control meeeeee

thank you guys for all your support sorry for not uploading that much cause right now i keep having mental break downs and its hard to concentrate on these songs

You Not The Same But It's Playing In Another Room (slowed and Reverb)

heartbreak (prod.twin9s)

What u need? (prod.juuzi)

such a shame [v2] [prod.ayokay]

WANT IT! ✧˖° +endri and rikumo

sofaygo - control me

1) Hella light
2)Never noticed
3)Homeboy
4)I miss her

I Think Abt Her Often (a Mix)

prod. drippxyblue x dizelprod

get ya money up baby keep it goin
feelings they always lie to me
u cannot get enough of me
u was jus a distraction from the main goal

u aint gettin money aint no bankroll
i dont really see the way u look at us
do u look at me
i jus need a lil positivity

positivity but u running with a gangsta
wonderin why he's gonna shoot ya
Shooting you up, taking you down, baby
Id say i feel bad for u but not lately

Walkin' around with bloodstains on your shirt
Don't you want it clean, baby?
now he goin down to jail, now what u finna do
He callin' from his cell, he want money from you

Look at his face, baby, what you finna do?
What you finna do when he callin' u
Askin' you why
why u not holding it down for him

It's been nine years or more
callin from the jail cell baby

Jail Cell

Loss Of December

Hostility



Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: jones

Lyrics:

(Huh, hey hey)
(Hm) Hey! (hey)

Whippin' the coupe when I hit some
I'm makin' bag, I'm gettin' some
Black on my fit, bottom is covered in denim
I'm makin' racks you gettin' none, yea I'm petty now
Makin' these waves, I'm washed up
Talkin' that shit, keep your mouth shut (oo yea)
You done fumbled the bag son
All of this cash, jarred like a mason
Yea-yeah, I'm fuckin' this cash
In a VTEC, finna go dash yea
This ain't no hit, but this is a crash yea yea
I done count up the bands, money so high it's in a trance
Aye girl I don't got any plans (yea), a brotha just tryna land here

(Gettin' sum)
Yea yea, yea mm (oo, oo)
Little side hustle, finna rack me some money
Ate on em perkies, that shit in my tummy
Nah I'm playin', I'm just eatin' em gummies
Over here countin' a hunnid
Play with me- gone get hit up, sorry lil' shawty it's a missed called
I don't be carryin' no pistol
I got two of my fists up, makin' these shots I don't miss up (wait)
This ain't no game that we playin'
There ain't no startin' over again
I'm on the path to fame (yea), you on the path to shame (yea)
Huh runnin' it up which is cool, but I really be havin' fun too (oo)

Whippin' the coupe when I hit some
I'm makin' bag, I'm gettin' some
Black on my fit, bottom is covered in denim
I'm makin' racks you gettin' none, yea I'm petty now
Makin' these waves, I'm washed up
Talkin' that shit, keep your mouth shut (oo yea)
You done fumbled the bag son
All of this cash, jarred like a mason
Yea-yeah, I'm fuckin' this cash
In a VTEC, finna go dash yea
This ain't no hit, but this is a crash yea yea
I done count up the bands, money so high it's in a trance
Aye girl I don't got any plans (yea), a brotha just tryna land here

heartbreak (prod.twin9s)

Marluxiam

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