A simp (trabint) gets coffee for his master (login) but takes too long as he encounters the goriest drink Starbucks sells…

simp story ft trabint

glaze

i got it from my dad and my momma got my back i'm not looking for contention!

password

why are there no cucumbers in the fridge

(Prod.byCian x ayoleybeats)

lyrics:
(verse 1)
massive weight lifted off my shoulders, i was trapped
a year and half of torture i aint ever getting back
chat after chat, getting constantly attacked
looking back i dont have a single memory attached
blame it all on pills when you've been crazy off the bat
shit, if i knew from the start, i would have left you there all sad
broken up but i still came to you when you needed a hand
now im more than ready to leave all this shit right in the past, like 

(chorus)
lately i cant fall asleep before 5
its been a chore just to close my eyes
wish i never ever called you mine
hold you tight then i told you lies
salt licks tequila and lime
then i finish up a bottle of wine
at home drunk and out of my mind
and i still dont miss you, i aint wondering why 

(verse 2)
made me promise i wont talk shit when this crashes to an end
but you put me through so much that this the least i could have said
even my motherfuckin therapist had praised me when i left
but i was living in your head and i didnt need to pay a cent
should have hit it once and left you on read
well i did it more and got you obsessed
the withdrawal should have been so cruel
dick so good you gon share it with my friends 

(pre-chorus)
it's so good you gon share it with my-
spent an hour on this song
dont intend on spending more
i had just about enough of this hoe, like

(chorus)
lately i cant fall asleep before 5
its been a chore just to close my eyes
wish i never ever called you mine
hold you tight then i told you lies
salt licks tequila and lime
then i finish up a bottle of wine
at home drunk and out of my mind
and i still dont miss you, i aint wondering why 

(outro)
wish you bad luck through the rest of your life

bad luck

W A L K F R O M M Y D R I P

beat fr u

Werrdness

It Be

rick ross money like a big boss 
sip voss water in the coupe i don’t split costs
hip toss bodies out the spot homie get lost 
bitch flossname in they mouth like the lip gloss 
bitch stop 

bitch you getting picked off
fuck out my circle if hear u on some slick talk
word round street you can be a little bit toxic
you ain’t no goddess I’m seeing through your sick fraud shit 
bitch I’m off it

und wir gehen mit den junge jede nacht 
posted up mit schwere waffen immer im meine platz oh my god 
viele bitches tryna play me for a fool laugh it off mit die junge mit dem poles then du tanzt

try and play me you gon have put your back in it
half villian fit clean with black denim 
i ain’t fucking witcha i can tell you mack venom
gloves off catch you red handed give a life sentence
i’m big sinning dig ur chick and you
she let her friend fuck her 
then fuck her man with her in a minivan and i got bands but i can’t spend them
i ain’t playing witcha

like hello hi, i could never be that guy no 
but nitty’s on block and fitty bop said so we dot mans eye 
did we leave him blind? and i could never rate you dons all opps get gone girl 
and i’ll get you popped  and you know this bonks world 
flippin dese pence to p’s
 don’t chat bout the fees 
bro it’s nowt to me 
doubting me? 
that’s so funny bro remembering last week 
you were on the wing needin mane 
sadio brought the pace 
homie kicked you in like marcos 
alonso with the place [bins]

bad luck

pardus

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