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saw you again
felt the wind
eat me alive
saw you again
felt the wind
tear me apart
silence
is my best friend
talkin is the end
i am sinkin in the wind
i am nothin but the sun
nobody feels the way i do
im sinkin in the waves like you
i know you're gone
i know you're gone
nobody feels the way i do
nobody knows me like you do
ahhhh

satellite - prod. tonedeaf + larua

Lyrics:

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Me and ShoeMan, the new ran. Span of dominance, all up in the prominence. Shoutout NORMAN, we stormin’ the whole block. Give ‘em fair warnin’, we born in full smock. Built to make art, no guilt we take heart. We didn’t jump the gun, no fake start. We didn’t pump to stun, we just go out. Get ya blow out, we safe there no out. We pave a way to save the day. Y’all crave a stay where we play. We have our way wit’ bae, okay? She wanna be wit’ me, ya see it mane? Plain to process, hard to swallow. This thang is nonsense, we ain’t borrow. If she wanna ride wit’ the side of the winning team, we ain’t say no, ya better pray mo’ ya sinning meme.
Yeah yeah, we paid. Nah nah, never strayed. Yeah yeah, we made. Nah nah, never fade. Yeah yeah, we laid. Out the classics, and bitch we own our masters. Snitch bastards ain’t ever getting past us, watch a top notch boss toss this shit faster. Dropping lines like it seeds. Popping nines, there no needs. We could chill, would ill as a unit, but since ya ain’t do it, ya wince when ya blew shit. We got the hot sauce, what ya want. Strut and flaunt, but can’t taunt. Us cause no stress, we not just equal, we making mo’ moves as people. We sho’ proves that there no sequel. We so unique, you peak on a steep hill. We could peak on the bottom of the ocean. You do reek, while we put in motion.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn.

Yeah, uh.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

BBQ (Prod. Beat Making Shoe Man)

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What The Fuck Is This? (Prod. Mark Jones)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Out here with Reed Kanero, I split ya body wit’ an arrow, I get the shotty o’vo’ DiNero, dispute, this thang mute ya shit, bang bang to boot. Ya feel it? I’m in a, Christmas mood, food for thought as always, y’all prays on my decays, well hell, not today. Ayy, it’s a giving season, we living for a reason. Pssh, these rhymes is so easy, I squeeze the juice I get from it, like Bishop, when my hit plummet, I handle it myself. Yeah, I’ve lost my sanity, yet still I get ill, not the man to be picking on, shoutout Reed, spark up the weed, yeah I ain’t a chicken pawn.

That’s that real shit. Merry fucking Christmas.

Weed Pipe (Feat. Reed Kanero) (Prod. ayesean)

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Lyrics:

(Yokai verse)

on my way to singapore we getting money we got the guap we are so full we getting money we are so rich and we cant lose we getting money basically i flex on u we getting money yeah lor dembow and tony called me had to take the call niggas sitting on my penthouse rolling paper yeah and now we doing tiktok hits yeah we bought the mall this the comeback of the yokester gotta go harder yeah on a private plane we bumping angel dior smoking on new york got some groupies that gonna fall in love go back to alma rosa pa el hoyo flow john wall dunking on these niggas not even a competition agusronny and the label at the top of the position driving on my vespa we avoiding the collision uh we arrived in casablanca looking for my ingrid bergman anthony behind of me this nigga is my main man yeah, honestly what can i say man we money getters thats the main plan

(A Hype verse)

On my to Singapore we getting money yeah. I bring a whore on the private jet, so I get wet. While I pile up the money, this shit is funny yeah. I fling some more in the air like I don’t care. What they may say, I got a lot of dough yo, the A way. Had to go from the flo’, to out the do’, vacay. In the best spots, I got the West locked. I got the East knocked, I’m a beast sending shots.

Bitch I’m ill, out for the mil’, doubt it I kill, you for real, ya crew too spill, blood and shit, who do feel that scud to lit. Transition I do, fans listen, I knew, I get sure boring, well this shit ain’t for snoring. I fucked yo bitch, now how do you respond? I fucked her from dawn ‘til ya caught on, such a fawn. Rookie ain’t get nookie, I bet that I get clit. Money Money, sunny days and gaze ahead. Ya dread me fucking from the other side of the pond. I dead ya dreams as it seems, watch me ride that hoe blond.

