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Mahaji - Is What It IS

ON ALL PLATFORMS: linktr.ee/karn.mp3
lyrics (:

Bring it back shawty, you know where I'm at, huh
In the stu posted up with my bands, yuh
Rolling deep no swishers at my pad
Big gas, big bands, big stacks, big racks, like
Bring it back shawty, you know where I'm at, huh
In the stu posted up with my bands, yuh
Rolling deep no swishers at my pad
Big gas, big bands, big stacks, big racks, like

So many bitches on my dick and I'm counting
The bitches in the bank they can call me an accountant
I been fuckin' hittin' licks in this money I been drowning
Fucked a bitch then I walked out the door leave her frowning
Riding in a rari while I'm sippin' on bacardi
Got Don Hoolio been poppin' at the party
Got ten bitches at the crib it's a fuckin' army
Now I play your bitch just like an Atari

Bring it back shawty, you know where I'm at, huh
In the stu posted up with my bands, yuh
Rolling deep no swishers at my pad
Big gas, big bands, big stacks, big racks, like
Bring it back shawty, you know where I'm at, huh
In the stu posted up with my bands, yuh
Rolling deep no swishers at my pad
Big gas, big bands, big stacks, big racks, like

Throw that shit back made you dance for some bands
'Lil shawty trygna fuck 'cos she ain't gotta a mans
I been tossin' out money and I make do you a dance
Pull up to my crib but she ain't know where it's at
Got the, gas stacks, mad racks
Knockin' at your door then I'm finna finna dash
And if you ain't a 10 then I'm finna finna pass
Pull up to the whip countin' hunnids on the dash, yuh,

Bring it back shawty, you know where I'm at, huh
In the stu posted up with my bands, yuh
Rolling deep no swishers at my pad
Big gas, big bands, big stacks, big racks, like
Bring it back shawty, you know where I'm at, huh
In the stu posted up with my bands, yuh
Rolling deep no swishers at my pad
Big gas, big bands, big stacks, big racks, like

GA$ (feat. Day$okee)

produced by xai:
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/4A3eP

lyrics:

Bitch, i got baboons in the back with the tools,
imma gorrila im stacked with the glue,
they say im packin a pack for ya boo,
my burner burnin the mag on ya dudes,
feel like im jason i slaughter ya brus,
stomp on ya niggas i stomp em wit boots,
stomp on they face and its leavin the grooves,
that was yo nigga bro? damn, oops.
my choppas they choppin through bamboo,
as in yo niggas are bamboo,
put em in knots call em bantu
comethazine, i got my bands,
future me earning some bands,
future me copped up yo bitch,
she wan be up in my pants,
doing her dancy lil dance like, 
spit like 3'000 a minute,
i cant reach my limit, 
my flow is real wicked, 
i don fuck wit witches,
i don fuck wit bithces,
i fuck wit the women,
who give me their digits.
i handle my business,
i think theres witness,
he said he aint snitchin,
but i caught em slippin,
i stay really viscous,
it ends with no witness
i stay really viscous,
so there was no witness.
these nigga pussy, (pussy)
thats cuz they talkin bout livin in nine lives, 
im ending em all and i do em like 50, i shoot at them niggas like nine times.
rollin in tuners, e30s, with boosters, we slide by yo crib and we drive, by, 
im with my brus yea im wit my intruders but i just be callin them my, slimes, 
not to be rude but yo bitch smell like tuna, that stench it be sendin me sky, high, (ugg)
new opposition, his bitch she be hittin, but lemme just say it was fye, vibes,
wet up that nigga will bullets from shooters he oozin, his shirt is now tie-dye,
niggas be sussin me for the last part and i tell them lil niggas to suck my,
dick in ya bitch cuz she wearing them thigh highs, 
wett in that pussy, im causing some high tides,
bust a nut then i dip, told that bitch bye bye,
called her a uber cuz bitch imma nice guy.
i dont got patience, i dare you to test mine, 
tested my shit and i brought em his deadline,
red dot, red dot,
aiming that shit like im mufuckin deadshot.
got a latina bitch callin me sabio,
she wanted to fuck but no no no,
i had to go kick her mans out the door,
cuz bitch i dont want no damn obstacles,
lick on my dick like a popsicle,
she gobble down to the follicle,
would ask her mans if its possible,
but that bro bodied and on the floor.
You thought I was finished,
but really I isn't,
I keep the pace going cuz I am the quickest,
My flow never stoppin, 
I'm staying in business,
My worth never droppin,
I keel up the riches,
My name never lost cuz my words are a menace,
When I start talking they start with the flinchin,
I'm iced out drenchin,
Meant to say drippin,
But it don't matter cuz I'm never slippin.
Hush down nigga,
Jason's up in yo town nigga,
Fuckin her with her face down nigga,
Up in that pussy I drown nigga.
Big ups,
Stick ups,
Beat ya mans down from the hip up,
Froze up my body from wrist up,
Talkin that talk and that nigga get lit up,
You are see through like a window,
I can see yo fuckin mental,
Actin stupid, you a bimbo,
Super Saiyan like im zeno.
Now I'm Blades but I'm still better, 
I can see you in my shadow,
Civil War we finnna battle,
Switch gon blade him if he tattle.

