blunts & boobies (prod. shango)

11/2024

lyrics:

no writing on this shit
i’m off the top, you can’t compare, i know i got you pissed

i’m like LeBron, im number #1, i know i got you pissed
you can’t take me off that list

runnin through these bitches like Emmitt Smith up in this bitch

you steal my sauce, you is my son, you is my lil kid

that bitch don’t wanna talk but she won’t tell me what i did
i fucked her over, text a couple hoes, shit I admit
i invite her over, shed a couple tears like I regret it
i might need a border, got a couple bitches that want my head
i hope my daughter don’t catch my karma when it end

my innocence was stripped when i was a lil jit
the internet gon fuck ya head up, you should’ve known that kid
well bitch i’m fed up, therapy ain’t gon help me now
i pick my head up, put them thoughts down under, i let em drown

ghetto bitch real gutter
got hoe problems? i go and send her
she go and get her
she won’t let up, she might dead her

i miss bri bri
finna text her, see what she need
she got a man now, but she said that the last 15
times that i done text her
bitch praise me like i blessed her
bitch want daisies, i won’t get em
she said she love me, i’m thinking set up

fuck
i’m paranoid like a motherfucker

tuck
that love shit i don’t wanna hear it

are you a hero? or are you tired of who you see up in that mirror?
and my tolerance zero, i’m sick of hearin shit that you sayin

you need a father figure, i can tell that ya pops ain wit ya
tell me bitch what you figure? i’m tired of conversatin wit you niggas
you a internet disser, you ain on shit when you see a nigga
she want me to fix her, i can’t do shit but give her good-

fuck

bitch want me to fix her, i can’t do shit
i can’t do shit but give good dick
add her to the list, add another tally up on that bitch
she talm bout kids, i gotta nut and then i gotta dip
when i make it big, i ain’t givin nothin to you pigs

yeah i’m a asshole, i’m a problem, bitch i admit
yeah i’m a asshole, i’m a problem, bitch i’m conceited
yea yea
bitch i win, and you defeated

ASSHOLE!

lyrics:

Me and Norie freestyled this whole thing. Absolutely masterpiece, top 3 songs imo.

cryin in hot topic rn ft. Dub GG (prod. Xtravulous)

lyrics: 

Big ahh drum up on my gun, talking slick goin get you slumped,
What’s a chump to a champ, try me ho, you get dumped, 
Feeling froggy, you get jumped, catch these balled heads like a monk,
Fuck yo friendships, that get sunk, bitch you could really get punked,
I move just like a PG, but on the team, you could still get dunked,
I’m smoking on that ____ pack, shit be stinking, shit be skunk,
Off that GYK I’m higher than a bitch, plus I’m drunk,
I ain’t lose my bitch, but I’m dropping gems, ho I am a klutz,
You roaches want smoke, ima keep this shit blunt,
I’m a kill ya lil clan and then fuck on ya slut,
If ya want some buzz, I could ya put ya on the news,
I know these niggas sus, they looking for my blues,
Test and you get touched, but this won’t be a abuse,
Used to wonder who to trust, I am no longer confused,
I put my back against the wall, and I’m never going say truce,
Like I’m finna get some pussy, I keep a extra mag in my shoes,
I might pass that broad, but I’ll never skip my food,
Acting like a fool get you hit with the damn tool,
Damn you, damn whoever wants smoke, hit him with that blam too,
I got big sticks, shits like bamboo,
Got my goons on yo head like some damn Cantu,
I got eyes on every street, we watching all ya damn moves,

So much racks on me, that’s why my pants low,
Money in my pockets let ya dame know,
Bitches be birds like flamingos, ain’t no where I can’t go,
Talking on PG, that’s a good way to get ya brain blown,
Sipping on that cotton candy faygo, mix that shit with purp,
Got me feeling like a fucking turtle,
Squares ain’t in my circles, gotta get up out it,
Fuckin on ya lil bitch, I got her mind cloudy

Klutz (prod. gl00mberg)

lyrics:

