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TUMMY TUCK	

TUMMY TUCK (XXX "LICK" VERSE)

LETS PRETEND WE'RE NUMB	

let's pretend we're numb

You're Thinking Too Much, Stop It	

You're Thinking Too Much, Stop It (Prod. Trbld boy)

Max P - Holla

I Don't Wanna Do This Anymore	

I don't wanna do this anymore

VAMPIRE IN THE MOONLIGHT COUNTIN MONEY UP

yung bruh x famous dex - like a glock (prod. bighead)

lil tracy - don't fit (prod. captaincrunch)

lil tracy - i'm rude (prod. bighead)

lil tracy - this year  (prod. big head)

max p - i and i prod.adamonthetrack [snail music]

hennessy.

prod captain crunch x bettroffdead x trippie




@jeezleezz x @stinkymonkey7

lil tracy minaj ; ice ice ice ice ice ice ice<3

lil tracy - gorilla (prod.forza)

lil tracy - roses are red (prod. yunforza) ♩♪♩｡.｡:+♡*♥

GOTH BITCH ( Prod. Wilkiedied )

I hope this mean somethin #111888777

video
https://youtu.be/46w0WX1VMhw

lyrics
nigga on Foes we be fucked up O T D 
but if a nigga touch us get fucked up, 
haaaanh ? i tuck my gun never tuck my chain ask my nigga Bambi out in Texas im on everythang, lotta drugs - lotta thots , no names just the top, lotta niggaz wolfin over twitter almost got em popped, 
you a shooter?? no - i think not, lemme get a knot, i will give em watts, now he shocked, think outside the box 
NO , FUCKS , GAVE 
WALK AROUND WIT KS 
NO FUCK GIVEN 
YO BITCH IM GON TAKE 
NO FUCKS GAVE 
PUT HER ON THE BLADE
WOKHARDT SIPPIN NOT NO MO THO 
IM OKAY 
sour D , smokin on that gas on the hourly , 
i be wit the plugs and connects like a router be, actually, yo hoe in my trap she got it out for me , get the quarter back and make that lil hoe run a route for me 
you a whole lotta flex im a lotta bet, 
the tec flip that fuck nigga like a omelette, i keep shootin til the spirit dead too got the billy if you actin silly your a dead goose
aye , trappin every fuckin day, if you push around these parts i need percentages and pay, dont cooperate? gon have to make yo shit another way he  wit the cops today gon have take his shit another day, 
call em , clark kent , how that nigga throw the cape on , i call her bart simp she jus a bitch for me to skate on , hoe im part pimp dont got no shoulder you can lay on but ima still slide like a quarter in a payphone, 
it aint no souvenir here go some silver shit to take home, his ass - actin like a cast
bullets finna break bone , where the stash at? the johnny cash at, give it up we down to hurt not down to Earth, lab rats ? 
stitch em up daggers in the duck try take a jab at us and you get stuck, like a dumb fuck , you the product of a condom bust
put yo dollas up , pick a fade we gon line em up , niggaz so sus they disgust me i vomit up, 
boy you beef a lot, nah i mean you tweet a lot, youa hold a bitch purse fore hold a glock , 
youa smoke ya own supply fore you get it off , he aint jump off the porch so we shot em off 
aint no warning shot nigga we gon sweep the block, that nigga woofin like he hungry he can eat a shot, you better to pray to yo God or get what jesus got, line em up, then we pop , bitch connect the dots,

5. 0 Fucks (Prod. h e a l) Music Video in desc.

Prod. YungCans Im sorry your name didnt fit in the tittle

I fucking love you X

This is a tribute to every artist who has died in he la year & the anger that the fans may feel from loosing them, because I know that I am beyond upset! Yoou will all be missed #riplilpeep #ripxxxtentaciob #ripfredo #ripjimmy you are all immortal in my heart

#RIPX/THE VOICES IN MY HEAD TELL ME HE DESERVED!!!! IT SHUT THEM THE FUCK UP!!!!(Prod. YungCans)

Tāgetto o shibotta kojin
ターゲットを絞った個人
Lyrics: 

(this is the broken sound)
but the x-ray vision has no use unless the doors closed 
they’re out in the open, making me lose all control slow 
(of all of my frustration)
passed out on the couch 
my head is fucking leaking 
and i’m foaming from the mouth 
if this is what you wanted, well you surly got it now 
focused on my death and getting rid of my body 
w/o having to smell it, see it, believe it or break it down  

they want me to leave the fucking house in a distracted state 
i ain’t slept in bout 3 nights, no i ain’t ate in bout 3 days 
i cant even feel comfortable, electric running through my veins 
they tell me i’m crazy, dumb, retarded and in fucking sane 
what’s the point in running, when i’m trapped in all these fucking games 
these niggas stay stalking my moves, imitating my life, tryna copy and paste 
sorry if you thought i gave a fuck about yo fucking gang 
born into this, aye, yh... no i cannot fucking change.
they stealing my body, but my energy they cannot take 
sleeping on a setup, they make sure my body fucking aches.
sabotaged my hobbies, no i cannot get a fucking break.
no support and no muhfucking interest, when there is its fake 
i go missing for a night they panic 
they need me round so they can take advantage 
sad niggas up, make the other two vanish 
cuz they wanna see that collateral damage, aye 
they do not like that i’m standing 
wanted me dead since the time of commandments 
i put people in reverse like i’m dancing 
i know my life about to get messy, damn

this is the broken sound 
of all of my frustration 
no point in running now 
they know exact location
i’m barely eating now... 
guess i’ll die from starvation 
my body shutting down 
into an excavation 

i dedicate this song to x.

Targeted [Prod. Eichen]

i watched a man get buried alive his last words was "ya dig"

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IS paradise