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Prod. Aresden

they tried to do it like the kid 
but they fuckin couldn’t 
countin up me racks im in the back 
lad im fuckin buzzin 
better watch ye bird she told me that i’ve got her blushin 
bizzies on the block i’ve gotta watch so now im fuckin duckin 

don’t be hatin in the kid i know ye mad at me 
i seen ye on the street ye took a pic like ye a fan of me 
take a pill and go to sleep like im in agony 
ill do ye dirty bro me fuckin life is filled with apathy 

girls flockin but ye judging cause ye know im better
mad because i’ve got ye bird fienin lad i’ve got her wetter 
makin money cause i can i do it for the leisure
louis on me waist chrome hearts on me fuckin sweater 

esdee ye know me i’ve got the evil eyes 
squad from the underworld full of fuckin evil guys 
stay shushed never get into the legal ties 
all white armour take it back to the medieval times

they tried to do it like the kid 
but they fuckin couldn’t 
countin up me racks im in the back 
lad im fuckin buzzin 
better watch ye bird she told me that i’ve got her blushin 
bizzies on the block i’ve gotta watch so now im fuckin duckin 

don’t be hatin in the kid i know ye mad at me 
i seen ye on the street ye took a pic like ye a fan of me 
take a pill and go to sleep like im in agony 
ill do ye dirty bro me fuckin life is filled with apathy

Apathy

resistance prod 444jet

get right

Beat by @ mxlvyn [IG]

[Chorus]
Wrong UK artist, don't start this
Don't speak, don't fight I just blast it
5 a side puttin' bodies in a basket
Last guy had his arm out the casket

[Verse 1]
Car key with no ride but I'm past it
When I sin I go quiet like I'm fasting
10/10 but I know we ain't lastin'
She got Bladee on her arm self harming

Can't swim but I came with a Jaeger
My Lecoultre nuttin' too major
Said I played her I'm the one that made her
I can't save her I'm not Eren Yeager

Pardon me, hope you take my 'pology
I been movin' like I'm stuck in an odyssey
Oddity, sirens tryna frame a prodigy
When I say fuck the feds it's a modesty

Honestly? Certain man need a lobotomy
No money but they're busy doin' comedy
Gettin' gassed cause he fucked a Jezebel
And he's movin' like he just won the lottery

Got my fair share of wealth but it's unfair
'Cause I'm richer than everybody else
Pray when I wake everyday, Psalms on my break
Do my best to avoid goin' hell

One day I'll prevail, bro outta jail
Day 6 and he's back in a cell
One ride and he's sayin' that "I'll never tell"
Funny how snakes hiss when you're by yourself

[Chorus]
Wrong UK artist, don't start this
Don't speak, don't fight... I blast it
5 a side puttin' bodies in a basket
Last guy had his arm out the...

[Verse 2]
It's alarming, I'm a darlin'
And I'm Prince on the mic, purple heart ting
Bare gyal on my line they been barkin'
Calm her down don't need stains on my garment

Don't stress cause you know I got a target
James Bond when I shoot fuck the harness
And my suit got a suit I'm the sharpest
They can try if they like, they can't harm us

I ain't askin' don't tell me that you're single
Yeah I'm Christian I ain't tryna mingle
And I'm Bale on the wing, I got issues
I can't pass if I know I can blitz through

Mask on, dark knight in his big coupe
Can't say that I'm right if I hit you
Joker, fuck an ace, I got big juice
Can't say that I play if I beat you

[Chorus]
Wrong UK artist, don't start this
Don't speak, don't fight I just blast it
5 a side puttin' bodies in a basket
Last guy had his arm out the casket

wrong uk artist

prod by lucwhatscooking

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
I got money I got worth
I got drugs for your girls
I got women living lavish knowing I'ma get 'em pearls
I got fire, desire, can't lie but I'm tired
Fake friends on my line say that I'm fine but they pray I retire

[Verse 1]
Came from the hood, from the hood that's why all black my attire
Double M on the hood but I don't wear no designer
Yo, and I can't even wife her, busy bee on her knee don't pipe her
Fuck the birds and the bee man I can't even like her so fuck out my Lyca

Bad bitch, half mix, and she vegan
Full wig, my meat what she eatin'
Can't lie but I feel like Miss Teigen
Put crack on the board like a deacon

Can't swim but she drown in my semen
No word — she signed that agreement
Ghanaian little bit of Indonesian
Tats on her arse and it's all Mike Keaton

[Bridge]
Dot dot, dot
New sentence for my darg
I don't know what he did
Well I do but I can't say a word

[Chorus]
I got money I got worth
I got drugs for your girls
I got women living lavish knowing I'ma get 'em pearls
I got fire, desire, can't lie but I'm tired
Fake friends on my line say that I'm fine but they pray I retire

[Verse 2]
Tatted out with the jewellery
Float in the sea — buoyant with the greed
A star for the numeracy
Put bomb in shoes like Richard Reid

