wordz:

Bands on me and you know I got more stylish
Two different lives, I feel like Miley Cyrus
Swag disease, baby, you know I got virus
She from the west, but her name is not Iris
Can't do a main, but a side bitch
I just PT, I don't time shit

Fruity pussy, orange, that girl just like citrus
Every time I rock shit, they like how you did this
Coincidental, say I meant it
I'm infinity, I'm everlasting
My pop and ma not together, I'm a bastard
No-no, I will not bless you up, I'm not a pastor
You think that you running shit, but I'm way faster
Air 'em out, make 'em ghost, turn 'em to Casper
To the bank I hee-hee-ha, on laughter
A dark magician, I'm a demonic caster
Specialised, yeah, I'm a master
Addicted to pain, stuck on like a plaster

You know pain is gain, yeah, that how the game go
This shit not the same, but I stay right on go
I'm a stylish man, go 'head look at my clothes
Feeling lucky, yeah, I just pulled a four leaf clover

But luck isn't real at all, I still had to put work in it
Cutting up, feel like a surgeon
Better lone, that is for certain

Certain, certain, certain
Cause the bands up, she like "please sir, ten"
I'm flexing then blessing
When we fuck, I bust in
Keep it hundred percent
Yeah, I said what I said
I'm so fly wit' a fish, on my wrist, that's a water bowl
Once I hit, you dismissed, oh lil' bitch, yeah, you gotta go
I could hit for a hit, for a hit like it whack-a-mole 
Can't ride my wave, yeah, I glide, I'm not surfing though

Bands up, now I'm stylish
Got a goth bae, aye, she a Billie Eilish
When she give brain, I call her a psychic
But she just a side bitch, that my sidekick

Effortless flow, yeah, I call it my lazy
Squeezing that lemon, it that easy-peasy
I won't save a hoe, but that girl is peachy
Need me a mansion like my name Luigi
They say I'm so creepy, they say I'm so ouija
When I say I'm demon, oh, better believe me
Don't call me no twin, you cannot ever be me
I'm just really, really stylish

Stylish

wordz:

Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo

No, I can't slow up
Bread, got my dough up
Meds, I'm gon' throw up
Running that bag, can't slow up
Smoke loud pack, gon' roll up
Hella fan-fans they know us

You know that Roto a dog
I'm wit' my boys, wit' my dogs
I got that motor that roar
When I hit, I hit it raw
I get them rocks, yeah, them stars
Mister I-do-what-i-want
Gas fuck up my lungs
I be exhaling that fire
Ooh, styling like yeah
That girl pull up to my yard
That girl pull up to my yardie
Nicki Minaj, that girl built like a barbie
Yeah, I be flexing and no I ain't sorry
Run to the bank, I be like la-di-da-di
Hit a wh-wh-what like Carti
Pussy murder addict, I got bodies

Get that cheque, get the racks, I get that HMPH, HMPH, HMPH
Tryna' fuck, fuck that bitch, I'm tryna' HMPH, HMPH, HMPH
Power up, carry the game, I hit that HMPH, HMPH, HMPH
I be yeah, bitch I hit a, hit a hmph
Star man from space, hit a hmph
Roto, roto, oh, roto so hmph
H-M-P-H, HMPH, HMPH
H-M-P-H, HMPH, HMPH

Shoutout BK Rula, I feel like a ruler
I just popped a Molly, not talking Santana
She hit me wit' "fam", yeah, that lil' bitch she from Canada
Can't run out of stamina, oh wait, that shit 'No Camera'
I be booted off the HMPH, yeah I be booted off shit
You think I gave you a green K, fuck nigga, gave you a kick
That bitch got wet, glossy DSL's, but I will not kiss
Tryna' trap me wit' a woah, she tryna' take up my kids

Uh, what the fuck, bitch
Get off my dick, go 'head suck shit
I got ice wrist, that my right wrist
I'm the bomb-bomb, think I'm ISIS
Roto, how? How you tough like this?
I been like this since a Jit-Jit

All this damn time, everyone still hate me like I'm Chris
You best watch yourself, lil' boy, you better mind it

Get the cheques, get the racks, I just hmph-hmph
Tryna' fuck on that bitch, I'm tryna' hmph-hmph
It's Roto, I just hit a hmph-hmph

hmph!

