Meat Computer - Perc Nowitzki Freestyle (Prod. StarboyRob, Wenblood & Meat Computer)

Valentinö produced by @Bleedlivin

Seventhirtyatmorning - Don’t Get Hurt p. luvxomea

Produced by Cade, Nova, & Dreamz

(Lyrics)

Ooh, 
Trap out the fucking returns department
I ain’t wanna work in insurance department
Walk in this bitch and I turn up the party
And I got stick in the glove compartment 
Still kind of sick off them drugs I started
Think I got sick off your love, that’s karma
Ion wanna talk about blunts, just spark it
I wanna fuck up my lungs, I spark it
Look on her face when I stunt, astonished
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Walk in the party, they ask if I got it
Know that I got what you want, I’m on it
Seeing some swag in the store, I want it
Ion care if they selling both, I bought it

I don’t care
If I’m driving or walking or flying there
Give a fuck what you need, baby I’m there
I ain’t playing bout cheese, hope it’s all there
Put me on any team, bitch I ball there
You can lean on me just like an arm chair
And my steez like sous vide, yeah I like it rare
Ooh, why you said move out the city, I like it here
Why you keep calling that bitch when she like it here
These niggas stuck at the bottom, they like it there
Point to my collar, my jeweler gone ice it there
Roll up a blunt standing up, and I light it there
Whip having bucket seats, whip having fighter chairs
These hoes not talking bout shit, I don’t care
Oh you not talking about chicken, then I don’t care
Paper and Grabba or Looseleaf, man I don’t care
You hit the za, you might fold like a lawn chair

I’m tryna run up these funds
Hop on a PJ, a young nigga done with charter
Horsepower, we got a bunch
I-85 to the A, I ain’t never took Marta
Ooh, do it today and you done 
That’s step 1, of living like it’s no tomorrow 
I don’t care if you the plug
If you my mans and fell on your ass, you can borrow
Yeah that’s my girl I adore her
Fuck that Pandora, gettin her Tiffany charms
Damn this hoe hard to ignore, smell like Sephora, and she got ink on her arms
Versace Jeans Couture, tryn go on tour, and show off the drip that I rock
I do this shit for the 4, having galore
I can’t even trip on no opps

Ooh, 
Trap out the fucking returns department
I ain’t wanna work in insurance department
Still kind of sick off them drugs I started
Think I got sick off your love, that’s karma
Ion wanna talk about blunts, just spark it
I wanna fuck up my lungs, I spark it
Hope they don’t look in the glove compartment
Walk in this bitch and I turn up the party
Look on her face when I stunt, astonished
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Walk in the party they like, who got it
All of this za what you like, I got it
Count it up, I need some gloves to wash it
Count it up, I need to touch the profit

Vadova - Spark It

more music soon i appreciate you all sm <3
produced by @rewind214 chompi :D
@ourlovestory

tell myself @rewind

Produced by Malachi

(Lyrics)
Okay 
Pick that exotic shit straight off the shelf
Whip too exotic, got whistles and bells
Cups with no coffee leave prints on the scale
And I’m so confident, walk in Chanel
Zotty my body, you probably gone smell it
I know they salty, I’m giving them hell
Playstation parties to top of hotels
Hoes in the lobby, they ringing the bell
Okay
Knew I would always excel
Okay
Knew I been keeping it real
Way fore the chains and the whips, worked the field
Way more than flavors, I’m having them seals
Play with the paper, just stack it, it’s here
Made to be brave, I’m attacking my fears
Came to be great, and I’m lapping my peers
Came to LA, man this rapping shit serious

I fuck with my Migos, I fuck with my homies, I fuck with my shorties, I
I fuck with the custies, I fuck with the junkies, I fuck with you on the za
If you sayin fuck me, then I’m saying fuck you,
I said that a million times 
I turnt up these niggas and turnt up these bitches,
I can’t let you turn me down
I’ll stunt on you, nigga, and stunt on you bitches, you ain’t gettin no warning now
I stunt on these niggas and stunt on these bitches, and they gettin horny now
A nigga came up on the Northside, flexing by UNC-49
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth, and then I went Balenci 45
I fuck with my Migos, I fuck with my homies, I fuck with my shorties, I
I fuck with the custies, I fuck with the junkies, I fuck with you on the za
If you sayin fuck me, then I’m saying fuck you,
I said that a million times 
I turnt up these niggas and turnt up these bitches,
I ca-

