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CXNF!N3D ft RED LINE SAVAGE x SXFFER [Prod CL!PPED]

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im sorry [Prod tennis player]

THE ROCK BUT EMO FULL SONG [Prod yungspoiler]

pillow talk ft 333Stain [Prod nokija]

CHOP UP ft ILX

THERMAL OPTIC

GHOSTFACE ft @5.53FXNDI [Prod @simmiohh485 @powell485]

TWIN TURBO (PROD. WXRST)

STRANGE [PROD. SAMASHI]

SKITZO FREESTYLE [PROD. SAMASHI]

C4 ft Kashimotu (Prod. nullusbeats)

back road (Prod. crcl)

lake (Prod. shzyy2k + gatyurt)

cope

WAR (PROD. R4K45H1)

Tote This Pistol! ft @heyynoir (Prod. SPHYNX)

Lyrics: 

I be toting on that glock you know it's heavy
Walk 'round wit' that choppa, i ain't talking no machete
You can't walk 'round looking shady, bust yo' top like it's confetti
Got him nodding like it's fetti, pull that Narcan out the Medi

Who is that? I don't know, let me find out he a hoe
Tote this- Tote this pistol I don't tote this shit for show
Who is that? I don't know, let me find out he a hoe
Tote this- Tote this pistol I don't tote this shit for show

Woke up in the morning grab my pistol I don't need no breakfast (na)
When I hit the road you know that I be driving reckless (driving reckless)
Rocking jewelry, they like "Why so many necklace?"
Yeah I know where imma go I don't need no direction
Fuck a bitch no I can't keep a hoe and I don't need no affection
Pressure make diamonds but you'll die if you get caught in tension
They tryna divide us but fuck that and fuck the whole conception
Fuck working til' I die, I'm tryna get rich, not tryna get no pension

Who is that? I don't know, let me find out he a hoe
Tote this- Tote this pistol I don't tote this shit for show
Who is that? I don't know, let me find out he a hoe
Tote this- Tote this pistol I don't tote this shit for show

Tote this pistol like a missile I don't use it but I go
i fuck these bitches like a mission, bust my nut and then go ghost
Spent half a commission on an engine, press the gas and watch it blow
You claim to be my competition but you no where in my scope
I change my map and switch the code
You'll never catch me moving slow
You moving funny, I don't move without the money money
She call me honey, like a rabbit, bounce on me like bunny
You must be stupid dummy, ever thinking you could trust me

Who is that? I don't know, let me find out he a hoe
Tote this- Tote this pistol I don't tote this shit for show
Who is that? I don't know, let me find out he a hoe
Tote this- Tote this pistol I don't tote this shit for show

Damn Son!

Tote This Pistol!

Tote This Pistol! ft @heyynoir (Prod. SPHYNX)

Dead Weight (Prod. Gxm)

Lyrics:

Imma mix the drank wit the liqa I cant sip it straight
Imma switch my map might throw a flame im on the interstate
How you talkin shit dont got a job yo ass is dead weight
Cant even trap no packs yo music cap that shits a damn shame

Two hunnid on the dash right now cops try to pull me over they aint finna catch up
All that sleep dissin while im on a money mission you know where I live an you still wont pull up 
Up im countin that money pull up im feelin like Giannis I get to the bucks
Im pourin that dous in my cup yo ass is broke an you still take the bus
I ran that shit up only took me two months got twenty three wit me that boy finna jump
Bitch im gettin rich I aint talkin bout trump wait, hold on
We takin em out I aint talkin bout stump go ahead up that twenty im uppin that pump 
Cracka started liftin now he thinkin that he tough
Got shot for all that talkin yeah I really had enough (Really had enough)

(I ran that shit up only took me two months got twenty three wit me that boy finna jump
Bitch im gettin rich I aint talkin bout trump wait, hold on
We takin em out I aint talkin bout stump go ahead up that twenty im uppin that pump 
Cracka started liftin now he thinkin that he tough
Got shot for all that talkin yeah I really had enough)
 (Yeah I really had enough, yeah I really had enough)

Imma mix the drank wit the liqa I cant sip it straight
Imma switch my map might throw a flame im on the interstate
How you talkin shit dont got a job yo ass is dead weight
Cant even trap no packs yo music cap that shits a damn shame

(Imma mix the drank wit the liqa I cant sip it straight
Imma switch my map might throw a flame im on the interstate
How you talkin shit dont got a job yo ass is dead weight
Cant even trap no packs yo music cap that shits a damn shame)

Dead Weight

Dead Weight (Prod. Gxm)

GANG STALK (PROD. MU$$)

Cerberus (Prod. Mirr)

Persian (Prod. yxngkenay + burnymadeit)

Big Body (Prod. evo + fl0wzy)

beowulf (prod. evo)

Lyrics:
      I'mma sit back 'til I feel right, every time I look into the mirror, I don't feel right. Smoke a cigarette, outside under porch lights. Lay my soul to rest, fold my arms on my chest— that's a good night. Watch me count it up, multiply the paper, bitch, I add it up. I think I got enough, I can eat whatever 'cause my pockets tough. Yeah, my pockets on swole mode, swaggin' in the kitchen, got it for the down low. Try to ride the wave like he tryna download. Try to ride the wave like he tryna download. No, I ain't finna go for all that, open throttle, no, I ain't comin' back. I'mma pop another foot deep in the past, I don't want no love 'cause it never lasts. I'mma sit back 'til I feel right, every time I look into the mirror, I don't feel right. Smoke a cigarette, outside under porch lights. Lay my soul to rest, fold my arms on my chest— that's a good night

PGM SPAZZ

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