Best of PRXMX

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:

IF ITS BEEF, THEN ITS BEEF
YOU GOING NEED TO FIND A GRAVE
PG UP THE HEAT
IF I MOTHERFUCKING SAY
KNOCK HIS WHOLE HEAD OFF
THEY LIKE KI SA K PASSE
BITCH I RUN THIS SHIT, OKAY
BITCH I RUN THIS SHIT, OKAY
BITCH IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT, GET OFF MY DICK
BITCH IM TIRED OF YOU BITCHES ON MY DICK
BITCH IM TIRED OF YOU NIGGAS ON MY DICK
BITCH IM TIRED OF YOU ALL BITCH IM SICK

FUCK EVERYBODY, EVERYBODY GETTING CUT
IM LOADING UP THE SHOTTY, FINNA GO ON A LIL HUNT
I AINT GOT FRIENDS, EVERYBODY BETTER DUCK
I WISH SOMEBODY TEST ME, BITCH YOU GETTIN SLUMPED
BIG SAB DONT PLAY BITCH HE GOT THE K
IF HE COCK THE FUCKING ROCKET BITCH YOU GETN SLAYED
BIG DOG, YEAH, WITH THE BIG FANGS,
BIG BULLETS, YEAH, WITH THE BIG BANG

IF ITS BEEF, THEN ITS BEEF
YOU GOING NEED TO FIND A GRAVE
PG UP THE HEAT
IF I MOTHERFUCKING SAY
KNOCK HIS WHOLE HEAD OFF
THEY LIKE KI SA K PASSE
BITCH I RUN THIS SHIT, OKAY
BITCH I RUN THIS SHIT, OKAY
BITCH IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT, GET OFF MY DICK
BITCH IM TIRED OF YOU BITCHES ON MY DICK
BITCH IM TIRED OF YOU NIGGAS ON MY DICK
BITCH IM TIRED OF YOU ALL BITCH IM SICK

‘KAY, 
BITCH IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT, GET OFF MY DICK
BITCH IM TIRED OF YOU BITCHES ON MY DICK
BITCH IM TIRED OF YOU NIGGAS ON MY DICK
BITCH IM TIRED OF YOU ALL BITCH IM SICK


































I C U

ON MY DICK!

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)

blunts & boobies (prod. shango)

lyrics:

💯, this is brought to you by 💯



Is you claimin PG, while you say the other side?
Bullets bang, let em fly, all you see is brothers cry,
Put ya on yo death bed, pull up and then cut ya line,
Dexter with that Webster, check my closet, don’t know what ya find,
No JEA, but you missed your bill, bitch it’s on sight turn off ya lights,
That stick get you right put you on the ground, turn off your height,
Fuck up ya gang, fuck up ya wife, fuck up ya frame, fuck up ya life,
Fuck what you saying, and fuck what you like, take yo chain, and I’m taking your ice,
Fuck yo block, you ain’t got stripes, fuck what you playin, that shit ain’t hype,
Rep that PG, fuck that, 

We rated restricted,
I’m taking yo bread, you scared of the biscuit,
Yo bitch on my dick tip,
I’m fucking that pussy, I ain’t wearing Rip’Dip,
I told ya to zip it,

Wait

Hang with the Haitians, ima zoe,
You slang gats? But that shit is for show,
I slanging poles, but that shit for sure,
Damning foes, want bands on the flo’,
That’s what the cannon is fo’,
Stick jams, and I’m slammin, vanishin hoes,
Them X’s and O’s that’s tic-tac-toe,
You amateur’s stand like mannequins next to a prx



It ih what it ih,
Pussy niggas talking but it ih what it ih,
I hear em talking but it ih what it ih,
When I go and kill yo ahh, bitch, it ih what it ih



Then feed her dick, no dinner plate,
I know that ya been afraid,
Pussy you is Minute Maid,
Get shit twisted, hit ya braids,
Keep on bitchin’, get ya spayed,
I ain’t hearing shit ya sayin,
If it ain’t money, then ya mute,
Pull up deep, I’m with the group,
Masked up, suited too,
Leave a hole, Hoola Hoop,
Ya bit gave mouth and booty too,
We made a movie too,
Made her sing, recorded it, we ain’t using fruity loops,
He say that he wanted smoke, bitch you going shoot at who?

