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Stay With Me - 1nonly

☽🩸 blood moon dress 🩸 [Lil $wedden]

98' ft Afterdeath (prod. bumboi)

SMOKE! w/ 870glizzy (prod. bumboi)

[slevpy]
It’s the day of the dead when I’m rolling down your block
Got a inferred beam on the 4.5 glock

Boy you a puppet, ever you ever do is talk
But I don’t give a fuck cuzz I’m steady getting guap

my homies in the back prolly kill you for the clout
And when I’m tryna speak you but shut your damn mouth
wanna see the devil then go and let a word out
I’m grim reaper boy you can fuckin find out 

I ain’t never need a bitch, why y’all hitting up my phone
When out making bread y’all better leave me alone
only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong
Im always off the gas, holey shit im always stoned

U talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do
I’ll be Hitting head shots like duck duck goose
I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop
And fuck yea dead homies, you’ll dead wit em too

[swish]
fuck yo dead homies 
i been staying a glock
9 mm take skin off yo top
bad lil hoe
heard she was a thot
had her give me head cause the bitch not hot
when i slide through the block
got em chanting my name
all for the money
gon run up the fame
too much paper
driving (drive-in) me insane
so when i look at you im ready to spray
big ak
got camos up on it
like no call of duty
but she call, she want it
king of the dead
so who being honest
i fuck with yo bitch
n then break her like promise
we ran a train
i call the boy thomas
and we balling out
had me playing like giannis
too much bands
can't tell what im wanting
im king of the dead
bitch who is you taunting

[slevpy]
It’s the day of the dead when I’m rolling down your block
Got a inferred beam on the 4.5 glock

Boy you a puppet, ever you ever do is talk
But I don’t give a fuck cuzz I’m steady getting guap

my homies in the back prolly kill you for the clout
And when I’m tryna speak you but shut your damn mouth
wanna see the devil then go and let a word out
I’m grim reaper boy you can fuckin find out 

I ain’t never need a bitch, why y’all hitting up my phone
When out making bread y’all better leave me alone
only married to the bag cuzz it never did me wrong
Im always off the gas, holey shit im always stoned

U talking on the gram bitch tell me what it do
I’ll be Hitting head shots like duck duck goose
I be in the whip bitch, i be in the coop
And fuck yea dead homies, you’ll dead wit em too

DAY OF THE DEAD - Feat. 666swish (prod.$upreme) *ON ALL PLATFORMS*

purge x th3kxd9 Sixth Dimension

PROD.ACCULBED
ON ALL PLATFORMS
linktr.ee/666swish
COVER IS @???

- Follow 666SWISH -
Twitter @666Swish
Instagram @666Swish
soundcloud.com/666SWISH​​
open.spotify.com/artist/4pClZ8jAn…6KQsGqduYJ2SXn3Q

- Follow ERYXSE -
Instagram @eryxse
soundcloud.com/ery-xse
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6imt6WsSJ4CsmGIynup4wW?si=Y2qEXw2rRCWqD0g_rvHkow&dl_branch=1

- lyrics -
shorty wanting love
cause the bands on blue
got two bad thots
thing 1 thing 2
keep the cat in the hat
and the glock in the true
she a bad lil hoe
but her friends bad too
ima hit it then i dip
get the bag like chips
pockets obese
so the bands don't fit
louis v on the belt
but the pants gon slip
aint trippin on a bitch
but her ex man did

knew he was a hoe
cause he stay on my dick
keep a chop in the whip
right next to the stick
buzzin on a bitch
cause i know im finna hit
she gon hit my line
bumboi type shit
shorty hit my phone like
baby what it do
hope u tell me
cause im tryna come thru
can't fuck w a bitch
if she only bout blue
been known she a thot
n she been through the crew

bitch I pull up park the whip
I cock the slide and up the nine
fuck u talking bout pressing me
grab a pick and get a iron
if its murder we gon
shh shh
who that did the crime
all they do is post pictures
caption @ us all the time
got these bands in the coupe
thang 1 thang 2
bad thot suck dick
and she swallow nut too
keep the fye on deck
but he never pulling through
ima beat a pussy ass
record it
post it on the news
see im always with the action
get to work
then get to clapping
buy my shooters automatic
so they shoot shit like the magic
fuck yo main that bitch is average
all my women super valid
yo lil boyfriend don't want static
burn his crib like sticks to matches
we gon pull up rick ross
now my pockets obese 
if that boy want a feat
he gon needa get a lease
if he say that he kill me
he could show shoot the piece at least
he could show shoot the piece at

shorty wanting love
cause the bands on blue
got two bad thots
thing 1 thing 2
keep the cat in the hat
and the glock in the true
she a bad lil hoe
but her friends bad too
ima hit it then i dip
get the bag like chips
pockets obese
so the bands don't fit
louis v on the belt
but the pants gon slip
aint trippin on a bitch
but her ex man did