PRXMX the fucking Hell Raiser, feeling like a cenobite,
Get ya dime, hit her right, you won’t ever get her bike,
She stuck riding on my pipe, I turn her to slip and slide,
Try my side, I’ll split your mind, now ya like a Gemini,
Ain’t like you sweet jhits, I leave ya sour just like lemon lime,
Heart colder than wintertime, could never be benign,
All you noobs is beyond slow, you won’t reach the finish line,
But your bitch got something that PRXMX can get behind,

Like I’m tryna tail gate,
War with me, you goin die, we won’t reach a stalemate,
Coming for ya money, best pray there ain’t a failsafe,
And ya bitch gettin trained until the fucking rails break,

Fuck that little bitch til that ho motherfucking creams,
PRXMX just like Kruger, poppin up in ya fuckin dreams, with my team,
With my team, all you see is beams, and hear is screams,
Looking like a murder scene, now you go to Hell just to serve your king



Niggas see that 1-3, they goin tuck they tail,
Try to test that 1-3, promise you going fail,
Is ya loyal to the PG or you goin tell?
Ya see the dynamic duo, best believe we raising Hell

RAISIN' HELL ft. Lee Regal (prod. Nabi00)

lyrics: 
Yeah I just spent three racks in Japan
I ain’t givin out sh*t to you h*es
Like h*ll nah bih move ya hand
These n*ggas be stealin my flow
1 of 1, can’t get these pants
These n*ggas be b*tches and h*es
That sh*t don’t make no sense

I’m crackin that h*e like four
I’m in demon n*gga ridin fast
I’m stackin up n*ggas countin less
I’m stackin up n*ggas counterfeit
I heard these n*ggas goin fed
I heard these n*ggas some rats
I’m leavin that n*gga all red
Like h*ll nah you ain’t comin back 
Why the bih want me to hold hands?
Like h*ll nah bih you a gnat
Shawty ahh say she want d*ck
Like why you ain just start wit that?
I’m stackin these h*es like a pimp
Imma eat that h*e if it’s fat
Why these n*ggas be fake claimin crip?
We know you ain cut like that

Everytime I need bout two h*es yeah I’m layin straight down in the middle
I’m givin my n*ggas these loopholes yeah I’m making these n*gga a** richer
These n*ggas don’t want no problems, n*gga too little yeah flick em like critter
Why that bih keep callin my phone? I’m sorry lil baby I do not miss you
Why shawty tryna get toxic? I do not want it yeah baby just keep it 
No you ain comin in the crib, we can’t kick it, not like FIFA
All my b*tches be hip, you can’t talk to her, she a diva 
I’m cuttin these n*ggas a** life short and I’m ridin round feelin like a reaper 

Got a Cuban b*tch, she on the pill
I’m in Cuba b*tch kick it on a pier
Tryna stack up, I want a mil
She want d*ck yeah I’m finna get her filled 
P*ssy n*gga you ain’t gettin on the field
You on the bench yeah n*gga off the rip
You a b*tch yeah n*gga keep it real
Catch me outside yeah n*gga Dr. Phil 

Yeah I just spent three racks in Japan
I ain’t givin out sh*t to you h*es
Like h*ll nah bih move ya hand
These n*ggas be stealin my flow
1 of 1, can’t get these pants
These n*ggas be b*tches and h*es
That sh*t don’t make no sense

CATCH ME OUTSIDE

idgaf (prod. liis!)

lyrics:
you could say what you want to, i know you ain’t the one for me
back then when i had you, too stuck up on ecstasy
too stuck up on ecstasy (x2)
bad gyal waan whine pon mi (x2)
cheri vin danse, move ya feet (x3)
cheri vin danse, move ya- 

i done spent some time wit you
i done made my mind on you
i don’t spent my dimes on you
i just want my time back
i done bought you bags, know you like that
i see you out the country, baby tell me where ya flights at
i know i said you ain’t the one, but you look so good i ain’t made my mind yet

i know im back and forth wit you
i know im back and forth wit you, know i ain’t good for you
i don’t wanna talk to you
i don’t wanna talk to you, but i wanna ball wit you

oh i know you like that (x3)
you like when it’s toxic, i know how you get, that’s when you like to bite back
i like it polished, i don’t like that shit, i ain’t on that life path
baby be honest, i’m the best you can get, i don’t get why you like that

i ain’t even see you in a minute (x2)
how could you be with them niggas? (x2)

you could say what you want to, i know you ain’t the one for me
back then when i had you, too stuck up on ecstasy
too stuck i’m on ecstasy (x2)
too stuck on ecstasty
too stuck i’m on ecstasy (x2)
too stuck up on ecstasy (x2) 
too stuck up on-

ecstasy

lyrics:
Wow, wow wow wow
Boutta put that bih down, down
I’m seein all red, I’m huntin for these niggas, I feel like Bloodhound, hound

