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Lyrics:
You left yo blood in the mud, 
And you ain’t help me up,
I was going through some shit,
I was going through too much,
Mane, where the love at? 
And, where my blood at?
Mane, where the love at? 
And, where my blood at?
Months and months past, now I don’t need no help,
My girl got my back, ion need no one else,
I can’t worry ‘bout nobody, gotta take care of myself 
(Gotta, gotta take care) gotta take care of myself 



I can’t put you first, you was never down to ride,
I’ma end up in the dirt, if I keep you by my side,
They say that the truth hurts, but nothing hurts like lies,
And shits getting worse, but that ain’t a surprise,
Head down under water, and where the fuck was you?
You left yo blood in the mud, you know what I was going through,
You was going through it, and where the fuck was I?
I never dipped, never split, I put my blood before my life



You left yo blood in the mud, 
And you ain’t help me up,
I was going through some shit,
I was going through too much,
Mane, where the love at? 
And, where my blood at?
Mane, where the love at? 
And, where my blood at?
Months and months past, now I don’t need no help,
My girl got my back, ion need no one else,
I can’t worry ‘bout nobody, gotta take care of myself 
(Gotta, gotta take care) gotta take care of myself 



Tell ‘em straight, you a snake, I can see ya,
You a fake, that’s okay, I don’t need ya,
Fuck ‘em all, that’s when I cut ‘em off, 
I can’t trust a fraud, all these niggas flauge,
You ain’t a comrade, you really put me down bad, 
Gave you all I had, the fucking shirt off my back,
I’d die before I crack, I’d rot before I snitch,
My blind loyalty is why we had a friendship



You left yo blood in the mud, 
And you ain’t help me up,
I was going through some shit,
I was going through too much,
Mane, where the love at? 
And, where my blood at?
Mane, where the love at? 
And, where my blood at?
Months and months past, now I don’t need no help,
My girl got my back, ion need no one else,
I can’t worry ‘bout nobody, gotta take care of myself 
(Gotta, gotta take care) gotta take care of myself























They say my life is Hell on Earth. Luckily I’m an Athiest.

where the love at?

lyrics:
It’s that motherfucker prxmx, from the bottom of the pit, 
Popping pussies, take ya bitch got her throbbing on my dick,
Talk too much, I’m starting shit, promise we going chop ya lips,
Too many bullets in the clip, got me aiming off the hip,
I couldn’t miss if I wanted to, bitch who is ya running to?
Drop the addy, do whatever, promise that I’m coming through,
Promise that yo ass won’t show, got me gripping on the pole,
Put a bitch on the stove, then I’ll cook up a pussy ho-
So I put ‘em in a bag at the bottom of a lake,
Let ‘em ride with me for a day, promise they going break,
You messing with the wrong one, bitch that’s a mistake,
I don’t play, that’s on yo dame, turn ya fucking bitch to steak,
I’m a rough neck kitty killah, they let me off the leash,
I can’t help it, when I see a pussy, I just want a piece,
Keep talking smack, I’ll catch you lackin’, you’ll be kill of the week,
Better run quick, these bullets playin hide and seek, nigga 






Sabo give ya halo, all y’all other aim’s potato,
Claiming you a God, bitch I promise that I’m Kratos,
Only do headshots, keep that Malfoy this draco,
Turn ‘em to Alfredo, then steal his fucking pesos,
Bitch I’m blood thirsty, in a hurry, tryna get a sip, 
Spitting nonsense going get ya fucking melon split,
In half, I drag, ya remains and feed the dogs,
You can’t see me in the fog,
Don’t get lost, you won’t be found-
I’m putting holes in ya body, then ya body in the ground,
That ain’t paint on his face, bitch you know I’m killing clowns,
You can scream all you want, but no one will hear a sound,
Ima merk you in the woods then scatter your parts through the town,
I’m a fucking killer, boy, I’m a motherfucking villain, boy,
Grip the fucking steal, boy, I steal ya life for real, boy,
Pop the pistol, leave ya still, boy, killing pussies is a thrill, boy

San Frét ft. sabian

lyrics:

Still with the iron, who the fuck wanna try it?
Still take a life, p leave em all dying,
Still keep a clutch, never trust, fuck a code,
Still, you get fucked, then get dumped, lil ho,
Still act reck, still don’t give a fuck,
Still steal ya bitch, still do what I want,
Still repping what I’m repping, I ain’t never switch a side,
Still stepping how I’m stepping, test, I’ll put ya in the sky



Still move like a boss, gotta watch every step,
I see it in ya face, you envy niggas want me dead,
Take my dick out ya mouth, and go worry bout ya set,
If you pussies want my paper, you going only get the lead,
PRX is the best, he always in the lead,
Still fuck ya bitch, if ya see, I proceed,
If, If he want the stick, I connect him like a Wii,
Ya bitch is my pet like a dog on a leash,

