prod 3s n sid

Lyrics -------------------------------------------------------------------------

(chorus)

this a massacre, yeah this a massacre
shoes matching the cup. yeah shoes matching the cup
dusa in the cut, slatt dusa in the cut 
dusa in the cut, slatt dusa in the cut

bitches couting up, oh this is not enough
yeah my diamonds showing off, pink diamonds match the boot
oh shit ill take your boot, lenciaga striker boot, bih
dont know what to do, too much money count the blue bih

(verse)

two thousand, two thousand on my fucking pocket
drako drako, lets punch out your eye socket,
this bitch do voodoo, like pop it !
everywhere i go its popping

switch up in the glock its locking,
no we not kins we not locked in,
kendrick lamar we not like them,

glock under tee ! came with g model,
oh brand new tee, shit cost a lotta,
i fucked the bitch, and spilt the bottle,

yes are lights low? are the lights dim?
ill get up my racks and jump out the gym,
yeah medusa this yeah medusa that,
i walk out the crib never leave my gad'

(chorus)

this a massacre, yeah this a massacre
shoes matching the cup. yeah shoes matching the cup
dusa in the cut, slatt dusa in the cut 
dusa in the cut, slatt dusa in the cut

bitches couting up, oh this is not enough
yeah my diamonds showing off, pink diamonds match the boot
oh shit ill take your boot, lenciaga striker boot, bih
dont know what to do, too much money count the blue bih

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Striker Boot

Produced by 3S

LYRICS:

Fucking this bitch cause she love it, yeah she love me yeah
Dont got time, she love it when its in her tummy yeah
When she want some sex, this hoe finna call me up
All I do is flex, cause I got that money (money)
Bitch I want some head, this hoe gave me CTE
On top of the bed riding like she got PHD
Put in pain for this shit, yeah I B.L.E.E.D
Bitch I need some fucking gas I need that TLC
All of these pussies behindI fuck her then I rewind
Aint pussy I wont ceasefire
He talk that shit then he die
He talking crazy, he die
I think I'm losing my mind
I think I'm losing my mind
I think Im- (cough cough)
Okay
My hoes they going both ways
Have sex like this a fourway
Im rolling on this beat i'm riding this shit like a roadway
You can't do it like me, I cross em up like this shit crochet
Im fucking on this hoe she open up like she a doorway
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
Pussy online
I swear these pussies gon lie
I grab that blunt I smoke za
Want beef we at Qdoba
I'm next up this aint no lie
Do magic bitch like ta-da
Yeah all these bitches gon die
Yeah all your souls they all mine
Oh yeah lets do it
Yeah Im fucking on this hoe and we match up like this shit cupid
Way she giving me that sloppy I be thinking this bitch stupid
I be smoking on that gas like everyday yeah bitch i'm booted
Way i'm flowing on this bitch I feel like water i'm too fluid
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
Fucking this bitch cause she love it, yeah she love me yeah
Dont got time, she love it when its in her tummy yeah
When she want some sex, this hoe finna call me up
All I do is flex, cause I got that money (money)
Bitch I want some head, this hoe gave me CTE
On top of the bed riding like she got PHD
Put in pain for this shit, yeah I B.L.E.E.D
Bitch I need some fucking gas I need that TLC

ghetto prod ivvys xb venny

Cole Bennett

Produced by: me n @everyothertweeker
Engineered by: me
Cover art by: me

Lyrics
 
[chorus]

Somebody call my plug tell him im dying,
if your looking for commitment i got you,
just dont be a stupid cunt, 
cut with razor you get gun,

i was just lying for fun,
this bitch keep crying oh lord,
i just get better,
bitch im on top of you everytime,

its perfect timing allure,
oh like when the bass hurt,
i cum on her face bruh,
she a cunt she washed up, 

[verse]

bae- bae- bae- its both of us, 
go ahead show love,
i know that he been bad,
your lips yeah i bit that,

balenci the fit check,
you still pick and choose ye,
your love is some bullshit,
packed it up i threw it,

you hate when you lose ye,
but im used to the losing,
bitch lately, ive been rocking that bape,
bitch you not my twin get the fuck out the way,
knots in my pocket this hoe out of weight,

bitch lately, bitch lately, bitch lately,
ive been rocking that bape, 
bitch u not my twin get the fuck out the way,
knots in my pocket this hoe out of weight,
i found my peace on 808,
i found my peace on 808

