RXKNephew - Drip Like Paint [apt9]

Pt. 6 Seasonal Damages meets the End of Madame Insipid

Dear Dear,
Oh Dear, MY MY MY. I dont knowat todo any-Moore!!!
My supicions were riht  and itis ver unfortunatewe that Dis' coincides with the season where things get numb. I will get numb 2 Dis' and Den' maybe itsa good Ding sommer Caame?
Everything laststoolonganyways

Goodbye Madame Inspipid. 
Goodbe , Spring
what whiplash, Sir Charasmatick... tick... tick)

RIft-TIDE｀◇´)

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1. A Frozen Intro

@zombiecchane1
@dontcaree1

luvdigi:

why are you so nonchalant ab it 
smoking gelato while i think ab it
process of elimination
i didn’t have to think ab it 
i wanted more, they wanted less
walk out the door i’m smokin stress
when i walk around, 
they come 4 my neck
its not my fault u,
don’t kno how to protect 
want it rite ya i want u rite
(rite)
see rite thru my eyes,
yea the hue is mine 

shrugs: 

n i didn’t even really have to think about it
u said my name 3 times
blessed out the holy fountain
i’m feeling evil
now i gotta check my surroundings
we drinkin lethal
yea we on a fucking private island
u stuntin nothing
up 2 somthing
just forget about it
their just assumptions but it’s fine cuz i’m not mad about it

zombiechane1:

and im like

Heave Ho! Heave Ho!
Heave Ho! Heave Ho!

Now she a mean hoe
And I turn my niggas up n then we all on go
They see me in the phantom they gon think imma ghost
im the M.A.N. so i know that nigga gonna hoe
I know who and what im am so i know i am gonna show

shi im the man i dont give a damn

Heave Ho! Heave Ho! (bih like)
Heave Ho! Heave Ho!

Get yo team hoe
That bitch going up and that bitch get down
Peons in zupp cause i keep all them rounds

styx ft. shrugs + zombiechane1 (osyrisisrael) #9CC

capped & planted  prodby AxelBloodyAxel

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WOEDAE  "CANT STOP" MIX

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Staying in my home, the place I roam. Laying on my dome is thoughts of chrome. Lots of foam at the mouth when shit go south. I can’t tell the future but yo I thought it was a drouth. Caught up in your mouth is my dick. Fly sick narrative, the quest is imperative. Why stick with the non best, on test of life. My word hurt like a knife when I take ya wife. Make ya life, absurd dirt, see how it feels. We on them pills, to cure for sure my pain. Make it all seem fly, deem my gain. Part of the heart, trust the process. Unless Simmons won’t dunk, bust and nonsense. Women’s conscience, leads them away. He needs to stay, at bay they say. Too messed up in the brain, stressed sane. Perplexed cause what ya flexed ain’t best me mane. They just jealous fellas, like they fame chasing. Lame basing, that my claim erasing. Same pacing that worried me as a child, hurried me from mild, to who is wild. Now that same cat who was lame at errr’ thang. Sure brang the fire, admire me now. How, you keep too deep in your head. Dread dead yet bled red get med head. Feeling okay, yo say what? You wanna die, gonna try? Take a cut. Shut me down, I was doing, but the crown I was pursuing. Brought a muh’ fucka back, shii I ain’t losing. Make a muh’ fuckin’ stack, oozing cruising rhythm. Amusing with him, bring the party, sing the start, he. Joins in and anointing it his own. Shit this throne mine, with errr’ line, take flight. Make sight open, scopin’, me I’m hopin’, is the dope in. Your senses, hence this, thang I’m copin’. Wit’ the lit shit that fires up the mary jane. Carry lane of my own, sown and now grown. Muh’ fucka like Ye and Jay, watch the throne.

RIft-TIDE｀◇´)

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