Not A Soul

Lyrics:

When I tell you I love you baby yeah I mean it (woah)
If I take these pills baby I’m oding
I smoke too much got trouble breathing 
I’m off the pill baby get codeine in here 
They don’t know all the shit I been through 
I been through hell and back baby 
I don’t know about you 
Miss this bitch I miss that Hoe 
Mix that Percocet up in my brain (woah)
I can’t feel the pain (no oh oh) 
I don’t wanna see her (no oh)
I’m off pills all day 
I pop seals all day 
But nun I do will get the thought out my brain 
Love drives me insane 
I been having thoughts in my brain 
I been feeling so alone but I don’t want you no 

When I tell you I love you baby yeah I mean it (woah)
If I take these pills baby I’m oding
I smoke too much got trouble breathing 
I’m off the pill baby get codeine in here
They don’t know all the shit I been through 
I been through hell and back baby 
I don’t know about you 
Miss this bitch I miss that Hoe 
Mix that Percocet up in my brain (woah)
I can’t feel the pain (no oh oh) 
I don’t wanna see her (no oh)
I’m off pills all day 
I pop seals all day 
But nun I do will get the thought out my brain 
Love drives me insane 
I been having thoughts in my brain 
I been feeling so alone but I don’t want you no

Mean It

Cyber Skeleton [Braxdy]

prod bandeja 

mixing & mastering by me & don!

Take It Back w/ Don! [p. bandeja]

Lyrics: 
Where the fuck my drank at
Ran up my bag and I ran up my shit
Back then I was rocking the regular clothes
Now I'm rocking the 1017 Alyx god damn they don't even know

Ain't no one ever think that I would ever trust this bitch
Now I can't fall in love
God damn she left
So I had to roll up and I had to go smoke me the blunt

Ain't no one ever care about me no
Not a soul not no one
Damn I really miss my dawg but I don't miss this bitch
Yeah we not the same

And I spark up the blunt, I don't care if you hate that I smoke
Smoking good weed, that ganja baby
Yeah, it got me moving lazy
Why this bitch drive crazy

And I call up my goons and they ready to shoot
Bitch, I can't give a fuck about you
I don't care who the fuck you came with
I don't even care if we blickin em too

Yeah, we blinking em two
Yeah, I came with 7-6-2
Big ol' ARP gon aim at you
Why the fuck would I trust a thot when I can't even trust myself

Why the fuck would I give love to another person when I can't even love myself
Damn, I already done told them I been through hell

Ran up my bag and I ran up my shit
Back then I was rocking the regular clothes
Now I'm rocking the 1017 Alyx god damn they don't even know

Ain't no one ever think that I would ever trust this bitch
Now I can't fall in love
God damn she left
So I had to roll up and I had to go smoke me the blunt

Ain't no one ever care about me no
Not a soul not no one
Damn I really miss my dawg but I don't miss this bitch
Yeah we not the same

And I spark up the blunt, I don't care if you hate that I smoke
Smoking good weed, that ganja baby
Yeah, it got me moving lazy
Why this bitch drive crazy

And I call up my goons and they ready to shoot
Bitch, I can't give a fuck about you
I don't care who the fuck you came with
I don't even care if we blickin em too

Yeah, we blinking em two
Yeah, I came with 7-6-2
Big ol' ARP gon aim at you
Why the fuck would I trust a thot when I can't even trust myself

Why the fuck would I give love to another person when I can't even love myself
Damn, I already done told them I been through hell

Lyrics: 
Bitch I been feeling good
Bitch I been on the drugs lately
Bitch that shit got me fucked
Bitch I been fucking on some bad hoes
Damn I got hella sluts
I been pouring up the red
Sipping on good codeine
I been sparking up a blunt
Yeah this shit help me sleep
Pouring that shit wit the red baby
Sipping that shit got me sleep
I been sipping on the drugs baby
Yeah this shit got me geeked
Shrooms every other week
Take LSD rip nicotine
Ex bitch hate it when I do the pills
Yeah she think I'd OD
But I'm feeling good when I'm geeked
Bitch I cannot fuck wit you
Damn I been way too high baby
I feel too good
I feel way too good I ain't feel this good ina while
So ima pour up some
Pour up some more bitch I can't feel my soul

Bitch I been feeling good
Bitch I been on the drugs lately
Bitch that shit got me fucked
Bitch I been fucking on some bad hoes
Damn I got hella sluts
I been pouring up the red
Sipping on good codeine
I been sparking up a blunt
Yeah this shit help me sleep
Pouring that shit wit the red baby
Sipping that shit got me sleep
I been sipping on the drugs baby
Yeah this shit got me geeked
Shrooms every other week
Take LSD rip nicotine
Ex bitch hate it when I do the pills
Yeah she think I'd OD
But I'm feeling good when I'm geeked
Bitch I cannot fuck wit you
Damn I been way too high baby
I feel too good
I feel way too good I ain't feel this good ina while
So ima pour up some
Pour up some more bitch I can't feel my soul

Help Me Sleep

Not My Bitch Feat: Nazvsthewrld

Lyrics: 
Big Ol chop on my gun (Ah ah)
ARP he done (Ah ah)
Pussy boy he suck (Ah ah)
Feel my dick up in her guts (Ah ah)
Get yo mans go pick him up (Ah ah)
Nah that pussy boy he lame
Yeah that boy a bum
He can't show me racks nah he don't got none
Big Ol ARP they leave him gone
Damn this hoe a slut she be giving me her thong
She said you my mans tie that shit up on your arm
Kicked her out my crib yeah yeah that bitch so dumb
Top shelf in my lungs
Smoking pressure only to fill my lungs
Bitch I make this music shit
It's way too easy I'm so young
Yeah she give good top
But that bitch got bad grades
Yeah I think she dumb
Yeah but she give throat so I think that she the one
That not my bitch no she not my hoe
No she not my bitch I don't know that hoe (Ah ah)
Toll that poll (Ah ah)
Yeah this block can get cold (Ah ah)
Who texting me oh Nicole (Ah ah)
Yeah I fuck with her on the low (Ah ah)
She Osama she give blow (Ah ah)

