prod. zavokbeats me n endri

ty @endrisdeath so much for transforming this song into what it is

Lyrics:

[Pingmas]

I'll give you anything
For some lovin'
Please don't hate me
I'll be of use

But girl, I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
Girl, I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you  (Oh, Woah)

Tell me you gon' break my heart
D-D-Deception's what you are
Don't play me, I'll take it hard
A-A-Affection's all I want
I-I gave you like all I've got
I'll cough up both my lungs
But baby, I won't make it far
If you take all my blood

I need to take it slow
I-I-I wanna make it home
I-I want you to be my own
But she want me dead, like hol' on
I always take so long
I-I-I don't wanna be alone
I-I bet you don't even love no more
I get it, but I need you on the low

[Endri]

I need you, I need you, I need you, on the low
And I hate the way you make me feel when I am on my own
Yes I'm trying to stay with you bae, I'm trying to be juxtaposed
And I know you'll kill me slowly, so you might just take my soul
Whatever I said I meant it, baby don't cause no damage
Gave you everything I managed, and yet I still regret it
I don't think I'm ready, you did me bad
Girl you know already, I got attached

[Pingmas & Endri]

I need you (I need you), I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you), I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you), I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you), I need you (I need you)
Girl, I need you (I need you), I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you), I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you), I need you (I need you)
I need you ( I need you - Oh, Woah)

iny ft. endri

Lyrics:

We 4L, no
I promised I would give you my life
Put honesty and trust on the line
Left me and all my work to decide
Get me right, no

Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, woah
Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, I-I-I

Said I wouldn't let you go
Gave you like all my clothes
Baby, I'm runnin' home
She askin' questions I'm like
Bae, why do you wanna know
You got-got-got all my trust
Some tainted flesh, pouring blood
My love ain't fresh, it's just begun

To cloud my molded lungs
It's clearin' all my interests
Thank god I'm not convinced yet
I need some mental space so I can breathe
I lied, I'm wantin' more of you

Get me right, no
Get me right, woah
Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, I-I-I

Tell you somethin'
Need your love
More than love
More than friends
Give it all
It all, It all
It all, to do it all again
Precious words
Morals bent
Tell me why'd we make amends
It's in your eyes
I understand

We 4L, no
I promised I would give you my life
Put honesty and trust on the line
Left me and all my work to decide
Get me right

Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, woah
Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, no
Get me right, I-I-I

Get me Right

Get Me Right

K.P.M. (prod. Fony Wallace)

trust no hoe!

whydontyoucomeround?

Cant Let U Leave

w/ @soraxleblanc
prod. pxiqzes

lyrics - https://genius.com/Soraxleblanc-yagami-lyrics

YAGAMI

STREAM

track 8 off of the new w4ddles album

produced by w4ddles and pxiqzes
mixed + mastered by soraxleblanc

LYRICS
Money counting in my pockets, i might rack it up
They keep saying
“Sora quit the singing, you dont rap enough”
This .223 gon roll em in a spliff, i might go pack him up
Shawty on my body, do too much
She got me actin up
Like why would I talk dollars with you clowns if shit aint adding up
Nigga think he better than ya boy, I gotta laugh it up
Ran off with his bitch, i know that bum nigga is mad as fuck
Now this .45 got a switch, i might just turn around and clap him up

Show a nigga what the tech do
Got his bitch hitting my phone
Tryna show me what the neck do
Rookie, feeling like a vet
When I come around you better be respectful
Shawty bad, double D’s
Chilling on my block, show me what her chest do
She doin sum wit her chest
AR-15 hit him through his vest
Yea i said it once, I’m saying it again
Sora still a rookie moving like a vet
Origami, fold him, leave a nigga bent
See I’m doing better, now a nigga pressed
In ya head rent free, Professor X
Clicking on ya circle like Im pressing X
Now i got my ex pressed
She want beef she getting it express
Yea she mad I been fucking her best friend
Now she ad that I think of her less than
Couple tools on me, feel like I’m tenten
Why do I hear all this talk?
Got a gun, you gon up it or not?
Wrist heavy, i got me some rocks
All of that yap, nigga, up you a chop
You aint got money then why would I - 


Money counting in my pockets, i might rack it up
They keep saying
“Sora quit the singing, you dont rap enough”
This .223 gon roll em in a spliff, i might go pack him up
Shawty on my body, do too much
She got me actin up
Like why would I talk dollars with you clowns if shit aint adding up
Nigga think he better than ya boy, I gotta laugh it up
Ran off with his bitch, i know that bum nigga is mad as fuck
Now this .45 got a switch, i might just turn around and clap him up

its not my fault that you buns

soraxleblanc