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broken - 16*29

complicated

i jus bought a new 🧹 pointed up atchu
if he keep on talking ima hit him wit m2 🔫
i jus got a new 👜 boy ts brand-new
he know i can fight boy ik that kong-fu 🥋
ion fck wit no bitch unless they come in ✌️
boy you not my og i go by voodoo 🧙
*damn i miss 2020* *ep soon maybe?*

zilo - ✌️

red colored dyes.mp3 

@777forevermore
@orbvt
@kne4es 

 intro: 0:00 

1.ᵒᵃᵗʰˡᵉˢˢ (prod.orbit + juneforever) 0:34 
Lyrics : 

I swear you never heard,
You never felt me. .

I'm sliding in that coup. 
The fuck is wrong with you? 

You must be tripping,
Cause you fucking up my mood. 
My opps be dissin, 
They hate on a lil dude. 
Can't fuck with bitches, 
Hoes be tripped out too.  
Caught lil bro dissin, 
 Had to clap him too. 

I'm on a mission, 
My pockets blessed up too.
I thumb them benji's
Till my thumbs hurt fool. 
These niggas tripping, 
Till that drums on you. 

Ain't shit I'm missing, 
I got that beam on you, 
Pills got me tripping. 
But I feind for you, 
I'm cold-hearted, 
But I'm warm to you. 
Niggas acting retarded, 
Till I put that fye on you. 

2. ʳᵉᵈ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳᵉᵈ ᵈʸᵉˢ (prod.orbit) : 3:17 

Lyrics : 

I've been gone for awhile. .
And them bullets leave him tied. 
(Yeah) them bullets leave em dyed. (yeah) 

I seen the white in lil bro eyes. 
AR-P gonna traumatize ya. 

Diamonds on my rings and my belt buckle.
Truey on my jeans,
Niggas wanna fucking tussle. 
All this shit is green, 
until I burst your fucking bubble.

All I see is red on red.  

3. ʷᵃˡˡᵖᵃᵖᵉʳ (prod.orbit + juneforever) : 5:05
[how, I feel? 5x] 

How I feel? 
Walls surround me still, 
I'm severing my mind, 
And cannot heal, 
I'm tryna connect lines, 
That don't appear, 
My bitch she snort them lines, 
These hoes have no fear, 
m̸̰̐͘u̵̼͍͊ŕ̴͖̐̚d̴̙̎̀͛̏e̸̘͆̊ṟ̶͕̝̔̀̄͝ ̸͕̖̘̦̻͗̒̑ő̵̯̙̫̳͆́̀n̵̡̦̘̈́ ̶̺̩̌̋͋m̶͖͝ẏ̶̛͉̞̫ ̶̥́̎̿̿m̷̺͎̿͌̈́͛̈́ị̴͋̓̕n̶̡̲̉̆̚d̴̜̞͌̏

Well this ain't worth it. 
Well this ain't working, 
Buy her baby birkin. 
Clips scope we fucking work em, 

This life's so fucking worthless
No help, 
Just fucking burdens, 
No hope,
Just fucking hurting, 

Like How I feel? 
My soul can't be healed, 
Slide in with that pole, 
And leave him still, 
Jeans held up with chrome, 
It glistens still, 
Pull up with that pole, 
And see who kills. 
Clips that bitch on go, 
Like insta reels,
This humble shit get old, 
To keep it real. 
[Like I cannot feel] 

4. ᴰᵒᵒʳˢ (prod.orbit) : 7:22

Light beam shoot em, 
Bullets rip em,
He didn't even know.

Bih got flawless precision.
Bullets rippin right through his soul
I see no fucking issue.
Anyone talk down get Haloed. 
This is a fucking mission,
spin lil bro then air out his home.

[many doors surround me, many doors surround me,] 
[had to dip from my county,] 
[white wolves want my bounty,]

5. Gₒ𝒹 Fₒᵣ𝓰ᵢᵥₑ ₘᵧ ₛₒₗ𝒹ᵢₑᵣₛ 2 (prod.irsu) 

Yeah my shooter he gon shoot,
My niggas halos, 
They my troupe,
My opps gon lay low when I shoot,
I'm thumbing crowns in that lil booth,

A nigga in praying mood: 

God forgive my, 
soldiers  (amen)
AR-P yo matta,
Shake yo dreads like rockstar,
Feel my pain like lava,

Know you feel light,
Know you feel light,
Know you feel light,
I know you feel light,

ʳᵉᵈ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳᵉᵈ ᵈʸᵉˢ .mp3

intro lyrics:
youn got real real shooters them is grazehitters
youn got real shooters them is gra-
youn got real shooters them is graz-graz-hi-
have me run up on ah oldhead make his grays shiver
you a bitch on the net his hit his fuck ass with dis tec 
you a bitch on the net hit his fuck ass wit dih-


main
i-go i -got poles nigga yeah i got poles
got ah big fat blick aim that bitch right at ya nose nigga
at the trap and i'm hanging with them gravediggas
hang his bitch ass off a tree cause he a fucking ni- uckin - ni
got ya bitch up on my because my dick is bigger
i put ts right in her mouth i'm fucking up her liver
youn got real real shooters them is grazehitters
youn got real shooters them is gra-
youn got real shooters them is graz-graz-hi-
have me run up on ah oldhead make his grays shiver
you a bitch on the net his hit his fuck ass with dis tec
you a bitch on the net hit his fuck ass wit dih-
y-you a bitch on the net hit his fuck ass t-tec
i left dis lil bitch crib i got a hickey on my neck
yeah run up with ya shooter nigga
take his bitch ass offline like a booter nigga

(intermission)

hangin out the window with that mf cho-
hangin out the- hangin out the window with that mf chop
he was tryna make a song we hit his ass before he d-d-d-d-rop
always on go cause i'm lookin 4 the opps
tryna make a couple bands i'm finna sell a couple rocks
alw-always making music ion care if my shi flop
big ass shotgun takin off a nigga locs



i don't want you shawty i just wanna fuck ya friend
yelling out to my brodie free my nigga out the pen
hit that nigga car his ass ain't spinnin her again
brodie caught a head tap and he we caught his fucking friend (didn't mean to say friend twice)
don't know what to say so this the mf end
(ngl i gave up)


Slowed
youn got real real shooters them is grazehitters
youn got real shooters them is gra-
youn got real shooters them is graz-graz-hi-
have me run up on ah oldhead make his grays shiver
you a bitch on the net his hit his fuck ass with dis tec 
you a bitch on the net hit his fuck ass wit dih-
i left dis lil bitch crib i got a hickey on my neck


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