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SATCHEL VI X HEAR$E - 2 BLOWS (PROD. JAKE OHM)

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LYRICS:
" Let me hit this dab 
Let me hit yo rig 
Bitches don’t know shyt 
Cause I’m fucking lit 
Bitches be talking that shyt 
Neva gone quit
Alwayz gonna hit 
Bitches be saying and playing 
they caving 
Persuading 
Leave me da fuck alone 
I just wanna fuck these hoes 
Breaking my phone, and hating your tone 
Gotta go, da below 
Leave me in hell 
Leave me in hell 
Surrounded by people ringing da bells 
Funeral dreams 
Wake up w a scream 
Yeah 
I’m a fiend 
Mothafucka 
I don’t need this shyt 
I don’t need yo shyt 
Breaking da system 
You know I ain’t w em 
All of you bitches be hating, fuck what u saying 
I’m not fucking playing 
Mothafucka 
Chi cago shyt 
Let me rip yo neck 
Let me cut yo head
Break these hoes 
Rag clean 
Smoke yo dope 
Ima take yo soul 
Let me hit this dab 
Let me hit your rig 
But you know this shyt 
But I’m high as shyt 
Yeah you know it’s lit
Baby let me get a hit 
Booties bouncing on me
Yeah you know it’s lit 
All these hoes gonna give me head
Let me make my bread
Gonna make it rich 
Yeah I know you gonna steady hate it bitch 
I’m gonna make it someday 
As you give me plays 
Let it rain, let it rain 
Break yo brain 
I’m insane 
Fuck you bitch you know I’m sane "

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I just picked  up my phone 
and made a 
motha Fuckin play 
This nigga hit my line 
talkin bout you gonna die today 
Bustas really thinkin 
That we out here fuckin 
playin games 
Till u pull up on my block 
Ima let my nuts hang 
Let that nigga run his lip 
That pussy talkin from his neck 
Light his whole body up 
Like a new port  cigarette
Motha fuckas out claimin 
That they wanna fuck with me 
But they be the same bustas 
Scared to catch a first degree 
2x
Murder always on my mind 
Pistol always totte a 9 
What tha fuck you claimin boy 
You know I rep the south side 
Till tha fuckin death of me 
Pussy can’t be testing me 
Cause I be that young migo 
Ain’t scared to catch felony’

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Lyrics: Talking all this shit until I unleash on my mosberg 

Packing on my heat so niggas know they finna get burned 

Dragging on yo body watch me dump you in the fuckin lake,

Horror state,

Deep in Texas we don’t ever fuckin play 

Fuck a fake

Just keep it real

Mane I hate a lying hoe,

I’ll pull up quick inside the vette, and cap y’all niggas to the floor. 

Runnin and Creepin I’m unleashing demons, I’m summoning Satan to eat on your soul

Matter a fact Il light my dro 

and smoke a bowl, 

to free the soul. 

Man I seen, that nigga he,

Is trynna creep up to da trap,

Call my niggas up real quick,

Make show that they got the straps,

We attack,

They fall back,

We spill blood, and they all die,

Mane i wonder why? 

Why the fuck these niggas try? 

I’m craving so much blood,

Every day in the night,

Finna go a feed on a busta, bitch 

watch me take his life, 

Im done with all this bullshit, I don’t wanna live no more,

Got the 9 to my head,

Finna pop off on my dome. 

Case closed,

 Murder unsolved

No body trynna come solve dis crime, 

look at these thoughts up in my mind,

 This suicide, 

it aint a lie. 

Let the darkness take my body so that black is all I see,

If a nigga actin tough, 

Imma break all of his dreams, 

if that nigga acting shady, imma drop him wit a curse

He gon get hurt or even worse, 

he gon be put inside the grave

Dropping bombs like heroshima, shedding skin upon this place 

Pussy boy you gon get merked, for the stupid shit you say

DaSinHasBegun (PROD. CRYPTIC MACK)

At the calling of the crow
Grab the blade it’s time to go
Put ya body in a hole
Feel the hatred as it grows
Into the night
We creep and crawl
‘til we hear a body fall
Castin judgement to the river
Break a bitch n kill em all
bust a mothafuckas lip
If I hear ‘em talkin shit
Demons in my fuckin’ soul
Now I gotta pop a bitch 
Manipulate
The lies that conjure in this 
World only exist to terrorize
The devil whispers in my ear
To never fear
We runnin wild
Can’t you see
Everybody fuckin’ bleeds
Manic pressure in the mental
Leave the masses hangin’ high
Don’t fuck with me, bitch
I left the body leakin in the gutta
Head split
Blood is drippin out his eyes
No need to see what happens next
devil shyt, eternal bump
Don’t care what happens to the rest
No remorse for what I’ve done
I’m talkin’ homicidal
Threats will disappear
So say goodbye
To the life you knew before
Know the phonk will never die
It feeds the demons n my soul

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