ts song healed the wounds my stepdad inflicted

brennan jones - faces prod brennan jones & filthygenes

lyrics (prod @chr6me on ig)

f-fuckin dat hoe she screamin my name-
you ain get no bread
you ain’t get no pape
you ain rockin desginer
u rockin all fake
yo lil hoe finer I might have to date
countin my money I’m countin my pape
feed that hoe tummy
put food on her plate
that boy lookin bummy
I ain’t gonna hate
bih bounce like a bunny
I’m countin my cake
that boy talkin funny
I might have to- aye
lil prae spend more den u make
fur coat on me mink ain’t fukkin fake
trackhawk in my garage aye
dat lil hoe hit me up like wassup
bih u smokin spray
hell no u can’t hit me on the low
that shit od lame
no ion wan fuck dat hoe
I said fuck the fame
dis a first class flight to soho
and we leave today
(hey hey hoe- ion fight u can’t fight lil prae)

adderall, just to keep me goin
that hoe on her knees
that hoe fucc me raw
I wan see u sin
I wan see it all
that lil hoe in awe
I never pass the ball-

f-fuckin dat hoe she screamin my name-
you ain get no bread
you ain’t get no pape
you ain rockin desginer
u rockin all fake
yo lil hoe finer I might have to date
countin my money I’m countin my pape
feed that hoe tummy
put food on her plate
that boy lookin bummy
I ain’t gonna hate
bih bounce like a bunny
I’m countin my cake
that boy talkin funny
I might have to- aye
lil prae spend more den u make
fur coat on me mink ain’t fukkin fake
trackhawk in my garage aye
dat lil hoe hit me up like wassup
bih u smokin spray
hell no u can’t hit me on the low
that shit od lame
no ion wan fuck dat hoe
I said fuck the fame
dis a first class flight to soho
and we leave today
(hey hey hoe- ion fight u can’t fight lil prae)

pape prod chr6me

lyrics (prod @mzso)

oh no they wan leave the show
go home go home
oh no oh no they all wan leave the show
no ion wan leave ion wanna-
(go-go-go-go)
thro- thro-
throw it throw it back if u fuckin throwed
popped one too many pills down my fuckin throat
he wan serve but i ain set
i ain ready tho
imma geek up and get sent 
she ain ready tho
bitches geekin off that fent i ain even kno
imma dj at the set they ain even know
count up to the fuckin sky imma count some more
ppl wanna see me die.. ion even kno-

imma lead the hoe-
imma lead the fuckin line like the leader hoe
imma shoot my shot like a free throw
u ain got no opps u a dweeb hoe
ion want that hoe she a freak tho
and yk im sendin shots to yo freak hoe
and ik im on here mind like a yo-yo
like its yin-yang hoe, we belong tho
imma fly u first class down to SoHo
imma smash and break the glass cus im mad bro
and im tryna tap that like its bang bros
swear we was never friends we was always foes

go home go home go home go
go home go home they want you to go
we was never fuckin friends we was always foes
too many too many drugs im fuckin throwed
throwin up on the floor
they want u to go home
go home go home they want u to go home
im too im too 2-2 fuckin throwed
im so lost in this world, dk where to go
ion kno where to go, dk where my home
they all want u to leave, im like where i go
go go ion- uh ion even kno
ion even know...

september samples

prettifun - hurt prod filthygenes

kirk - summrgrlxo (prod krashahtkitty)

Giraffes (15drtt)

hollowtiphero - touchdown in ny prod filthygenes

rewind prod murfee

embrace me

lyrics (prod @twovrt) afterimage album soon.. <3

i got glitches
bitch full fully automatic
let da stick hang on my hip like a hammock
we drive srts, we dont do fomatics
im pourin up wit yo bitch it was simplematic
bra yo bitch a fein yo bitch a fanatic
yuh
all dat bs i wont have it
ridin thru the city keep 2 sticks im in traffic
bih bih
i might just fuckin jugg a car off of turo yuh
im smokin big blunts like a churro yuh
dis bitch bad af, imma stop her like a hero yuh
pockets fat asf, yo pockets got $0

I got racks all up on me
im a real life zombie
adderall its a 30
an dat hoe she so dirty
she gon suck up on me
ketamine my nose runny
thinkin ts fun
is not fun, its not funny
they say prae what u say?
i say pray pray pray
and i pray like everyday
i put i put
20 racks on my fuckin mother
brother want some pape
and i stack it up like fuckin butter
he ain got no pay
they say go to the church and pray
like every fuckin day
and my brother fried he too gone
off that mary jane
racks racks in the rain
feel like shaq in the paint
why u dont pass dat fuckin ball
shoot that shit, and its green
off da oxycodone im a fein
i got racks in my christmas tree
trackhawk, no dis not no beam
baby, no dis not no beam
shoot dat ball n its green
why she left me on the seen
why she left me on da read
i run it up against yo team

glitches ft jugnino prod twovrt

pray4prae

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neverhavingfun

he said fuck u and everyone else then he died idk

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