Gettin Money 2023 Freestyle (Feat. Yokai) (Prod. Mark Jones)

hook (yokai)

she not lying
stay on line
please don’t kill my vibe
riding in the night
please don’t od
heavy on the codeine
bitch you know me
riding like a witch
nigga you is a bitch

verse 1 (yokai)
dropout out of college yeah buying with no coverage yeah nigga got no knowledge yeah you gonna acknowledge me I got a double edge sword nigga follow me doing this for many years
we been living in hell yeah we sing like adele yeah we gon sell like this we gon fell on both knees we gonna kill we gonna kill this shit ran out of pills now I’m gonna this shit

hook (yokai)

she not lying
please stay on line
please don’t kill my vibe
riding in the night
please don’t od
heavy on the codeine
bitch you know me
riding like a witch
nigga you is a bitch

verse 2 (A Hype)

Rockin’ them boots like SGA. MSCHF Astro Boy the way. Shockin’ them groups of hoops with play. This swish cash yo, joy I sway. With one shot, I done got they. Feelings of nope, to hope, ayyy. Big Red Boot, big spread loot. Fuck the pigs ‘til they a dead brute. Muh’ fuckin’ Yokai the homie yo. Oh my we go way back yo. Since Yokai know he show the flow. Yokai then been had my back yo. Glad I pack mo’, rhymes in verses, than the New York Times has curses, for the Yankees when they lose, let’s go Red Sox, again they snooze. On us, no thank me’s when I’m low, I’m what a don is, Creed indeed. Shoutout Michael B. yo, Lori left, he still succeed. This story crept onto my written, when I pen lit spit it not bitten. My lyrics hittin’, Willie Mays. Even wit’ my silly says. Believe in it, and Paolo Banchero. He showtime like the Apollo, can tear yo. Team apart wit’ art in hoops, A Hype may snipe y’all over loops. Yokai thank you for the feature, from this autistic twisted creature. Bliss has been listed here all along, I have it at last, my future vast, y’all was wrong.

hook (Yokai)

she not lying
stay on line
please don’t kill my vibe
riding in the night
please don’t od
heavy on the codeine
bitch you know me
riding like a witch
nigga you is a bitch

MSCHF SHOES feat a hype prod by realmiketurtle

hope u enjoy

@segadml

prod. siemspark x ayoleybeats

gold digger (w/ $egaDML) [prod. siemspark x ayoleybeats]

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2jz [shinju & taylor morgan]

lyrics:

huh, huh
you a glazer
i'm getting paper, i be balling like the lakers
i put one into his ligament
you know that i did that shit (yuh)
you know that i spin that shit (huh)

roll around the crib get a blunt or a cart
times 10 out of 10, i tell fake bitches apart
i got sins, i got sins they won't get out of my heart
got the bullets out the bin so they never gettin far
my little twin want a benz but shenevergonna start

HAHHAH im not well u can tell bitch im feeling like adele
why u brag about the money u dont got no clientele
yeah you making all these songs but they never gonna sell
oh well oh well okay od
pop them pills in my mouth until i cannot breathe
i don't care what you bout and i don't care what it gon seem
yeah she stole my heart but it's all make believe

huh, huh
you a glazer
i'm getting paper, i be balling like the lakers
i put one into his ligament
you know that i did that shit (yuh)
you know that i spin that shit (huh)

roll around the crib get a blunt or a cart
times 10 out of 10, i tell fake bitches apart
i got sins, i got sins they won't get out of my heart
got the bullets out the bin so they never gettin far
my little twin want a benz but shenevergonna start

HAHHAH im not well u can tell bitch im feeling like adele
why u brag about the money u dont got no clientele
yeah you making all these songs but they never gonna sell
oh well oh well okay od
pop them pills in my mouth until i cannot breathe
i don't care what you bout and i don't care what it gon seem
yeah she stole my heart but it's all make believe

glazer prod vilmyllow

<3 ts took me a bit of time if yall fw it lmk yk i love yall! 

Ts all a freestyle btw! 

iknowyouwantsome

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