forever.wav(charlixcx:oliver_01)

Lyrics:

(A Hype's parts)

What the fuck’s my purpose? To be so dope of course! But I suck’s in your place, good thing that ain’t the source. I stick to my own script, pick what they may say and flipped. To a surprising rising, sizing up my devising, that’ll take years, I make peers start to stutter when I mutter, no clutter, the flow butter. And if not, no whiff got taken, no flaw. Life is what ya make it, my jaw speak raw, fuck it let the feature draw.

And ya know I gotta be, winner of the lottery, the way my luck has brought a spree of ducking all these plotting G’s. They mad in short that I support equality, the gall in me to sport wit’ they shit and hit a buncha 3’s, shows I goes munch on these peeps who be truly Satan. Hating and rating, just because we is not dating. Who you think we should, it okay to be gay. Do spew what ya would like to, like my mic spew. I was being seeing, through a dark cloud. Now I’m driving wit’ poise noise, I even park loud. Bark sound plus bite, leave a mark like a hound might, go pound this in ya senses, is this the dense that’s. What’s right? Or wrong, your song is wack. Fuck it dawg, I write for me, not the blog. Hah, I just wanna stop these “that burns!” patterns now, yo, then stop ‘em, drop ‘em, pop ‘em like blow! Cleanse The Mind, bitch!

Cleanse The Mind (Feat. kysk) (Prod. XandroR2 & tensi11)

@lluvmish @wakeupnxw

(lluvmish)

floodin up 
floodin up 
floodin up all of my scenery 
where u b 
where u b 
right here 
in my memory
and yes i hate u now 
yes i hate u now 
heard that many times 
like maybe hunnid thou 
meanin nun for me 
means a lot to u 
ain’t nothing new 
bby tell me something new 
think u floodin now 
x4
floodin up 

(w4lker)

i got whatchu want 
i’m takin what i wan
takin what i want 
ima take 3 n then i’ll yh
like ima take 3 an then i’m throwin up 
bitch im off a tab 
i’m off of double drops 
i got whatchu want 
i’m takin what i wan
takin what i want 
ima take 3
an then i’m throwin up 

(wakeupnxw)

i been off the kenny 
got me throwin up 
blunt ain’t done but I’m still rolling another up
i’m off a bar it’s in my cup 
tell u that its not enuff
i’m so lost 
remember u told me that I should get offa the drugs 
tell me that i should get off of the drugs 
i get so high but it’s never enuff
it’s never enough 
i get so high but it’s never enuff

flood // lluvmish + w4lker + stxrcxst (uzzu)

swagggcore theme song (prodYobiee)

i don’t even know 
if I wanna go 
this weed got me slow
fuck it imma roll up some more
standing at the door 
fit fresh out the store
throat getting sore
looking down 5th floor 
don’t make me go to war
tonight I’m pour 
later rolling on the floor
and my whole body sore
rip another bowl 
I won’t say no 
smoking on this weed 
but this shit don’t hurt my throat
smoking on this weed man this shit hurt my wallet
getting 50 bucks gotta spend it cause I’m ballin
slipping on banana peels gotta stop fallin
please don’t hit me up cause right now I’m recording
get the fuck out homie if you’re not supporting 
fit super cute man my fits be adoring 
not laying back but the plan going accordingly 
we be killing rappers I don’t mean it metaphorically 
need the trues specifically the ones with the stitching b 
I don’t even bother basically got that shit for free
ouside feel like hugging trees 
coffe with the morning breeze 
wake up chasing all this green 
pray to him my soul to keep
I don’t wanna go to sleep
cause the fear of missing out is real 
I got my phone with me 
smoking on that magic tree
I got resin on my jeans 
and the smoke is all on me 
hope the wind gon blow it off 
smelling like a bunch of weed
I can’t go home like this 
I can’t go I insist 
gotta smoke can’t resist
I can’t get my parents pissed 
g shock on my fucking wrist
feeling like I’m lil twist
my brain got a lil twist 
shawty is a damn bitch
plug is getting mad rich
i might start trapping again 
show you what a man is 
looking what my stance is 
she might get it mad quick 
I’m a artist Banksy 
Batman bedsheets 
etern got the best beats 
I’m cute fuck street 
weed on me fuck police
in my jeans got seven keys
not yet where I’m meant to be

