Not A Soul

Lyrics:
I know who you came with, All this lying, got me dangerous
Walked up in the store, and I bought me some more I don't wanna party, but I know you will go
I don't wanna drink, but I know you will pour I don't really care as long as you don't go
I need you to know, who you came with, nah all this love gets dangerous

I ain't taking risks no more with you I don't wanna go what I've been through
No, no, not again Yeah, I ain't gonna do that, oh no
I don't wanna do that all over
All the percocet's  filling my love damn baby think I've given up on love

Walked up in the section, yeah, they know what I'm on walked up in the party, yeah, they want me some more
Want me some more, pour me something up , I ain't had before
Yeah, I know how you move, how you are don't run away don't go far
But I can tell ya All the things you do

I can see through your lies Show me your love inside
Inside of you, yeah, baby, I know you But I hate the things you do

Who You Came With

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

mix by me

prod Burny

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Lonely Prod Burny.

beat prod zivo
lyrics by me
mix and mastered by me

bleeding out prod zivo

Thank you to all producers and Artists who were apart of this journey!!! 

MAFIA BIDNESS IS HERE <3

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prod: @xfamtly
cover art: me 
ig: Jaeswae4ver

High in that bih like a ceiling 
whipping a benz am wheeling
I can't fuck wit the hoe shit
I think she catching the feelings
am tryna get up like lenny
I flip a band and am tryna getting milis
my brudda talking he feeling like timmy
told him to get the fucking telly
when that bih she talk she gone feel the same she feel my pain
she don't understand bitch I been the man don't need the fame
I got dinero am tryna get barrels lil nigga yk I pop my shit
am tryna put all my dick in her stomach am telling the hoe you not my bitch
damn
 that shit way to cray
stay on my dolo like jay
nobody called my phone of course a nigga feel a way
I choose money over bitches know I see the fake
I Need diamonds on my wrist so I see my face

am boutta hit up the top like baylor
I take a side and am moving like sailors
we are not playing we moving like bailor
Count up the money it hit up my finger
I got the gas in the air and it lingers
My choppa shooting it sound like a singer
pick up the phone and I turn on you're ringer
he getting cooked and I serve him like dinner

I make a movie you making a trailer
black on my body dont need me a tailor
I get the paper
rap on that bih and I pull out my acer
nigga get blicked down just like tracer
we take his shit and we rubbing eraser 
pop at the nigga we give him a laser
yo shawty dirty I never could date her
all of the lean in my stomach 
that nigga plummit
I told the hoe go suck it
she do it on camera I'm talking like buckets
told her am gone love it oh my god
where is respect these niggas be showing
aint talking bout money I never be going
know sum niggas they be asking for sum shit I know they owing

Hop on that bih like am Trevor
run in that bih like am tenner
I am not one of those pussy niggas that you talk to bitch you better remember 
He don't know his place
send sum shots gone hold yuh face
I been on the top
Your are not serious
where is that nigga he going I leave him delirious 
We are not perium
I am not fearing him
lil nigga wanna be one of the greatest
How in the fuck the nigga the fakest 
we are not playing yo shit is basic
pop out yo house we leaving it vacant
nigga be talking I told him don't say shit
double O seven am not really agent
my shawty bad she look a lil Asian

I ain't got time for niggas depending on me
you talking crazy that shit odee
I'm tryna plant all my money on trees
that bih a thot I know she treesh
Lil baby don't care to each they're own
This niggas a pussy he feature on
He paying for beats go put in a loan
he talk a lil nice go watch your tone
He want beef that shit home grown
I ain't wit no gimmicks Imma finish and imma stay in my zone
my brudda a dog he tearing yo home
I play for keeps you play on yo phone
Imma go bang on the bank lil bitch you know imma pull up and get what you owe!


Jaeswae is forever

Who You Came With

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