PRX to the bone, she want the pro bono,
Ho, is ya slow, you best pay the fee,
PRX got the gas, got the pump like Sunoco,
Put a hole in ya skull if ya tryna play me,



Still with the iron, who the fuck wanna try it?
Still take a life, p leave em all dying,
Still keep a clutch, never trust, fuck a code,
Still, you get fucked, then get dumped, lil ho,
Still act reck, still don’t give a fuck,
Still steal ya bitch, still do what I want,
Still repping what I’m repping, I ain’t never switch a side,
Still stepping how I’m stepping, test, I’ll put ya in the sky



Still fucking hoes, y’all can have the sloppy seconds,
I really am crazy, Martin Riggs, Lethal Weapon,
Still pop ya like quiz if you come with all them questions,
Test, and this F will put an end to ya session,
Then make ya bitch cheat, she know this dick A1,
If you thought you was bout it, you would handle, you won’t say nun,
Pussy you a cuck, and ya bitch get took,
RXMX is a crook, and I get ya bitch hooked


























Miss my Sauron beats😔

Still (prod. Sauron)

Lyrics Below
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LYRICS:

Like I’m Bakugo, turn they soul to fuckin smoke
Bitch I’m boutta pop, bitch you know I’m boutta blow up
Only need these hands I don’t need no fuckin pole 
Once I get a grip, I might blast yo fuckin dome up x2

Why you packin, you ain’t bout that action 
Fuck yo bitch I’ll blow her back in
Why you mad but not attackin
Pussy boy I’ll send you packin 

Im the best, no doubt about it
Competition live without it
You just mad cause I’m too rowdy 
Bitch get back I’m really bout it


Head down on the ground, you don’t want these hands around you 
Nitroglycerin i’m sweatin, blastin off I’m bound to.
Rushin, there ain’t no hiding yous a pussy if you down to
If you try to hide you gon be begging once I’ve found you.

IM THE BEST, AINT NO HERO BUT ALWAYS BEEN VET 
NIGGA IF YOU GOT AN ISSUE AP SHOTS UP TO YO NECK
I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT NO ONE ILL SAY IT NO REGRETS
BITCH IM ONLY HERE FOR ME IM AT THE TOP AND YOULL RESPECT

GRENADIER BRACERS ON MY WRIST, IM ABOUT TO PULL THE PIN
COME AT ME WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT OR IMA MELT OFF ALL YOUR SKIN
HOWITZER IMPACT IF IM PISSED, BITCH I TOLD YOU IMA WIN
BITCH GET BACK BEFORE I BLAST, I SAID I'LL DO IT WIT A GRIN

Like I’m Bakugo, turn they soul to fuckin smoke
Bitch I’m boutta pop, bitch you know I’m boutta blow up
Only need these hands I don’t need no fuckin pole 
Once I get a grip, I might blast yo fuckin dome up x2

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BAKUGO! [prod. Poloboy81]

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Betchua (Bitchuary)

Rubi Rose performing Big Mouth

LYRICS
Fuck
got a big ass mouth
I like that
Face to face wit it, can’t be beefing thru no FaceTime
Cool wit all the thugs since my nigga taught me gang signs
Bad bitch, bitches be like where the fuck yo waistline?
Body like a pornstar, he fuck me like he fresh out
Coulda fucked yo friend but I heard he got a big mouth 
He want pieces of this pussy, buy a big house
Big bands , forgiatos when I go to pullout 
Big racks, know he be upset I make him pull out
It make he horny when he driving with the stick out 
Driving through the hood showing me he got a stash house
Fuck him good take that nigga money when he pass out
Ratchet I keep it classy when the cash out
lashes, nails done, I be tryna act out
And I got that pussy that’s gone make him leave the trap house
Glowed up, prolly make more money than my dad now
Im in my bag heard they mad now they furious
Im in them cars that the fast and the furious
And I’m a fine I’m a dime bitch period
Why she smiling in my face bitch I’m curious 
Aint got no house I heard she hoeing and she loitering 
I heard she salty she better chill on allat sodium
Laid back , white toes, hanging out that maybach
Freak show, rubi got them twerking on that playback
Free throws bitches don’t be balling where I stay at
Come getcha nigga he be chilling where I lay at
You just be chilling, I be boolin in that Maybach
They like damn rubi how the fuck she do that, belly on petite ass on stupid fat
Round of applause he love me when I make it clap
Don’t make me have to go and get my shooter back
Don’t make me have to show you I get into that
Double r for rubi rose we aint renting that
Slime love, niggas yelling slat when they act up
Side bitches know that they gone cap cause my stats up 
Back rubs, money got me laughing in a bathtub. 
mad love, niggas throwing money got my math up
Bitch its rubi so I’m rolling in a red truck
I get to it , if its flashy that’s a set up
Said he got a couple thousand well it aint enough
I aint fucking wit a nigga that’s a big mouth
He aint even fuck my bitch that’s a big mouth 
I don’t even want a trip I want a big house
Big bands, forgiatos when I go to pulll out 
Big racks know he be upset I make him pullout

propkers22 waz here

BIG MOUTH

Red Soil(bitches)(prod. the best girlfriend ever)

lyrics:
Welcome back, to 10.4, PGJSYBFM, I'm your host DJ StealurMumsVirginity we playing the newest PG for you fuck ass bitches, back burner booty ass bitches, we got "dhat bhiic scklahp" by PRXMX, so get the dick out your ears and listen bitch