Friday the 13th *OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS*

(Iann Dior -Stay For A While Cover) 
LYRICS:
I'm too high, I'm so high, I hear your voice is calling
I won't lie, I can't fly, I'm not afraid of falling
You asked for my love, I can't do it
If my heart was enough, I would prove
I blow my smoke and pop my pills
But everything I've done can't numb these feels
And I wish that all my demons go away
All the money for peace, I'd throw away

Cause lately I've been too wrong
I only seem to do wrong
So, baby, won't you stay for a while?
Baby, won't you stay for a while?
I just wanna feel your touch
'Round me, not a soul I trust
So, baby, won't you stay for a while?
Baby, won't you stay for a while? (Don't you run away)

Don't you lie to me
Don't you lie
It feels so wrong, but I can't seem to let you go
And I've been up for four nights, I've been messy
Say you never love me just to test me
I hit you in the morning just so we can do this again
Again and again

Cause lately I've been too wrong
I only seem to do wrong
So, baby, won't you stay for a while?
Baby, won't you stay for a while?
I just wanna feel your touch
'Round me, not a soul I trust
So, baby, won't you stay for a while?
Baby, won't you stay for a while? (Don't you run away)

A SONG FOR YOU PRODUCED BY IMLONELYASTA

lyrics:

Run ya mouth,
Tell him run his mouth

Drop him on the floor,
The blood is flowing out his mouth
I cannot be average,
I'm flying to the south
Choppa is suprano,
Shit be singing hella loud
Made a couple bucks,
I'm Giannis balling for the crowd
Like

Yeah,
Take a flick with a model
She done went upstairs to bring some motherfucking bottles
Drip me in designer, got balenci to be subtle
Is you dumb bitch?
What the fuck is your rebuttal

Shit,
Chain weigh hella
Mason Margiela
What you got on,
that's cheap get your bread up
Fake neck tat zip up your sweater

Talk a lot of checks,
Like a report card
See me doing good,
That's why you're hating with no broad

Bouta run up in this bitch
I got a big bank, big bag 8 figure
Riding dirty with the sprite
Bitches at the crib
Holy fuck, holy fuck
Got my finger on the trigger

Midas with the touch
Money hitting like the lotto
Stomp your fuckin temple in
Tips staying hollow
Beats banging when I motherfucking prod it
You a problem I'll motherfucking solve it

Stop bitch,
Stop bitch stop

Now your ass finna get it
I got a glock and it's heavy
Executed beheaded
Cut your organs then sell it
So much money I'm breaded
I pop a pill and I'm ready

Rolling six deep,
and the gang stay bugging
Repping no sleep
You're acting way too greedy
Acting too cheap
The sun gonna reflect
Up off my gold teeth
Like hoe please

Run ya mouth,
Tell him run his mouth

Drop him on the floor,
The blood is flowing out his mouth
I cannot be average,
I'm flying to the south
Choppa is suprano,
Shit be singing hella loud
Made a couple bucks,
I'm Giannis balling for the crowd
Like

Yeah,
Take a flick with a model
She done went upstairs to bring some motherfucking bottles
Drip me in designer, got balenci to be subtle
Is you dumb bitch?
What the fuck is your rebuttal

Shit,
Chain weigh hella
Mason Margiela
What you got on,
that's cheap get your bread up
Fake neck tat zip up your sweater

Talk a lot of checks,
Like a report card
See me doing good,
That's why you're hating with no broad

Run Ya Mouth Ft. Zev

fuck it i'mma put him in a pack, get burnt.
y'all not on my level, yeen put in no work.
i got bands on the way, my racks cause hurt.
bad bitch on me i ain't even gotta flirt.

in the back of the club or the back of the benz.
as long as she a 10 then this shit make sense.
i'm just tryna fuck i don't want new friends.
told her don't come less we gon' have sex. ugh.


yeaaah huhhh. i take your bitch and your mom and your bestie cause i am the man.
name one rapper inside the scene who can match me, i swear that these artists just can't.
my money the longest, my mind be the darkest and alla my bitches too bad.
y'all still shop at target, i hit the cabana in shit you can't buy off the rack.


...ooo who's your bitch?
i got whips on whips on whips on whips.
so if you wanna play with me, better bring yo chips.
i'm a big big deal, come take a hit.

like ugh. y'all just make mid.
i'm a baby faced killa like freddie gibbs.
i'm a real porn star like johnny sins,
only farrons and thots and magic tricks.

fuck it! (prod. 2bell)

FAT BOY FREESTYLE (prod. nekk)

REDEMBRECE - FREDDIE REDD

You say you want love but keep on tryna push away 
You lost all of yo trust that’s where depression finna stay
Girl Come take a chance I’ll be here for you like any day
going to different niggas hopin u gon find a change 
But you know everything gon always be the fuckin same
And to be honest I think it’s true
Man all these bitches lame I can’t fuck wit em unless it’s you
But you don’t even know
We both been damaged
So understand this 
If u want it all girl come take my soul man you can grab it
And I won’t lie 
When I’m alone everything is static 
But when u by my side u got everything jus lookin lavish
These people say love is tragic 
It puts u right in a panic 
But ion give a fuck it jus make me feel so ecstatic 
These niggas lame 
Sometimes I jus can’t help but being manic
Girl you don’t gotta lie yea I know you feelin frantic 
I hope that you down to ride
We used to hearin lies but I guess that it’s time to try 
So come and grab yo wings maybe we could go out and fly 
You don’t gotta worry we getting better wit time
And once we align 
You don’t gotta worry if u mine 
I know you been hurt
Been a minute since u was fine
Please don’t be alert 
We jus gotta go by the tides 
I say fuck them niggas I’ll always be by yo side

lets not pretend we're fine

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟlil ten *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Run Ya Mouth Ft. Zev

TenxTen

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