666swish x eryxse - thing 1 thing 2

Inspiring Cinematic (Cover)

Villainess (prod. By Trunja)

prod. bumboi
Lyrics:

Aye bitch I’m back from the dead 
Hold up u know that I never done left 
Rip my heart from my own fucking chest
Can’t take no breaks no I can’t take no rest 

Pushing me back to the edge of a brink 
Feeling surrounded got no where to think
Feels like I’m drowning I’m only gon sink 
See my reflection inside of this piece 

How did I end up back down in the mud in the k no cut 
I’m from a place where they show no love 
They wishing death on you waiting to flex on you hoping to see you end up in the slums 

Chopping it up back and forth with the toolie  tool 
Quick w the pack when I smoke out the room with those 
Couple of stacks make me crack a lil smile too 
Couple of stacks make me crack a lil smile too 


All in my head 
Demons still talking 
they all want me dead 
Reaper is waking me up in my bed
Stares from the corner I can’t take a breath 
 
U not my dawgs
Yall was just fronting I helped u evolve 
Eating my plate gave me nothing at all 
knew You was fake and I still let u on 


And I’m fucked up in the head 
Talking too much get you put to the test 
Cut it real short put a tech to my head 
Break a lil shorty till she fell nun left 

Moving too much I just popped me a bean 
Calming my nerves so I don’t feel seen 
Only see evil I feel like fiend 
Walking off balance I spilled all my tea

Aye bitch I’m back from the dead 
Hold up u know that I never done left 
Rip my heart from my own fucking chest
Can’t take no breaks no I can’t take no rest 

Pushing me back to the edge of a brink 
Feeling surrounded got no where to think
Feels like I’m drowning I’m only gon sink 
See my reflection inside of this piece

Back From The Dead (prod. Bumboi)

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deadmau5 & Kiesza - Bridged By A Lightwave (Acoustic) [edit]

[patrick bateman]
You can dress like me, do you hair like me, talk and walk like me. But the difference between you and I is I’m 1 of a kind, and you cant be more like me.

[hook]
If you want me to like you, be more like me
I look the man in the mirror, I like what I see
Nice shoes, nice pants, and a clean white tee
I’m not narcissistic baby, bitch omg
I really made it for myself and now these bitches comin back
Bitch I Doubled all my money, while I leveled up my stats
All homies going up, and the fakes done left the chat
I put a bitch on for 1 day, but she ain’t ever comin back 
(X2)
[verse]
I don’t want your problems, stfu just leave me lone
Every day some body switching, wtf be going on
They be hating from a distance I can feel it in my bones
Bitch I really just be chillin smokin gas until I’m gone
Dumb boy, fuck boy, get shot down
Crazy how they hatin but I’m cruising on they block now
140 on the dash, im cruising with the top down
like to see me doing bad, I hope you like my Glock sound

Fucks boys tryna copy me
No no you cannot rock with me
That lame shit aint stoppin me
I be making money while you gossiping
X2

[hook]
If you want me to like you, be more like me
I look the man in the mirror, I like what I see
Nice shoes, nice pants, and a clean white tee
I’m not narcissistic baby, bitch omg
I really made it for myself and now these bitches comin back
Bitch I Doubled all my money, while I leveled up my stats
All homies going up, and the fakes done left the chat
I put a bitch on for 1 day, but she ain’t ever comin back 
(X2)

More Like Me (prod.user)

AVAILABLE ALL PLATS


lyrics:
garter belts thighed ooh, she want a happy ending

got me tied up she be smilin ahh, love it when im stuck n squirming

droolin she the predator I pray she won't be mean

I be capping that I'm tough she test me on the scene

got a room, reserved for two, love it suite, honeymoon

takin off her garments she wanna family real soon

I ain't ready but she bout to pounce, yk what we gon do

we gettin in the mood, changin minds like i'm tuned


got the pieces laced and tied, choker, earrings to the side

colored midnight black got her chest exposed underside

netted a milly rippin like the holes around her leg

look down she pull me up got me enraptured by them eyes

they sayin "why u scared? ain't u happy? I want you on the bed,
 with me bouncin up and down, and I want you grabbin up my breats"

