Breakup

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Lyrics

HOOK

So its pap pap pap
on the floor lets go
i dont hold back
to the trap we roll
got a trunk fulla bass
and a click fulla kings
send a car to the place
cuz we goin to tha race
we own light this bitch
aint no problem when the play gets hit
aint no laws in the trap
full on combat
when we push that shit
you know that it is on
where yall money?
aint no lag in the play still gunnin
I dont know if you fuckin want it
Duval county yea they bang em
Back low
stack on the flow
milly in the pack till the practice gold
so they run to the bass
keep on track to the pace
tell the bitch throw the money in the bag like bass like ohhhh
Hitta reacts with a Glock to the hollow
No backs in the flag we can go tho
hit a mother fucker laughin when i go
cuz it grinds in the bag
we can smash it to the floor tho
runnin on a mother fucker never stoppin now
we never gonna give a minute
if you wanna come and get it 
we can go
we can glow
you can go
we can show
we get low
with the bat
we can make you know
I know with a day like this
money in the air get a boatload piff
To the Mother fuckers oh I got it.
you know that we all the hottest
no reason now
aint not stoppin put it down
when I run this mother fucker
name that shit
this is my town

HOOK

stupid MF talkin shit about me
aint no thang if ya cant goalie
hide  ya chain if ya talking bout me 
MF I know with the King, Holy
so i go back on
I am him
If you want it bitch im in
We dont play no games with a punk MF
better trade them thangs
if I run this pistol in the air
with a crash to the grass
when you come to the floor
could ya fill up ya glass?
I dont feel no pain
when you cover them thangs
with a brass for the cash we own this thang
oh oh
finna fina go
if ya wanna come and get it bitches better know
I dont see a mf commin at me
got the glasses on 
ray charles to the bullshit boom ohhh
Blast with the drama mf come and get it
so i hit it solid cover mf know i get it
now we back on the track jet black caddilac oh no no
put it back
cuz im TKO
do you want this shit
who you want right now
LOUD yea thats me
mf talkin shit with a bet like this
we can run to the ship with a drank getting lifted like
oh no yea he didnt know
hit em with a pistol when we jumpin let it go
i dont wanna drop lookin back to the top
we can pop like a shot
straight to the glock like 
Hannible animal
fat fat for the cannible
eyes to drop jaws
send it back to the mandible
I dont stop, you know we praise the glock
and its all about the money bitch whats up?

C.R.E.A.M

Silver Bullet (the reason)

Molly

Twerk Go Wit It

Lyrics and hook written by Jeremy Compton
Hook performed by Ryan Kirby. 


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LBLS Hook

So many bitches Ft. Killz

Welcome to the south ft. BRUZA, and SONIC

Love(outyourmind)

CFC Cypher Verse

{Preview of the new single Way Back}
Mastering and mixing by Ryan Kirby
 Backing vocals Ryan Kirby
Written By Jay Compton

Way Back

Yung Gwalla - Work Ft. I Tha Prophet

Punks Gone Crunk (Remix) by Death of a Battery... feat.Throwdown KID!

Little Boy Blue

BrandonBurn-Candy Ft Throwdown KID

Northern lights ok

A preview from the upcoming album, "Southern Dialect".

Loaded (preview)

Messages *New Single*

Captivate

This is halloween sample....

were on another planet, getting fucked up like the rest of em.
now we're movin back aint no one here, we're the best of em
so hear what we sayin till the roofs closing in
we some dirty mothers till the room starts to spin
we get em down, put em up.... we do it till we're upside down.
no one came to stop us now, cuz now we know we run this town.
we're intergalactic mother fucking dirty freak shows
let the vampires bore down on the free throw
3 point shot shut the clocks down and stomp em
cuz no ones got just what we got you know we fucking rockem dropem sockem 
like some robots on the inter web, and now we're dead from the violence 
mother fucking bloodshed

So DANGER DANGER were callin all freaks were callin all freaks
So DANGER DANGER were callin all freaks callin all freaks now

back in the game with a pocket full of pills
dont ask her cuz the bitch aint real
i dont give a good god damn what you say
ima do it now, ima do it everyday
if you wanna get it better step right now
ima bad mother fucker know i run this town
better step up Mr. TKO know we shut em down like OH OH OH

DANGER DANGER were callin all freaks were callin all freaks
So DANGER DANGER were callin all freaks callin all freaks now

darth vader instigator time is overrated 
is the killer still a villain if the feelin is appealing huh?
pop another pill get fucked up show your skill  
this is what we do know we keep it real... 
keep it darker from the blood stains on our hands 
i dont wanna play girl i hate this dance
rainbows drip wet cop another feel its been set... 


Dance Floor Drug Fiends (final Mix)

"i said do you hear me now 1 2 3 4"
back it up you wanted it
the game you call
im feeling it
now light it up
we smoke it up
and we blaze it high
and we fill the cup
and i know the game 
we stomp em out
we kill em all
no time to doubt
no time to sweat 
no time to play
we run it now
now todays the day
we run this shit no stoppin now that we burn it down to the fucking ground
and you talk that shit, you push me round, and ima knock your ass on the fucking ground
established it, you can accomplish this, you aint leaving this, we breathing this.
we heating it, while your eating it, we feeding you, you dreaming of this, no cheif in this 
and we creeping on, you fallin off and we hoppin on. you ambient, Mr officer. no time to run 
so we bring it on. so we bring the guns, and you sneak and run. we straight compete, 
you scared of me. no Heat to Heat, we show the teeth, now let the fucking lion eat!

dont call me no, no lunatic. i think it out, no time to spit. no larger dose of reality. no fuckin lie. you sold to me. now look at what you brought to me, something had to give and i guess its me..so god damn are you listening, now shut your mouth its happening. and get the feeling the fillin me with this bitter fuckin flavor. savior, behavior. Mayday with an AK. aim it at their faces. lets pray for the game to chase us. mother fuckin children hoppin off the bass line, lay waste. hearts inflamed into the tops of the building. this aint the real thing, but we can fake the feeling. yea you seem to say it meant a million fuckin words. but we all know that ya fake  hard for saving face so lets say it was a lie i believed.  it tastes like metal trapped between the gum line hidden in your own lies. you know that your tongue tied. you stupid bitch i dont lie. hold the rope and lie down, welcome to my fucking town.
i cut it up and you play the roll.
i snort it up and you start to fold.
its 911 on the telephone
He outta breath and we bout to go.
drop him off at the Texaco
swerve all night we never know.
whos watchin us we gotta grind
you tell us all the fucking time 
gotta stop this shit before you pay the price
well i dont give a damn, we roll the dice
we play the odds, and we chock it up to luck
and fuck it up, twist a jay up in the streetlight.
play another tune. while i party in the spot light.
the fuck should I do?
as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
i wont fear a mother fucker cuz there aint none left
thats realer than i am. I am on another planet, yes i am.
and if ya want it, it'll cost a grand in the pocket. drop a locket let it go.
i dont give a damn boy cuz i run the show.
so flip a 50 come and get me. faggot let me know.
if you realer than i am then we should fucking go!
savior, behavior. Mayday with an AK. aim it at their faces. lets pray for the game to chase us. mother fuckin children hoppin off the bass line, lay waste. hearts inflamed into the tops of the building. this aint the real thing, but we can fake the feeling. yea you seem to say it meant a million fuckin words. but we all know that ya fake hard for saving face so lets say it was a lie i believed.  it tastes like metal trapped between the gum line hidden in your own lies. you know that your tongue tied. you stupid bitch i dont lie. hold the rope and lie down, welcome to my fucking town.







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