Fuck a muzzle on the puzzle,
Yeah that bit bite back,
Chinese takeout these pussies, yeah they all scooby snacks,
Chopper caught, leave him like oh shit who did that?
Chopper knock his wind back, make a pussy sitback,
Like damn,
This bitch ate his face like a spider eye,
Got a timer before it blow like its dynamite,
Fa, fa,
That's his bitch,
Feem, feem, 
That's his kid,
Fa, fa, 
How I ain't tryna kill you, but you still taking hits?
They tryna be me, bitch you cant bite,
No room, pew, pew, go get a hard drive,
Pussy you fold, just like archive,
You know you ain't hard, right?
Get flushed, you ain't playing ya cards right,
I pull the heart out of you, if you tryna play King,
Grab the club, hit his queen, kill the pussy, steal the diamond ring,
Love my pretty things,
Grab the spade, dig a grave,
Niggas talking, like they ain't going get hit, okay,
Until ya hearing bullets ricochet, tryna get away,
Better hope this fuck mac slap,
'Cause you dont want me to do it,
I'll bulldoze ya ass until we see through ya,
Goofy ass nigga, leave him looking clueless,
Aye, no cashapp, I put a number by yo head,
Then kill you myself,
Fuck tryna break bread, take lead,
Lay dead, if you ain't dead, better play dead,
If you dont, I close one eye, then I amen,
Ain't no chasing, if you in the scope,
You getting layed then,
What's Peyton to Jason?
Paint walls with your brain man, dont be a rain man,
What in the fuck was you thinking?











BHIIC I KILLED YALL WTF

Dhat Bhiic Scklahp (prod. lil ghost)

lyrics:
Sit the fuck down,
When i run down,
You get your ass gundown,
I keep that dick on the gun,
You keep that dick on your lip,
You aint shit but a bitch, son,
Bullets stick like they fit son,
Uber trip, nah im boujee with it, you get lyft son,
Came through with a big gun,
Aim the opposite way and im still going hit son



Aye, I, I kinda like that bar, even though you're a fucking fagget and you suck at this shit, dude



Bitch,
Why the fuck you keep on talking?
Suck my dick,
Claiming that you banging but in yo family tree,
I aint never seen no fucking sticks,
Ran through you granny, mentioned it,
She even said you was a bitch,
So stop 
















Ur mum looks like duder

kkkrakkker kkkiller(prod. lil ghost)

lyrics:
You niggas bugging, get you some modafil, for real, or improve your motor skills you niggas sleeping on me, wake the fuck up, get the fuck outta the bed


Feels like I'm running races,
But I'm stuck in the same place, it's, 
Building self hatred, 
I tell myself, "you'll make it," but I only see the same 8 faces,
Thank you for those whoever pushed me,
And if you didnt, I'm a tough cookie,
Never play pussy,
I put the pro in promo, never play rookie,
In 3rd grade, I set the stage lookie,
In 8th grade, they used to cook me,
They ain't know I spit nasty like loogie,
Used to have they baddies boo me,
But now I'm the mac daddy,
Got the bag stacking,
No more half assing,
I used to ask everybody for a feature, 
They'd say sure and when it's time for they verse, they acting like they had a seizure,
Meadows of, that's all me,
Train of thot, that's all me,
The Rundown, that's all me,
You hit me up first, now you wont answer when I'm calling,
See I'm better off without you fuck niggas,
Prominence got me, we off da hilt, better duck niggas



We out here



Look, is you the student or are you the teacher?
I quickly turn cheetah, no cheater but speed up to reach up on any goal that I'm tryna compete in,
See they aim high, they barely hit the ether,
Either way, I cant eat up until I see the,
Motherfucking thing that got me eager,
Tried to team up on features,
But niggas done backed out,
I'm back now,
Guess how I'm tryna react now, 
Bitch, eat these tecs now,
I'm the best bloaw,
Dont believe it, 
Fuck you if you disagreeing,
Fuck tryna reason and tryna list off reasons,
One reign of your region,
Will break you see-throughs bring pain, paint you evil,
You pawns pleads will be pawned, 
If I ever had a little bit of remorse for you bitches its gone,
I dont really know my strength, cant stop,
Sometimes I feel just like I'm God,
Only the faithful ones too me can see me,
Believe me, never stop reaching










