DEVILISH TRIO - GHOST STORIES rmx

Nun 2 Prove Freestyle

AT THE GAME. WITH THE GUN. I'M FEELING LIKE GILBERT AREN'

PRODUCED BY 10VUT

--- lyrics ---

Yeah
Twin glocks, double switches
Big racks, badder bxtches
Find me at the mall, find them in ditches
Yeah, Billie Jean yeah?
But they my sons, huh?
Balmain jeans yeah, with 2 guns huh?
Fxck u mean, bxtch? I'm the one
From the gutter, from the block, from the slums, yeah
I put X, I put molly on her tongue, yeah
Crushin' 30s, breathe it in till you numb, yeah
I just heard the money call here I come
Big hunids, drippin' the hardest u seen
Celine, gun in my jeans, Celine
Bout to fxck up these racks, Seren'
I just murdered that bxtch, Selin'
At the game, with the guns, I be feelin' like Gilbert Aren'
I'm taking your bxtch like that bxtch just a rental or something
I slain the bird
Gotta 2 door wrist, chain sitting in piss
Gotta take they money. can't take they word
Fxckin' her once cuz she left me on read
But she all on my dxck cuz she watchin' me splurge
Big guns, I don't give a fxck who heard (BLAT)
Fxck 12, never fold
Married? never, too much hoes
I been with them demons, yeah I think I sold my soul
Find me at the mall (YEAH)
I'm fxckin' that bxtch off a perc'
Spending $1200 a shirt
Yeah, 500 bxtches I hit
Can't name one that I miss
Yeah, sharing new bright ideas
Its all on the neck and wrist
Big guns, I don't give a fxck who heard (BLAT)
Twin glocks, double switches
Big racks, badder bxtches
MARKET CRA$H, still run up digits
Find me at the mall, u find them in ditches

$LAIN

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$LAIN

MARKET CRA$H

MARKET CRA$H (x 10VUT)

oh you aint know city girlz been around? 
MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW https://youtu.be/BurIwTiJbzY?si=oFG2bp39TmdaNAII

City Girlz

City Girlz (p. AlmostNoon) [Music Video In Description]

De Bell Road (prod. Curtes)

lyrics

done with dim litted
rooms i hit the bulb 
then darkness

having fun at writing dooms
in deathnotes i am harmless

never had much growing up
i stabbed a carcass 

played with crime scenes
threw a body in the garbage

I’m a cyber punk 
buying that skunk 
spraying my tag on iversons 
and I strive on crumbs 
and I’m not dumb 
wearing a mask for viruses 
ima smash this rum 
poison not fun
weather sun burst like ibanez 
and I stand by trust 
and I respect love 
I was raised by 
drugs and violence 
and my heart go bum da bum da bump da bump bump
I don’t fuck with hoes 
and loser dumb drunks 
and I been that one 
that you can count on 
and I been that one 
that you could mouth off.
and head go blah da blah 
da blah da blah blah
I don’t fuck with cops 
and greedy outlaws 
And I been that one
that’s tame and allowed
And I been that one 
That you should look out

RED LIGHT
DARK NIGHT 
AND THESE DUMMIES CANT FIGHT
BAD LIFE
MIGHT BITE
AND IM SIPPING BLOOD RIGHT
DEADITE ON SIGHT 
RIP THEM OPEN
MIDNIGHT
CANT DIE WONT LIE
I BEEN EATING DEAD GUYS


and there I was
singing my song 
then I’m not very immaculate 
gonna drink this blood
hitting my bong
talking my shit 
like an activist 
gonna buy a gun
feeling so gone 
hurting myself like
A masochist 
And I hate these bums
y’all are no fun
you are so square 
like madison 


AINT NICE
LOW LIFE
DANCE IN 
DEVILS MOONLIGHT
AINT RIGHT 
VAMP LIFE
DRINKING BLOOD
TO GET HIGH
BED TIME
NIGHT LIGHT
AND THEYRE 
BEGGING ME WHY
I BITE BAD LIFE
HEARING BODIES
SCREAM CRY

done with dim litted
rooms i hit the bulb 
then darkness

having fun at writing dooms
in deathnotes i am harmless

never had much growing up
i stabbed a carcass 

played with crime scenes
threw a body in the garbage

silent hill 2

Unforgiven

𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰.𝙸.

