Secret & Acid Souljah DATURA BROS

Produced by K'den Ju

"mah bby active, attracted to all the ways she make it back flip
more money more problems, take it shes alot of what im after
play the song that make my day go from so good to fucking tragic
hit the bong & play the game cz life is pain and nothing matters
cum & gag my bitch a gang bang double penetrated pastor
slutty Saturdays my bitch was doin anal, oral, & vaginal
make it go faster bby this dick aint gon make itself ejaculate
I cant complain I turned all of my pain into a fashion statement
bby seizuring on the dick she finna hit the harlem shake
I need some seasoning on my shrip some lemon pepper would b great
I did a feature for a 50 like wtf was i thinking
give me one reason not to kill this bitch for fucking up the men
Im boutta sell my feet pics on the r/RCB reddit
I got hella tree bitch come cop some platnium dream dezzle
I caught my side bitch tryna scheme n set me up to take everything
mah porcupine bitch outta pocket on some over the hedge type shit
I had a dream about my ex and woke up w/ some morning wood
I asked my bitch 2 give me head like ah damn crab from half life 2
her gag relex aint half as bad as when we met on OkCupid
mah bby shakin showin ass she insecure about that booty
(WHATELSE)
cocaine baby offawhole lottof it
OKKKK go cwazyy pussy drippin liek lava gurl
slow motion in the rain, hur hair was silky n soft
binch im in town for ah few days lets hit the city off the sake
Im finna fuk her at the rave (i think skrillek on the line up)
we finna cuddle at her place (and watch goosebumps with the lites off)
Dave & Busters off the K we played some games & won an Ipod
Said she love ah man in uniform well my daddy fought in Iraq"

OkCupid / Iraq

With & Entirely Mixed By @occcti
Prod @seepy1
Art by @lu_uc9 on Instagram

Acid Souljah & Octi - Icky (Prod. Seepy)

marjorie -w.c sinclair - 18'anthem (prom date = jeremy)

marjorie wc sinclair - Parrot Fucked A Pheonix

i just cant wait… @d0llywood1 & @playwithguns produced by erdo

https://li.sten.to/2kuna50lipa
Produced by FRIDGE
Cover Illustration by Evanora Unlimited
https://www.evanoraunlimited.com
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The Fiji Island breeze and palm trees got me stressing
Copacabana Kream my Karmina so impressive
I'm living out my dreams with not a single coin invested
& now my money stack to the ceiling & im thinkin bout investing
A lucky carded queen, ace of hearts I split the deck with
My hand got all kings, jackpot poker Hold'em Texas
I could grow thru concrete and still dream bout early death
I guess the apple don't fall 2 far from the tree that it leapt from

Motion like a water fall in spring cold connection
Emotions had me weak enough to bleed so I suppressed them
Roses grow thru concrete and still dream bout early death
Read between the paragraphs It's really just a sentence

The Fiji island breeze and palm trees got me stressing
Copacabana Kream my Karmina so impressive
I'm living out my dreams with not a single coin invested
& now my money stack to the ceiling & im thinkin bout investing
A lucky carded queen, ace of hearts I split the deck with
My hand got all kings, jackpot poker Hold'em Texas
I could grow thru concrete and still dream bout early death
I guess the apple don't fall 2 far from the tree that it leapt from

Thinking bout if I should cop me a Mercedes or a Saturn
This AK got a kickback with no afters
I went and kicked the K & now I'm sober as a pastor
But I still sell fish fillet to all the hypin ass Jaspers
& If you live with no ambition I cu sell some for a price
No chicken stock left in the fridge, I'm tryna risotto the rice
I hit market in the morning, bought myself Turkish Delights
Then hit my jog n went back home & got to work no end in sight
I live a 2 Kuna Life, all tunas and weasels
I threw a 50 Lipa coin in well and made some wishes
It's some movement in my section why she's messin with my vision
If your shooting for the moon I'll shoot for Heaven or for Venus
Feeling groovy off this ecstasy moves smoother then sashimi
I'm tryna cut into this bitch with purpose & no anesthesia
Her booty movin to the session strings & kick drum 806's
When I seen the shape'o'sound got diagnosed with synesthesia

