thing
ima hit it from the front like an x-wing
got gas in the blunt
smoking so much
skywalk on the walls
don't test me

you acting mad funny i laugh to the bank with my shawty, if you got a hellcat we race
put my rick owens shades on, one foot on the pedal she carries twin uzi eternal atake
do my dance in the function i love to get paid why you talking like crazy bro we not the same
and i'd hate to get violent bet we can resolve it but honestly never mind scope on the drake
she calling me namor because i be swimming in it i got too many tens on me woah
so i painted her face like a tribe im the king of the jungle i heard she a cannibal woah
get it together i pray to the cross on my chest but my shawty she snatching my soul
matching my fits you can never do fly like a bird with my baggy pants call me the goat

i wanna smoke (feat. 666swish) [prod. cyfal]

[lyrics]
Shorty got my heart, and she got me feelin’ wasted
I just want your love, lil’ shorty lemme taste it
Smokin’ on a J, niggas know I’m ‘boutta face it
Doin’ the dash off a perky, I’m racin’
Poppin’ an oxy
I want you to want me
Fuck these other bitches, I ain’t lovin’ on a thottie
Lovin’ on your voice and I’m in love with shorty body
Give me that chance, I’ll do better, just trust me

Big cash flow
Beamer movin’ faster
Swore that she love me, but she a good actor
The drugs be my demons, I might need a pastor
I just want one more chance, let me have it
Shorty lookin’ like the baddest
Throwin’ shots, we gettin’ backends
I just wish I fuckin’ had it
Now I’m trippin’ off the acid
Lil’ shorty in my head, and I know that she ain’t good for me
I been alone, I don’t care, that’s the truth to me

Shorty got my heart, and she got me feelin’ wasted
I just want your love, lil’ shorty lemme taste it
Smokin’ on a J, niggas know I’m ‘boutta face it
Doin’ the dash off a perky, I’m racin’
Poppin’ an oxy
I want you to want me
Fuck these other bitches, I ain’t lovin’ on a thottie
Lovin’ on your voice and I’m in love with shorty body
Give me that chance, I’ll do better, just trust me

Off the migos, I’m gon’ pull up, we can chill
She gon’ dub me, I know it, leave me dead off the pills
I can give yo’ ass the world, take you out for the thrills
Put this ice around yo neck, you can feel all the chills
I been fucked up
.45 tucked up
I been obsessed, like I fucked up, I must have
Sippin’ on this tec’,
Wishin’ for the best
Stuck in my head, wanting cardiac arrest

Shorty got my heart, and she got me feelin’ wasted
I just want your love, lil’ shorty lemme taste it
Smokin’ on a J, niggas know I’m ‘boutta face it
Doin’ the dash off a perky, I’m racin’
Poppin’ an oxy
I want you to want me
Fuck these other bitches, I ain’t lovin’ on a thottie
Lovin’ on your voice and I’m in love with shorty body
Give me that chance, I’ll do better, just trust me

wasted* [LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION]

i wake up 
nothing to eat 
barely got some sleep 
how i used to be 

mom was  in the kitchen 
she was cleaning dishes 
making sure were fed 
now she stuck on meth 

went from happy to sad 
n about a week or two 
everybody crazy now 
n they searching for you 

like where you at 
like where you at 
pls tell me now 
pls tell me now 

ay ay 
ima lost boy where you at 
hey 
miss his mom 
yea where you at 
hey 
call her phone she ain calling back 
hey 
at the end of the month 
gotta the pay the bills 
before the lights turn off 
but you want some pills 
but it’s alright 
we goin make it still 
yea it’s alright we going make it still 

i do bad things 
they remind of you 
passed out 
throwing up drowning inside of too 
but i’m good i’m good man i swear it’s the booze but i lie i lie like i do like you 
ay like i do like you 
i got the keys to the whip 
gonna take off soon 
he said im drunk 
but i don’t care, gotta bitch with me too 
she love the way i drive 
swerving speeding thru these dudes 

crash the car n i ducked up bad 
know it’s bad when you see the airbag 
i swear i didn’t see him 
i was going to fast 
i took a  hard left 
instead i took of his head 
but
now im spinning offf the road 
tryna find myself 
instead i crash 
take another life 
she had no belt 
out the window 
there she go 
tryna find my cell 
call the cops 
telling him i got a story to to tell 

ay ay 
ima lost boy where you at 
hey 
miss his mom 
yea where you at 
hey 
call her phone she ain calling back 
hey 
at the end of the month 
gotta the pay the bills 
before the lights turn off 
but you want some pills 
but it’s alright 
we goin make it still 
yea it’s alright we going make it still

TOO LATE (Prod. Milasius & Shenrxn)

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