[interlude]

im losing grip with reality,
its just me and melodies that keep me awake yeah,
you talk to me bae ill answer the secrets you told me
ill hold them forever, 
they lied to me when they told me i just have to move on
and its gon get better, 
now everybody wait on me its a whole lot of weight on me
a whole lot of pressure.

they lied to me when they told me i just have to move on
and its gon get better,
now everybody wait on me its a whole lot of weight on me 
a whole lot of pressure. 

[chorus]

Somebody call my plug tell him im dying,
if your looking for commitment i got you,
just dont be a stupid cunt, 
cut with razor you get gun,

i was just lying for fun,
this bitch keep crying oh lord,
i just get better,
bitch im on top of you everytime,

its perfect timing allure,
oh like when the bass hurt,
i cum on her face bruh,
she a cunt she washed up, 

[verse]

bae- bae- bae- its both of us, 
go ahead show love,
i know that he been bad,
your lips yeah i bit that,

balenci the fit check,
you still pick and choose ye,
your love is some bullshit,
packed it up i threw it,

you hate when you lose ye,
but im used to the losing,
bitch lately, ive been rocking that bape,
bitch u not my twin get the fuck out the way,
knots in my pocket this hoe out of weight, 

bitch lately, bitch lately, bitch lately,
ive been rocking that bape,
knots in my pocket this hoe out of weight,
i found my peace on 808,
i found my peace on 808.

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PERFECT TIMING

tummyflat

🎂
lyrics

Yo yo, yo yo
Yo yo, yo yo

I'm with AB, I'm with P2F
Told baby do not stress
I was at this lil' hoe house
We about freaked out, I'm in her bed like buddy, nah

Buddy sent them shots, you still ain't go slide
I'm inside her mouth, she keep that wide
I gotta smoke this weed, if not it fuck my mind up
My slime do want your friend, don't know if you mind

Shit got you bitter
These niggas move like lizards
Hit step back, I'm that nigga
About a girl, you moving tender

Labels tryna sign me, need more
Man, I gotta grind like this
Distro check went expensive, the fit
Caught them loafing, I ain't going for it

We broke up but don't mess with my Bitch
Man, this music, I'm loving this world
V2 boy, you bout cold then a bitch
Got them glazing, hit pose on a pic

I ain't even hear what you said
Met a groupie, you cool but you fan
And I'm missing my brother, lil' 10
Walk in my shoes if you can

If I die, who you'd steal the swag from?
And that's my type beat, please don't go and act dumb
The label fly me out, I think I'm that one
She call me Prayvion, think that she know some

They say you no good
My brother slime put an opp in a wood
I'ma tweak out, I don't know if I should
Died on a lick, boy, you died on a jugg

I want your soul, let me know if I could
Mix it up with the grabba, I'm puffing on good
It ain't nothing to go pop it, just wait till I do
Boy, I'm up in that mode, they ain't even have a clue

And she wanna go fuck me, yes
Bitch popped, had to tell her no
I'm a freak, yes, I confess
If you ain't, then guess you gotta go

I'm with AB, I'm with P2F
Told baby do not stress
I was at this lil' hoe house
We about freaked out, I'm in her bed like buddy, nah

Buddy sent them shots, you still ain't go slide
I'm inside her mouth, she keep that wide
I gotta smoke this weed, if not it fuck my mind up
My slime do want your friend, don't know if you mind

Shit got you bitter
These niggas move like lizards
Hit step back, I'm that nigga
About a girl, you moving tender

Labels tryna sign me, need more
Man, I gotta grind like this
Distro check went expensive, the fit
Caught them loafing, I ain't going for it

We broke up but don't mess with my Bitch
Man, this music, I'm loving this world
V2 boy, you bout cold then a bitch
Got them glazing, hit pose on a pic

I ain't even hear what you said
Met a groupie, you cool but you fan
And I'm missing my brother, lil' 10
Walk in my shoes if you can

CTE

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