LYRICS
We bring dirt to your ears
What it is hoe, and what it ain't
Bitch my pockets full, I'm making bank
Say what it is hoe, and what it ain't
What you see me do, these bitches can't

Go, go
Slide, thru the sticks wit my blicky, uh
That boy not no demon that nigga more like Little Nicky, uh
He not from the South he fakin' accents like Woahvicky
Bitch, DSG the mob who fuckin' with my committee
Tell him, pick your side and stay over there
Gangnem get on his head and lay him down like some baby hairs
I, I, don't give a fuck, we don't play it fair
Cryin' on the net about your problems nigga who cares

You wanna slide bout it? you, you, you wanna die bout it?
All that shit that's in your music know you lied bout it
I, I, I can't work with none of these rappers, Ion believe they words
You didn't really do that action I don't believe your verbs
Thinkin' that you fuckin' with li 8, boy put the drugs down
Came in with this 40 up this bitch and throw these slugs 'round
Tell em free the gang, free my dawgs out that dog pound
Thought he was the sickest so we had to put his dog down

Slide, thru the sticks wit my blicky, uh
That boy not no demon that nigga more like Little Nicky, uh
He not from the South he fakin' accents like Woahvicky
Bitch, DSG the mob who fuckin' with my committee
Tell him, pick your side and stay over there
Gangnem get on his head and lay him down like some baby hairs
I, I, don't give a fuck, we don't play it fair
Cryin' on the net about your problems nigga who cares

Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who gives fuck)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who gives fuck)

Who Cares (Prod. pharmacist x cloudymane)

cocolo

cualto freestyle

de gantel

me levanto

Kino Rose - 2T'd [prod. drty]
. . is this all worth it?
idk enjoy tho

2 T'd [prod. drty]

Lyrics:

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high 

I broke the roof off of this hoe 
Tie that noose around ya throat 
Feeling shady its just the money tree i planted long ago 

Never lack i watch my back with all the eyes i pulled out slow 
Yung sly cooper u cant see me creepin sneakin thru yo home

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind 

Cutting me deep all those times that you lied 
Talkin to god but he never replies 
Feels like im losing my faith and belief in myself and i dont kno where else to reside 

If you want it then lets get it homie bust a bitch up on eem

Better focus on the mission so we get our paper money 
See my dick under the mistletoe u better kiss up on it 
Boy ikno u never kicked a door quit cappin in yo phonics 

No i dont need more bitches i need riches in my business 
dividends so goddamn high u need a accountant just to finish 
I dont care about my image if it don’t fit it in the picture
All u rappers worried bout a trend im counting up these digits

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high

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