Big Ol chop on my gun (Ah ah)
ARP he done (Ah ah)
Pussy boy he suck (Ah ah)
Feel my dick up in her guts (Ah ah)
Get yo mans go pick him up (Ah ah)
Nah that pussy boy he lame
Yeah that boy a bum
He can't show me racks nah he don't got none
Big Ol ARP they leave him gone
Damn this hoe a slut she be giving me her thong
She said you my mans tie that shit up on your arm
Kicked her out my crib yeah yeah that bitch so dumb
Top shelf in my lungs
Smoking pressure only to fill my lungs
Bitch I make this music shit
It's way too easy I'm so young
Yeah she give good top
But that bitch got bad grades
Yeah I think she dumb
Yeah but she give throat so I think that she the one
That not my bitch no she not my hoe
No she not my bitch I don't know that hoe (Ah ah)
Toll that poll (Ah ah)
Yeah this block can get cold (Ah ah)
Who texting me oh Nicole (Ah ah)
Yeah I fuck with her on the low (Ah ah)
She Osama she give blow (Ah ah)

Nicole

Lyrics:
Damn shit really changed for me
Rocking out at a show
Back then I rocking regular clothes
Now I'm rocking this Alyx coat
I feel like I could do whatever I want
No this is not Asics yeah this that Yves Saint Laurent
Bad hoe and she wanted me
I done flipped the switch
I done flipped my green
She used to be my bitch now she my enemy
Hold up like woah
Like what like woah
Like baby don't go
But I don't know
I don't know if I want you
I don't know if I need you
I don't wanna play yo games

Damn shit really changed for me
Rocking out at a show
Back then I rocking regular clothes
Now I'm rocking this Alyx coat
I feel like I could do whatever I want
No this is not Asics yeah this that Yves Saint Laurent
Bad hoe and she wanted me
I done flipped the switch
I done flipped my green
She used to be my bitch now she my enemy
Hold up like woah
Like what like woah
Like baby don't go
But I don't know
I don't know if I want you
I don't know if I need you
I don't wanna play yo games

Change Me

Purposeful [entropy47 x jtscap x eli.yf]

DemonGirl [ft.Zaki] (p.orheezyx)

Thats Cool

https://hyperfollow.com/Stuffedday

Lyrics 

Intro:
That lil nig want a hand out
He can’t even get a breadcrumb
Got gas for the low that sh*t be on sa-le

Hook:
Yeah I’m tryna watch my back uh
And them nigs come under attack 
and you know that ian gon lack uh

Y’all nig always be mad
Ye y’all nig always tryn say sum
To tired I got jet lag 
And you know imma make that bag uh

Y’all always tryn cap bout sum
Like where do ya come from?
That nig want a handout
He can’t even get a breadcrumb 

Verse 1:
Independent I stand,
yeah I’m tryna standout
That lil b*tch a fan,
no you can’t get no shoutout
Pearls on my neck no clam
Pray to God that Glocky won’t jam 
They see me and they know who I am
I’m jus tryna provide for the fam

B*tch nigg do you have a problem?
Took her out to eat to Benihana’s 
I’m in the streets wit the real top shottas 
Always asking for cash like a baby momma

That sh*t you smoking is trash
Make a nigg wanna get in his bag
You know ian never gon lack
Ion give a f*ck if that was the past

And you niggs never listen to me
And lately I been going through it
I been focusing on music
Stfu cuz you sound stupid
Can’t live this way it’s too abusive 

Hook:
Yeah I’m tryna watch my back uh
And them nigs come under attack 
and you know that ian gon lack uh

Y’all nig always be mad
Ye y’all nig always tryn say sum
To tired I got jet lag 
And you know imma make that bag uh

Y’all always tryn cap bout sum
Like where do ya come from?
That nig want a handout
He can’t even get a breadcrumb 

Verse 2:
Gas in my lung can’t feel
Took her out to eat Ian paying no bill
Hold up bae can you grab the wheel 
I’m just tryna run up that mill

Only Cashapp don’t do the Zelle 
Remember hitting licks jus like Ezal
I’m in the mix and you can’t tell
Nigg is a b*tch he gon tuck his tale

I’ll send a lil op to hell
Lil bro couldn’t even pay the bail
I told him call me if you need some help
We smoking on gas this sh*t top shelf

I jus wanna obtain some we-a-lth
Focusing on my mental he-a-lth
I went off track but I’m back on ra-i-l
My nigg move in silence they got ste-a-lth

I can say I did it by mysel-lf
Copy my wave they follow my tra-il
F*ck outta my face you can’t hit this L
This gas for the low that sh*t be on sa-le
Don’t come to my home stop ringing my be-ll

Hook:
Yeah I’m tryna watch my back uh
And them nigs come under attack 
and you know that ian gon lack uh

Y’all nig always be mad
Ye y’all nig always tryn say sum
To tired I got jet lag 
And you know imma make that bag uh

Y’all always tryn cap bout sum
Like where do ya come from?
That nig want a handout
He can’t even get a breadcrumb

Help Me Sleep

JayBud

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