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Stream/Download: 
SoundCloud: https://www.soundcloud.com/lsonne/defwm
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/dont-even-fwm-single/1797116986
YouTube: https://youtu.be/yrb9CvqXqnA
Pandora: https://pandora.app.link/MEKoDX497Qb
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/00oOn0CuiL3BnClWgU4b1r?si=xUUOUpSHSwiHKvnFwVToyw
TIDAL: https://tidal.com/browse/track/418745043?u
Bandcamp: https://lsonne.bandcamp.com/track/dont-even-fwm

Lyrics:
English
Don't even fuck wit me now

(Don't even fuck wit me right now)

Don't even fuck wit me right now
Don't need no company right now
Don't say wussup to me right now
Don't keep in touch

I don't need no love from you
And I don't need no hug from you
When them tables turn on you
Yeah that shit gon hurt

No questions asked,
I was there when you needed me huh
Said I'm movin' too fast,
You the one who said speed this shit up
If we can't run it back,
Neither of us take it serious
Listen to your heart,
Are you you really fuckin' serious

Nah

Don't even fuck wit me right now
Don't need no company right now
Don't say wussup to me right now
Don't keep in touch

I don't need no love from you
And I don't need no hug from you
When them tables turn on you
Yeah that shit gon hurt

So excuse me for the days
I wasn't emotionally engaged right,
But I don't wanna have a conversation
About some old shit witchu,
I'm losin' my patience
I swear I fuckin' hate whatchu did

Don't even fuck wit me right now
Don't need no company right now
Don't say wussup to me right now
Don't keep in touch

I don't need no love from you
And I don't need no hug from you
When them tables turn on you
Yeah that shit gon hurt

I still can't believe this shit you did
(Tell me why)
You had preferences you picked ya friend
(Ok alright)
You have my emotions in your hands
(You have my life)
Took my energy from you, put it in my pen
(Gimme my shit back)
(Gimme my shit back)

Don't even fuck wit me right now
Don't need no company right now
Don't say wussup to me right now
Don't keep in touch

I don't need no love from you
And I don't need no hug from you
When them tables turn on you
Yeah that shit gon hurt

No questions asked,
I was there when you needed me huh
Said I'm movin' too fast,
You the one who said speed this shit up
If we can't run it back,
Neither of us take it serious
Listen to your heart,
Are you you really fuckin' serious

Nah

Don't even fuck wit me right now
Don't need no company right now
Don't say wussup to me right now
Don't keep in touch

I don't need no love from you
And I don't need no hug from you
When them tables turn on you
Yeah that shit gon hurt

So excuse me for the days
I wasn't emotionally engaged right,
But I don't wanna have a conversation
About some old shit witchu,
I'm losin' my patience
I swear I fuckin' hate whatchu did

Don't even fuck wit me right now
Don't need no company right now
Don't say wussup to me right now
Don't keep in touch

I don't need no love from you
And I don't need no hug from you
When them tables turn on you
Yeah that shit gon hurt

I still can't believe this shit you did
(Tell me why)
You had preferences you picked ya friend
(Ok alright)
You have my emotions in your hands
(You have my life)
Took my energy from you put it in my pen
(Gimme my shit back)
(Gimme my shit back)

Don't even fuck wit me right now
Don't need no company right now
Don't say wussup to me right now
Don't keep in touch

I don't need no love from you
And I don't need no hug from you
When them tables turn on you
Yeah that shit gon hurt

Don't even fwm

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Haha)

[Chorus]
I'm guaped up
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if a nigga wonder, I shot him
It's up in a zip, like, goddamn, goddamn
Like culos, baby, we can go to Mars, like Bruno
Strong-ass AR like judo
Two phones, two phones, I got two phones
But, baby, don't touch my jewels though
That Number (N)ine, I'm so cool
Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those, yeah
E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah (We gon' shoot 'em)
Yeah, we gon' shoot 'em but who knows?

[Verse]
She want a Moncler Polo
It feel like I been doin' this shit though
I won't force it, baby, I'm so up (Yeah, baby, I'm so up)
New white diamonds in the store, oh
And we duckin' feds now, and these pussy niggas try my life, they keep they head down
And all these smoochie hoes, they hit the bop, they hit the head bounce, I'm in UK with the roadmen
Beatin' up the backbone, yeah, you're such an asshole
Yeah, these big guns, man, this shit is not an act though
In the trap house, call it bando (Call it bando)
If she only hatin', eatin' dick, she got a man though, I don't give a fuck, just put your hands up
I'm the man who stands up, jump in the box, yeah, I got different plans, oh
He want smoke, we gon' give his ass cancer
I be with the apes, boy, you the Black Panther
Everybody want a damn tape, but I never, ever answer
Sippin' sexy red, Sexyy Red got me dancin'
Bitches in my bed, in my bed, take they pants off
Never get the case, 'cause the case bullets, catch those
Tie his family up and hold them pussy niggas ransom
Yeah, with the apes, with the apes, we bananas
She gon' put it on the cam, on the cam like Benzino
Murder shit, gang callin' me three coin (Three coins)
It's just me and you, and Casamigo (Yeah)
Got my swag on, nigga shoulda called me Lee, ho (Yeah, yeah)
All these trash-ass prod's sendin' beats, you keep those (Please, ho)
I don't need your beats, 'cause I could beat those (Yeah, yeah)
On some ape shit, like we hanging off a tree, ho (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch done ate shit, 'cause he talkin' down on me, ho (Yeah, yeah)
I'm with Nate, bitch, I'ma official like I'm three O's (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah, she eat dick, new designer, ASICS
Bring her to the basics, I like cars and fast money
Baby girl, I'ma catch it if you throw that ass on me
Keep rushin' that cash, 'cause it's the one time and the only (One time and the only)
I don't feel like Tecca, and niggas know I got it on me
One hundred and one sticks on me, like I'm Zoey
One hundred and one bitches on me, and they blowing
One hundred and one hits on me, and they know it (Woo)
One hundred and one bullets on me, I might blow it (Okay)
One hundred and one for this fit, I might show it (Ah-ah-ah)
One hundred and one dirty clips, I might show it (Yeah)
One hundred and one of these demons that sit up on my shoulder
Nigga be on my demons, we just like Zack and Cody
Hope I never run out of codeine, my cup like the ocean
Oh yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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[Chorus]
I'm guaped up
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if a nigga wonder, I shot him
It's up in a zip, like, goddamn, goddamn
Like culos, baby, we can go to Mars, like Bruno
Strong-ass AR like judo
Two phones, two phones, I got two phones
But, baby, don't touch my jewels though
That Number (N)ine, I'm so cool
Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those, yeah
E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah (We gon' shoot 'em)
Yeah, we gon' shoot 'em but who knows?

