Halloween Kills - Hunters Moon (End Credits Version).mp3

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"SKATE FREESTYLE (PROD. NATE AUX)" TRACK 1 FROM SILHOUETTES & PROPORTIONS AN ALBUM BY NED, THE KOALA
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SKATE FREESTYLE (PROD. NATE AUX)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah) (Let's go!) (Woah) (Fast-paced, all the time, yeah, yeah)
(One, two, three, ayy!)

[Chorus]
Too much ice, drip, drip, wrist on froze, flip, flip
Bad lil’ vibe, thick, thick, tatted up, lit, lit
She don’t text him back, she wit’ me, handspin
Told her slide, she brought a friend — now it’s a win-win (Let’s go!)
I don’t need no trends, I make my lane
Can’t hold my keys, can’t ride my wave
Countin’ that green like a slot arcade
I been on tilt, they stuck on phase
Talk tough, then that beam go blaze (brrrah!)
Switch lanes in a matte-black Wraith (skrrt!)
Wrist game like a storm got rage
She bounce on it like she got no brakes (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Jet lagged, movin’ too fast (too fast)
Racks in a duffel, can’t fold that (racks)
Chrome on the belt with a full mag (click)
Hunnid on the dash and I won't lag (woah)
She said she love me, I ghost that
Don’t do the cuff, I ain’t fold back
One-night flex, yeah, I told that
Then I hit delete on the whole chat (bloop)
My wrist got mood swings, watch bipolar
Too many chips in my bank, need a folder
New designer tags, it look like a folder
She tryna climb, but I’m way more colder (ice)
I just be ridin’ on beats like a soldier
Glocky on waist, and I move like a broker
Don’t test me, I got range like a Rover
Turn a big mouth to a light show closer (Pow!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Backpack full with sticks and stacks (sticks)
Chain so loud, it talkin’ back (talkin’)
She wanna slide, I told her match
Now she wanna flip — acrobat (woah)
All of my dogs got vibes on attack
Yeah, we go up and we never go back
I’m in the zone and I’m thumbin’ through racks
I might go dumb and then double it back (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Too much ice, drip, drip, wrist on froze, flip, flip
Bad lil’ vibe, thick, thick, tatted up, lit, lit
She don’t text him back, she wit’ me, handspin
Told her slide, she brought a friend — now it’s a win-win (Let’s go!)
I don’t need no trends, I make my lane
Can’t hold my keys, can’t ride my wave
Countin’ that green like a slot arcade
I been on tilt, they stuck on phase
Talk tough, then that beam go blaze (brrrah!)
Switch lanes in a matte-black Wraith (skrrt!)
Wrist game like a storm got rage
She bounce on it like she got no brakes (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
(PMO Music)
Louis my scent, I float through the lobby (woo)
VV’s glowin’ like lights on a Audi
She think I’m sweet — I'm not no toffee
Told her “chill,” now she wanna call me (brring)
I don’t do hugs, I don’t do sorry
I’m in the lab like Rick and Morty
Mixin’ that splash like it's alchemy (woah)
I been the flame, can’t douse on me
Shawty too wild, got tricks up her sleeve (yuh)
I pop out clean like a fresh white tee
Told me I'm toxic, I sip my tea
She still gon’ ride with no ID (woah)
Whole lotta bills like I won a sweep
My girl got drip like she run the sea
Back of the ‘Bach, she under me
I keep it locked, no company (Let’s go!)

[Outro]
Ten toes down, I never bent
Trophies stackin’ like it's rent
Stay in the cut, but still content
Yeah

Win-Win [Prod. PMO Music]

prod b9 n shotti

n she wna live a dream 
u kno i cnt come 
velvet heart, canary sheets 
n silver handguns 
dirty knots inside my jeans 
my btch a ragdoll
cry mascara tears
die inside my castle

like a bad bitch 
selfies on my IG 
fuck urr bf 
he tryna b like me
light got myy skin burning 
need to rip my flesh out 
sooo annoying
ths btch got me stressd out

uree a side kick 
this boy straight filler 
i got vices 
she got lip filler 
these boys shooting trillers
get ur life together 
i trust no beater
she’ll fail a lie detector

do you think of me at all
bcz u live inside my head 
love notes pinned along my walls 
messages i never sent 
wishing we cld get along 
skeletons under my bed 
turn your corpse into my doll 
drown my body in your flesh

n she wna live a dream 
u kno i cnt come 
velvet heart, canary sheets 
n silver handguns 
dirty knots inside my jeans 
my btch a ragdoll
cry mascara tears
die inside my castle

like a bad bitch 
selfies on my IG 
fuck urr bf 
he tryna b like me
light got myy skin burning 
need to rip my flesh out 
sooo annoying
ths btch got me stressd out

i dnt go outside
its not surprising 
keep on hitting my type beats 
ull never b like me
staring straight into FL 
this shit making my eyes bleed 
off the molly like excel 
getting checks jst like nike

im stalking my page 
obsessed with this img 
its so unrealistic 
delusional
keep chasing statistics 
you have no real achievements
is it just me who thinks its delusional

n she wna live a dream 
u kno i cnt come 
velvet heart, canary sheets 
n silver handguns 
dirty knots inside my jeans 
my btch a ragdoll
cry mascara tears
die inside my castle

like a bad bitch 
selfies on my IG 
fuck urr bf 
he tryna b like me
light got myy skin burning 
need to rip my flesh out 
sooo annoying
ths btch got me stressd out

PULL DEEP (Prod. qpkris)

TredKidd (OG)