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$uicide Boy$ - Gutting Catfish (Chopped And Slowed)

LIVING F4ST Feat. CHEEMA (prod. Scarim) [H2O FLIP]

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Guilty As Charged

MIX/MASTERED/ PRODUCED BY SLIXX aka Fourteenth Street Junkie aka MR. "you'd do it again if you thought you get away with it wouldn't you?"

LYRICS
Hold up fuck boy 
I don’t need no fuckin gas 
Yeah you know my bitch she got it 
Rollin up while I’m all up on her ass
Now we running thru my mind state 
And I’m fucked up
Never trust or love a bitch unless she gets funds up 

I got nothin else to lose, I’ll keep on moving forward 
Ima stay in order hoping I don’t fall to the substance 
Tryna stay sober
I got the Glock and keep it bussin 
Runnin thru the valley, you know I’m down with the fuck shit 
Like
Damn, damn damn 
Yeah your bitch hop in my mentions 
Ima fuck her good and let her second guess if I love her
I done seen some things no motherfucker could go cover 
If he run to the opposition 
Then we put him under 

If they in my shoes, trust me 
You wouldn’t love me
Got some issues, got some problems to where my bitch won’t trust me aye 
If you in my shoes, trust me 
You wouldn’t love me 
I got some issues, got some problems where your bitch won’t trust me aye


If you in my shoes trust me you wouldn’t love me
I seen some murder, sold some drugs 
And seen some junkies get rid of (aye hol up)
Go and talk your shit 
While I’m plottin on this murder aye 
 I cant collect  sins cause I ain’t the god that you heard of aye

UnderDeath, what I rep till I’m dead 
UnderDeath, take this lead up to my… 
UnderDeath, what I rep till I’m dead 
UnderDeath, take this lead up to my… bitch

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(Prod.By RudisBeats x Nikco Suavvaye)

Lyrics:

Smoking a wood the life that we lived in the hood wasn’t good 

Paper the language when heard understood

When I pop out they can’t help but to look

Less you print money out here it get took

Calm your ass down before it get a foot

She slurp the shit  like a fruit by the foot 

Need a chef hat seen the homie cook good 

Chain on me plain but it shine from the cut



Like a knife in your gut 

Slice up the bag get to carving shit up

Ain’t wasting time told her back the shit up 

Ain’t got a heart if it ain’t adding up

Sick of the struggle I’ve had me enough 

We would piece up and still not have enough 

Asking who really above show me love 

He think it’s a game put his head in the tub

Wrap his ass up cock it back and then bust 

Play the bitch heart cause I beef with her bruh

Done me some dirt you can judge but so what

Run this shit back if you think to give up 

here moving with you let’s run this shit up 

Find you a blessing then pick the shit up

Don’t put yourself down nigga pick yourself up

Don’t worry about failing you’ll fuck some shit up

APPLE MUSIC

Paper The Language

shoutout $lick <3 
prod. me

[LYRICS]

Gotta keep your demons in check

They’ll take a hold of you 

Strangle you fucking slowly 

Just to suffocate in silence 

Buried 

Under the sand 

Call it 10 feet deep 

the Water 

Is moving slowly 

Rising past your feet

You gotta keep your head down 

In your own family home 

Your body shaking at the thought 

Of fucking being alone 

You gotta 

Crawl To the finish, talking bout that work 

The only way i’m on time 

Is if i’m driving my hearse, yeah

I just kept running and running away but im done with that shit bitch i’m plannin’ to stay 

my evil thoughts creeping up in back of my brain and im thinkin they want me to say 

Oh i been suffering, oh i’ve been hurt 

Oh i’ve been wondering, oh i’m not sure 

Put me in boxes with labels and tell me a fable that’s faker than God on some merch 

He ain’t givin’ up 

So i’m gonna home 

Romance his ass 

I don’t wanna talk, no 

Roll so fast but I smoke so slow 

Don’t talk to me, unless you brought more 

Man i wanna roll another but i’m feeling so high 

Take off your dress 

turn off all the fuckin’ lights 

kissin up slowly 

between ya fuckin’ thighs 

Pull on my hair when i look into ya eyes 

I don’t mind going slow, we don’t gotta be shy 

Let’s get romantic and find us a room 

wanna see all of your figure tonight 

I wanna see your body underneath the fuckin’ moon 

[SLICK] 

Snakes up in the field bitch I’m burning it down 
Rollin up a woods on yo side of town 
Couple grams up in my pocket,
Bitch I’m breaking it down 
Actin like you got it but You lackin the sound 
You actin like something that you not,
Caught up In the motions
Tryna get a fuckin spot 
You ain’t got a shot. and even if you did, no matter how you moving bitch your chance looking slim
Get a fucking grip 
This shit ain’t for you 
Another failure this ain’t nothin new 
really thought that you had something to prove 
Must be hard to win when you always fuckin lose 

Like the paint on the walls they be Flaking on me 
Not a second thought bitch they be preyin on me 
Like the paint on the walls they be Flaking on me 
The Space up in my head  that be vacant homie

[WICKED]

don’t want your feedback 
don’t fuck with your friends 
Rappers so plastic, they look like some kens 
Look at their life in a rose colored tint, prolly better than it really is

no rest for the wicked, i burned all my bridges i wonder if slowly you’ll realize i’m spitting when i start some shit, best believe ima finish, some crumbs on my plate best believe that it’s hidden

BACKBITER (feat. $lick)

conversations with myself. 
prod. me
shoutout quinn for letting me use their photo as album art
ig:  photo.quinn 

[LYRICS]
i’m not a man of my word 

just being honest 

ill make you you a promise, but you never learn

manic and crazy, oh baby sedate me

i’ll sleep in the forest with birds 

all of my art just reflecting my worth 

all of my streams are reflecting my work 

manic and crazy, oh baby sedate me 

I’ll sleep in the forest with birds 

uh

just for the hurt 

just for the night 

face all my demons, it’s fuck what you like

And i don’t like your tone,

Yall hit my phone

Sending me beats but id rather be makin my own

i’m not a man of my word 

just being honest 

ill make you you a promise, but you never learn

manic and crazy, so baby sedate me

i’ll sleep in the forrest with birds 

i’m not a man of my word 

just being honest 

paybacks a promise 

Fire consumed you and i let you burn

But i never sleep, days feel like rinse and repeat 

So we live endlessly 

Live with the burns 

Pray for insurance 

We’re Carried by currents

found ourselves buried ten feet in the sea 

look all around you, then look back at me 

Look in my eyes I say what do you see 

Look at me horrified, i’ll be the first to admit 

Scared for my future, im scared to have kids 

im fucking crazy and what if it hits?

what if it hits when they need me and what if it 

(it scares me, conversations with myself) 

i’m not a man of my word 

just being honest 

paybacks a promise 

Fire consumed you and i let you burn

But i never sleep, days feel like rinse and repeat 

So come home with me 

right in the forrest 

show me your hatred 

or we could ignore it 

I gotta plan for us both 

So don’t even stress 

details are not so important

MAN OF MY WORD

POUYA Ft. GERM - Old School

UNDERDEATH
(Prod.SLIXX) 
(Prod.FOURTEENTH STREET JUNKIE)
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SLIXX (ig @slixx444)

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