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FORGOTTEN CENTURY

INDETERMINATION

ENXK - AURA (ft. IGRES) @Sergivt

Lyrics: 

Pass the Glock, look at the clock
Thinking of a murder plot
Skeemask got the nine millimeter headed for a nigga's stash spot
Watch your back, break yourself
Cheeze is what my niggas need
Scoping out that dope track
Breaking these niggas down to the muthafuckin' knees
Bitch ass niggas runnin' they mouth
All these fools are down and out
Catch his ass, slippin' with the skimask, this fool is in my house
Creepin' to the back do'
That boy don't know what happened you see
Peekin', turnin' my doorknob, but this bitch still does not hear me
Loadin' the clip, watch me trip, now the nine is on my hip
Bitch ass nigga talkin' that shit, still got a wig split
I had to drag him to his fuckin' bitch
Now we have to hang this bitch
Played it muthafucka song, drop it off yo muthafuckin' ass quick
Squeeky, wassup playa I had to I get this nigga up out my crib
All this playaz hataz got some Anna with the Skeemask kid
Last, but not least, I tell KIlla Murphy and Outlaw mane
Pick up the muthafuckin gat and tell these bustaz to watch they back

Presto change-o, it's the Outlaw
Incognito, strollin' on a creep tip bitch
Stri-strapped with the click, Glock cocked, tick tock
It's time to rob a trizzick
Ten toes down in the hizzood off in the bushes scopin'
So so hizzigh off this fizzire dizzope Indo I be smokin'
The full moon gleamin', not long til I’ll be thinkin' of a muthafuckin' scheme
The trizzak hizzot, lay 'em dizzown in my benzy
I got a plan, I'm the man, fizzo five in my left hand
Them hizzo they sleepin', creepin' on the tippy-toe, it's Tha Masque Mane
Oh, my hustle peekaboo stick 'em up, busta free yo mind
Of being a hero 'cause hizzo born to lose you soon shall die
Don't give me no hassle, guess what I'm packin' hollow tips
In the clip don't trip mizzane, them thizzangs so deadly, yo ass will flip
Flizzat on your bizznack jack, like a cheerio with the hole in one son
Don't take it personal fool, ain't no lizzove for you pizzunks
Pistol pimpin', izzaint slippin', guess that ass got smacked
I clizzick quizzick on a trizzick bitch, watch yo back



Anna want to your niggas got forces here
Writin' niggas Killa Murphy creepin' continue to the shred is ain't
Baby fuck a nigga, 'cause Killa Murphy jacktive, strap-injective
Bell in on your petty bustaz ass...
Bitch collapse...
I got no love for yo ho but cuff that bitch 'cause this is pimpin'
Tuck your bone inside yo shirt, deflate yo nuts (You ain't no killa)
I got's no Anna for no nigga, but my Glock leaves mammies crying
Nigga trippin', killa clickin', trigga slippin' back...
Killa hide...
Bitch I got a clip full of slugs, niggas blood on my clothes
Indonesia to my lips, runnin' from the popos
I burned the boves
Nealty faded shade grinin', niggas [?], killa scopin'!
Bitch we rollin', creepin' slowly
Skeemask down, bed them hoes
Got lay me down the cheeze
GP bitch, killa Jack!
Indonesia keep me scheming, Killa Murphy creepin' niggas better...

Cover:@Sergivt

AURA (ft. IGRES)

“La Dolce Vita Z – Roman Nights” revives the timeless decadence of Fellini’s Rome, reimagined for nightlife. Blending lo-fi house, dream pop, and sensual R&B with cinematic orchestral textures, this album is a soundtrack to forbidden romance and luxury excess. From moonlit Vespa rides to champagne-fueled rooftop affairs, every track drips with erotic glamour and nocturnal seduction. A modern love letter to passion, chaos, and desire under the Roman moon.

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