THE WAY YOU LOOK
SHOULD BE A SIN
YOU MY SENSATION

MAY THE LORD FORGIVE US
MAY THE GODS BE WITH US

HOW SHE GON’ 
WAKE UP 
& NOT LOVE ME NO MORE

I THOUGHT I WAS THE ASSHOLE, I GUESS ITS RUBBING OFF

HARD TO BE HUMBLE 
WHEN YOU STUNTING 
ON A JUMBOTRON

WHEN THE SUN GO DOWN
ITS THE MAGIC HOUR, THE MAGIC HOUR

THROWING SHIT AROUND, THE WHOLE PLACE SCREWED UP

YOU LOVE ME FOR ME ?
COULD YOU BE MORE PHONY ?

Баси вроді норм

og
https://soundcloud.com/i-heart-lean/yeah-yeah-young-nudy-remix

lyrics:

[Intro]
You can't trust nobody
I don't fuck with these niggas
Fuck 12
Look what kind of picture they try to paint on me
Drank
I know
What you tell 'em, slime?

[Chorus]
Gangster (Yeah)
Blood (Yeah), shooter (Yeah)
Killer (Yeah), robber (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), finesser (Yeah)
Jugger (Yeah), I do it (Yeah)
Sticks (Yeah), get to it (Yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck
Huh? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, drank
Mollies, Percs
Lean, pour me up

[Verse 1]
Look what the Molly make your bitch do
Look what the drank make your bitch do
Look what the weed make your bitch do, fuck it
Look what the Percs make Young Nudy do
Beat your bitch back down
I'ma give your ho the mack down
WWE Smackdown
Yeah, I'm talking raw, nigga
Beat your bitch raw, nigga, yeah
All in her jaws, nigga
All in her jaws, nigga
Knockin' down walls, nigga
Beat your bitch face up
Yeah, I run I run the cake up
Riding 'round with the cakers
Yeah, we havin' bakers
Bake me a pussy nigga
Try to play, nigga, I'ma go and roll you up like a Swisher
And I'ma smoke you, nigga
Yeah, you over with

[Chorus]
Gangster (Yeah)
Blood (Yeah), shooter (Yeah)
Killer (Yeah), robber (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), finesser (Yeah)
Jugger (Yeah), I do it (Yeah)
Sticks (Yeah), get to it (Yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck
Huh? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, drank
Mollies, Percs
Lean, pour me up
[Verse 2]
Damn, you trust that bitch
Damn, you trust that ho
Yeah, I don't really give a fuck 'bout that ho
Give her nothin' but the slow strokes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got your bitch in the room screaming, yeah
Yeah, blam, damn, well
I done rolled up another blunt, Toucan Sam
Froot Loops in a fucking coupe
Riding 'round with the whole zoo, what about you?
You through, they through
I'm shooting, you shooting
They 'bout it, we 'bout it
Catch a body, you ain't 'bout it
Been 'bout it, since a youngin'
Everybody know I want the money
If a nigga ain't talking 'bout no money
Shit, I guess I'll go fuck on your honey

[Chorus]
Gangster (Yeah)
Blood (Yeah), shooter (Yeah)
Killer (Yeah), robber (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), finesser (Yeah)
Jugger (Yeah), I do it (Yeah)
Sticks (Yeah), get to it (Yeah)
Your bitch wanna fuck
Huh? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, drank
Mollies, Percs
Lean, pour me up

[Outro]
Huh, yeah
I bet one of y'all bitch will call me right now
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Ain't tryin' these bitches
See what the drug make yo' bitch do

YEAH YEAH - YOUNG NUDY  (SPED UP)

song is morrigan by siouxxie i just sped it up

MORRIGAN

hero-yvncc (sped up)

Freshmen Adjustment

All Falls Down

kendrick lamar - the art of peer pressure

shordy - money mitch (speed up/best part looped)

for my girl - sped up

roses-Kanye sped up

Some day, some day
Some day I'll, I wanna wear a starry crown
Some day, some day
Some day I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday
Hold up, hold up
Some days, some days
I remember this on Sunday
Back way, yeah way, way
Some day, mmm, mmm
Some day, I wanna tell everybody, some days
I wanna hit the red dot, I'll never find
Some days, some
Each one, knowing how 'm livin', smokin' marijuana
Now I'm livin' high, doin' what I wanna, some days
I've been tryin' to make you love me
But everything I try just takes you further from me
Some day we gon' set it off
Some day we gon' get this off
Baby, don't you bet it all
On a pack of Fentanyl
You might think they wrote you off
They gon' have to rope me off
Some day the drama'll be gone
And they'll pray, it's not enough
Sometimes I take all the shine
Talk like I drank all the wine
Years ahead but way behind
I'm on one, two, three, four, five
No half-truths, just naked minds
Caught between space and time
This not what we had in mind
But maybe some day
I've been tryin' to make you love me
But everything I try just takes you further from me
Oh, once again I am a child
I let it all go (go), of everything that I know, yeah
Of everything that I know, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free

Ghost Town By Kanye West (Ft. Sunday Service)

A$AP Rocky - Jukebox Joints (Ft Joe Fox & Kanye West)

Seen on an early version of "The College Dropout". Features the Lauryn Hill sample, alternate instrumentation, and an alternate vocal take. According to Shalik Berry, Lauryn Hill cleared the sample, then last minute wouldn't allow it to be used, as "she didn't actually write the record".

All Falls Down [OG Version] - Kanye West ft Lauryn Hill

ALL CAPS - MF DOOM

A$AP Rocky - Jukebox Joints (Ft. Joe Fox & Kanye West)

RIP MF DOOM!!! ALL CAPS WHEN U SAY HIS NAME!

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