"baby grab my hand I'll guide you, I want us inside instead

got me sweatin so I followed her I gotta get ahead


no words, no thoughts, only hittin

hypnotized by them hips, lips kissin

rotatin, n switchin, got me wantin seconds

grip her waist pull it down, let the stick take a dip in

ay

use another rubber every session

cat is esctasy with the way I be addicted

when I'm finished keep it in, drain it all clean it up leave her in the bed all twitchin
  

garter belts thighed ooh, she want a happy ending

got me tied up she be smilin ahh, love it when im stuck n squirming

droolin she the predator I pray she won't be mean

I be capping that I'm tough she test me on the scene

got a room, reserved for two, love it suite, honeymoon

takin off her garments she wanna family real soon

I ain't ready but she bout to pounce, yk what we gon do

we gettin in the mood, changin minds like i'm tuned

MANIPULATE ME!

SMOKIN ROSIN IN YO HOOD - Bumboi X SYNC (prod. Bumboi)

WAIT A MINUTE X Slevpy808 & XATASHI)

Frequency (demxn)

I just get my racks in 🕊️

Lyrics:
I just copped a new bitch, she exotic
Curvaceous and she drippin on my bed, that's aquatic
She wanna taste my uh, gimme top idiotic
But I can't keep her close, she be talking with a varnish
Can't break my concentration, I ain’t taking the narcotics, yeah
I just get my racks in, I don't even go to sleep
Yeah it's hella taxing, oh my god
Yeah, gotta get the reps in
Keep that pedal to the metal, for I'll lose my traction

All these bitches sleepin on me, bitch I'm bout’ to blow
I said my money long forever, that’s just how it go
I flooded out my scene, my wrist, my benz and now my coat
Me and Qrystral bout to turn your wifes into some hoes
It's hard to keep it humble when you're tweeting from a rolls
I'm too narcissistic for these brats on my phone
Said she got a man to me, and I said he a joke
That boy said he'll fight me, but he built like ruby rose
Rose, rose, rose
I be dog walking all my opps they on all fours
Hunnid bands on me, park my stick up in they dome
How these rappers talkin when my dicks up in they throat?

She exotic, curvaceous and she drippin on my bed, that's aquatic
She wanna taste my uh, gimme top idiotic
But I can't keep her close, she be talking with a varnish
Can't break my concentration, I ain’t taking the narcotics, yeah
I just get my racks in, I don't even go to sleep
Yeah it's hella taxing, oh my god
Yeah, gotta get the reps in
Keep that pedal to the metal, for I'll lose my traction

EXOTIC

EXOTIC (w. damienfarron)

you ain't really bout it 🥱

Lyrics:
You can cut the shit, motherfucker you ain’t really bout’ it
Tell me who been steady countin, steady stacking mountains
Shut yo mouth before I cut you, with this blade I’m crownin
Keep it pushing, I can’t lose when I’m this many rounds in
Yeah, just cut that shit and lock in
You don’t even put in work, why the fuck you talkin
All these multi milli records got me hella toxic
Too much money coming in, it ain’t even shocking, what

Richest in my city, Dame Margera, bitch I'm him
I'm probably rolling zaza, getting faded till I'm limp
I could fuck your bitch, and her friend, and her twin
I might go bananas, hit the beat just like a chimp
Had to kill my ego, 'fore I turn into a cunt
Nah I’m kidding, Imma talk my shit because I'm up
Tommy gun be edging lil bro, it's bout to bust
I was in the bentley, with the sticks off the runts

I was ducking school and dodging classes, tryna make a mil
Said you wanna talk money, but you ain’t in the field
Yeah, catch me running endzone, why the fuck you standin’ still
Why these pussies on my dick, screaming out reap kills
Ugh, catch me wit’ some sticks, I put a semi to your belly
Put ur xray on a watch, call that shit an AP skelly
Cut the shit motherfucker, where your bitch motherfucker
Make a bag motherfucker, count some numbers motherfucker, ugh

Cut the shit, motherfucker
You can cut the shit, motherfucker
You can cut the shit, motherfucker
Motherfucker
Cut the shit, motherfucker

You can cut the shit, motherfucker you ain’t really bout’ it
Tell me who been steady countin, steady stacking mountains
Shut yo mouth before I cut you, with this blade I’m crownin
Keep it pushing, I can’t lose when I’m this many rounds in
Yeah, just cut that shit and lock in
You don’t even put in work, why the fuck you talkin
All these multi milli records got me hella toxic
Too much money coming in, it ain’t even shocking, what

MANIPULATE ME!

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