This is the worst song in the Sumeko discography btw

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ISEEALOT *spiffy

Count my money (prod asighlem X Xavrr.flp)

i was all in baby you went far left
heart gone, shit is empty like a card deck
sippin lemonade, but i got that wock breath
gotta secret stash hidden, in the arm rests

i wasn’t even sippin sprite before the hi tech 
whole gang got rockets like space x 
tryna hit the hoe down where the latex?
purple syrup, pour it all out, and have some great sex 

double cup gettin heavy can you take that?
had to break a P down, can u weigh that?
she was bussin, took em out, see ya shake that
type of shit that make me max out a paycheck 

don’t leave yet, what, southwest jets?
book em all, so you can’t get a seat back
hadda kick em out the spot like a reject
smokin too much, pops need a hazmat 

pop one, wait a minute, imma relapse, 
say i love her then she fall right on her kneecaps, 
give a fuck a boutta old bitch, speed past her
in the mall grabbin shit like i need that
if i met her in the club, she the team brat
dirty money, hadda wipe it off with cleenex

i don’t wanna hear a story or a recap 
neck froze, take it off jus like a ski mask 
fell in love, tryn-not to repeat that 
say she down, but i know it’s all for the green backs

she said “what are we,” i told her “relax”
drifttin off, no, u wasn’t suposed to see that
get the bag, run off like ceeday, 
get the bag, run off like ceeday
moonroof open, im just tryna let a lil breeze in
say that she want me bad, okay well baby we'll see then
she know she so so bad, i love my lil baby conceited
say fuck it, and throw a few bands, we takin a trip for the weeknd

weakened, she took my soul, right when she left, spend a bag on defense, yea
between me and my brother, we got more poles then the whole damn presinct
money inna pile, inna keepsafe, 
rich, i need me an accountant with a breif case
say she want a richard millie got good taste

Whole gang gon slide like a ski race
im tryna know it all like a freemason
off pills calm me when im axnious
i cant bring no hoes back to the crib theyll leak the location
(i cant bring no hoes back to the crib theyll leak the location)
i cant bring no hoes back to the crib theyll leak the location


i was all in baby you went far left
heart gone, shit is empty like a card deck
sippin lemonade, but i got that wock breath
gotta secret stash hidden, in the arm rests

i wasn’t even sippin sprite before the hi tech 
whole gang got rockets like space x 
tryna hit the hoe down where the latex?
purple syrup, pour it all out, and have some great sex 

double cup gettin heavy can you take that?
had to break a P down, can u...

space x

Two Face (prod. tylo)

Original work by “oke!” 
I own full rights to this recording.”

lyrics

I can’t steal no flow, you askin’ who am I? You knew that
Only hit your phone like when it’s late ‘cause, bh, you blew that
When I touchdown, bh, I’m safe—no, they is not gon’ touch me
You can hate but you can’t get back, yeah, this beat is thumpin’

Touched a couple hunnids, tryna touch some racks
Run your mouth, then run it, I’ma blow you back down
Just like your stats down, just caught a hat—blaow, hmm

⸻
Green, all I see is green, I love the money
Me? Yeah, I’m reppin’ B’s, I’ll knock his head off—bleed
If I do not like you, this a stand-off
Get to clutchin’ pole ‘cause I’ma knock your f***in’ head off, hmm, blaow, hmm

⸻

These n****s copy, they be pastin’
Why you in my business, ho?
You askin’ who I hang with—
When I talk about money, ho, no, you don’t speak my language

Always in my head, in my head, I see these demons, I can’t face ‘em
Caught ‘em runnin’ off, I turnt to speedy, I’ma chase ‘em
OD geeked up, yeah, I got a headache, I can’t get it off
If we got a problem, we got issues, I ain’t sad at all

⸻
Yeah, they tried to doubt me—mm
Can’t do this s*** without me—mm

⸻
Touched a couple hunnids, tryna touch some racks
Run your mouth, then run it, I’ma blow you back down
Just like your stats down, just caught a hat—blaow, hmm

Green, all I see is green, I love the money
Me? Yeah, I’m reppin’ B’s, I’ll knock his head off—bleed

blaow

Faces

paint (p. ssjlamar )

Devil Grinning (ovidioo)

Stay For The Winter Ft Ausar

Stay For The Winter Ft AUSAR

IG: https://www.instagram.com/dshynemusic/
YouTube: https://m.youtube.com/@FuckDshyne

Lyrics:

(Yes)
(Bless)
(Yes)
(Damn)

[Hook]
Off these drugs, I get no rest
Too fucked up my life a mess
Hit this hoe for breakfast
Man I swear I love that breakfast sex
What’s your wants and needs, bitch I’m not Drake
But I know I want your breasts
Bitch get on her knees and look at me, like damn I know I’m blessed 

[Verse 1]
This ain’t school, don’t need no test
Hoe just call don’t need no text
On my Drake shit man, I love this hoe I treat her like my best
Best I ever had, when she get mad I cheat, I love her less
Bitch I got bag and did her bad, now she call me a pest
Baby I love fashion 
I can’t do no actin
Cup filled up with passion
Shawty love that bad shit, oh yuh
She wanna live this life, oh yuh
I need that pape alright, oh yuh
Know ima do her wrong, oh no
Play like ima do her right, oh yuh
Poppin them bottles and shit at the bar
I used to chill with my young brudda Mar
Feel like I’m 50 I’m all up in the club, smokin that gas now I’m all up on Mars
Like this my hoe, this my ball
Like you get it all

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m packin that action
My life a park it’s Jurassic 
I’m lovin her for that fashion
She lovin me for that cabbage
And I’m like baby that’s madness, no March
Shawty ain’t playin her part
Shawty ain’t playin her role
This ain’t no game, ain’t no start-in
I was gone I’m back-in
In my bag, my birk-in
Why these niggas ask for favors when they pockets hurt-in
Man that’s silly, I’ma call up my luh brudda Dizzy
Got some hoes in the crib, they pick-me’s
Too fly like an eagle in Philly, yuh

[Hook 2x]

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