we move in the night 
by smi1ez
prod bfdd - 
MIXX BY SMOKESTAXKK

LYRICS:

lookin all big with our boots on the ground 
they droppin me off in Iraq and irán 
they ask to repeat, they can’t hear the -
i’m manning the gun, got fire in hand
lighting it up in Afghanistan
children’s hospital, send it to the moon 
i riddle the van pulling up with the gun
and i ain’t gonna stop till i hear no one move 

we move in the night, we don’t make a sound 
screams in the house they never erupt
you ain’t got a glock, bitch- you got a davis
i got a sig and i keep it tucked 
lookin all big with our boots on the ground 
they droppin me off in Iraq and irán
they ask to repeat, they can’t hear the sound
i’m manning the gun, got fire in hand
lighting it up in Afghanistan
children’s hospital, weld it to the earth
i riddle the van pulling up with the gun
and i ain’t gonna stop till i see no one lurk 
all the screams like bliss to my ear
fill em with brass, i fill em with led
i ain’t gonna stop till i no more breathing
gotta make sure that that fucker is dead -
made sure, whole clip in his head
made sure, whole stake in his chest
make sure,  cut off his head
fuck that, imma burn them instead
lighting em up and watching them burn
hearin they family cry and all morn
shouldn’t have came to settle a score
now they clean blood off the carpet 
they droppin me off to end all the smart shit
ain’t callin you out cause you not the topic
man you can’t solve all your problems with boxin
solve all your problems without you want fight 
now you bleedin on the ground wit spite 


lookin all big with our boots on the ground 
they droppin me off in Iraq and irán 
they ask to repeat, they can’t hear the -
i’m manning the gun, got fire in hand
lighting it up in Afghanistan
children’s hospital, send it to the moon 
i riddle the van pulling up with the gun
and i ain’t gonna stop till i hear no one move 

lookin all big with our boots on the ground 
they droppin me off in Iraq and irán 
they ask to repeat, they can’t hear the -
i’m manning the gun, got fire in hand
lighting it up in Afghanistan
children’s hospital, send it to the moon 
i riddle the van pulling up with the gun
and i ain’t gonna stop till i hear no one move 

lookin all big with our boots on the ground 
they droppin me off in Iraq and irán 
they ask to repeat, they can’t hear the -
i’m manning the gun, got fire in hand
lighting it up in Afghanistan
children’s hospital, send it to the moon 
i riddle the van pulling up with the gun
and i ain’t gonna stop till i hear no one move

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lubu (prod. herNiketechgawd)

[LYRICS]

(T-T-T-Typical...Flame Walker) 

[Verse] 

I ain't gon' lie you n- in trouble
Touch on my fit & you'll turn to a rubble 
Say that I'm poppin'? Who mimick bubbles?
Flame got enough heat jus' to bully dragos
Big bag, double it, I can't fumble 
Ain't no need to keep s- subtle
If you want smoke then speak up brother 
Yo h- throw it back told her f- a cuddle
Man how many times should I tell ya, we on the same game but different levels
Quick word bruv I am my own pillar so if you takin' shots then it's gon' be a thriller
Competition? I ain't seen nun drilla 
I only compete with the dawg in my mirror 
After my win I don't roar, take note that mean that Leo a k-
S- let me get the score settled, my circle smaller than a watch bezel 
But it sure do be hella tight bet a stack you'd swear that we all virgins
Real ones? Yeah I got a few but I done spot many fake distant fellas
Man I been knowin' n- snakes when they didn't wanna see me climb up ladders
Knew they'd rather see me down than to help a youngin' win
Can't f- with that boy he a fiend
Sorry but I can't pretend 
Evidence, evident in fine print
Capture that & check yo lens
Word to Trey Kayy, wassup twin?
Check the score we did it again
City urban, pockets certain, never lurkin' 
Livin' life on green light
Dibas servin', shawty splurge on Virgil Birkins 
She be livin' that queen life
Say yo shawty number one? Well then damn, mine on ten, ya dig right?
In a few we'll be swervin' in a Merc with Maybach curtains while you smirkin' 

Roll, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump (it jump, jump, jump)
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run (run, run, run)
Oh, these n- my sons?
Dead beat to 'em, I ain't got nun for em (ain't got nun for em)
Bad b- look like Ice Spice, she eatin' d-, she the real munch (real munch)
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump (it jump, jump, jump)
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run (run, run, run)
Oh, these n- my sons?
Dead beat to 'em, I ain't got nun for 'em (ain't got nun for em)
Bad b- look like Ice Spice, she eatin' d-, she the real munch (real munch) 

[Verse] 

Bad a- b-with a whole lotta a-, whole lotta cash, that's my type 
Eyes lay low during eye contact could've stole my soul but I love that sight
All eyes on me like a public speaker, can't believe how far we came
Big shout out to La Familia the come up been hot since invention of heater
No Goku but being on freezer 
Money comin' through like sirens, cuff me to blue & orange dibas 
M on my forehead like Majin Vegeta
Bro drop a snippet & give em a teaser 
Gotta drop a bag if you wan' you a feature 
👧: Flame can I get a follow back?
Sorry baby girl there's only one leader
Strictly focused on pay, can't switch lanes, nah I'm straight 
My b- she too gay we f- h- all d- day
After all that she straight she get in bed we both get laid 
Keep her in good shape she posted "W day with babe"
Risk my racks on a daily basis 
Oh you wanna know why? 'Cause you stuck in the matrix
Gold diggers been left on read
Never been the type to live in regret
N- f- 12, can't f- with feds
Money & mula only butter I spread
Give us this day our daily bread
Thank God everyday that I ain't dead 

[Hook (x2)]
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump (it jump, jump, jump)
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run (run, run, run)
Oh, these n- my sons?
Dead beat to 'em, I ain't got nun for em (ain't got nun for em)
Bad b- look like Ice Spice, she eatin' d-, she the real munch (real munch) 

Bad b- look like Ice Spice fine a-
Ya know what I mean 
She eating d- she the real munch 
D- right I'm cut for this s- 
Pay me in respect, not money b-

Ice Spice [Freestyle]

BUZZIN prod.(awakeagain)

CYBERGLYPHS - ENTİTY

Microbooty/NoticeM3

What I Do [p. sirzoid x 1kjuice]

REVELATION

Gangrène [MASTER - Akousmatt ]

11 tracks for my birthday. No fuss, just music.

SC: https://on.soundcloud.com/MPCsD3EoHgMK5JS38

BC: https://itstoi700.bandcamp.com

IG: https://www.instagram.com/toi700_

1. Errores

☆curated for artistic purposes ☆
following all who work with

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Smi1ez

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