Okay 
Pick that exotic shit straight off the shelf
Whip too exotic, got whistles and bells
Cups with no coffee leave prints on the scale
And I’m so confident, walk in Chanel
Zotty my body, you probably gone smell it
I know they salty, I’m giving them hell
Playstation parties to top of hotels
Hoes in the lobby, they ringing the-
Okay
Knew I would always excel
Okay
Knew I been keeping it real
Way fore the chains and the whips, worked the field
Way more than flavors, I’m having them seals
Play with the paper, just stack it, it’s here
Made to be brave, I’m attacking my fears
Came to be great, and I’m lapping my peers
Came to LA, man this rapping shit serious

Vadova - Turntup.mp3

Prod me

#SCFirst

https://soundcloud.com/youngjeezy/put-on?si=6019bf1694f1450fb3322555a3c1b3d5&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing




had to put my head down n go n trap harder
I told her get that ass out ill throw sum racks on her
we was ot down in ldn that was last summer
I been fw crazy hoes so I cant pass on her
if the g5 run out of bullets up the mac on em
my lil brother was a shooter ones a crack shotter

I been sellin white I came up from the green how u want it
I got rockstar hoes im fuckin every week on sum jovi shit 
brodie died might get him on my sleeve cos I owe him it
all I needs a celly in the street I could get u rich

lo been getting rich of scamming deets im proud of him
I wish he would stop sippin on codeine but ik lifes shit
seen a opps keep tryna lie on me I might get a hitter
got my heart broke n couldn't sleep but that's just how it is

I weren't even tryna beef I don't chat loud on a screen
I got bitches comin 3s she get down on her knees
I got hoes lyin on my name that I aint even seen
I got ej n that brandy bro still sippin on that lean
I need u to drop that hoe n know shes lying when she speaks
I got issues with that trust shit cos ik how it be
I got problems with sum rs so im drinking every week

I been through sum rs u can see it in my eyes
only dream when im 40,000 ft in the sky
put on for ur city they wont need you when you die

had sum real talks w my brother after seein momma cry
I don't need a bitch I got family n my 5
I don't a switch I got a draco on my side
I don't need a draco I got aks from my guys

For my city

link up w my bro
and we all smoke grass
in these platform shoes
I can’t walk 2 fast 
and I’m really off the 
so I talk 2 fast 
and your sounds so off
It’s no wonder why you’re last
got a fat a$$ pack
and I got it on my back 
all you ever do is slack
talking crazy ima wack ya

and I love this bag
cause it got spikes on it
and I really love these shoes
but there’s a price on it
it’s been a while 
since I wore something with stripes on it
it’s been a while
but I could still send my guys on him
with my bro and I’m never switching sides on him
gotscared you can see it in my eyeballs
I’m not there 
So I know it wasn’t my fault
all my clothes so old
like the Bible 
he not rocking sh*t
but revival 
Ima stuff the gas
in the spirals 
he gon blow his last
going viral
he gon blow up
blowing off some idols

2 fast (ss3bby + endren) *2024*

Produced by Silvercity and sleepinrelics

https://on.soundcloud.com/rH0qEufvHqbPGSLwcs

do you miss my love?

Walk in with my shirt untucked, imma still pop the collar
Fuck the fuck the fuck the walls
You can holler 
Holler holler holler
I was on my last dollar
Last week
I got sand on feet, bitch I’m on the beach
In Sicily
This .357 SIG, uh yeah, I’m packing heat
You look at me wrong
You an honorary Mason, burn you 33 degrees
Watching how the breeze flow
Bitch I go where the breeze go
I think it’s in Tokyo
Got Coyote on my head and it ain’t faux
I’m from the north, knee deep, I don’t hate the snow
Yeah it's crazy where you land from a stone’s throw
For the record hell yeah bitch I am stoned
We were in the backyard getting so stoned
Alexander, imma really need my throne
Swear I love you but I’ll do it all on my own

33 Degrees

mutilans

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