been that boy

lyrics:

indo smoke
that shits no joke
i need to smoke this on the real
(x3)
need to smoke this on the real
need to smoke this on the real

dont open up that window homie
dont u know we smokin still
roll me up that indo shorty
u aint come thru just to chill
all up in the caddy 
swerving, smokin
like its coupe de ville
high up wit my gangstas
know them locos that was 
born to kill

we been like that 
same old motherfuckers
coolin wit the gat
fuck em other vatos out here
thinkin this is just an act

bitch
i been that boy 
i been like that
i been that dude
i been intact
i been that fool
i been in black
been wit that bitch
dont want her back
been wit the tool
aint ever lack
we spin yo block
n make a pack
pretend u active 
u get smacked
the twin dual glock
gon leave u flat
we aint cool
bitch watch yo back
i been that fool
ghoul with the mac
im wit the crew
just sippin act
ive got no clue
on how to act
act
ay ay ay

slumped back in the drivers seat
twist my fingers
rollin indo
fool u know that's how it be
indo lingo
out the window
u aint got a thing on me
soul of cinder
elemental
don't get caught up in the mingle
i need somethin simple 
like that
indo smoke
that shits no joke
i need to smoke this on the real

indo lingo [prod. who$teeno]

Written and recorded in 2 hours, Just some lyrical training, *PDA EP. VOL 2*

Lyrics

Hey how was your day
What did you just say
Hey how was your day
I cannot complain

Excuse me
What did you say
Keeping head above the water
Im still serving my lanes
But I can't complain
Memories floating away
I love the way you sway
my rain on sunny days
O wait
whenever it's gray
This life kinda sucks gotta find way
Maybe tommorow just not today
Waiting for the sunrise
Then I'll be okay
Hey how was your day
What did you just say
Hey how was your day
I cannot complain

Gonna go sailing going coast to coast
Watch me disappear call me a ghost
Where did I go
You don't even really know
I dissolve into the water look how lost I float

World getting hotter bitch I still wear a coat
Mind be swirling and be twerling
Only think music notes
Write my Lyrics press record before I loose all my hope
Realitys my biggest fear getting harder to cope

Stop and watch the clouds
Dreamin where I feel allowed
feelin lost but never found
I want to be with only sounds

going up to the sky
Really really high
One puff two
let it out with a sigh
Stop and watch the clouds
Dreamin where I feel allowed
feelin lost but never found
I want to be with only sounds

going up to the sky
Really really high
One puff two
Till I dont want to die

Hey how was your day
What did you just say
Hey how was your day
I cannot complain

Clouds [Prod. by Eric Godlow Beats]

This the mfkn mafia respect that shii, better run that shii Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Aye aye aye

Pull up with my crew a couple shootas on the loose we smoking pounds around this bitch and rolling backwoods on the woods “word word”
I can’t fuck witchu you’re just a playa running lip come fucking trying me if u dare I’m steady ready with da clip, yuh

Aye pull up gonna be a murder case if you fucking the gang, southside 214 mayne yuh
Homie run shii he don’t wanna elaborate he got shot on the dome mayne”rhaaa rhaaa”
Mask up on my face with a 9 on the hand 
As a hollow to the face mayne “wha wha”
Muertos is the gang couple riders down to ride
On the south where we don’t play 


Spark my fucking blunt it’s raining blood up in the ville,(for real) as my conscious looses focus This berreta leave u squeal “say whaa”
I can’t fuck with hoes,Don’t give em love just give em dick, (ok) if yo shawty tryna talk then why you checking up on me yuh aye

yuh aye 

South side with no repping side, we just my wearing black all the time On my mind be that murder sight pull up with a gat, hit the dash 
Called it loosen ties, you fucked up leave you dead on the boulevard, Flipping 0 dollaz into cash as I’m crusing by, aint my fault yo bitch likes to cruse around, smoking on yo dope as 
She moans my name out loud. 


Talk yo shii bitch if you really wanna fucking die pu-pull up with my killas and they ready just to kill on sight 3-30 rounds clips just case my aim aint fucking right, yeah I’ve counting dollars,smoking dope while swerving thru the lanes yuh

I don’t fuck witchu give a fuck I wanna do
Fuck around we get you loose 214 the southern crew, the next best thing gotta be that you’re so pressed fuck around with dollars that ain’t yours now you so scared crusing round the block just to see who might be up next 
Smoking muddy blunts and I think im going insane, no 50 gonna tell me what is up next
Roll another blunt smoke that shii right in front of em 
Yuh

ICrusing round the world with my homies fosho 
Got the ak mac 11s and the shotties fosho 
If you wanna meet the devil bitch I’m already gone
Sewermafia in this bitch I’m Feeling already slumped 
yuh
Bitch I’m fucking fiending on sum devilish shii 
Dont fucking try me if u dare I’ll leave you all in a pit
The southern killas taking over bitch give me all yo shii
If you comply with simple orders I just might let u live 
Yeah counting on yo dollaz bitch I’m already rich
Over the south it’s raining bullets gotta empty the clip 
The black bandanna on my face so noone turn into snitch
You got a problem mf solve it up with my clip
Yeuh 
Lyrics by. Dirtykilla

$ilentville- prod. korakazi

Composition, all analoge instruments (Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Rhodes Mk II Stage Piano) recording and editing by Adrian Schmidtke • Studio Dr. S.

Smaller Things

Lyrics and vocals done by Saint Omerta. Instrumental produced by Rich Loser.

MG-42 [prod. RICH LOSER]

PLANS Ft. Valentino [Prod. YZ]

PURPOSE [Prod. ZEROSAND1NES]

Produced by Dribble-D https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChH4LnQI4IjkySt2Pi9HKVQ

I got tired of mixing this, because I suck at mixing. I like the vibe I was getting at though, but I don't want to...
Im sorry about the s's someone teach me how to remove that bs. I'm tryna do all that on my own

I Don't Want To...

You liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne

Hope you like that Ukulele jam

Paradise shit idk

Need u [Prod. ThatKidGoran]

from da 214 ...

lyric$:


[boyro$ie:]

posted at the boulevard
fuck his lil bitch 
only cause homie frontin like he hard
the burner leave the pussy charred
before the trigger feel the tension n blow
i figure i need to mention
how far we willing to go
aye

and make these niggas understand that the mafia no joke
cant let these bitches stand 
the motherfuckin slugs that i tote
(x2)

aye
fuck these bitches tho
get out my fuckin bidness hoe
the mafia movin like rainbow
bury u 6 feet down below 
aye
see u driving slow like
fuck u think u doing bro?
u not fuckin wit no average joe
some metal slugs right to yo dome
aye

ayo dirty with the dread,
did u hear what he just said?
i think he talked i think he plead
yuh he be talkin to the feds

man im fed up
fill yo fucking brain with hella lead yuh
(hella lead yuh)
talkin shit, u talk the shit that surely
leave u dead yuh
(leave u dead huh)
dead

AfterSol

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