Name: All On Me? (Prod Me) by sum1else
Duration: 1 min 13 s
Description: Prod. Kycc <3 She is beautiful In every way possible

Prod. Kycc <3 She is beautiful In every way possible

All On Me? (Prod Me)

Izaya Tiji "Been Knew That" Remix
prod. benjicold 
#2k #Overstimulated
@benjicold

KNOWN (BenjiCold)

metta peace (yiggi)

Bleed (wayza)

not promoting this if u find this song good for u i guess i dont give a fuck anymore

nuisance (pyroo)

Sending them shots but ain't kill me yet
Lil' buddy don't know, I'm a popstar threat
Yeah, I'm wide open, showing my neck
If you leave up a song, better show me a check
Don't care about A.K., I got a new set
Don't care 'bout the old bitch, I got a new neck

Don't take all the credit, I placed all them bricks
Yeah, call up Val and he got a new stick
What's it now if you really wanna hit
Really wanna go and prove you a crash-out, bitch?
Seen the cash all the time, what's the amount coming in?
I'm the catch all the time, she wanna take all of dick
Going back and forth, I got lil' buddy talking schitz
And I want it more, see me really going in, yeah
I'll start right over, I don't give a fuck 'bout the chemistry
I'm on the motherfucking big screen
I'm the boss of it all, and you know, I'm the big C'
Big C', that's the CEO team
And you now I seen none, I ain't ever seen your team
If you really barking loud, why I never seen your teeth?
If you really barking loud, where the fuck are the receipts at?
I ain't ever seen none, knowing that it's big cap
Yellow fucking tone on my bitch, know we mix match
Go and throw a bone, if you want it, tell a bitch, "Catch"
I pulled up right to your home, where the bitch at?
I do not care 'bout a boy, I got big stats
I do not care for the talking, big rat
I'd rather go out and walk it, pace that
Seeing my swag, you copy and paste that

POPSTAR THREAT (prod. Miles Yoko, Munnyx, Rio Leyva & Adanmade)

(prod 10rxckz symelz)
Lyrics:
I wasn't the one I know, when we was together, I felt a little better
You was tugging on my sweater, lips cold but her hands feel like summer
When did it go wrong, our love it felt strong, am I good enough
Am I good enough, am I good enough, this pain I need drugs
Heart too cold but my wrist on froze, hop in a coupe no ceiling
She wanna vibe off feelin', bankroll stack to the ceiling
Cut her off quick no feeling? I been off wave no stopping
Plug pack loud its knocking, big body G.L.E get this sh*t rocking
Oh, I need you, I was yours, no question, I thought that our love would never die
Should've listened to my bro, told me to leave her alone
Now I'm stuck counting all these notes, pain in my chest but its froze
Hannah Montana no posing, this feeling its poising, I'm in my head finna off it
Damn should've took precautions 
I don't need, your love no more, I can't sleep so I lie to my self
Cut my heart to portions, damn I adore you, but I foresaw this
"Lets be honest", Oh
I wasn't the one I know, when we was together, I felt a little better
You was tugging on my sweater, lips cold but her hands feel like summer
When did it go wrong, our love it felt strong
I wasn't the one I know, when we was together, I felt a little better
You was tugging on my sweater, lips cold but her hands feel like summer
When did it go wrong

proportions of my heart ♱ (symelz)

(prod.me)
@nascardashcar
Lyrics:
[Yukyii2k*]
Thinking bout you, whatchu wanna do
What r we, what r we, writing this down in my diary
I’m so high up I cannot see you
Me and bro ride in that big body GLE
Baby can you see me
What r we, what r we, what r we

Writing my life in a diary page
Feel like I’m lost in a different place
“What r we” now, can’t find your name
Thought we would grow up and have our own place

Pages on my desk, but I’m gone tonight
What we— what we on?
Calling my phone, let it ring long

I can’t see, now I can’t breathe
Too much smoke, trynna find me
Diary, rip every page
Love too loud, had to turn it down

What r we now, please decide now
Turning me off, got a bad cough
Is this the flu? Am I lovesick?
I don’t know where we stand now
Would you love me now?
Would you turn me down?

[17nascarr]
So, what are we gon doooo
I don’t want nobody else but youuuu

Like why the f*ck would I trust youuuu
Knowing that you don’t care
Knowing that you don’t care ’bout nobody but yourself

Maybe I need help
So many nights I spent wit you
I think that I lost myself

Thinking back on it, I know that it’s true
And I write in my diary
’Cuz I know ain’t nobody gon listen

It was supposed to be you
It was supposed to be you

And now I’m gon stack my money and chill
Making these songs for people to feel
I don’t wanna love so I put up a shield

I put down the drank, I ain’t feeling too well
No love, I just need to heal
Heart broke, I can’t even feel

I keep a diary to myself
But you ain’t here so I just need help

[Yukyii2k*]
Thinking bout you, whatchu wanna do
What r we, what r we
Writing this down in my diary
I’m so high up I cannot see you
Me and bro ride in that big body GLE
Baby, can you see me
Please tell me, what r we now