IT IH WHAT IT IH ft. Lee Regal (prod. Nabi00)

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:

The wrist cost a life, so I def got time to kill,
I hit her for an hour, now she need some time to heal,
She wonder why I’m out, I said “I ain’t got time to chill,
The money gotta move, so I put that shit on wheels,”
I do this for the fam, for the bills, for the thrills,
Messin with my top, that could get ya ass peeled,

Banana clip’ll flip em, we so tired of ya bitchin’
Tired of ya bitches, yall just actin opposition,
Spit my proverbs, that be my only religion,
PG til I’m dead, ‘course I play my position,

PG in the big leagues, bitch we made the play offs,
Pop you like a 3, jhit, you know how we play ball,
Movin all the ki’s, bitch, you know that I’m Ray Charles,
All I do is run shit, all I do is make calls,

Big dog, bitch I am the big dog,
Nigga you ain’t PG, boy you a rip off,
Bodies getting zipped up, money gettin sent off,
We win every game, yeah

Check the Cut ft. Lee Regal (prod. idontworry)

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:

Niggas want attention, get headlined,
Put a stick on ya head, now it’s bed time,
You can keep that ho, ‘cause the bread mine,
Plus she ight in the bed, and the head fine,
And my score at the top like the best time,
But this 9 right here keep the feds cryin,
This AR right here keep the feds tryin,
You talk, get popped with this red light,
We going see shit stop like a red light,

If it’s beef, if it’s smoke, then it’s on sight,
If you speak, if ya joke, then you goin die,
Make a movie with ya bitch, like a porn sight,

Like a movie in this bitch, we going shoot shit,
Kill the noise, yeah, I mute shit,
I’m the head of this shit, going salute, bitch,
You don’t like that shit, get the boot then

My bitch Haitian, and my kinfolk,
But you still get beat like dembow,
I play with these hoes like a demo,
And skip to the scene, like I’m sick of the intro,
Keep pole on top, like limbo,
Some many caskets, need a limo,
I’m the big dog, fuck the kennel,
Got the switch on the side with extendos,
Is you on my side? Is you 10 toes?
If not, get smoked like endo,
Do you catch my drift, bitch, 10/4?
I’ll sleep yo ass, fuck a pillow,

I’ll wet yo ahh like Ricky,
You rat, you mouse, like Mickey,
I’ll wet ass yo ass, you fishy,
Keep the peace right here like a hippie


Shoot shit like a movie, 
Shoot shit like a movie,
Shoot shit like a movie, 
Shoot shit like a movie,
Shoot shit like a movie, 
Shoot shit like a movie,
Shoot shit like a movie,
Shoot shit like a movie

Like a Movie (prod. taijigogetem)

lyrics:

This was a freestyle, my boy Ty can testify.

Candy Paint Freestyle (prod. EGO$HAWTY)

lyrics:

I got so much money, I can barely hold my pants up,
You ain’t gotta dollar, broke bitch, get yo bands up,
I, throw that PG in the air, don’t do bandannas,
You can rock yo color but you best watch ya grammar,
Say some shit that I don’t like, end up with ya grandma,
With that machine in my hand, I feel like I’m Rambo,

I don’t talk a lot, bitches eyeing my guap, aye that’s fair,
Drop the dot, we ain’t fucking at my spot, let’s make shit clear,
Keep that glock to knock, in case yo ass acting weird,
Bitches love to plot, can’t catch a loss, that’s my biggest fear,
If the block is hot, you won’t ever, ever catch me near,
I’m a thief at heart, gotta play my part, I ain’t never scared,

P-Man be the chosen one, P-Man be the coldest one,
All I get is dough and cheese, I put the pro in provolone,
I’m the one behind the wheel, and the one that hold the gun,
Don’t trust a soul, no, no, no, no, not one, 

Niggas love to hate, cause they back on they porch again,
Niggas love to hate, cause they dolls made of porcelain,
Niggas love to hate, I don’t really give a fuck,
Pussy nigga, get up off my dick, you suck

porcelain (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

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

ON MY DICK!

PRXMXTIXN

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