SAINT BALENCI X IZZY - FOREVER (PROD. M27)

FT. @V4NDALOFFICIAL. PROD. BY SILENTSYNDICATE.

OUTTA SIGHT [FT. V4NDAL]

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6 SHOT

all the fkn boys

lyrics: https://pastebin.com/VpERpNu1

IZZY x SAINT BALENCI x SYRIAC x SPAGZ x SKITZ - LETO CYPHER

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IZZY X SAINT BALENCI - 3DG

NO TALKING NO CHIT CHAT. MIXED BY BOBBY BEATZ.

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IZZY X SAINT BALENCI - IN THE FIELD

MOTOROLLA FLIP PHONES, TRAP WINNING.

LYRICS:

[intro]
kicked down so many doors
consider it chores
do it dirty clip curly
rounds hot and they come like smores

i aint got no behaviour
wild in style baby love my flavour
savior savior
ching them up like i deal with a hater

[verse]
slash and rip
ching that bitch
ding dong knock on your door then
pop shots off till the gun just jams and clicks

well known militant
guns and immigrants out here hitting these licks
no fugazi real glocks and steel
on the opp block just hope they don't trip

motorolla flip phones trap winning
age 15 two 44s twinning
come like max payne tryna turn man victim
take his last breath and shut down his system

rode down to the other side
tour de opp block and we left one spinning
his pool of blood seemed deep
what a shame that boy had never gone swimming

too many bodies dropped by this gun
how many times i did it for fun
ripping holes all through your chest
bringing fresh air right into your lungs

they say i'm tapped in the head
the things i speak on, and the ones that are dead
it's not my fault i don't give no fucks
we dug them six feet and put them to bed

say the word just like i'm crazy
no swae lee catch you in your dreams
this rambo knife might rip you
leave your jaw hanging just like a fiend

got bars on bars
and clips on clips
extendo mags for trips

no fingerprints
just fingertips
on dots when we ride and grip

MOTOROLLA

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lyrics:

they fear their lives 
when the boys shout run it
circle the block not once not twice 
three times fuck that they done it

they say our crews are on violence
they're sliding just cos they love it
any time any place we're stepping
grab them rifles in bags they stuff it
dump the whole mag no thoughts say fuck it

them leto boys always move different
7 up against 16 opps got dropped 
come spot the difference

from talking all of that talk 
to copping shots they soon turn victim
the words i speak come wicked
just bitchin when they start snitchin
in kitchens we keep guns hidden

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real silencers, no pillows
they stalk us they want our info
keep our heads low, guns through the window
don't make us turn your wife to a widow

leather seats and the windows tinted
too fast baby dont get winded
leave me alone let my thoughts get twisted
not the weeknd play my games all wicked

never let my lawn grow high
the way that these snakes move slow in grass
never demand that i get attention
when i speak out now youre sitting in class

you can run but you never can hide
you'd think im stone cold when i shatter that glass
clap clap clap clap
dont know if its the gun or my girls big ass

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if only their words really phased me
all now i can see why they hate me
give me a reason to draw this machete
im 50 the men i've killed are many

when the AP comes out and busts
duck, cover your head shout fuck
luck don't play any part round here
only skilled experience when the gun gets tucked

we've heard their voices while they screamed
shots to their chests we've heard them all wheeze
stuck them shanks deep in their throats
you should see the way that their eyes just freeze

if i named all the opps we've dropped
i'd drop an album cos the list's so long
many don't know behind all these songs
is a list of opps that have all been knocked

---

they fear their lives 
when the boys shout run it
circle the block not once not twice 
three times fuck that they done it

they say our crews are on violence
they're sliding just cos they love it
any time any place we're stepping
grab them rifles in bags they stuff it
dump the whole mag no thoughts say fuck it

them leto boys always move different
7 up against 16 opps got dropped 
come spot the difference

from talking all of that talk 
to copping shots they soon turn victim
the words i speak come wicked
just bitchin when they start snitchin
in kitchens we keep guns hidden

RUN IT

saudade
/saʊˈdɑːdə/
noun

(especially with reference to songs or poetry) a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia that is supposedly characteristic of the Portuguese or Brazilian temperament. It describes a deep emotional state; a yearning for a happiness that has passed, or perhaps never even existed.

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