Fanta

slimekry -  Jeff Hardy

2gether

independent [xon!]

prod. Merc
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Lyrics:

Chorus:
Hop in a whip and I crash out
Everyone bite my swag now
Now they asking for handouts
Ex hoe just turned to a fan now

Pussy boy wanna get zapped hit em up like Zues
Lil bitch I send my bots feel like doctor doom
Cut that bitch up like a doctor ain’t no Dr. Seuss
Pussy boy wanted smoke so I send my troops

Verse 1 [Lunarr]:
Lil bitch I’m with my clique and we booted up
Pussy ass bitch we shoot em up like
Pussy ass bitch said he gon do what?

I’m getting racks to the face
So she wanna fuck now pussy like fluid yeah
Bitch I be getting these bags
Getting these M’s bitch I get to it yeah

I’m getting bands bitch you are not
I’m in a Benz u in a mirage
I’m on the top u on the bottom
He talkin bout us my brothers gon flock

I’m throwing racks on my bitch Booty
Chop your ass up just like sum sushi
Chop your ass up feel like young nudy
Fuck on a bitch but can’t give her no smoochie

Verse 2 [333theo]:
I ain’t doing no smoochies
Shit is a tongue twister when that tool kick
Up in the airbnb bitch im zooted
And if you wan’ fight, why you talking, lets do it

Cus’ i got killers by my side they gon’ shoot it
Im up in the clouds smoking on that blue cheese
I ain’t feel like myself when im off of the bean and im toting a toolie

We up in the srt now we zooming
Whole gang got guns on us when we cruising
We just going up, baby ain't no losing
I put on the hermes and mix it with louis

Cus’ i got a flight that shit finna arrive in milan
I need me a bad bitch when i land
Got so many fits i dont post on the gram
Do this shit by myself dont need no hands

Chorus:
Hop in a whip and I crash out
Everyone bite my swag now
Now they asking for handouts
Ex hoe just turned to a fan now

Pussy boy wanna get zapped hit em up like Zues
Lil bitch I send my bots feel like doctor doom
Cut that bitch up like a doctor ain’t no Dr. Seuss
Pussy boy wanted smoke so I send my troops

crash out (feat. 333theo)

true.
@4thysoul

lyrics

I’m about to fuck that ho, bitch
I’m about to slut that ho out
And bitch, i’m getting to it
(yeah, wah)
I’m about to hold her hand, yeah
Get to the money, the yams
Oh, baby, what’s the plan?
Finna pour up (yeah)
That bitch go crazy
I fuck that ho on the daily
Ain’t with the talking, fuck you, pay me
I swear, i make her (yeah)
Boy, get your bands up (hey)
She want my pickle, yeah
But I cannot let her

Yeah, and I cannot stand for that shit (huh)
I’m on it right now 
I pull up, and I tear that bitch down
Talking shit, and we blowing you down
Volta made this shit, he went so crazy
Fuck that shit, bitch, have my baby
I swear to god, she ain’t talking about shit
Imm too inclined for you to date me (Huh)
And bitch, I get on that shit quick
Niggas be crazy, they think they can see me
Ha, I manipulate that bitch
I swear to god, she’ll never leave me 
Don’t pull up to me talking about politics
Stop that foolery, bitch, you ain’t robbing shit (yeah)
And i’m about to fuck a melodic bitch
You got out of that bitch, and I hopped in it
My niggas about to spray, and we popping shit
Niggas already know that we dropping shit
I’m way too deep in this shit to call it quits (ha)
Stupid games, and you suffer the consequence
Yeah, my life can’t get better
Yeah, bond too deep to sever 
Love that bitch, I send her letters
Asked to fuck, and bet she let me

I’m about to fuck that ho, bitch
I’m about to slut that ho out
And bitch, i’m getting to it
(yeah, wah)
I’m about to hold her hand, yeah
Get to the money, the yams
Oh, baby, what’s the plan?
Finna pour up (yeah)
That bitch go crazy
I fuck that ho on the daily
Ain’t with the talking, fuck you, pay me
I swear, i make her (yeah)
Boy, get your bands up (hey)
She want my pickle, yeah
But I cannot let

zenin p. volta *all plats*

written & mixed by me and xlovel
@4thysoul

i love the way you lie
always go out of your way to waste my fucking time
do you love me like you say?
make up your fucking mind
put so many drugs to waste, they help me lose my mind
i can’t go outside today, you took my life away
im not something for you to kiss on and throw away
you cant realize when you did wrong, nothing to say
i cant help to see where it went wrong
and thats okay

bitch, tell me the reason
tell me you “resent me”
you talk about leaving like it’s so easy
glock spray on a nigga, it got no fucking conscience
say i’m “wrong”, how do you figure?
lil’ bitch, i know you lying
you can’t take responsibility to save your life
she gon’ try to find any means to start a fight
bitch, i’m better off without it
you cannot deny that
this glock gon’ send him back
in the H, like “where you at?”
tell me that you “love me”, tell me “it’s okay”
what do you want from me?
can you go away?
i wish i could love you, i wish we could work
bitch, you just not for me, and i know it hurt
you just want my shit, huh?
you never change, and you so quick to blame me
what a shame (huh)
take that nigga down, bitch
can you move around, hoe?
hoes be fiending for dick, i can’t take it anymore

