Black!

woah - Mikeeysmind (slowed)

chrome heart lens

alive by matt ox but really super bass boosted

vamped out / vampire

snowman (sped up)

ken carson - delusional (instrumental remake) [not mine]

Osamason - 5.6 lyrics

[Intro]
Ha-haha-ha-haha
Beep, beep, beep (P-pss, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
What's up? Pfft, yeah (What? Hol' up, hol' up), yeah

[Chorus]
They pull up and get murked, hol' up
I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah
Two times, made that swerve (What? What?)
I'm in the Creek like, ''What’s the word?'' (Yeah)
I spent fifteen for some Percs
S-Spent a lil' fifteen, did that work (Beep, beep, beep)
I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilt the red all on my shirt
New Al—, shh, now that shit dirt
I was in the back-seat countin' up Percs, yeah
Givenchy shirt, I buy all that swag, that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah
I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah)
Opiates fucked my mind up
That lil' bih' can't get designer
I was in London fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Beep, beep)
Fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up (What?)
Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?)
We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah)
Nigga, we just like it that (Yeah)
Hit them .56 on they ass
[Verse]
(Yeah, what?)
Yeah, in a Balenci' bag
Yeah, told slime, ''Fill up mags''
Yeah, we got—, frtt, yeah, yeah
I'ma have to spin in that bitch back, yeah
I just been with hoes, yeah
Bentley go— Bentley go fast
Bih', I can't miss a ho, huh
My slime finna go crash, yeah
My slime finna go crash, yeah
I got this lil' bih' mad, yeah
I got this lil' bih' mad, yeah
Buy the Louis V bag

[Chorus]
(Ha-haha-ha-haha) They pull up and get murked, hol' up
I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah
Two times, made that swerve (What? What?)
I'm in the Creek like, ''What’s the word?'' (Yeah)
I spent fifteen for some Percs
S-Spent a lil' fifteen, did that work (Beep, beep, beep)
I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilt the red all on my shirt
New Al—, shh, now that shit dirt
I was in the back-seat countin' up Percs, yeah
Givenchy shirt, I buy all that swag, that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah
I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah)
Opiates fucked my mind up
That lil' bih' can't get designer
I was in London fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Beep, beep)
Fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up (What?)
Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?)
We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah)
Nigga, we just like it that (Yeah)
Hit them .56 on they ass

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