Araf - Kill Me

Vacancy

(NOT ENOUGH SPACE FOR ALL LYRICS)
So i was walkin all alone at night just tryin a get home 
	when I had got a call from someone not expected in my phone 
	It was somebody that I hadn't spoken to since i been grown 
	So i swiped right to answer i just had to fuckin know 
  
	What they wanted but when i answer somethin felt off 
	They voice felt haunted and I've never heard em cough 
	I asked a simple question, you feelin alright ? 
	I aint ever heard you act like this in all of my life 
   
	And she said 
	Okay, i just gotta come clean 
	I know it's been a long while and this might seem mean 
	I'm not tryna be selfish, but i dont know what to do 
	Could you bring me some soup and maybe some company too  

	I kinda froze up,
	Unsure how the fuck i sposeta feel 
	Haven't heard her speak in so long that this didn't seem real 
	Had to wind back my memory, when i lived in the hills 
	I was tryina forget it all, so  what's the fuckin deal 
	
	Where she callin me so late, and why so random? 
	Whys it gettin me so curious and what's the ransom?
	What she need from me and whys it so god damn important? 
	Who am I to be on edge got me hearin like I'm horton 

	But fuck it had to hear the rest of the story
	  started walking to her place because my night was boring 
	I still felt off 
	But i was drunk enough to not care 
	The signs said stop 
	But i was over half way there 

	When I got to 33rd street, I gave her a call 
	Haven't been in a while I was 17 in the fall 
	There was a long dirt road where her house use to be 
	Each side was barricaded with bushes and trees 

	I couldn't see much and my heart was beatin faster 
	Butterflies in my stomach after she didn't answer 
	Can't believe that I'm doin this, but here I am walkin 
	In the middle of the tall grass, felt somethin stalkin 

	Took a quick peek behind me, nothin in sight
	Just the leaves blowin on the rough road with one light 
	But somethin was different, the fog moved in 
	Couldn't tell where the road ended, or where it begins 

	I can admit, my heart sank just a little bit
	But I was commited to gettin to the end of this bitch 
	Plus if I didn't, I wouldn't really have a place to sleep 
	I could use a warm bed cuddled up in some sheets 

	I kept goin, til I saw a big house in the distance
	Thank god too cause this wind was gettin persistent 
	I picked up the pace workin my way to the porch 
	Climbed up the steps to go an knock on one of the doors

	I said "Hey it's Seven, I'm finally here
	It's different than I remember round this time of the year
	I hope you're still up because it's damn cold outside 
	But if not I'mma have to chill and call myself a ride"

	I waited a bit, but I never got a reply 
	Figured fuck this, opened the door to go on inside 
	Thought I could wait for an uber while I warm up a bit 
	But when I saw the livin room that's when confusion had hit       
	
	Everything caked in dust 
	Somethin smelled dead 
	Railing covered in rust 
	Is somethin fuckin with my head? 

	There ain't no way that I drank that god damn much 
	Pinch myself just to be sure I wasn't dreamin and such 
	
	Okay well get it together man
	Somethin's playin you for tricks 
	Pullin out my phone to check all o my calls and messages  
	Thinkin there has got to be an explanation for this shit 
	The hair standin on my neck as the reality hit

	it turns out, i never got a call, i dont know who it was
	feelin dizzy and confused from gettin lost in the woods 
	I was paralyzed, silent, couldn't think of any words 
	Until I heard something make their way to my back and they whispered  
	
	Everything you have ever done is anything I know 
	I see your soul for what it is you're like my little show 
	I watch you every day and I am lurking in your dreams 
	I sew myself inside you we are bonded at the seams

	Nearly Shit my fuckin pants thinkin about what i could do 
	Reached into my belt and pulled out my .22
	Spun around n let a shot rip but nothin was there

Come Clean

Ando bonito y con dinero FOIANINI
No estudio ni trabajo, soy un nini

Tu perra folla nini
Tu perra italiana porque lingüini

Le pego al beat como Chis Brown a Riri

Ando bonito y con dinero FOIANINI
No estudio ni trabajo, soy un nini

Tu perra folla nini
Tu perra italiana porque lingüini

Le pego al beat como Chis Brown a Riri

Andando rápido en auto por el brt
Llamó tu puta diciéndome que me quiere ver
Yo ya no fumo pero si querés que podés prender
Ahora si no coges no te voy a ni recoger

Mi amor si te busqué es porque no quiero conversar
No me interesan ni tu hobbies 
Ni que trabajas
No me interesa tu currículum 
Ni qué estudias 
Callate puta y de una pongámonos a qlear

Pongamo a qlear 
Yo te cojo y ni agrego a tu número a Whatsapp 

Pongamo a qlear 
Yo te cojo y ni agrego a tu número a Whatsapp

Ando bonito y con dinero FOIANINI
No estudio ni trabajo soy un nini

Tu perra folla nini
Tu perra italiana porque lingüini

Le pego al beat como Chis Brown a Riri
YOU FEEL ME?