i love the way you lie
always go out of your way to waste my fucking time
do you love me like you say?
make up your fucking mind
put so many drugs to waste, they help me lose my mind
i can’t go outside today, you took my life away
im not something for you to kiss on and throw away
you cant realize when you did wrong, nothing to say
i cant help to see where it went wrong
and thats okay

love the way you lie w/xlovel p. don

promise to myself w nicky

tell me how you feel.
@4thysoul

i can’t take no loss, because i’m that nigga
huh, lose the attitude, and i’ll get right with you
i pull up inside a wife beater
i’m a artist, baby, not a mind reader
what the fuck made you think i’ma take it all, bae?
keeping up with you as best as i can

huh, tell me whats the deal, uh
you cannot just keep me in my feels, oh yeah
baby, tell me how you feel
don’t tell me fake, just tell me real
i’ma keep it real, nigga, real spill
we ain’t wasting time, nigga, leave me here
i dont give a fuck about that motherfucking shit
that nigga pulling up on me, get blast with a blick
all these lame niggas, they can suck on my dick
cupid tried to shoot me, like
bitch, jump in the air
back it up, nigga, do not touch, nigga
hitting up niggas, i’m getting bucks, nigga
niggas really hating, i could never fuck with you
running me around, what in the fuck made you figure that?

huh, i just be working so hard, i dont get no sleep
you like to talk all that, ah
like, baby, what the fuck you mean?
slide cancel a nigga like i’m playing COD
he shot and he missed, yeah, that nigga a bot
that nigga is talking, we send him to god
i could do way better, but i wont go hard
too stuck inside my mind
fuck that shit, i’d rather go blind
i’m taking the hits and i’m seeing the signs
don’t got time for this, pick a side 
you don’t gotta worry-
y-you don’t gotta worry-
ah-, ah-, baby, that’s it
and i could’ve told you that shit
pull up on that nigga, we slide with a stick (ah, huh)

(yeah, tell me what you want)
(tell me what you want)

i can’t take no loss, because i’m that nigga
huh, lose the attitude, and i’ll get right with you
i pull up inside a wife beater
i’m a artist, baby, not a mind reader
what the fuck made you think i’ma take it all, bae?
keeping up with you as best as i can

huh, tell me whats the deal, uh
you cannot just keep me in my feels, oh yeah
baby, tell me how you feel
don’t tell me fake, just tell me real
i’ma keep it real, nigga, real spill
we ain’t wasting time, nigga, leave me here
i dont give a fuck about that motherfucking shit
that nigga pulling up on me, get blast with a blick
all these lame niggas, they can suck on my dick
cupid tried to shoot me, like
bitch, jump in the air
back it up, nigga, do not touch, nigga
hitting up niggas, i’m getting bucks, nigga
niggas really hating, i could never fuck with you
running me around, what in the fuck made you figure that?


huh, tell me whats the deal, uh
you cannot just keep me in my feels, oh yeah
baby, tell me how you feel
don’t tell me fake, just tell me real
i’ma keep it real, nigga, real spill
we ain’t wasting time, nigga, leave me here

(yeah, tell me what you want)
(tell me what you want)

real spill p. familiar ix

4ever (glbkns)

mine forever.
@4thysoul

prod. kkoreaxo 

you need to give it up
had about enough
it’s not hard to see the boy is mine
mine, mine

(woah, woah, yah)
(hm, woah, woah-oh, woah)
mine, mine, mine

i told that bitch that she mine forever, yah
nigga try to take some shit from me 
i swear, i’m blasting every-yah
huh, that bitch wan’ get her a taste
she suck on my dick then i nut on her face
i got me some glocks and they shoot at your face
i’ll air this shit out, drop the fuck down and pray
i ain’t saving no hoe, i ain’t saving nobody
lil’ nigga, i dont got a care
that nigga get touched, he can get fucked up
lil’ nigga gon’ get sprayed 
yeah, i don’ been gone for a minute
i’m back in this shit, now we get back to business
we shoot at that boy, i’ma blast at his fitted
my glock finna smoke him like cigs to his kidneys

hey, huh, bitch
there ain’t nothing to talk about
dont say shit, nigga, better walk it out
come try me lil’ nigga, you can get knocked down
i’m looking down on these niggas like midgets
spin on his block, spin a nigga like fidget
i bend that bitch over, then nut on her tiddies
like, how many racks do i got?
‘bout like fifty
that bitch suck me up like a succubus
you don’t get no racks and you crusty, bitch
that nigga so mad cause i fucked his bitch
he pulling up? nigga gon’ bite a switch
my glock gonna spray, nothing you can do to change it
i’m a fly lil’ nigga, ain’t nothing you can do to blame me 

i told that bitch that she mine forever, yah
nigga try to take some shit from me 
i swear, i’m blasting every-yah
huh, that bitch wan’ get her a taste
she suck on my dick then i nut on her face
i got me some glocks and they shoot at your face
i’ll air this shit out, drop the fuck down and pray
i ain’t saving no hoe, i ain’t saving nobody
lil’ nigga, i dont got a care
that nigga get touched, he can get fucked up
lil’ nigga gon’ get sprayed 
yeah, i don’ been gone for a minute
i’m back in this shit, now we get back to business
we shoot at that boy, i’ma blast at his fitted
my glock finna smoke him like cigs to his kidneys

you need to give it up
had about enough
it’s not hard to see the boy is mine
mine, mine

real spill p. familiar ix

soulraine

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