I’m lookin for blood like a vamp, huh
I’m lookin for that nigga, where you at? Yeah
Got that bih goin, turn her on, uh
Twin bitches tryna throw me neck, yeah!

Yeah (x4)
Hit my ex up, give her hell
Got my bread up, I’m swell
Swell (x4)
Get ya bread up, pussy need his bands up
That just bad luck, that’s bad luck
Nigga broke as fuck, rockin bed bugs
I’m up as fuck, Nirvana
Nirvana
Bitch you get McDonalds
I don’t want no drama
Broke niggas do anything
Well tell em it’s up
Huh
I tell em it’s up

I just went ghost on this bih, yeah
I just went ghost on this hoe, yeah
Bih ridin dick, doin tricks, yeah
If it’s mine, tat it on ya throat, aw yeah!
This bitch always mad when I post, aw yeah!
That bitch still be mad, want her dose, woah woah
I tell that bih no, gotta go, woah yeah!
I still give her dick, false hope

Yeah (x4)
Take my shirt off, let the wings show
I’m spending my weekend with a bimbo
I’m safe as fuck, ridin in that fishbowl 
I’ll fuck yo head up, fuck yo mental
I’m ridin to the bank like a hedgehog 
424 jeans hangin off my ass dawg

lyrics:
Like did I fuck her friend? Bitch I might’ve
I’m still trippin out bout Naila
Hol on, I ain’t trippin bout shit but a dollar
That bih trippin out bout bodies
Bird brain hoe, filled up with follies
Big bankroll, bitch can’t top me
My main hoe know my body

To the bank, makin deposits 
What’s ya rank? Lil nigga you ain’t bout it
Ian trippin but who the fuck you dialin?
Ian trippin I got hall of fame dimer
I like ratchet hoes that like fightin
Heard a nigga want smoke, I just light em
This a red dot nigga I ain’t fightin
Blow ya shit smooth off, Al Qaeda
Big clip, straight teeth, she a biter
I want that bih look like Latto (x3)
This some 42, pour out the bottle (x2)

I like bad hoes lookin like Halle
You know the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I know some niggas who ain’t countin bands, who wanna be friends, go and pick up the noose
I know some bitches that’s lookin for mans, I pick up her pants, tell her get out my room
I know some bitches that bring all her friends, I’m makin some plans, I’m makin some room
I know some bitches that wanna be tens, go clean up ya mess, come eat up yo food
I know some niggas that ruin ya plans, I burnt all them bridges, I tell em Katon
I know some niggas that damn near be pissin, ain’t nun to say till I get in that booth
I know some niggas that always be dissin, ain’t nun to-
I know some niggas that always be dissin, these niggas ain’t tough, these niggas gon lose

Pay some attention, get all yo lessons, I am the best bitch, I am the proof
Pay some attention, get all yo lessons, I am the best bitch, I am the-
Know I am the- (x2)

I KNOW!

Lyric video: https://youtu.be/otwCcnr3ah4
Audio video: https://youtu.be/SQKYYQBnB0w


lyrics:
Bitch boi keep talking, promise that you going die,
Came right out the swamp, just to pop you with that fye,
Wave the metal, bitch I'm about to tell ya ass bye

Why you act so tough?
It ain't adding up,

Pussy boy fronting, thinking someone believe you,
Better book it, bitch, I can read you,
See through,
You ain't evil,
Never held a piece,
Them niggas peaceful,
Glock blood thirsty, 'bout to catch a refill






















Harder than your mum's pussy

Buckman (snippet)

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