Fuck a feature if ya ain't coming through💯

Slept On (prod. lil ghost)

lyrics:
Okay,
Get knocked off quick, dont talk shit, opp bitch,
Bullet bill try to dodge it, promise, you will not, bitch,
He,
*dodging bullets*
Fuck that, I never miss,
Bitch can come up missing, ask Chris,
Cat fish, when I lure in faggets, then bullets flat him,
Automatic casting, never lacking, pump actions active, we leave em all, 
*ducking and dabbing*
I release like kraken, magic havoc at them, 
Assassin at this, this is target practice, he aint,
*dodging bullets*
Addicts popping, on my bala of shit,
Phone in the toilet, you aint calling shit,
Came with 50 mags, we using all of them,
Gentlemen, yeah I'm proper with it,
When the chopper hit him,
That boi get knocked off the roster,
Leave him looking like a jogger and shit

How that,
Wet on his chest,
Bands on his head,
Yuh, yuh, 
Blam, that's the end, 
I made a mess,
Yuh, yuh,
Huh,
Oh no not again,
Bitch you is dead,

You try to dodge, cho' ass got caught











Toting pokes on you fucking bitches aye aye aye

Dodging Bullets (prod. lil ghost)

50 Bars

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)

lyrics:
Demons,(de-mon)
I see them,(see, see)
They keep calling,(Hello?)
And reaching,

Angels,(an-gels)
I can't find them,(no, no)
They must be hiding,(hi-hide)
Feeling so blinded

Love is,(broke, broke)
Nonexistent,(yeah, yeah)
'Cause if you loved me,(lies, lies)
Why are you missing?(the fuck, aye)

Hatred,(ahhhh!)
When I'm alone,(lone, lone)
All that makes sense,(fuck love)
You cant fake it(no, no)

Broken,(In half)
Split inside two,(in two)
All I wanted,(want, want)
Was to be with you(with you)



Tryna go away, from the pain,
Suffocated, feeling strange,
Tryta leave, but couldn't breathe,
Tryta runaway, you clipped my wings,
Talked to friends, they cant help me,
Popped 3 xans, to feel at ease,
Ain't no I in team,
But there is an m and e,
Sometimes I wish I had no memories,
Sometimes I wish that I had sympathy, 
Sometimes your cries sound like symphonies to me,
My is heart are eager to hear you with an injury,
I do you dirty, then you left, you had no idea of what you meant to me,
We were meant to be,
You are my remedy,
My smile, and my energy, 
I love you more than anything, 
Bitch you know you're what I need



Demons,(de-mon)
I see them,(see, see)
They keep calling,(Hello?)
And reaching

Angels,(an-gels)
I can't find them,(no, no)
They must be hiding,(hi-hide)
Feeling so blinded

Love is,(broke, broke)
Nonexistent,(yeah, yeah)
'Cause if you loved me,(lies, lies)
Why are you missing?(the fuck, aye)





















Help me...

Demons

lyrics:
Wonder why these motherfuckers hating on me,
Got them looking at me like they waiting on me,
Getting all the cheese, yeah I'm raking up the leaves,
Making bacon, breakin' records, yeah I'm taking off,
Got your bitch over here, she ready to take it off,
I got niggas taking shots, but we ain't playing ball,
Got them rugers spraying off, 'cause we ain't chasing y'all, 
Bitch you better pray to God that these bullets fading y'all 


Back when I, 
Was just a, lil jhit,
I stayed on silence,
Only thinking talking was the choppers clips,
Better hope the chopper miss,
I'm really with that popping sticks,
Dropping ops and shit,
Keep that glock up on my motherfucking waist,
Promise on ya mama, ima have to catch a case,
Aiming at you niggas, but I ain't saying grace,
Got the K up on me, put a pussy in they place,
And ima gun 'eem down, if he inda fucking way



Pussy boy, speaking, but what he want,
I dont know, bro, but he talking tough,
Somebody get him, 'fore he get slumped, 
Sawed off pump, just, for a punk



I have awaken from my slumber,
Just to slay these bloodsuckers that is tryna steal my thunder,
I dont got trust in not one of you motherfuckers,
Promise yall going suffer, claim that you a brother but I dont need ya, so fuck ya



Wonder why these motherfuckers hating on me,
Got them looking at me like they waiting on me,
Getting all the cheese, yeah I'm raking up the leaves,
Making bacon, breakin' records, yeah I'm taking off,
Got your bitch over here, she ready to take it off,
I got niggas taking shots, but we ain't playing ball,
Got them rugers spraying off, 'cause we ain't chasing y'all, 
Bitch you better pray to God that these bullets fading y'all

Buckman (snippet)

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