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Tabs at Hallow3een Horror Nights\ ?? yea or nahhh???? (⊙ _◎))_

Loko(prod. Orenzy)

Levalarie - Sorry Produced by Filthygenes

sorry prod filthygenes

Self Medicated prod.shinmi x mija18

(prod.me)
yukyii2k* x kycc
Lyrics:
Like please tell me what you want come on, I’m finna raid like Geronimo
If I had kids I would love them all, the jury is sending me under
I wanna go back to those days in the silence, new bad hoe wanna come back to my place
Like fuck it your honor I did it, yeah fuck it I gotta get wit it
Yeah fuck wit my gang we winning, like is you one who made it
Me and twin gon make it, getting bands, shit make-shift
Fuck a Fortnite bang shit, grandma pulling out of her pension
I’m wit God no sanction, how would you feel if I went through wit it
Suicide not the way, I’m committed, I wish I could take your pain all away
Hope I live to the age of 50, white cocaine die like Whitney, ohh ohh

sꞮns ♱  (prod.me)

prod.@riveo
Lyrics:
Thinking ’bout you (thinking ’bout you)
What you wanna do (what you wanna do)
Man, her (later)
Love of my life (I loved you)
How we fall apart? (heartbroken)
You were my star (shine like one — “hella other ones,” but I want you)
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

What I’m gonna do (what I’m gonna do)
What you wanna do (what you wanna do)
Before I move, before I die
You was the one
I loved you, why you had to leave me
I feel worthless

Thinking ’bout you (thinking ’bout you)
What you wanna do (what you wanna do)
Man, her (later)
Love of my life (I loved you)
How we fall apart? (heartbroken)
You were my star (shine like one — “hella other ones,” but I want you)
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

I’m lost, had to take a break, it’s a lot
Kinda forgot how to heal, how tf I’ma stay clear
Kyn told me get my “mind right”
How do I feel? I do not fear
You, you, you, you, youuu

Thinking ’bout you (thinking ’bout you)
What you wanna do (what you wanna do)
Man, her (man, oh)
Love of my life (I loved you)
How we fall apart? (heartbroken)
You were my star (shine like one — “hella other ones,” but I want you)
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
You, you, you, you, youuu

Between You & I ♱ prod.riveo

fn p.NAPALM

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)

Lyrics:
This is your fault, this is your fault, dis a Draco fa that dead opp,
dis a stare down, ngga step down, in da back hoe ngga bled out, yea I’m good now, fuck the feds tho

Big bag talk, I’m the mascot, in da real spot with the laptop,
see the glare ngga better back out, fake flex boy get packed out,
He a crash out, he get blew out

Run it up fast, I’m in motion
Big stick tuck, it’s devotion, oh yea she wet than a ocean,
my nggas steady pouring up potion

Counting up racks, no slow down,
VV’s hittin’ when I step out,
Opp boy talk, he get left out,
In the cut deep, bring the TEC out.

In the cut bring the Tec out, yo bitch—yo bitch she a slut now,
whole—whole gang finna cash out, for racks ima pop out,
big body gle swearing, run up on nggas they nervous,
drive by shooting that ngga service, hollows tips hit him right in his stomach,
bitch I’m fucking up her cervix,

like Fortnite they running, like Fortnite they jumping,
send them nggas to the lobby’s

This is your fault, this is your fault, dis a Draco fa that dead opp,
dis a stare down, ngga step down, in da back hoe ngga bled out, yea I’m good now, fuck the feds tho

Big bag talk, I’m the mascot, in da real spot with the laptop,
see the glare ngga better back out

This is your fault, this is your fault, dis a Draco fa that dead opp,
dis a stare down, ngga step down, in da back hoe ngga bled out, yea I’m good now, fuck the feds tho

Big bag talk, I’m the mascot, in da real spot with the laptop,
see the glare ngga better back out
fake flex boy get packed out, He a crash out, he get blew out

Run it up fast, I’m in motion
this is yo fault this is yo fault

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

This Is Your Fault ♱  (prod.me)

Lyrics 

She wanna know much I made this month
Bitch wanna know much I made
I be lying say I kicked the cup
But I sip drank everyday
Where tf my lighter at?
I’m tryna light this jay
I swear my life so cray
Number nine jeans for the fashion
This hoe wanna give me some face
Multiple types of hoes
Multiple types of hoes in my face
I don’t know right or wrong
Bitch you get shot if you acting lame
Yuh
Acting lame

And this hoe so bad yuh
Told her come my way
This lil bitch got fangs yuh 
She tryna suck all the blood outta me 
I just went chrome heart maison my feet
I’m in a forest smoking real tree
I just went black truck recline the seats
I just want bad hoes I just want lean
I’m making hella bands in my teens
She give me smart head M.I.T
You on the sideline not on the team boy
I’m finna play this bitch just like a gameboy 
Bitch I got chains on my neck I ain’t pay for
I’m finna put my dick on her face she a real whore
Mod on the blick just like discord 
Margiela socks yea im swagging 
Getting these bands it’s a habit 

I’m gon crash this coupe
I’m gon crash the coupe like bandicoot
And I keep that tool
Bitch I keep that tool, blast at you
Put that boy in a tomb 
Stepping outside the crib I got Marni my shoes 
I’m fly then a bitch the hoes say I’m cool
I’m finna take yall to swag school

gameboy prod commas

Lyrics:

Blood ritual she a demon
Blood out the mouth call Cosima 
Talk to a prophet all seeing 
Gotta get rid of my demons 
Period she bleeding 
I’m sick
The seasons is changing 
I’m thinking I’m getting complacent 
Up the fye til the place get vacant 
Me and gang we gon’ make it 
I’m number one on your playlist 
Working hard til I get a placement
Im wit God no sanction 
White girl she popping a 10 
Lil hoe bad she a 10
Play wit my balls she in zen 
In October I’m changing again
When sober I’m dying 
Money rain yea, money fly-in
You can’t get up, sighing
I got blood pact clients 

Blood ritual she a demon
Blood out the mouth call Cosima 
Talk to a prophet all seeing 
Gotta get rid of my demons 
Period she bleeding 
I’m sick
The seasons is changing 
I’m thinking I’m getting complacent 
Up the fye til the place get vacant 
Me and gang we gon’ make it 
I’m number one on your playlist 
Working hard til I get a placement
Im wit God no sanction 
White girl she popping a 10 
Lil hoe bad she a 10
Play wit my balls she in zen 
In October I’m changing again

October Faction (bbeno)

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

October Faction (bbeno)

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