GORE! [PROD. 400]

Step in this bitch with my boot in yo mouth 
Stalking my shit but don’t know what I’m bout 
Suckin my dick cause she told me to whip it out 
I don’t even care if she loud, All I carry is mufukin loud
reckless a shit cause I stay in the south 
I Dont like you so get out my crowd (x4) 

Ok like Cocain in my nose and 4loco to go 
Wrist stay dry I do not have it on froze 
Where do I stay? 
 I do not keep in local 
Do I have to breath if deaths is my only fucken hope
The sweet release of meds is my only fucken home 
I think that shits  joke yeah I really think that shit joke 
And another one I lost I don’t really think she hoe 
What the fuck is love I think that shit really ass tole 

Ok like fucked up 
That pussy fucked up
I do not  like lot 
I’m piped up 
That’s pussy like us 
I will not hush 
I’m just playin 
I’m really playin 
I don’t not like her 
I’m piped up I’m fucken piped up I will not wife ha

Fucken that bitch with bubble butt
Tea bag her man what the fuck is up 
In the end there will be one of us

4LOKO2GO (prod. FUCKDISTURBED)

WHEN WE SLIDE (PROD. DAEOS)

BPM - 141 
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shiddy oldish beat 
shoutout sameul l jackson 

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Lyrics:
Ces jours évanouis, ces visages flétris,
Le vent sifle en secret, chaque souffle meurtri,
s’éteignent tous en silence, sans cri, sans retour,
Laissent un vide étrange sans aucun amour.
La clarté s’éloigne, mais la douleur demeure,
Elle, revient insistante, un murmure d'ailleurs.
Traînant ce fardeau au creux de nos mains,
Un parfum, une note au bord d’un chemin.

Les éclats du soleil frappent sur le sol,
Ainsi va l'existence, et moi je m'isole.
Car sous le poids du ciel, brise mon ame,
Les fantômes du passé, cent-mille kilogrammes.

k2//Mélancolie [w/ $CHZPHRNC]

Top of the Mountain Peak

ft.@gxtti-911766564 @kawaiikyoto333
(prod. by me)

GORE! [PROD. 400]

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