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Hop Off The Couch! (Prod. M3)

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[HOOK]
You can’t, You can’t keep that girl from comin round
She’s just likes my sound
Pop a perc im getting loud, yea I’m loud yea
Shoot 9mm, 30 rounds
I’m airing out yo house 
And I’m killing off your spouse, yea yo spouse yea
Spark that fuckin blunt we at the park
I like it when it’s dark
In the brand new whip press the start, yea it start yea
You and me, no we not the same
I do it for the money 
And you do it for the fame you a lame
You can’t keep that girl from comin round
She’s just likes my sound
Pop a perc im getting loud, yea I’m loud yea
Shoot 9mm, 30 rounds
I’m airing out yo house 
And I’m killing off your spouse, yea yo spouse yea
Spark that fuckin blunt we at the park
I like it when it’s dark
In the brand new whip press the start, yea it start yea
You and me, no we not the same
I do it for the money 
And you do it for the fame you a lame

[VERSE]
I got Plans for the future I can’t tell to no hoe
This bitch hit my line like she already know
I don’t give no damns bout your problems no more
If you wanna get gassed up then take yo ass to the store 
I’m finna black out can some one stop him
If we having problems these bullets gonna solve them
Beat his ass then mf rob him 
Yea then I mughfuckin rob him

[HOOK]
You can’t, You can’t keep that girl from comin round
She’s just likes my sound
Pop a perc im getting loud, yea I’m loud yea
Shoot 9mm, 30 rounds
I’m airing out yo house 
And I’m killing off your spouse, yea yo spouse yea
Spark that fuckin blunt we at the park
I like it when it’s dark
In the brand new whip press the start, yea it start yea
You and me, no we not the same
I do it for the money 
And you do it for the fame you a lame
You can’t keep that girl from comin round
She’s just likes my sound
Pop a perc im getting loud, yea I’m loud yea
Shoot 9mm, 30 rounds
I’m airing out yo house 
And I’m killing off your spouse, yea yo spouse yea
Spark that fuckin blunt we at the park
I like it when it’s dark
In the brand new whip press the start, yea it start yea
You and me, no we not the same
I do it for the money 
And you do it for the fame you a lame

Comin Round 𖤐

JENX2 & XO DRU - INFERNO FT. ISSBROKIE (PROD. BUCKX2)

prod. sk8miles
im always gonna be who i am no matter what <3

L Y R I C Z 

money never change me woah
( yeah oh) 
fame will never change me woah
( yeah ooh) 

all these hoes i dont need nobody oh
hoes i dont need nobody ooh oh

fame never change me woah
( yeah oh) 
money will never change me woah
( yeah ooh) 

y'all gonna know that im great 
yuh yuh 
lately im doin okay
but honestly i hate the way that i feel in my skin and i hate my face cuz the pain within
god help me forgive my sins
forgive all the scars that i put on my skin
please forgive me for all the wrong i did

CHANGES, GOD FORGIVE ME

verse 1: Ruby
verse 2: Scrim
verse 3: Kold-Blooded

art by @tsunamirose.
mixed by @hogish75.

[Verse 1: (Ruby)]
Bitch I don't give a fuck, just put me in the dirt
Lightin' up another blunt cuz this one almost burnt
Look at me now, bitch I'm full of fucking worms
Fuck school, fuck work, fuck god
Fuck the church, fuck the cops
Fuck the world, in the mouth
Leave my pearl, in it's throat
Then its back to the [Mo?/Note?]
Wit yo girl or you hoe
(wait was that even ya bitch? i dont even fucking know
Can't keep up wit yung snow)

[Verse 2: ($crim)]
Got a blunt laced with snow
666 below
Pistol grip on yo hoe
Then i let that bitch go
It's the return of tha mack
Swisher laced with crack
Let the knife cut back
When im crazy off the sack
All these bitches on my dick
Smokin in the sticks
Clickin' off that ana
Roll that thai like alabama
Bitch i'm i'm MC with that Hammer
Aesthetic
Duckin the slammer
Sippin' out the baby bottle
Smokin' out in my impala

Dollars dollars by the thousand
Can't get paid by no hour

Dollars dollars by the thousand
Can't get paid by no hour

[Verse 3: (Kold-Blooded)]
Nah
I put in work every minute
Betta believe dat im'a kill it
I'ma ride
Till the muthaphukkain wheels fall off
I'm takin it back
When i come up with da craft
Cuz ive never been Act
Underground til my casket drops
I'm smokin in the darkness
(all you seein is my eyes)
[red and bright]
Flow like im posessed
Commitin suicide
Spittin verbal homicide
Let'em die........
Watchin angels cry.........
Dust'em off , like all my ashes
See you fall, while i get high...
Hit'em in da head
Wit da unexpected
Unpredictable
Like Mystikal
Burn'em in a hole
Wit da rest of da hoez
Dat's hatin'
Satan
I'm waitin
For you to call me back..........
I've made my
Donation
But wealth is what i lack
I spit in-cantations
These fools can't hold me back
Just rewind
My statements
And have a fucking blast.....

Kold-Blooded - 666 Below (ft. $UICIDEBOY$) (prod. by $crim) (2015)

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: GERM]
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her i loved her
Lying like shit
I'm still boolin' tho
Bleedin' concrete
Snortin' oxys
Feelin' god body like who gon stop me now?
Runnin' round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now?
Get hip
Get it now
I'm gone til november
Got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big ass gas bag
Passenger side of the cadillac
Seat slightly sat back
On my side i got my baghdad
Hotel hoppin'
Bombin' back back
Dynamite in the gucci napsack
Ruckus in the church
Jesus meet this heathen he kinda hurt
Buzzin' im loud
Never stoppin' til they stick me in the dirt

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]
Took a benzo
Wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cut throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low
$outh $ide $uicide
Wanna ride in the caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leakin' drippin' down all my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night
Ride like no limit in '96
Stunt like i'm wayne on the carter 6
Now i got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch
This that motherfuckin' gospel
Kanye i'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council

[VERSE III: YUNG $NOW]
Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up cause i'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type o on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes when i whip it lookin' like the cadillac bent
Lookin' like a car accident
Spilled my guts and i spilled my cup
Lean on my liver i ain't sippin' it up
Hollow out a fuck boy skull so i can sip in peace my g
Don't follow me cause bad shit happens with germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties
They lack the seeds
No matchin' me
These bags of weed
Yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene no gasoline

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - HERE WE GO AGAIN

mysoultotake
Florida Mf
all socials: @dionsmind

CHANGES, GOD FORGIVE ME

DION’S MIND