Damn tbis hard hop ona ivvy ripsquad type beat

the nostalgia just hit me so fucking hard in the stomach i threw up. wow man. wow

Rely On Me (feat. traxee)

My Life Had Become Unmanagable

broken rose (saint mike)

sup wyd wya?

sup wyd wya? (w/ doin' fine)

REAL LIFE EP: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/noharm1/real-life
prod, mix, and master by me
links: https://linktr.ee/noharm

lyrics:
my girl took the red line
old man with a cam caught him darting eyes
bro tried to sneak a pic got him caught live
in the action planning blasting all the white lines
getting texts on my phone boutta fucking blow
knife in my pocket woulda left him broke
i woulda slammed him on the ground and broke his fucking head
i wish i was on that train cuz i woulda loudly said

what the fuck u doin bro
u can tap 4 times all the naked hoes u need bro
woulda grabbed all on his fucking clothes
bash his head quick death all just for a photo
bro

how dare you
it’s only no harm for people that ain’t weird fool
and im tired of you pussy mother fuckers
all you dumbass dudes that get away with whatever
on god
catch a case of karma
catch a kys and take it up with god
i woulda slammed him on the ground and broke his fucking head
i wish i was on that train cuz he woulda been dead like

what the fuck u doin bro
u can tap 4 times all the naked hoes u need bro
woulda grabbed all on his fucking clothes
bash his head quick death all just for a photo
bro

double dash

double dash! (w/ dirtyymoncler) [prod. foxparkk + sainty]

when will u learn

june 26 2022

old demo, unmixed
prod. prxybb

another 1 w/ EAMOB & GULLIVR [demo]

Lyrics:

You know what sounds good? A Burger King sandwich. Whopper, nah, make it a triple whopper.

Welcome to BK, may I take ya order? On my mind is replay of when they make the recorder. Of this tune, feel strewn with the good taste. I love this noon food that soon will be ate with haste. The mood is good, on my plate is a Whopper. I’m the copper of the prize, BK shopper kinda eyes. Blue hue, blonde hair, I was spawned where. I got one 10 minutes from me, the glee been in it’s tummy. He 5 foot 11, he live up in heaven. When he eat, beat that meat, wait, hold up. I bold up the statements, make my whopper triple. Never fold up with greatness, though the butt chopper ripple. The next day, I guess maybe the poop’ll hurt. But hate spents on the John worth the fate this is on. A text, hey that’s not getting it through to you. Stress, me, get cured by BK insured. Quadruple cart after cart of BK supply. Try to make my own freshly grown French Fry. I mesh the blown up recipe with my testy me. But to clench my interest, ya gotta spin breast. In my face, I love boobs, with grace on ‘Tubes. Still, what mo’ ill, is BK wit’ no chill. Fucking up that lettuce, tomato and potato. Who eat the most I boast go bet us, me and my ego bravado.

Hello? Yeah, this is A Hype. Yo, I’m hungry. Get me some food, dude. C’mon now, I’m starving. I want some boobs in my face too, as I mentioned, I love boobs with grace on ‘Tubes. Am I gay or not? Fuck it, show me your pubes. Stank ass bitch.

Rely On Me (feat. traxee)

SPICE&PUPPY

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