Oh we so back
Are we back?
I don't know, you tell me
Let me know

I'm cool, yeah
Can't track my mood, yeah

Uh, cooler, it seem that end of the day that I am way cooler
Don't need refrigerator, I'm still cooler
Cool like that ice, I should be the jeweller 
Give me head, lice, that girl such a drooler
What's on your mind, bring me that medulla
I'm in my prime, I'm a valid shooter
I just be playing, acting like a loser

Don't pity the fool, you brought down your own downfall, tell me why the fuck would I just help
Treat it like lesson, the fuck is you stressing, to that ass I just be bringing that belt
Don't count on soul, I just count on myself
Oh, I'm capping, I'm counting souls when they be dead
Just to feel a lil' something, I sip up on red
I won't give up my sight, but I leave you on read

I got blue notes on me, yeah, pockets on Crip
She say, "no, bool, I'm blooded. Do not say no brip"
Got that mystical substance on my tongue, I'm gon' trip
Yeah, it's cool, it's whatever, censor, I don't give a flip

With all the clothes, I keep it regular
But they saying it is not regular
Say that it swag, I say it whatever, bruh
I just be throwing on whatever I feel
My vibe so fantasy, I am surreal
I'm the big dog, I am the deal
Hit up a perky, it got me so still
But I still pour up, I crack up the seal

Oh, cool-cool, cool-bool
That me, ooh-hoo
Glocky like to flashy-flash, that bitch say peak-a-boo
She got mean, pink pussy, I call it Majin Buu
Tweaking out in my room
Mind so gone, it go zoom

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go
Mister-mister cool
Mister-mister cool
Mister-mister cool

Cool Bool

M.A - Venezzllo

BUY REM2YRS-05

Premiere: 5 - Roto - Eastern Block [REM2YRS-05]

first half prod me the other @@crucifymordy !

roto+vampiro :(

🤠🔫:

14 years old, almost killed myself
7 years later, want kill myself
not gonna lie, I don't feel myself
they say that I do not look myself
most of the time I just drown myself
never wit' nobody, just by myself
i really think i don't like myself
yeah, on the real, think i hate myself
money counting, only time i like myself
this track is just me,me,me, myself

day by day, i just mess my health
no one can save me, no one can help
not even no god, no, not him, himself
can't untie the knot when i hang myself

no optimism, a pessimist
no fucking grave, just a fucking ditch
calling my name, but you she not my bitch
but act like it, fake, man i hate that shit

i guess i got a messed up mental, i gotta talk to somebody
don't even know the issue, but i know something fucked up in me
not even in the clear view, i'm a ghost, i'm a nobody
cannot be up in my thoughts, i be tripping out, this don't feel like my body

yeah my temperature be down and i be so down, i just got a snow body
dying, i won't make a sound, i keep it on hush, won't bother nobody
tell me love myself a lil more, but the fuck, I can barely love, hardly
i'm not even lovable, so i know it cap when she say she love me

love me? the fuck is that? what does that even mean for a weirdo like me
i cannot focus on love, so i just be focusing on the cheese
they say "you so cool and chill, like bro, like what the fuck do you just mean"
what do that gotta do with anything, do you even get what i mean

myself [prod. rav3n]

bleep bloop translation:

like a librarian i got like hella, hella room, hella room
like a librarian, my mula got on hella shelves
i swear I'm alien, lil' bitch, I came from Mars
they never hear me now, so I put the mic right up
my neck aquarium 'cause of all these goddamn jewels
cannot compare me now, we not in the same room
and life get scarier, but I'm only 21
and I think it crazy that I'm still getting along

wit' the crowd, don't stay wit' them, man I'm better off alone
empty my mind, I cannot stress, so why you serious?
find it hilarious when they come call my phone
talking bout hand me outs, they want some my bankroll
and I got like various, got me like hella flow
yeah, I got like hella flow, water like a boat

all white like KKK or like the Pope
skippity hop to the bank, I jump rope 
that girl don't gag when she give me that throat
see that girl my top header,  I call her a goat
never doing too much, never doing the most
oh, they tend to say that when I'm up in my mode
I am the only one beating my score
every time that I go hit the record

