DXCTXR F - GO AWAY

DXCTXR F - DOOR STUCK!

i heard there's a balm chillin' up in gilead ❤

lyrics: https://genius.com/Lotscast-gilead-lyrics

@rakaokra

GILEAD (prod. OKRA)

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og cover: https://www.pinterest.jp/pin/2462974788959466/

g hao x DXCTXR F - Watch 'Em Fall

body bags inside of my house 
You know it’s  god that I denounce 
I hear you sneakin like a mouse 
I’ll hunt you down and find yo route
I’m the bone collector 
See me with yo eye receptors 
I’m only the  demon that you fester 
Aim right down with my Winchester 
I’m stealing the cadavers  
Of these motherfuckin rappers
Kill em all wrapped up in wrappers
All this liftin make my back hurt
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death 
Im seeing all these fuckin crackheads just smokin on meth
Scrapper got this creepin right up in yo fuckin face 
I will  kill the human race
Billets clap with the bass 
Say goodbye to yo face
Hit yo eyes with mase
Runnin to the top  this shit is a motherfucking race
Here’s a taste 
Of the lead 
Ima pop yo fuckin head

Bone Collector

LilHustled x TrashJitMP3 - Pillow Talk (prod. DXCTXR F)

w DXCTXR F - ESK

LISTEN ON SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/track/6uZYMhDSMf11WzPSah8zNh?si=972d11f86e174414

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ABE - https://www.instagram.com/weejit69?igsh=anB1aGk0aWl1MXZx

ABE SC - https://on.soundcloud.com/sGmMyQWRjBC4goTh7

LYRICS

Hit bro make him levitate
Rock a punk ho any day
I am on the back porch sipping on sum’ lemonade

Hit bro make him levitate
Rock a punk ho any day
I am on the back porch sipping on sum’ lemonade

Stay sipping on lemonade i’m high as fuck i’m with my twinz
I’m like 3 hits off a blunt and im with my girl she make me spin
You can play it safe or catch a buck to the chin
Trashjit not the one to fuck with he gon disappear into the wind

(break)

Don’t know why you talking you’d rather go play it safe
These bullets gonna be booming from the glock im gonna go catch a case
You can keep on chasing women while i take mine for a date
Fuck all my exes and my o’s bitch i be making this pape 

You know Trashjit getting paid
Making money getting laid 
I be on my knees and i be praying- for better days

Hit bro make him levitate
Rock a punk ho any day
I am on the back porch sipping on sum lemonade

LEMONADE

TRASHJITMP3 - LEMONADE (PROD. ABE)

https://soundcloud.com/boy-boi-547750192

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lyrics: 
I know you high off that feeling
If you wanna chill then let me know
Make it real so we could do something
We never done before

Get into spots that were off limits
Gotta commit it to get it we never diminish
Demanding penance for transgression
Learned my lesson, baby stressin’
Ain’t testing the waters, you gon’ feel tense
And much hotter, let me up the ante, no more prancing
Things you can’t see, they gon’ be revealed
Ranting, but you pique my fancy
Gon’ sweep you right off your heels

Make it real, make it real
Don’t you fake it I’ll never heal
Keeping you locked right inside
I’m sitting down, you’re right beside
My body, go ahead and do
The things that you were meant to do
You got me sicker than the flu
If you are there then I am too

I don’t pay no mind to what your friends gon’ think of me

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NOVUS - GET ME SICK (PROD. 66SLUSH)

[Intro – slow cigar puff FX, muted jazz sample playing under bass]
Can’t stress… when you made from smoke.
Can’t lose… when you forget the score.
Look around —
That’s proof.

[Verse 1 – calm, slick delivery]
Cigar burnin’ like I never been rushed
Whiskey neat, ice lookin’ too plush
Couch deep, jacket like a gold sermon
Velvet moves, whole aura determined

Everybody in the room got style
Even my driver dressed hostile
Shorty on silk, glass in her grip
Talks too sweet, but I let that slip

Mirror got fog from the weight of the air
Smell like wealth, cut through with stare
I ain’t thinkin’ — I just breathe
Mind like the ice: slow, clean, and free

[Hook – hypnotic and minimal]
I don’t think, I don’t try
I just pour, I just fly
Couch so deep, I touch sky
Room so thick, I feel high

Cloudy god — built from vice
Life too sweet, don’t need advice
Drip too loud, can’t wear it twice
Hoes too fine, can’t pick a wife

[Verse 2 – even colder, more spaced out]
Shoes from Milan, mind from Mars
I count sins like I count cigars
Ashtray full of regrets I skipped
Bottle on chill like my last few flips

Phones off — I don’t check the fake
She leaned in, said “you move like fate”
I said “nah… just boredom and grace”
Then blew smoke in her pretty face

Whole clique dressed like we own the moon
Big rings, soft laughs, backlit room
Talkin’ deals like they talk about brunch
I don’t eat — I devour at lunch

[Hook – repeat w/ new tone underneath]
I don’t think, I don’t try
I just pour, I just fly
Couch so deep, I touch sky
Room so thick, I feel high

Cloudy god — built from vice
Life too sweet, don’t need advice
Drip too loud, can’t wear it twice
Hoes too fine, can’t pick a wife

[Bridge – low filtered voice, almost a whisper]
This ain't effort, it’s essence
This ain't luck, it’s leverage
This ain’t flex —
It’s fact.

[Outro – smoke hiss, fading jazz loop]
They ask what I want.
I say...
This already is the want.

#RnB #AltRnB #SoundCloudRnB #NeoSoul #SlowJam #VibeMusic #EmotionalBeats #FutureRnB #UndergroundRnB #RONU


JUST POUR

Featuring: @teddyslugz
Mixed/Mastered by: @normanbased
Cover by: @/vibemalls on Instagram
www.instagram.com/vibemalls
SPOTIFY LINK: https://open.spotify.com/album/5TQmOgXnqj9OVVnMQBhQMC?si=jtUth7J5Q2i_a-KMEAd9qw&dl_branch=1
Lyrics:

(Hook, RIPVANN)
Coolin makin beats
Buss it- Buss it on repeat
Sucka you can try to cheat
You'll never get the best of me
Buss- Bust it

(Verse 1, RIPVANN)
Always in my fuckin feels
But I gotta keep it real
Neva eva fuckin show
Emotion to any hoes
Kick it - Kick it in my room
Filled with - Filled with fuckin gloom
Only feelin betta when I'm stompin bitches with my boots
Bitch I don't got no friends cause I stay on the internet
Hear you runnin yo mouth, now yo execution is imminent
Hoe you put this on yoself 
Now I gotcha skull on my shelf
No you can not fuckin touch me, cause you know
That I just be- 

(Hook)

(Verse 2, Teddy Slugz:)
Bitch you wanna test? 
I will make a fuckin mess
Spit a fat track, for sec
Take it to the chest
If I smoke a fat Blunt, keep me hella geeked
If I fall asleep, had a dream I fuckin tweaked
Big butt in my face, Imma slap it like a bass
Keep up with the pace, and we winnin every race
Feel it in my feet, Better listen when I freak
I can tell a sucka cheap, fuckin weak
And I'm-

(Hook)

SPOTIFY

BUSSIT (feat. TEDDY SLUGZ) [prod. RIPVANN]

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