Wallet prod etern1 (taylinn wrapping *rare*) lyrics in disc

Lyrics:

(eating sandwiches is said a bunch)

Whether clickin’ wit’ chicken, begging for egg and, etc, sandwiches is bliss filled, I smiled as I taste next one, can’t just bless one, gotta trust that this fun ain’t done, fuck getting fat, I’ll gladly let me pad the belly ‘til he scat in his grave, that I will save for a grim day, but as of here I pass no fear, food is the mood, that clear? Him say, he want a daunting task, ask him for his order, he get a chicken wit’ the egg and more he sure be pickin’. I don’t border going over my money I have to spend, I floor the gas and this will make more than a whistle out my ass, when I poop it out, my group has doubt about this shit I get, I’ll bet my life on this hype I make from eating what they bake, fuck it add cake, but this is fake, like the food on the menu, I’m into artificial products, my heart’ll miss you when I die, fucks given, no? I had a tad of good life, should knife be given after living, autopsy show I’m driven, to death and end of breath, by thy food I glued my mood to dude, blew rude as the notion that you gave as ya try to save my motion from being sick, I trick me into eating it, not even heating shit, I believe in beating it, treating it like me, a world so cold, cold pizza, bold meats I digest, I try, just stick wit’ it now, how ‘bout I spit out my order, are you ready steady, bet he get the life span shorter. Just by sniffing it, miffed and shit, you may be, hey we whiffed a bit, with what? Show us the surplus ya got! I got two loaf of bread to go ‘head and stack it, in between, can we bean size up and make a racket, yup? Brown beans and greens of beans on item? By him it okay, go spray that on the middle, it’ll, help my self and health with stealth, kill me but what a thrill be, it anyway, I eat chicken and egg, lickin’ ya feet I beg, meet it as I peg a lettuce order to the thang, my daughter I can’t make, once this kill me and I will be, out of commission to help bake, division of ...

(there is a hook in between)

(Peter Griffin)

Huge Ass Sandwich (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

Ever since a young boy he had to Chase Young. Put that work in ‘til his face scrunched. Never wince at the pain cause there more to gain. It was here in Maryland where he sure to train. Get it clear? The picture I’m unfolding? About this dude so cold and bold in his craft, 2nd pick of the draft, straight outta THE Ohio State, bravado great. I reckon sick days is what most will take, a boast the ill make is they ill but not sick, toxic manipulating is not what we do, no hating as well, hell we evaporate and dap our mate, God who he follows, Chase Young, this case stung, for hollow peeps, fuck it, heaps of thick dudes, O Line ain’t go fine when he get the stick through. It’s a sack, shit’s so wack, the left tackle is attacking his coach as he says, “please! don’t get stepped on like a roach!” but really it clearly hard to stop, plus a guard he drop. Chase Young, Washington football, slashing in the gridiron, the root of all we bid on. As sport fans, fuck it, Prize Picks, some size chicks up by making the money stuff. Haha, Chase Young, this a bass strung banger in the car, Chase Young put in that bar work, lifting weights, shifting freights, he can carry a various amount of delirious cargo, far o’vo’ what you can, want Froot Loops delivered, cause of Toucan Sam? Damn, he will deliver, the giver of this I’m knowing as I’m flowing like a river, they may quiver and shiver, when they hear about how Commanders went Commando, lost it all, like the god damn Spurs went south, ‘cept you left the glory day way back to stay wack after Joe Gibbs, no dibs on 1st for Joe Burrow, now you trade ya spade so yo, no hurdle to climb when ya silent like a mime not making good noise, you should voice up now that Dan Sydner whiner stuff is gone forever ever long, but Chase in San Fran-Cisco, got the fans dancing like disco. But now a free agent, we patiently, waiting to see where he great in the D, next. This is a flex, with just one text the deal start. I think 10 milli a year, really it clear in my good ol’ silly heart. Yep.

Cleanse The Mind (Feat. kysk) (Prod. XandroR2 & tensi11)

A Hype

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