4 fingers up, you can't see
One foot out the door, can't teef
Bloody blind mate, you can't read
Can't run nor hide from beef

SK Riddim

(prod. tay)

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Wrote his will then we called a medic
Took a soul that don't mean I'm not empathetic
Fine I said it I should be more apologetic
His mum breakin' down on the floor I get it

Same time got my girl going through shit
I don't know how to help and it hurts to admit
I got my soul laid out for the world to see
Ecstasy for the grief, that's the honest me

25, I'm alive, but my heart still dyin'
How you deal with losing all these niggas in your life?
The pain that I describe I really can't compare
Still I do, it's like apples to a fuckin' pear

Brought flowers from a chemist for the anaesthetic
Plus the dentist sold me teeth he was sympathetic
Said the love in the world is all cosmetic
Think it's kinda poetic but mainly pathetic

[Chorus]
I get it, these fake friends hop on fake trends
I get it, there's real niggas rockin' fake dreads
I get it, they're tryna fuck cah we're made men
And I got Trini, got Zimmi for your taste friend

[Verse 2]
Shouldn't brag but it's all I know
Tryna find myself steady losing hope
All my girls got some puzzles I can't fucking solve
Lost my way tryna find myself a loving home

[Outro]
I don't wanna talk clear the room
I don't wanna talk so let me move
Money on my mind, I let it soothe
All the issues in my life got me feelin' blue

i get it

simple

had to switch up the intro to beat the copywrite case so enjoy dat

lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I got sauce I got niggas dripping out the foam
I got cars I got bitches stepping out in chrome
I go hard like Gerrard 2004
And I ball hard like a wonderkid from Barca bro

Midas, Midas, everything I touch the brightest
Gold the whitest, fever high call it Titus
SIM swapping device can't get indicted
I made the money flip, I did it with no guidance

Baking soda got some bitches out in Minnesota
She want closure I'm busy mixin' rum and cola
No composure banging goals like I'm Franco Zola
I can't hold her, she wanna fuck I can't control her

[Verse 2]
Leather holster, AP bullets on my wrist and shoulder
Venom denim double G'd like an army soldier
Popular loner movin' packs like a corner store owner
Real toter, shootin' blanks like a (semen) donor

Turban hidin' money stackin' up the Talibands
This girl actin' funny like I can't shoot her man
Feel emotional 'cause really I be missing my gang
Tryna hide the pain away using the weed and drank

[Verse 3]
I can't fuck with her, head loss when I'm not wid her
Tell her that I'm busy but she tell me to come nut in her
Monica want me more she hate my moniker
I'm still a sinner I spend my evening lovin' her

I ain't trustin' ya, don't tell me put my trust in ya
I seen niggas die over brothers that were plottin' hard
Shenley Park, minute drive from the boulevard
Lenging shots false nines with the bullet large

Midas Touch

Beat by @ mxlvyn [IG]

[Verse 1]
Money flavour, money chaser
Fam, I can't lie but I hate her
Movin' mad, can't say that I claimed her
Why she sad? Turned my heart to a crater
Can't tell me that love ain't no labour
Said sorry but it's out the equator
How can I trust when you bit me like a gator
Took my heart then you said see you later

[Verse 2]
Being real I ain't mad
That's how life goes but, I wish you told me that you's a hoe
Coulda been close
Coulda been bros
But you said hell no then you took my soul
But God I love your pose so I'm diggin' gold
I don't know where to go, still gettin' dough
Limbo, gettin' old, I can't tell a soul
And anyone say your name I say bingo

[Verse 3]
Lingo, fluent in pachinko
Cinco's, feelin' like a gringo
Flier than me I don't think so
I got police at the door so I'm jumpin' out the window
K9 kinda bright so I'm in for
Real trouble, go find me that pill mould
Whoa, can't grind? That's a big joke
Big smile when I scheme Doflamingo

[Verse 4]
Ditto, why you trappin' on a love song?
I dunno but I feel like a loved one
Like, mum told me I'm a strong one
And she prays every night for her dumb son
Like, being real I'm a dumb fuck
Like, being real I got dumb luck
I could grind every day, every night
And it still don't matter I get lost in her tank top

[Verse 5]
Tough luck, yeah it's hard being lonely
Brodie callin' me Donquixote
You can't phone me, can't approach me
And I know that it hurts when you hold me
Stayin' composed I know I got loads
Tryna get it right but you say I get hoes
Santa came at night and he said I got coal
But I don't wanna fight so I say I want more

[Bridge]
Like no, tough luck you're gettin' cold
See the way that you act man you shoulda known
All the friends in your life man they're gettin' goals
But you stuck to the pain and it took your soul

[Outro]
Took my soul, man I shoulda known (Uh)
Took my soul, man I shoulda known (Rah)
Took my soul, man I shoulda known (Nah)
Took my soul, man I shoulda…

Took my soul

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i get it

murkymess

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