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soundclouds of the week #5

mixed music of mem lane

pr$m$ti$n

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)

(Rotten Apples) The Smashing Pumpkins Greatest Hits

Bullet With Butterfly Wings

Love Lies

OTW (feat. 6LACK & Ty Dolla $ign)

Gram It Up (feat. Tubbz)

Your Love (prod by Del B) mixed by Bev Moore

1st drop of the year, beat randomly floated to me but shouts out to the producer where ever you are in the universe you are loved.

Maleificent Interlude

The fourth drop of the Month of B dot! Once again produced by the talented fleur featuring @jeleelyussuf 

Available now on all major streaming platforms!

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DEVOUR! ft JELEEL! (prod. fleur)

The 1st single from the upcoming "STILL" EP

STILL

This Ain't What You Want

lyrics:
Everyday's,
A different day,
All I want,
Pretty things,
Yellowbone,
Call her lemonade,
Put her ass,
On a dinner plate


I be so empty, whenever yall hit me up,
Virgin to cares, I cannot give a fuck,
All I wanna do is get lit up,
Take her to the room,
Then finish her,
She's injured as soon as I enter her, she think that I'm into her,
I think that I'm ending her,
Got her on images, dont need her for shit no more,
She say that I'm immature, no I'm just sinister, bitch





















Thanks for support guys

Pretty Things ft. Lee Regal (prod. KevinKatana)

lyrics:
We going smoke tonight,
We going drink tonight,
You going get this pipe,
Ima do it right, 
Ima fuck you right,
We going get lit,
Is you going hit dis?
Am I going hit, bit?
We going smoke tonight,
We going drink tonight,
You going get this pipe,
Ima do it right, 
Ima fuck you right,
We going get lit,
Is you going hit dis?
Am I going hit, bit?



Come get lit with PRXMX,
You going get hit from PRXMX,
XOXO, OH NO!



Aye, baby look rather dashing,
I got thoughts of smashing,
Aye, this green be hitting,
Aye these drinks, we sipping,
Bit let's party, (party)
Bit open the box,
Bit I'm starvin', (starvin')
Baby, let's go out and ball,
Bit, I think that I'm finna fall,
Bit, I got a big buzz,
I hear the couch tryna call,
Aye baby look rather dashing,
I got thoughts of smashing,
Aye, this green be hitting,
Aye, these drinks, we sipping,
Bit let's party, (party)
Bit open the box,
Bit I'm starvin', (starvin')
Baby, let's go out and ball,
Bit, I think that I'm fall



We going smoke tonight,
We going drink tonight,
You going get this pipe,
Ima do it right, 
Ima fuck you right,
We going get lit,
Is you going hit dis?
Am I going hit, bit?
We going smoke tonight,
We going drink tonight,
You going get this pipe,
Ima do it right, 
Ima fuck you right,
We going get lit,
Is you going hit dis?
Am I going hit, bit?









dont leave me

Tonight (prod. KevinKatana)

lyrics:
(Verse 1)[Prominence]
This don't happen alot
We was booted up, round town to shopping,
Having good times til you brought down the lot, 
You started spending time, but with me you not.
They started comin going you started tagging along, 
They was runnin, showing out, 
You ain't pick up calls
like I could feel the energy you was actin wrong 
I was down at home, you was out wit em all.
Baby, we both feel together
Baby, we both kill together 
Lately, I know I'll be real forever 
And sum up with us, guess you feelin tethered and
I've been faithful enough
See I've been the one that had it rough
See you the one I look to for love
Now you the one I think I cant trust
You dont know what pain is, 
you only hop skip and drop top tipped by anybody with a crotch grip and never think of kids you could make families girl, you so shameless.
But this only a speculation cuz my head and body separate, I'm a mental patient, but you never know I was cuz you moved so flagrant, so quick to slide and it as quick to take it
The next night I come quick to find, a doorbell rang, I knew it couldnt be for mine, he said he come for you, he tracked your single line, i got it out of him my inner villain breached inside
All the:  pointless explaining
All the: money you was takin
All the: time you was wasting
To the point I couldnt take it no more



