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Released: 2021-07-05
#17Angels

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17 Angels: ##W1THOUTM3 @NOVASTEIN @1GASH @1LUCINA P SAI

dread

rab - dread (sped)

create u

@1bearr 
@rubbishrubbish

lyrics:
feelin crazy drugs what im off of
getting lazy i dont wanna call on you 
i dont wanna wait to have to start all new 
i dont wanna tell you that its all for you
now i got g-star on my jeans
i been waitin for the day 
you were callin up for me 
i think all your friends are lame
but you dont listen to me
no u dont no u dont 
think you broke me from my seams
i was sittin in the back and you cut off all the lights on
i cant take it back think im fillin up with lysol 
think your full of shit like your fillin up with mydol
pullin out my dagger take it out i pull your heart out
i could smoke you in cs 
rollin blunts and i fill em up with keefah
drinkin wockheart feelin like im reefuh 
got my brothers with me feelin like a preacher
semi automatics at the barlow
take the clique on a brand new embargo 
you not scary boy you look like jack harlow 
get to schemin imma take you like a narco

1bear:
Dropping off the cargo 
He can run
but he won’t make it far tho 
They call us Narcos 
Drag him out the van
 its time to disembark bro 
So Strapped up feel like I’m playing tarkov 
She say she a fan tell her no comprendo 
Glocks with extendos 
Think It’s the end bro 
Where’d all your friends go? 
I just don’t know 
Pull out the Bunsen and then we fucking burn em

It’s different now
Im tryna find myself 
You told me I should go to hell 
So why you reaching out 

I’m not fucking crazy 
Lack of commitment 
 I call it lazy 
I won’t ever forget 
How you went and played me 
Seeing you cry is just so entertaining 

We just want love 
But whatever I give
It just ain’t enough

Don’t worry I’ll make it quick 
Lasers courtesy of static 
Bullets flying out, pump him full of lead 
Blood blanket, as if I tucked him into bed. 
rack back the m4s and hand them right to seb 
Knocking at the front door 
Think it might be feds 
Coming like it’s endgame 
Bring out the 45s 
Like I’m max Payne 
Like I’m max Payne

narco + 1bear (rubbish)

crazy! (ft. lovesage)

prod me
ALL PLATS 

on my dolo
smokin dro n its up in a rollo
she go crazy off that powder she go loco
kick yo ass straight into a dojo
movin so slow
you n slow mo
chop tryna hit its a no no
riding wit a dick but no homo
no cash n yo pockets you be broke bro

brodie talkin broke mane thats a langauge i cant speak
smokin all this dro mane this that gas i fuckin reek
my right hand shooter
name is luther ill go head be zeke
my nerd gon be my shooter
gas em up but he aint geek

man you say joe mean
joe just in it for the greene bucks
wearin crocs up on yo feet they dusty cost like three bucks
say you sippin but got green up in yo cup
like wtf
yo shit a bust
big bro whippin on that road
we cuttin up

cuz me n my bro in that stolo
n he stick by my side like he chewbacca
n that makes me han solo
but he stuck on parole that means you gotta
shoot
downtown from the logo
ill jerry-rig a stick together
shootin crazy like a mf pogo
out west so all these niggas goin coco
takin shots like some mf photos

he leakin
like a faucet
bro needed some drugs so he off it
bro smokin this gas got him coughin
she needed some dick eat some sausage
why bro aint n a coffin
i got somebody that finna off him
why bro goin all in
call up my shooter
ball him

call up my shooters know we get back
gotta v8 engine twin jetpacks
keep a lil ruler up in my bag
need no attention better step back
chop finna do ya better head back
got a dick on me n that shit get attached
chop like medusa get wet back
ima turn you to stone
you gon crack

problems

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