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The witch wanna die its coo i know
Dont give a fuck abt no bitch or hoe
I was flying wit my vamps all night outdoors 
Watching all these burning witches
Burn down to the floor
I was trippen for a minute 
Till that witch let me go
Oh wait….. i cant she took my soul
Love spells black magick its crazy i know
Why im always fucken trippen 
Everyday that i know
Ring a ring
Around around the rosie
Pockets full off xans wit molly n 40s
Now they going crazy 
Sniffing lines till they nose bleed
chanting every night
Wishing that they didn’t know me
Vamps dont love witches
We jus lookin for the next beat
Oh you heard we shady?
We jus lookin for the next freak
Vamps dont love witches
We jus lookin for the next beat
Oh you heard we shady?
We jus lookin for the next freak
Wait…. Oh shit i cant
And we takin it back all black
Wit the mass
Wit the witches and demons and vamps in the trap
If you talking that the shii we pull up wit the batts
And we loving the drugs
like its blood like its slatt
And we all wanna die 
like its cool
But its facts
You conforming you poser 
Dont put up an act
Wit the witches and demons and vamps in the trap

Burning Witches (Prod.fkwt)

@im4klij @resttinpeacenovember @catslash @djthr33k

Produced by DJ Three-K & Catslash

Lyrics

@iM4kLiJ

Diyo my amigo, even he know who the badder twin
Life for a life, watch the side that you standing in
Niggas is bitches, Richy ah hang ‘em from a banister
It’s eye for an eye, but it’s do or die in that jam, nigga 
Bop-bop, bleed ‘em my brother feeding him a casket
Bruce Banner hit ‘em and leave ‘em hangin’ like a lanyard
Rappers on some fake active sh*t, full faggot sh*t
The way we been fanning shit out ain’t built for no God damn Instagram, n*gga

Even God can’t murk the vet
My dogs poppin’ big glocks and Percocets
I’m a hot n*gga, b*tch bop and serve me neck
I’m a opp, n*ggas trying to pop and serve me death, n*gga
Even the devil can’t murk me
My n*ggas poppin’ big metal and lil perkys
Only time I got stripped when police searchin’
Your b*tch said that you need to start workin’

N*ggas ain’t gettin’ money, n*ggas down bad, hurtin’
Ain’t gettin’ money, these n*ggas down bad, hurtin’
I f*cked your hoe in a brand new jersey
I’m a player, n*gga, you trying to save her

(Oxy, I love you)

Dummy, dummy (trying to save her)
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Dummy, n*gga, you a dummy (dummy)
N*gga, you a dummy

(N*ggas really bummy and that sh*t ain’t funny, I put a lot on my money, what the b*tch want from me)

@resttinpeacenovember

(Ay, ay)

I got hoes in my comments, the f*ck am I supposed to do 
They just f*ckin’ wit’ my ism, girl, this isn’t about you 
I’m really hard body, I’ll prolly take your life with my crew 

(Off the molly all jolly, lil baby, come through)

But yo phone gettin’ took so you don’t have a clue where we at wit’ it
Bad b*tches holdin’ on my glock, we got mad switches 
Burnin’ all this gas leaking pathogens 
HoodVampTaliban, Tokers Town, we savages 

@iM4kLiJ

Even God can’t murk the vet
My dogs poppin’ big glocks and Percocets
I’m a hot n*gga, b*tch bop and serve me neck
I’m a opp, n*ggas trying to pop and serve me death, n*gga
Even the devil can’t murk me
My n*ggas poppin’ big metal and lil perkys
Only time I got stripped when police searchin’
Your b*tch said that you need to start workin’

N*ggas ain’t gettin’ money, n*ggas down bad, hurtin’
Ain’t gettin’ money, these n*ggas down bad, hurtin’
I f*cked your hoe in a brand new jersey
I’m a player (aye)

(You trying to save her)

@resttinpeacenovember

Came in this b*tch on my lonesome 
Why he claiming the sett, I don’t know son 
The devil tried taking me out of this world but I came back, that b*tch was a close one 
Now I gotta f*ck b*tches in foursomes
Have like four sons, give ‘em mo’ guns 
Go get mo’ funds 
So I lowball, snowball the f*ck out of the motion

Glocks N Perks (feat. RIP November) (cat/ remix)

4K LIJ, INFINITYISDEAD, RIP NOVEMBER - I DONT WANNA BE AROUND

I’m so tired of walking round like my life is illegal 
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Even if I died, ide come right back bih this the sequel 
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Watch out for yo bitch she told me she want go to regal 
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Like baby can’t you see though, that all I want is pesos 
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I’m up in your function got my blade up in my pocket Ey 
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Please don’t walk up to my face if you ain’t really on it ey 
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Come up once Your bleeding out you leaking like a faucet Ey 
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I don’t care bout nothing brando leave you in a coffin Ey
(IM NOT THE FIRST OR SECOND hook and verse)

Hood Pope(W/RIP.NOVEMBER)

iLoveBeingAlone w/ siixftunder (crescnta)

WHATS PLOTS [PROD+ 444JET]

Produced by @deadfave

4K Lij - dreams.mp3

Lyrics

I just wake up and get a bag
Wake up in the morning, roll the weed, hit the gas
Baby I’m a 1 of 1 Wolf, in my pack
I don’t got the time to put nobody on my back
I don’t want her body I just pass her to the SETT
She know Imma fly, I got bat wings on my neck
Talking on the net, like you really threat 
Please protect your neck, we coming above the rim

We coming at ya neck
Hitting below the belt and hitting above the rim
Sliding with my bros to go and get us a check
I’m overthinking so, I light up a cigarette
Shawty hit my line and she got it I can’t pretend
Caramel body remind me of cinnamon
Shawty God-Body, her pussy popping a 10
Caramel body remind me of cinnamon

BR4G X ANTI.BILLY

$HYE

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