[Outro]
Bon Appétit, bitch

Che - Call Me [Nightcore]

U THINK U KNOW ME.

912Dmane linked up with Lil' FT in the uk to pull off a string of heist in London
will they escape in the end???

Big Bound [Prod. CORPSESICKNESS + SakunaSFX]

sound 912

MLKKKKK

桜.

Ain't shii to eat in the back rooms fr 💯
mixed by mattyboi and yvngbvckrxdd

Spinnin (prod yvngbvckrxdd)

Lil' FT:1 (Silence)
2 All the bitches thought that I was dead
3 But no I’m breathing and I’m heaving
4 It’s just me and southbound we go thieving
5 If you get yourself in trouble I ain’t intervening
6 Leave you on the floor, please stop thrashing please stop screaming
7 And I have this funny feeling all my raps they seem appealing
8 That bag is what I am reeling, leaving all the bitches squealing

1 Now you gotta tell everyone lil FT’ coming back
2 Rapping bars that are so addicting, they feel just like crack
3 And I got this small knack, talk that shit and you get a smack
4 Me and Dmane on attack, yeah we ain’t cutting no slack
5 And now we pull up, present to you the sounds of the south
6 Do you hear all the rhymes? Yeah they come right out my mouth
7 I be preaching like a priest, me and Dmane we the beast
8 No we will not take the least, and no our spitting will not cease




912Dmane: Ayy, it's DMane, yeah, I'm back. Throw a pussy off the roof, watch him hit the ground, go splat . Yeah, he should have checked himself . Euthanasia, put me down like a rabid dog; I'll never change. Life is just a game to me . Got no conscience when I'm doing evil shit, born a proper bastard." When I die, place me face down in my casket. Y'all can kiss my ass. Ayy, flip you bitches off from the sky." Yeah, God will probably send me south then; I'll finally be at home . But that's a while away-one can only wish, mane . Till then, shenanigans-I 'm up to no good . Yeah, I'm lurking around like a backroom entity . When I catch you , I'mma smack, hoe.

Now your vision's blurry; the last thing you'll see is me . Dance with my nine, yeah-step to the right, then slide to the left. Do-si-do with your hoe. Ayy, bitch, we're in the deep South- collard greens, cornbread, hot sauce on my chicken. In the woods, terror-stricken; now y'all are running. I can hear the pitter-patter of feet. You ain't fooling shit, yeah; I guess I'll wait while you're bleeding out-just for shits and giggles . Leave a little riddle on your body when they find you dead .

Fuck the sun, fuck the sky, fuck clouds, and fuck you too . Vibe-checking all these bitches; yeah, my work is never through. WE'RE GETTING CRUNK-PULL THAT CANON OUT THE TRUNK. WISH A MF WOULD-ON THE GROUND, YOU'LL GET SLUMPED.

PROPER BASTARD(Prod CORPSESICKNESS.)

EXECUTE.

Despair (Prod. yvngbvckrxdd)

Dont Know My Face (prod. yvngbvckrxdd)

v0rk/l4ve /w gothevents, l34nkwyy, index#912

bye3^^ /w @странныйпарень

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💿 Album Title: Jimmy Choo Love
Artist: [Your Artist Name or "Strong"]
Genre: Trap&B / Melodic Trap
Mood: Smooth, Bossed Up, Romantic

Album Description:
Jimmy Choo Love is a melodic trap&B experience that blends street loyalty with designer elegance. This project tells the story of a woman who holds it down and stands tall — stylish, confident, and unforgettable. Dripping in luxury but grounded in love, every track celebrates her power, beauty, and ride-or-die energy.

With slick bars, smooth hooks, and hypnotic beats, the album captures what it feels like to love someone who's both your peace and your flex. From quiet nights and candle-lit blunts to public stunts in heels and gold, Jimmy Choo Love is for the ones who match your hustle and elevate your name.

This is more than music — it’s a lifestyle wrapped in red bottoms, good weed, and unshakable loyalty.

Jimmy choo

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