sick

prod zuex

was just up in the club shawty like where do we go?
she only love me cause i'm rich and young i'm proper fosho
where i grew up people would kill another
just for a buck man what the fuck?
i remember counting chips for next month
my brothers traumatized i know it cause my mom found his glock
wish he had more fun with me and not with those junkie fucks
cause i had brothers that were hunnid just for them to switch up
gave him a phone with 50 calls a day "u gotta pick up"
bro told me moving bricks was easy, get us bands quick as fuck
love is all that we got, so why the fuck go to war
just tryna roll my weed up and kick my feet up
ay this is just to show you i'll always run it up
x2

Junkie Fucks Prod Zuex

so emo song i found in my flps prod luvpurp

fragile ft. mental prod me

wiiiings (dep4rted)

When I wake Up bitch I roll Up
Walk in, I got New Prada loafers   
Walk Out, Bitches Want me for the Coca 
Step into The Store Kbaby gotta #BallOut    

FuckedUp In the backseat Of the Taxi   
Cocaine White when I pull Up to the Party 
I Remember last Year when they Wouldn't @ me
Now I'm backstage with My Bros, I got Nosebleeds (╥ ་། ╥)
Turn Up, for the Night
Pink 10's & Bacardi
Man I Love to Flex
My bitch Pretty Like a Barbie
Long Nights
Percocets and Oxy
I been off Them Drugs, Bitch I'm movin' like a Zombie 
🧟🧟🧟

Where The fuck was you?
I was In the Mud where The fuck Was you?
Turned their backs
But that's Nothing New  
I never Thought That you'd Switch up Too

When I wake Up bitch I roll Up
Walk in, I got New Prada loafers  
Walk Out, Bitches Want me for the Coca 
Step into The Store Kbaby gotta Ball Out 

#ThankYou

 

Thank You (prod. okmax yuko)

Prod Jorko
Ft. Farella

Lyrics:
Uh I remember being so Broke
Spend all of my Guala on Dope n Coke
Prada out Doing the most on a Roll I shoot my shot no scope Reload
Everyday Depressed Thinking bout a Rope Damn I'm just a Mess n I lost all Hope
Sleeping on the Floor Man it is so Cold that's why i Woke up n I'm Fully Clothed
with Prada I ain't never talking Nada
Beat the pussy Up like it's a Pinata
Slice it up damn she Got Cake Katana
Got so much Blow man This shit Grenada
I got my Robe on N i Just got out of the Sauna
Baby I ain't ever Shy with the Salsa
Vivienne I put that shit on my Mama

(Farella)
I put this shit on my mama
She wanna fuck with a baller
She want the cash, she want the dollars
She with farella so now she with Prada
She wanna fuck, she want a daughter
Billie Jean, i’m not the father
I’m flying, I race in a charger
No breaks, i push in a foreign

I don’t wanna hear your track, lil bitch, that shit too boring
I’m sick still pouring
Still born,
in the club,
I’m dying
She wanna know

Counting up cash, please don’t play with my time
Winter and Summer, she stay on my mind
We in the sky and I’m fly like a kite
Tell me I’m one of a kind

Tell me how she want the fast lane
Smoking on gas got the propane
I’m making it rain, champagne
We not the same look at my chain

I’m tryna tell you i’m fine
Don’t worry about me, lil bitch you dying
Don’t worry about me, don’t worry about me (Oh)
Don’t worry about me (Oh)

Uh I remember being so Broke
Spend all of my Guala on Dope n Coke
Prada out Doing the most on a Roll I shoot my shot no scope Reload
Everyday Depressed Thinking bout a Rope Damn I'm just a Mess n I lost all Hope
Sleeping on the Floor Man it is so Cold that's why i Woke up n I'm Fully Clothed

DOPE&COKE FT. FARELLA PROD JORKO

eat ur brain (harttsick)

so sad (cld)

MV - https://youtu.be/ezPJVDh90OA?si=G8JhYPIMbFoSQth6

prod https://soundcloud.com/claudesdiary?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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