Thinking bout you, whatchu wanna do
What r we, what r we
Writing this down in my diary
I’m so high up I cannot see you
Me and bro ride in that big body GLE
Baby, can you see me
Please tell me, what r we now

what r we? ♱ ft 17nascarr (prod.me)

prod by @riplucky
Lyrics
bitch I’m high, I’m a embryo, I’m in her guts
she want sum1else, I might be him
I’m invading your mind, invader Zim
I want the pink hair like I’m Saiki
I’m reading your mind, I might be psychic
my bitch bad, she the baddest high key
mine, yea she fine, her pussy I dine, can’t deny me

stars in the coupe, no roof I’m flying, she riding
ice on my neck, lil boy stop lying
caught in her spell, that bitch a siren
if I say slide, she gon’ move in silence
get-get you back doored, I’m wit all the violence
no hiding, look behind you, I’m Michael Myers’s

bitch I’m high, I’m a embryo, I’m in her guts
she want sum1else, I might be him
I’m invading your mind, invader Zim
I want the pink hair like I’m Saiki
I’m reading your mind, I might be psychic
my bitch bad, she the baddest high key
mine, yea she fine, her pussy I dine, can’t deny me

stars in the coupe, no roof I’m flying, she riding
ice on my neck, lil boy stop lying
caught in her spell, that bitch a siren
if I say slide, she gon’ move in silence
get-get you back doored, I’m wit all the violence
no hiding, look behind you, I’m Michael Myers’s

bitch I’m high, high
bi-bi-bitch I’m high, high
bi-bi-bitch I’m high, high high

[2k* tag]
I-I-I-I-I love you 2k

Embryo ♱  (riplucky)

mix by ((@sin2wn)) (all plats) (ty for 800) <3
prod by @fukkruntz
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Your a fucking fool if you think this all i got
so many fucking songs i don't know when to drop
sin 1one1 never like these other niggas
I'm my fucking self never have to copy no nigga
niggas going to dick ride me because I'm the hottest here
nigga think i don't peep i just don't fucking care 
sin really mind his business while these pussy boys just bite
sin don't hang with these hoe as niggas because they aint not real

Your a fool - (runtz)

Lyrics: 

Ran up a check on the wrong one,
I’m of a 10 say she want one,
Go to the bank get more sum,
Pul out the – Pul out the chrome one,
I got a cold one, I got a warrant—

Scratchin my name off the paper,
Judge in my ear, I can’t taper,
Voices distort in the fader,
Dreams in the mud, turn vapor,
Still got the cash in the layer,
Run it up, run it up, life ain’t fair.

Blood on my jeans, I don’t wipe off,
Spill in the sink, turn the lights off,
Voices keep screamin, I pipe up,
Drip in the red, no typo, no typo,
Your hoe look bad, she my hoe now,
That hoe get you back doored,
You left in the rain by the trap door.

Blood on the cash it’s a sad score,
Stains on the floor they can’t scrub more,
Nut on her face, say she want it,
Nggas be going real dummy, retarted.

Demons keep knockin I cracked doors,
I do not fuck wit crack whores,
But I like animal crackers,
Invite me over ima crack her.

Teeth in the cup, I been sippin on rust,
Knife in the cut, leave it dipped in the dust,
Shadows been laughin, they whisper they trust,
Blood on my laces, it’s sticky, it’s crust,
Voices been chantin, they tell me I must.

Hush hush hush,
Voices in my head, they rush,
Blood on the blade, no blush,
Stay in the dark, don’t trust,
Back of the room go crush.

Orange soda, Crush,
Blood on my tongue, it’s lush,
Rack in the bag, don’t touch,
Silence the crowd, no fuss.

Ran up a check on the wrong one,
I’m of a 10 say she want one,
Go to the bank get more sum,
Pul out the – Pul out the chrome one,
I got a cold one, I got a warrant—

Scratchin my name off the paper,
Judge in my ear, I can’t taper,
Voices distort in the fader,
Dreams in the mud, turn vapor,
Still got the cash in the layer,
Run it up, run it up, life ain’t fair.

Blood on my jeans, I don’t wipe off,
Spill in the sink, turn the lights off,
Voices keep screamin, I pipe up,
Drip in the red, no typo, no typo,
Your hoe look bad, she my hoe now,
That hoe get you back doored,
You left in the rain by the trap door.

Blood on the cash it’s a sad score,
Stains on the floor they can’t scrub more,
Nut on her face, say she want it,
Nggas be going real dummy, retarted.

Demons keep knockin I cracked doors,
I do not fuck wit crack whores,
But I like animal crackers,
Invite me over ima crack her.

Teeth in the cup, I been sippin on rust,
Knife in the cut, leave it dipped in the dust,
Shadows been laughin, they whisper they trust,
Blood on my laces, it’s sticky, it’s crust.

[2k* tag]
I-I-I-I-I love you 2k

Rust Soda ♱  (prod.me)

I prod 2 (Kycc)
17 yrs old #2k*
fka yukyii2k*

All On Me? (Prod Me)

sum1else

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