old version of syxx anthem i made before 2021 ended

previously

title: "put your body on my three"

ib #nobody

track 3

all my friends: me, myself, and i

s'il vous plait. @n (@oneryukk anthem)

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Lyrics:
Who the fuck callin' my phone?

Bad girl on my left, bad girl on my, I'll twirl on the
Light, my face in her chest, my face in her breast
Gotta test, she don' failed the shit, she want more my dick
Gotta stick, that's my twin, raise our kid, raise our jit
Put her hands on my body, she controllin' me like 10-2,
Mental, got her in my car, not a rental
Sent to a sub or the dom test like a dental
Want to not be alone, not talkin' instrumental

To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight
To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight (What, what?)
To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight (To the what?)
To the left, to the right,
To the left, to the right

Ay, tryna start shit
Press select because a nigga finna clip this
Hit B, A, because a nigga tryna punch, kick
Serve a nigga like Mac, like he Kross, Kriss, pause, bitch

I-I-I wanna taste, I'm tryna get a taste (Taste)
She tryna get her teeth white, not talkin' bout toothpaste
I'm not a glory, no, I am not a glory
Up down, up down, I'm not talking- (I'm not talking-)

She shakin' all her body, I'm like "Damn, how you do that?
That down-south dance that you move a little too fast?"
Not talking bout the region, but I'm down-south, true that
I'll take you to my crib and show you the room I produce at
Ay, and I'm not talkin' bout my beats (WHAT!?)
I'm tryna be the Isleys, we can get Between The Sheets (WHAT!?)
Tryna show a omnivore to eat a little meat (WHAT!?)
She want my Hardaway, it went Bam like the Heat (YEA-Y-YEAH!!)

Oh, shit, and I'm not done, she want a lil more fun
She tryna see it pokin, tryna see it in her tum-tum
She like "For Pete's Sake" 'cause she know that's where I come from
She wanna lick the meat, I said "Girl, I'm not a dum-dum"
She tryna learn a trick, guess I'll show a lil- (show a lil-)
You gotta wax the ledge, or you're just asking for the friction
Hold the manual steady, and don't rush on the eviction
Keep it up with protection, and then you will get addicted

-ddicted, -ddicted,  -ddicted, -ddicted, -ddicted,  -ddicted
Who the fuck calling my-?

To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight
To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight
To the left, to the right
All these other niggas tryna run from a fight
To the left, to the right,
To the left, to the-to the-to the-

konami (prod. alone)

Let me try sum' (try sum')
Showed you everything, not tryna hide nun' (hide nun')
What you tryna do until your time's up? (time's up)
Bae, for you, am I the right one? (right, right one)
Yeah, don't depend on me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All them tears rollin' down my cheek (uh, uh, uh)
Knock out the beat, Muhammad Ali (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can see you fighting for me (bleed)
Heart cold, can't breathe

Over it (yeah!)
The way you got me movin', fuck that sober shit (fuck that sober shit)
You said you wouldn't leave me, now I'm cold again (I'm cold, yeah)
Applying so much pressure, I can't fold again
You don't gotta move, stay frozen (uh, uh)
Elsa, my baby, stay frozen (uh, uh, uh)
Elsa, my baby, stay frozen (woo, woo)
Elsa, my baby, stay frozen (woo, woo, woo)
Elsa, my baby

(cash)

Can't pick up no calls, call tomorrow
Can't find you, so far, why you move like Marco?
It's always been my fault, whole time you pissed off
I never tried enough, gotta prepare for liftoff (yeah)
Yeah, ballin', I'm knockin' the pins down like Chris Paul
I never follow no rules, damn sure not followin' this law (that's right)
'Boutta swerve in this whip knowin' damn sure I never do pit stops
Roamin' the world thinkin' everyone hate me, a slap in the face, Chris Rock

Found this fine lil' shorty off TikTok
She tryna dance to the real rock
After that she givin' real top, aye
Me and her sit on the hilltop, aye
Slide with Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy (Givenchy, Givenchy)
Yeah, how many stacks am I walkin' with? Gotta be plenty (be plenty, be plenty)
Woah, I got a new theory, call up Leonard and Penny (Penny)
Power up, makin' some money
Power up, makin' some zeni
Slay 'boutta go crazy, Slay 'boutta turn into a monster—he look like a zeti (woo)
Fine lil' shit tryna dance in the club
She tryna do the cha-cha just like Zeddy

I done spent so much cheese, I done spent so much fetty
I can't run out of flows, I just hope that you ready
I can't run out of nothin' anymore—yeah, me and my niggas gon' stunt on y'all some more
Baggin' and stylin', for y'all it could be a chore
Rappin' and stylin', for me it's not a chore
Poppin' whatever I dreamt I could afford
Poppin' whatever I dreamt I could afford