slime bul, spazz out
know some niggas that itching to crash out
gotta tell 'em to pipe down and they gon' listen to me because I am they father
move like a vegetarian wit' all of this green, my pockets way fatter
saying you red and blue at the same time, switchin' teams like how do that add up

li-living lonely, yeah I stay right on my lonesome
you-you already know me, you know that I'm finna rock some'
the reason my coupe so UFO 'cause, baby, I'm a Martian
yeah, I do all I can, but no I am not Carson

whip go skrrrt
said "can't believe that is a car, son"
uh, how many beans I popped? um
one, two, three, four, um
lost the count of them
I'm not even fully focused on this song

like a librarian, I got like hella shelves
I swear I'm alien, lil' bitch, I came from Mars
they never hear me now, so I turned the mic right up
my neck aquarium 'cause of these goddamn jewels
cannot compare me, no, we not even in the same room 
and life get scarier, but I'm only 21
and I find it crazy that I'm still getting along

want make the bank collapse 
from all the heavy racks
got a lil' baby stack
I'm tryna milli' that
swagging, I hit a dab
lit up a cigarette 
flicking the ashes off me

I step the gas when I'm zooming fast, going
I'm jus' living in the moment

21 [prod. Kulture Beats]

ECOS EN MI CABEZA - valennn.ofc

Escupitajos_unidos

bayyyyyysickkkk:

I'm rocking this shit and that is a fact
Fly wit' the fit, butterfly effect
Swaggy infectious, tend to infect
Now i know why they always want clone me
She want me to sit and play wit' her cat
I'm fuckin' this bitch, yeah, right from the back
I hit it so fast like running a track
That girl is so certi, that ass is correct
I'm stacking my bands right til they collapse
And yeah I do sin, but I'm staying blessed
I'm right from the bottom, south'dy west
Whenever I'm balling, spend me a check
Yeah, I'm a whore, got multiple chicks
All different race, they basically mixed
Basically all of them bitches my bitch
Enough's not enough, I'm not even that rich

I want more bands, i want more dollar
I got some head right from a scholar
Yeah, I'm a dog, don't got no collar
Black diamonds dancing, feel like T'challa
And no I don't worry 'bout them, ain't no problem
And if there's a problem, you simply solve 'em
Stay banging my phone, but them people keep calling
I'm not social, so just leave me lonely

I am a jack of all trades, attack like striker and got me that defence like goalie
That girl got milk bags, she got her that glory, she got areola like big pepperoni
I am germaphobe, won't dap up everyone, so please do not walk up like you just know me
Where I am from, my home is an island, but no, no, no I do not rock me that stoney

I do not rock stoney
I'm living life 4D
Fuck on a milf, forty
Was in that hoe so deep
Fuck around I might OD
Yeah, druggie, druggie, regular 
I am far from earth, so please do no hit my cellular

I'm rocking this shit and that is a fact
Fly wit' the fit, butterfly effect
Swaggy infectious, tend to infect
Now i know why they always want clone me
She want me to sit and play wit' her cat
I'm fuckin' this bitch, yeah, right from the back
I hit it so fast like running a track
That girl is so certi, that ass is correct
I'm stacking my bands right til they collapse
And yeah I do sin, but I'm staying blessed
I'm right from the bottom, south'dy west
Whenever I'm balling, spend me a check
Yeah, I'm a whore, got multiple chicks
All different race, they basically mixed
Basically all of them bitches my bitch
Enough's not enough, I'm not even that rich

Enough isn't 'nough, I'm not even that rich
Enough isn't 'nough, I'm not even that rich
I been deep in that water, got gills like a fish
Just serving up flow, bon appetit, a dish
I am the one, you get it, capeesh
Play wit' your mind like i got a Geass
What am I planning? You can never guess
This not your zone, nigga, you is a guest

Not even a guest, you an imposter
Leave that boy redded up just like a lobster
Ooh, I be dreaded up just like a Rasta
I am a rocker, bae, yes, I'm a rockstar
That's a old flow that came from that bitch
Not literally, but a song I called 'bitch'
Shoutout that track, that shit kinda hit
Then again, I just make everything hit