(Verse 2)[PRXMXTIXN]
See, it's easy to state, you'll stay no matter the weather or not,
Whether we're poor, about to lose our spot, or if we're chilling all the way on top,
I take all the things you say straight to the heart,
I'd give you any piece of any part of anything that I got,
Without a second thought, 
Why do you do this?
Leave me clueless, 
Make me cross bridges,
Dig ditches,
The bullshits repetitious, 
You know I'd do anything for you, in any condition,
But you cant do shit but drop more and more bullshit,
Like a nigga really finna pump slugs in you slut,
Fuck all of that lovely dovey shit,
You just fucked me up,
How'd let a nigga fuck you, and then fuck us up?
Fuck this trust up, huh?
Fuck this love, and this time that I've spent on us,
You took me for a fucking imbecile,
No telling where these bullets'll go,
Hopefully in your soul, 
Easy come, easy go,
Get your hands off of me, ho,
Fuck you reaching fo',
See I dont need you, no,
Eenie meanie miney mo',
Catch a fucking lying bitch in the fucking act,
Dont cry now, don't scream, dont run,
As, I, reload the shotgun,
Shot one in the air,
Just to let you know I'm on yo ass,
Ima teach you not to play tricks on a nigga who only wanted to make you feel right,
But you gave me the steel knife in the back, it turns black,
I got my hands 'round your neck, it's real tight, ima make you feel bad,
As your final breath seeps out, I'm all, on you, and all you hear is a snap,
I tore my heart out for you, you couldn't even give a smudge back?
What the fucks all that about, 
Coulda been forever, guess you had a doubt





























Kendrick Lamar - Bitch, Dont Kill My Vibe remix 
she shouldnt have cheated, fucking whore

easycome,easygo ft. Lee Regal (prod. Sauron)

lyrics:
She the one for me,
The only one for me,
I'm a psycho killer,
But please dont from me,
She my sweetie pie,
She my honey comb,
If she ain't on my dick, then she on the phone,
Yeah I'm so in love, her voicemail is her ringtone



Man this real shit,
I'm so fucking deep,
She so fucking sweet,
Stole her from Mario, yeah she princess peach,
We ain't gotta be in the sheets, shawty fuck with me,
Shawty stuck with me,
That's good luck for me,
That's big ups for me



She can be so insecure, but I'm not sure what the fuck for,
Shes beautiful, she's wonderful,
She's a fucking snack, no lunchable,
She's a ride or die,
She's going ride 'til she die,
She got the thickest thighs,
Cant get this bitch up out my mind



That's my Haitian Queen,
But she ain't no human being,
I see her in my dreams,
I love it when we speak,
I love it when we speak,
That's my Haitian Queen,
But she ain't no human being,
I see her in my dreams,
I love it when we speak,
I love it when we speak















im in love. i think

Im So In Love ft. Neptune (prod. ojsosa)

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)

Lil Wyane-John Remix ft.Rick Ross-Prod.Bclassic

I'm jus swerv'n I'm jus chill'n I'm jus do'n me 3 pillz n my system I'm jus feel'n great sum'n n my cup lil mamma cum here have ah taste

17. YOU (REMIX LLYOD FEAT. BOP, LIL WYANE)

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

Taking Off

lyrics:
Do it for this looooove shit,
For this love shit,
For this love shit,
Do it for this love shit,



I need thot,
I need top from thot,
Til I go in shock,
Til my heart stop,
Yeah, God,
Came from the back of the block,
Slanging crack rock,
All I want is love,
All I had was drugs,
Shawty gimme love,
Don't just wanna fuck,
Maybe we could talk,
Maybe we could head off,
To my spot,
Show ya round the place,
Tell me what ya think,
Pick a part your brain,
Maybe pour a 8th,
4 for you, 4 for me,
Baby this is lean,
Put ya ass to sleep



Show ya what it do,
Maybe talk smooth,
Maybe get loose,
Maybe we could groove,
Maybe bust a move,
Maybe bust a nut,
Shawty gimme love,
In thot I trust,
Lemme get you what you want,
Roll daddy up a blunt,
Brand new patek look like lump,
No I ain't a simp,
I just love my bitch,
Give her what she wish,
Diamond on her hand,
Brand new purse from Spade,
But she queen of heart,
I just want lil bae, 
Yeah, I swear to God,
She the baddest bitch,
Plus she rad as shit,
Gotta have the bit,
God, I need that girl,
She's my fucking world,
She's the one for me,
I only want her company,
Baby I'm a psycho killer,
Please don't run from me,
I know that I'm scary,
But you are what I need,
Promise that you'll never leave,
Never give up,
Baby please believe, 
Remember, there's a we
Cause you are what I neeeed
You are what I need,
Baby pleeeeeeeeease believe,
Please,
Please believe 



I need thot,
I need top from thot,
Til I go in shock,
Til my heart stop,
Yeah, God,
Came from the back of the block,
Slanging crack rock,
All I want is love,
All I had was drugs,
Shawty gimme love,
Don't just wanna fuck,
Maybe we could talk,
Maybe we could head off,
To my spot,
Show ya round the place,
Tell me what ya think,
Pick a part your brain,
Maybe pour a 8th,
4 for me, 4 for you,
Baby this is lean,
Put ya ass to sleep