& now the Fiji island breeze and palm trees got me stressing
Copacabana Kream my Karmina so impressive
I'm living out my dreams with not a single coin invested
& now my money stack to the ceiling & I'm thinkin bout investing
A lucky carded queen, ace of hearts I split the deck with
My hand got all kings, jackpot poker holdem Texas
I could grow thru concrete and still dream bout early death
I guess the apple don't fall 2 far from the tree that it leapt from

Copacabana Kream (2 Kuna 50 Lipa)

Stream

Astigmatism

Iron Sights / Cresta

Banger

Pay you in drugs, ho — crack, meth, E (yuh)
Pay you in drugs, ho — shrooms, DMT (what)
Pay you in drugs, ho — coke, LSD (bitch)
You want a feeling? I invoice in keys (keys)

Hot hands, hot plate, heat rise, stove glow,
Ghost ride, low tint, cold eyes, no halo,
Cash talk, code words, Vosne-Romanée flow,
Dark laugh, slow drag, hellfire, volcano.

Cut—          lines.  Count—          sins.
Clock—          spins.  God—          grins.
I don’t—          flinch.  Pressure—          wins.
I pay— in drugs; that’s— my— hymn.

Tabs in a tin, I twist that top,
Drip in a cup, then sip that drop,
Lights go red, then bass go pop,
If trust ain’t dead, this night won’t stop.

Slide in the city, the pity is pretty, I’m grimy but witty, I’m litty—no lie,
Vials in the pocket, a rocket, I bop it, I’m toxic but honest, I’ll look in your eye.
Demons are tenants, they’re paying me rent in the minutes you spend when you’re hoping to fly—
Bitch, I’m the fuckin pilot, be quiet; we riot in silence and step to the sky.

Boom 808s, room fuckin levitates,
Zoom through the gates, doom resonates,
Loon never breaks, fumes medicate,
Tomb decorates; who’s—heaven’s gate?

Pay you in drugs, ho — crack, meth, E
Pay you in drugs, ho — shrooms, DMT
Pay you in drugs, ho — coke, LSD
You want a feeling? I invoice in keys

Backroom deals, blackroom peels—peel back fate (uh)
Tattooed seals on vacuum seals—no handshake.
Pop acid tabs, then pace that fuckin floor,
Knock-knock, shit devils at the backstage 
If the light go low and the hi-hat talk,
I write my debts in chalk, then I walk.

(We don’t do hugs.)  (We don’t do trust.)
(Count what you want.)  (I pay you in dust.)

Mirror-maze mind with a mine full of mirrors,
Micro-dose moments make fuckin monsters nearer,
Money talks Morse, my morals fucked up here,
Midnight math; make the margins clearer.

Breath run thin when the set go slam,
Neck go numb when the decks go jam,
Text that plug with a deadpan “fam,”
We hood as shit muthafucka, this yo mans

R1: I keep receipts in the smoke, that’s proof.  
R2: You keep beliefs in a joke—no truth.  
R1: I trade your dreams for a dose—uncouth.  
R2: We turn the booth to a cult—dark roof.
R1: Count that pain like a tithe—pay dues.  
R2: Mount that bass, let it writhe—shake rooms.  
R1: Life ain’t free, it arrives—then tombs.  
R2: Pay you in drugs; that’s the vibe—no blooms.

Pay You In Drugs [Rap]

$PIRIT GURLZ - TEARDROPSINMYSUBARU with NAYR

Marjorie Willow Cassidy Sinclair
www.evanoraunlimited.com
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Copacabana Kream (2 Kuna 50 Lipa)

Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair

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