Percussion
Bang up in yo' head, no concussion
Lay up on her ass like a cushion

That girl is so certi, that ass is correct
I fuck on this bitch, yeah, right from the back
I whip it right out, then finish her chest
I barely z-z-z-z, don't rest
No cannot cu=uff, me-ee, arrest
Casually vibing and that a fact
Won't even say I'm the best
Did I hit a bean? How many? Yes
I am so gone, no answer question
Block out the world, noise suppression
Keeping it basic, I ain't stressing

basic [Prod. bLUCKYbeatz]

Roto

intrumental hecha por "PABLO MUSSO"
letra, grabacion y produccion "MANUEL SEGURA"

Sol Sol Sol

[PREMIERE] Crow - Roto ft. PenelopeBoa | Coqueto Records [2025]

RRR.

bandedxxx

hey dere:

She tryna Cuban, that girl tryna link
Gave me brain so much, she cant even think
Yeah, thas' my lil' shit right there, call her stink 
Wrist full of diamonds, got water like a sink
Flashing so crazy, I just gotta blick
Flow like I'm skating, but not on a rink
If a girl sexy, I might give her wink
Call her a fairy, she kinda like Winx

I think she be in that club for real
Winx Club, she gon' fly wit' the wings
These drugs got me high to the ceiling
Been numb, I don't think I be feeling
Go dumb every time that I hop on a song
I'm not even tryna make it the one
Recording my shit, I'm just having my fun
Along wit' the checks, I'm just getting my funds

Mula, racky-racky
Obsessed with the stacks, that my lovey-dovey
And I will not care if you really love me
Only good for lust, I'm just being honest

Tryna fuck, tryna fuck-fuck til the sun up, got our lust up
Peeping up, got a good view, had to slide through saying whats up
And the rest history, you my only one, um, body
Being in so deep, only time I feel somebody

Woah
That's that good, good
Splashing when she take the dick
Ooh, we fashion twins, yeah, we taking pics
Got that passion, ooh, it don't make no sense

She tryna Cuban, that girl tryna link
Gave me brain so much, she cant even think
Yeah, thas' my lil' shit right there, call her stink 
Wrist full of diamonds, got water like a sink
Flashing so crazy, I just gotta blick
Flow like I'm skating, but not on a rink
If a girl sexy, I might give her wink
Call her a fairy, she kinda like Winx

Oh, you get the memo
You right on my tempo
A-okay like 10-4
No titles, but say hey boo
Had her on fours like a table
Fucking wit' you, I won't say more
She not even religious, but make her say "oh lord"

Not even religious, yeah, saying we satanist, say we so devil
She ride it no effort, she don't need no pedal
Oh, she my top rank, I might cop her a medal
I could go rock, I could go heavy metal
I'm such a rockstar, I might go 'head and bezel
Bedazzle my everything, look like diamond
Look at me, shawty, yeah,  look at me shining

Shining, shine up, oh, I might just blind up
Looking like illuminati 'cause I got one eye shut
Like when you ride on my body, ooh, I know it's that time girl
Treat you like you my world, but I live in my own world

I can't love you, I can't love you, I can't love you, I can't love you
But I lust you, but I lust you, yeah I fuck you, ooh I fuck you

She tryna Cuban, that girl tryna link
Gave me brain so much, she cant even think
Yeah, thas' my lil' shit right there, call her stink 
Wrist full of diamonds, got water like a sink
Flashing so crazy, I just gotta blick
Flow like I'm skating, but not on a rink
If a girl sexy, I might give her wink
Call her a fairy, she kinda like Winx

She tryna Cuban, she tryna link
Gave me brain so much, she cant even think
Yeah, thas' my lil' shit, I call her stink 
Wrist full of diamonds, got water like sink

Sink, yeah
Mmm, sing, yeah
Bling-blaow, watch me bling, yeah
Oh, her meow, that thang is so pink, yeah
Wassup- whoa, nevermind can't say that

hey! [Prod. Outtaspace x Cv]

Pablo Carrasco - Roto (Remix)

aca voy a subir todas las maquetas que grabe asi a cara de perro y q no voy a sacar, xq no me ceban o por x motivo

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