cant.mp3

woosah remix

###MCLARENMOB

они switch как nintendo
racks стали больше 
чем я мог представить это
раньше них вшарил за мету

hey hey hey 
дайте мне препарат еще
hey hey hey
потерял глок есть два еще
(дала) дала head нужно some more
woah woah woah 
высокий snapchat score
твоя hoe она freak hoe
дальний ship
худи от GLO
лцу на те fasho
i cant miss теперь fasho
number nine clo

(menace get bands!)

hey (bitch)  hey hey 
дайте мне препарат еще
hey hey hey
потерял глок есть два еще
(дала) дала head нужно some more
woah woah woah 
высокий snapchat score
твой brain пробит(пробит)
no scope bih(no scope bih)
stop dis shit
бро ты пытался, gg
ha, боллю как miami heat на них
она мне говорит как (как?)
не могу stop
даже на знак(даже на знак)
я сделал blowjob как osa ma
я стрельнул в него это stick up

gg (prod.ydustin)

featuring @Элвис!
produced by titothesecond

YUNG TITO x elvis! [prod me]

My Own Way

closed (warheart)

produced by titothesecond

Lyrics:
Got a knife on this fucking pole
Run up to my place then imma blow
Heard a bang on the fucking door
Feds boutta raid jump out window
In the bank feel like im at home
Lining up the snow
Her nose full of blow
Drowning out my woes
More depressed then Poe
But i gotta know
Finally counting dough
Boutta fucking blow

Letting you know baby that u gotta save me
U don’t fucking need me
If my cash dries up would yo ass leave me
Let my loaf rise up now my ass yeasty
Getting all this cheese tell me where the fucking brie
Baby we having sex let’s go make scene
Bottle of tec let’s go have a dream
I’m relapsing on the lean
Now i’m shining on y’all 
I’m a big star
Motherfuckers told me i won’t make far
Had no motivation i was lazy life had no light 
Then i realized had to screw in my own bulb

Got a knife on this fucking pole
Run up to my place then imma blow
Heard a bang on the fucking door
Feds boutta raid jump out window
In the bank feel like im at home
Lining up the snow
Her nose full of blow
Drowning out my woes
More depressed then Poe
But i gotta know
Finally counting dough
Boutta fucking blow

Give a fuck about opinions imma only listen to me
Imma count up all these millions while the lean fizzling
Body shots with the siggy leave yo spleen sizzling
And i’m smoking on this ciggy steady contemplating
Where i’m at yuh
Well imma blow yeah
Imma blow yeah

Imma Blow

Produced by Titothesecond

Lyrics - 
Feds done found my chopper
Wasn’t me ur honor
Put a milli on her yuh
Covered in designer yuh
If u really stand on bidness then come get yo dollars yuh
yuh yuh
Been a min since i poured a four now im slump man
Give a fuck bout who y’all roll y’all all lil man
Money longer than a pole Yao Ming man
yuh yuh

(I’m so) High a motherfucker can’t feel his face
U gon die if u don’t get put in yo place
Put him in the dirt
In the kitchen whippin work
With yo bitch she make it twerk
Shoot at feet i make u jerk
Now i’m balling like i’m Dirk
Moving birds like im Hurts
Repping birds like im Lamar boy u yapping like u Perk yuh

Rings on me Lebron but this pinky ain’t no mickey
Now i feel like Tron put on shades make the bitches scream
Tito baby, these hoes love me
Tito fucking all these hoes like no other
Might just pull up to yo crib where yo fucking mother
Now im the dad who stepped up boy its time for supper

Waiter ring up champagne, another one
In the club with gold chain and a hidden gun
Really dumb to cause me pain boy i’ll give u sum
Pull up with a pffft, use your own words
Girl u know im never sober im in my own world
Girl i got these jeans from dover, don’t know what you heard

Bosnian Babytron i’m boutta drop
50 bullets like u Phoenix got me feeling like Luka Don
Easy buckets on these females got me feeling like Kelly O
Fine milk, British ho, gave me head like cheerio
Got these racks don’t need them tho
Got this mac i squeeze it tho
Run this block from a to z you see my ass u leaving ho
Bet a motherfucker try to take what i working for
Bitch just watch ur mouth, talking to the Don, take it easy ho

Bosnian Babytron

Production by Titothesecond and Ehund0

Lyrics-
Man fuck having a blue chest man that shit hurt
I fw it in the moment tho ngl

Will Smith im getting jiggy on em
Scratch that im getting slappy on it

Touch you like P Diddy 
Touch you like Josh Giddey

Hold on my fault thats a lil too crazy
Excuse my manners

Rolling up some weed
Rolling with a freak
Shawty gave me cool neck now her ass cant breathe 
Shawty gave me blue chest biting on my teet (meow)
Counting all these blue checks boutta buy a jeep (furry)
Shawty want a necklace
Ass came from Texas
Tired of the texting 
Just give me sex bitch
Pussy wanna take my shit
Shoot u like a Mexican
Double dot ambidextrous 
All the time i’m flexing 

Elliott: Tito, why yo chest so blue
Must hurt
Couldn’t be me

Doctor prescribed me percs
Smoke a bowl go to work
Pastor bought the groceries, might slide in that bitch go to church
Tito and me, OKC
Go ahead, call up tech
Kicking shit at Broadway
Imma spend my whole checks
On the baddest bitches all I ask was the neck
Bitch gave me blue chest
Hit it for hour, told her did my best
But u gotta go, oh i love my beauty rest
College, parks, and rec, that a RPA
Kinda like Tee Grizzley but thats D to the A

Balling like im Willy
Playing with my willy as well 
Cover that bitch with my kiddy’s
Ah hell, choppa on yo ass i ain’t kidding 
For sale, yo bitch selling pussy no limit
Oh hell, tired of these frauds no ribbit
Whole bail, blowing hella smoke no chimney
Four of quail, drink the whole cup up no kizzy
High as hell, too quiet can’t spit no rizzy 
But i still fuck her raw
Nutting in her jaw
Pull up with the fah
Make it go grah grah grah
Got silly money yeah ha ha ha
Got hella money haa ahhh
Ahh ahh

Bitch gave me head on the road
Road, road, road, road
(If he’s in there)
(And ur right here)
U already know the whole Broadway in the stu right now
Im sippin on that Jose
No Luke shit tho
(Then whos in there)

Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Yeah I fucked that bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Yeah that bitch is a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick
Yeah I fucked her in the Ritz, Ritz, Ritz
Fuck all this man, give me a sip of that shit
(Here you go homie)

Studied for my classes
All the finals that i pass
Dave’s Hot Chicken
Letting out all the gasses
Done told u 5 times bitch give me back my glasses
Fuck you Makayla
Swear to God (fuck that ho)

Shawty so bad imma slap her ass
Where my bag i gotta count my cash
I pity u boy u got no racks
Face a whole wood still got more gas
Fuck all that fake shit
My homie boutta break shit
We all on insane shit
Real mob gang shit
Tits real big i knew her back hurting
Only getting dick i ain’t buying no Burkin
Bitch wanna Burkin better get to working
Real mob shit we’ll leave you ass hurtin
Leave yo ass hurtin

Ahh, ahh, Choppa make u ahh
Flaw, feel like Lucki im flawless
From the Lou where its lawless
Ive been trapping in the projects
Yuhh, shawty biting gave me blue chest
I’m just counting up my blue checks

Elliott: Damn tito u did it again
Mason: Broadway free, bitch

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