Ando bonito y con dinero FOIANINI
No estudio ni trabajo soy un nini

Tu perra folla nini
Tu perra italiana porque lingüini

Le pego al beat como Chis Brown a Riri
YOU FEEL ME?

No seas burro pues, pa eso voy y me  la qleo a una McNífica

Camba Gang Gueng
Camba Gang

De 4 y mariWAnándo C, No...

Ando bonito y con dinero FOIANINI
No estudio ni trabajo soy un nini

Tu perra folla nini
Tu perra italiana porque lingüini

Le pego al beat como Chis Brown a Riri
YOU FEEL ME?

Ando bonito y con dinero FOIANINI
No estudio ni trabajo soy un nini

Tu perra folla nini
Tu perra italiana porque lingüini

Le pego al beat como Chis Brown a Riri
YOU FEEL ME?

GUENG.

Folla Nini

Broken touch

broken touch

I've observed when you humans gather in night clubs and listen to transmissions, beverages are spilled at an increased rate throughout the night. The viscious surface signals the end of the night for this alien. 

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Lyrics:
These floors are sticky
These floors are sticky
These floors are sticky
The floors are sticky
These floors are sticky
Floors are sticky
And I'll be leavin' after this
Leavin' after this
I'll need to change my shoes
Change my shoes
These floors are sticky
Floors are sticky

Sticky Floors

run it back!

yung palace - run it back! (prod. SHIRO)

BUY/STREAM ''FUCK A SPORT'' With A.2.Z: 

LYRICS:

YEH YEH YEH YEH,
kids is out here running after pills, 
cocaine, 
fuck a sport eh bitch brrrr BANG!
YEH, 
I could give a fuck about the philly plain jane, 
rollie on my wrist, i'm tryna break her back, 
YUH
Bitches out here watching on my pockets
Nah, fuck, u can't touch it
HUH,
(whistle)(whistle), 
u can't touch it
(Whistle)(whistle) 
YEH YEH, 
u can't touch it

Cash on the plate like sunday service, 
whip on the autobann porsche german, 
if you come with me you gotta be certain,
to my life you gotta come with a purpose,
Birds eye view I fly like an eagle,
City of junkies they used to be people, 
sometimes I wonder if this is the sequel, 
predators, prey, bitch we ain't equal

UHHHH! bitch do you miss me? 
use to call me honey bunny, 
I was just talkin so much fuckin, 
MONEY! MONEY!
MONEY! MONEY! bitch bitch
MONEY! MONEY! 
MONEY! MONEY! BITCH! BITCH!
EH! EH!

Everything that I touch turn to stone, 
heart of a lion a soul made of gold, 
got out the ninety nine handled my goals, 
nowadays Le Goldmane 
yeh, you cold

Bend the bitch over I'm making her flex, 
only place that I be laughing the bank, 
dont want your bitch cuz that pussy gone stank, 
Le Goldmane boy is the devil no saint

I play with money 
you play with your dick 
lil boi that's the difference, 
EH!, 
you think that being a pussy 
gonna get you some pussy 
you wish bitch, 
EH! 
I making money from talking some smack 
on a microphone bitch, 
YEH! 
Le Goldmane masterpiece 
spittin disasterpiece 
be who I wanna be, 
YEH!

YEH YEH YEH YEH,
kids is out here running after pills, 
cocaine, 
fuck a sport eh bitch brrrr BANG!
YEH, 
I could give a fuck about the philly plain jane, 
rollie on my wrist, i'm tryna break her back, 
YUH
Bitches out here watching on my pockets
Nah, fuck, u can't touch it
HUH,
(whistle)(whistle), 
u can't touch it
(Whistle)(whistle) 
YEH YEH, 
u can't touch it

SOCIAL DEGENERATE

FUCK A SPORT

FUCK A SPORT (With A.2.Z)

SHOCK

HOLA UN EP QUE GRABAMOS UN CALUROSO DIA DE VERANO,
LOS HICIMOS PARA TOCARLOS EN VIVO, TAMBIEN HAY UNA TOMA ENVIVO QUE LOS CABROS GRABARON, LOS SCRATCH DEL TEMA 3
LOS HIZO HEYNOS SALUDOS PA EL .. ABAJO EL RAP CHILENO

Papasrusticas - Ed Lugosi, Grisaceopaisaje, Cubone91

Beat creado por: XXALONE 

Espero que les guste y la compartan y me regalen un corazón, igual siganme para que no te pierdas de más música y si te gusta lo que hago recomienda este perfil para que crezcamos, poco a poco🖤

XXA.

Folla Nini

qmayb

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