What she pouring down? 

Yeah she pour it in my soda

Pour it in my soda while i’m feeling cold

Pour it my soda yeah it’s getting old

Feelin cold in my soul

Yeah pass me the phone

Pass me the phone i’ll call up my brother

ohhhhhhh

Pass me the phone i feel like i’m losing

Feel like i’m losing

Where is my soul?

ohhhhhh

Yea gettin mad when i pour it in my soda

Getting real sick, yeah i feel it yea it’s colder

Bad bitch! She got bad blood w me!

Bad bitch she got bad blood w me!

Yea she got bad blood, bad blood!

Yea she got bad blood, bad blood!

She wanna bite on me, yeah she wanna bite

She wanna bite on me, yeah she a vampire

Hurry up and pour the chemicals yeah yeah

Hurry up and pour the chemicals yeah yeah

Yeah she got the chemicals all up in my system (x2)

ohhhhhh

Oh

Pour it in my soda that’s flavor

BAD BLOOD! (prod.kashpaint)

ukno [prod. @nyixlo]

Trust none pt.2#biblekore(alt version)(key6lade)

money dance xD 😂

Don’t wanna fuck Prod.sl4yer

wocky prod sonicreations

arp x cardigan - #hardheadedjersey (668 + brokeboitaylor)

probably my best song so far ngl (prod. me)
SOUNDCLOUD RUINED IT AGAIN 😭😭

LYRICS:
got the gang on my side
message, if he run then he better hide
thats a snitch told him to lie
over, over, over, over
bullets on his body 
walking zombie, chopped from guillotine 
i dont want this shit on me
niggas addicted to nicotine
i dont want that shit on me
bodies your responsibility
i cant let that shit on me

x marks the spot
flying to the southwest
addicted to playing on slots
why yall niggas always stressed
play first, leave it after
theres effort to the laughter  
x marks the spot
flying to the southwest
addicted to playing on slots
why yall niggas always stressed
play first, leave it after
theres effort to the laughter 

got the gang on my side
message, if he run then he better hide
thats a snitch told him to lie
over, over, over, over
bullets on his body 
walking zombie, chopped from guillotine 
i dont want this shit on me
niggas addicted to nicotine
i dont want that shit on me
bodies your responsibility
i cant let that shit on me

southwest

(Lyrics)

First Strike, tell the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, tell the bitch, don't test me
Three strikes, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

One Strike, told the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, told the bitch, don't test me
Third strike, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

One Strike, told the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, told the bitch, don't test me
Third strike, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

Yea, look back at it
Yea I'm talkin' 'bout the booty yea the crapmatic
She wanna shake a lil' booty but she bad at it
She wanna throw it all on me and I ain't mad at it

look back at it
Yea I'm talkin' 'bout the booty yea the crapmatic
She wanna shake a lil' booty but she bad at it
She wanna throw it all on me and I ain't mad at it

One Strike, told the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, told the bitch, don't test me
Third strike, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

One Strike, told the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, told the bitch, don't test me
Third strike, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

First strike, she gon' act up
Now I'm sayin' back up
Put it on my body, drop it off like it's a Mack truck
She been hanging with them packers
He an internet warrior
Third strike, you're done and I guess I just got bored of ya'

Why you laugh like that, bitch you sound like Geko Moria
I just kicked you out, why the fuck would I want more of ya'
What the fuck would make you think it'd change if I had four of ya'
bitch you talkin' down so I wiped you with the floor yuh

First Strike, tell the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, tell the bitch, don't test me
Three strikes, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

First Strike, tell the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, tell the bitch, don't test me
Three strikes, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

First Strike, tell the waiter, uh, check please
Two strikes, tell the bitch, don't test me
Three strikes, then I'm outta there
Tell the bitch, get outta here
Then I start steppin' to the flexing

Trust none pt.2#biblekore(alt version)(key6lade)

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