MIX BY ME % @yuhnic (all plats)
PROD BY @jvnksie

body - sin2wn %  flud   (jvnksie)

mix by me (all plats)
prods by @user-567577035
@thirtysins @5iinco
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Tell me what's the problem
i can fix like anything tell me what's the problem yuh
its that new nigga that you with baby girl its  the problem
hurry up leave that nigga oo baby you already know who's the one
super inlove with a Cali girl <3 she know she got my heart right
i see that she got a man but I don't care about none of that
I'm not gonna give up on youu
baby you know I'm the one
baby girl stop playing with your food baby just come with me
girl i know that sound so crazy but I'm so being dead ass
come on baby stop fucking with these lames none of these niggas don't got your back right
I KNOW THAT IM DOING TO MUCH BUT IM BEING SO SERIOUS
like baby come over my side  you wont regret it

what's the problem - (stxndos  & 5inco & thirtysins)

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No Trust

Spotify

PAP (prod.custer!)

fashionbih\w yung envy {prod,white}

TreeHomi3&FlowerBoyMark-WhatHappened(prod.@FlowerBoyMark)

let that b rip w BurnerBans(prod.bystoney)#XSC

Lyrics:
(NCC)
[Chorus]
I don't feel the same no more
Shout out wohcq, yeah that's the bro
We spent all this time together, and I still feel like I don't know you
Ask if we gone be forever but I thought that's what I told you
You said that, "I miss the old you."
But the old me is a ghost
Sometimes I just wanna hold you
But I know you might let go
No, I don't wanna let go
I don't wanna feel alone
I can feel it in my soul
That you gone leave me cold

[Verse]
They ain't really fuck with me, that shit was never knew to me
Give 'em the cold shoulder, I don't care if they ain't true to me
I'll do it on my own
Went to sleep with you right by my side
I woke up to you gone
If you end up changing your mind
You can always hit my phone
When I'm up late at night
Just somewhere getting high
I look up at the stars 'cause they remind me of your eyes
All these thoughts in my mind
Feel like im running out of time
It been like that my whole life
Why you act suprised lil' baby, ain't you see all them signs?
Feel like giving up right now, I'm tired of all them damn lies
Stole my heart, yeah that's a love crime
All this rain, like where's the sunshine?
I don't want more time apart, you just got done crying
It's some things that you ain't know

[Chorus]
I don't feel the same no more
Shout out wohcq, yeah that's the bro
We spent all this time together, and I still feel like I don't know you
Ask if we gone be forever but I thought that's what I told you
You said that, "I miss the old you."
But the old me is a ghost
Sometimes I just wanna hold you
But I know you might let go
No, I don't wanna let go
I don't wanna feel alone
I can feel it in my soul
That you gone leave me cold


you just got done crying (prod. candle)

I made this a while ago..!
I don't struggle with these issues stated on the song anymore, I've grown.. Decided I still wanted to release it for those going through what I once went through, understand you're not alone, and it does get better, just try <3

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Conversations

[CHORUS]
I got two hoes on the fence, I can't claim!
Up in my phone, ten hunned bitches I can't name!
I got better swag, then your fuckin' stylist, bitch you lame!
Yeah I'd never sell my soul for some fame!
And I put that on the mother fuckin' gang!
You chasin' them bitches, still learning how to stay!
Keep fallin' like you learning how to skate!

[VERSE 1]
I got many bitches here that don't fuck wit' me!
I been on my solo shit, I can't keep you company!
I ain't on my happy shit, ain't no fag, fuck Whitney!
Only want me for the dick, bitch I fuck silly!
Got the Ricks on the feat, yeah that's willy-nilly!
Ah! Bitch I wanna die for a bit, I take a pilly!
Said she want me for the night, fly her out to Philly!
Huh! Lookin' real nice, eat her out for dinny!

[CHORUS 2]
I got two hoes on the fence, I can't claim!
Up in my phone, ten hunned bitches I can't name!
I got better swag, then your fuckin' stylist, bitch you lame!
Yeah I'd never sell my soul for some fame!
And I put that on the mother fuckin' gang!
You chasin' them bitches, still learning how to stay!
Keep fallin' like you learning how to skate!
  
[VERSE 2]
Ha! Loafers at the prom, I'ma best dressed!
Call me prom king I got the best mistress!
I got many bands, buy my bitch a Vivi dress!
Know I put that shit on like it's Dress to Impress!
My lil bitch gon' poison you she shoot you up wit' lead!
Buy my bitch some new grills, she gimme diamond head!







TreeHomi3&FlowerBoyMark-WhatHappened(prod.@FlowerBoyMark)

TreeHomi3(@Treehomi3)