Over it (yeah!)
The way you got me movin', fuck that sober shit (fuck that sober shit)
You said you wouldn't leave me, now I'm cold again (I'm cold, yeah)
Applying so much pressure, I can't fold again
You don't gotta move, stay frozen (uh, uh)
Elsa, my baby, stay frozen (uh, uh, uh)
Elsa, my baby, stay frozen (woo, woo)
Elsa, my baby, stay frozen (woo, woo, woo)
Elsa, my baby

A NEW ERA

MY ELSA

MY ELSA (feat. slayr)

I don't think that you got what it takes
Tryna let it go before it hits my face
Said "I don't ever wanna instigate"
You gon' need some bigger shoes tryna fill that place, like who?
How they let this shit pop off like poof?
Did that once, had to do that two
Could tell that you hate to read the room
That's just so inopportune
Can't wish a good day, fuck your afternoon
Won't always work out how you need it to
Cause you know I don't, I hope you do
I hope you do

Cause I never know when to call it
Can't make it work how you wanted
It ain't no way I let anything get in between it, no parallel parking
Fuck Batman, I bet that I break up out of Arkham
Got a bad feeling, it's gon start sum
Stuck in the middle like Malcolm, huh

Be what it be, throw the doubts out
Up for me, and it's down for you, like we cracking the egg on a bounce house
Felt weird, what's that 'bout?
Can't lie, I been checked out
I like staying in the crib, ain't kicking shit, no roundhouse
And I hope that I ain't promise that, cause you know I won't
Never been too fond of baseball, one strike you're on your own
If it's like that, then it's like that, why you wanna put it off?
You know it don't take much to prove that

I never know when to call it
Can't make it work how you wanted
It ain't no way I let anything get in between it, no parallel parking
Fuck Batman, I bet that I break up out of Arkham
Got a bad feeling, it's gon start sum
Stuck in the middle like Malcolm, huh

(I never know when to call it)
(Can't make it work how you wanted)
(It ain't no way I let anything get in between it, no parallel parking)
(Fuck Batman, I bet that I break up out of Arkham)
(Got a bad feeling, it's gon start sum)
(Stuck in the middle like Malcolm)

(That was fun!)

MALCOLM

MALCOLM (feat. imnotvrycreative)

featuring @shaycupine , @endrisdeath, @imnotvrycreative , and @westwood.mp3

for niztopia's last songwars of the year, we didnt win but we still love this song
guitar by endri, everything else produced by me
ib defsharp

i dont want you to notice 
the flaws around me
they keep growing on me
i dont want you to notice
the world around me
it keeps falling on me

tell me what you want, what you need from me
i just wanna know what i need to be
tell me what you want, what you need from me
i just wanna know what i need to be

what i need to be,
cause' i don't know at all
cause' i don't know at all
hate this feeling
trapped inside these walls
with no escape at all
so don't turn me into an afterthought
what can i be to have your heart
i can't seem to get enough

and i don’t want you to know that I know 
and i don’t want you to call back my home
and i don’t want you to know that 
you can always come back home, but I don't want you to know that

i ain't want you to notice
i'll glue the pages, that book never been open
i think we both know, I'll fix it till its broken
i'd take anything, take anything but hopeless
just say the word and we could make it happen
i need more distractions
i hate looking back, but it's back where it happened, and you know that
if it's well enough, why can't I leave it alone then?
just take a moment

im losing focus 
you hear it every time but I just want you to know this 
i hit the road and now you been asking where im goin 
i hope it ends up being better than what you showing
than what you showing 
what you been showing 
your the one for me everybody been known that 
hold my breath and we talk it out and we fuck it up but I go back 
i don’t wanna go dumb it down but you shot the gun and im blown back
but I don’t want you to know that 
but I don’t want you to know that 

you know i'd make it work out for ya
i'm so sure you're 'gon lie, spoken paranoia
i know I ain't 'gon find another, ain't more of ya
you know I ain't bout to let it go
i'll search to find the words, i'll tell you what you need to know
i know you see the irony, I ain't want you to know that
i hate that I could put something above that
the truth hard, but you know that I can't lie

i aint gon lie but your the one for me,
i just wanna try but you gon lie to me,
just tell me what your needin'
your needin'

notice

Demands prod slayr & wa

the rapper that makes producers regret wanting their name mentioned (sorry guys)

prod alone: https://soundcloud.com/uhhhhhhm
prod waera: https://soundcloud.com/killmiri
if the song isnt crediting a prod its prod me
x me = produced with
+ me = I added drums lmao

konami (prod. alone)

OMAR