InnerFACE (prod. v!pex)

Stream whisper - Live:
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/66JO8WL2vB8zjlBiYMXkJs?si=ae2f160232eb45a3
YouTube: https://youtu.be/GBRhHBY7Ws4
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/song/whisper-live/1821647557

Lyrics: (verse) 
about a million things
that i couldn't say myself

a lot of promises 
that were meant to be broken
if you followed through
i wouldn't be so hopeless
incomplete
i'm incomplete this week
can't seem to shake 
the feelings off me
they come in waves
and i speak softly
can't vouch myself
stuck in zero gravity
just please, listen to me

(bridge) 
i'm not doing well x4
not doing well

(verse)
they say they understand but they can't relate
i'm a shell of myself and you're so lame
everybody got problems 

they say everybody got problems
can't handle mine
got a shitty ass grip 
on this brain of mine
need to factory reset
this brain of mine

(outro) 
can you tell?
i'm not doing well

Live Version Vocals Mixed By Cxrter:
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Studio Vocals Mixed By Nicolas Sales:
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YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@NicolasSales

Meaning Behind The Lyrics: https://genius.com/Sufferplenty-whisper-lyrics

for features and any other inquires email
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we're all suffering, you're not alone.

whisper - Live (Prod. Nicolas Sales)

Lyrical hip hop masterpiece. Split lickedy.

Split Lickedy

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Grrrah!) (Wooh!) (Yuh!) (Let's get it!) (Blah!) (Dumb as fuck!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Boom!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Scratch!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Brrt-brrt!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Skrrt!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Pop, pop, loose!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

[Verse 1]
Pop a bean, get dumb — call me Harvard reject (Yeah!)
Told the plug "bring five," he brought six — respect! (Pow!)
Flew a ho to Pluto, made her walk back, check (Facts!)
Sippin’ syrup thicker than a Popeye's neck (Lean!)
Got a stick in my boot, like I'm fightin' Shrek (Shrek!)
Bitch talk crazy, I just auto-correct (Auto!)
Gun go bang like it’s watchin' the Net (Boom!)
You talk online, but in person — a pet (Meow!)
I got a stripper named Bible, she blessed (Holy!)
Shot him at the spa, now he gettin' a rest (Zzz)
I don't aim legs, I go straight for the chest (Boom-boom!)
Make a niga moonwalk, hit him with finesse (Hee-hee!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bad bitch ugly, but she good at her job (Facts!)
Gave her ten racks just to slob on my knob (Woo!)
I don't need friends, I just mob with my mob (Mob!)
You gon' need God if you pull up and rob (Pow!)
(Yeah) (Boom) (Bitch) (Run it!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Skrrrah!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Click-clack!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Ha!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Like vroom!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot, shoot, shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Smile!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Damn!)

[Verse 2]
My choppa bilingual, it speak “rat-tat” and “Boom” (Boom!)
Scope so big, I could zoom in on the moon (Sniper!)
Bitch from the bay got more bass than a tune (Yeah!)
F&N turn a pussy boy into a cartoon (Flat!)
Dick so long, she just bowed like “thanks” (Haha!)
Shooter on point, made ‘em dance in his shanks (Two-step!)
Pulled up to church with a TEC in my pants (Clack!)
Pastor look scared — now we all doin' pranks (Oops!)
Got a Glock named TikTok, it count down slow (Tick... tick...)
When it go off, man the whole block glow (Glow!)
He was tough on the net, now he missin' his show (Gone!)
Try to box me? Niga, I fight with a pole (Boom!)

[Bridge]
Blowin' loud pack while she lickin' on toes (Woo!)
Money so long, it got legs like a hose (Drip!)
I don't kiss bitches, I just pass 'em to bros (Skrrt!)
We don't play tag, we just shoot — then we ghost (Ghost!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (BOOM!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Erase him!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Yuh!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Run it up!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, boom!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

DEVILISH TRIO - GHOST STORIES rmx

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