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who is he remix
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pull up, they like "who the fuck is he?"
talkin shit but yo bitch kno me
pull up, they like "who the fuck is he?"
talkin shit but yo bitch kno me

if i catch you in my city, better duck down
i got all my young niggas in the cut now
i got money, now these bitches wanna fuck now
unc havin flashbacks from my gun sounds
rollie give me frostbite, yeah it buss down
niggas mad cuz i got they bitch skrung owt
but they wont run down
and if a pussy nigga did, ima dump rounds

all these lames niggas wish that they were me
im evvlotto, who the fuck is T18?
all this water got me drippin like a sink
im an amputee, i cant accept defeat
she say "otto, u the man of my dreams"
i told that ho she must be off a bean
only time yo ass is cute is on yo knees
so if yo ass aint tryna please, u better leave

if i catch you in my city, better duck down
i got all my young niggas in the cut now
i got money, now these bitches wanna fuck now
unc havin flashbacks from my gun sounds
rollie give me frostbite, yeah it buss down
niggas mad cuz i got they bitch skrung owt
but they wont run down
and if a pussy nigga did, ima dump rounds

me [sgp]

icy angels scrap
prod @odnoklassniki aka ogkush420

@thebookofzechariah

lyrics:

you was in my arms, you said you wanna be my wife
but when you played me like a dummy, i was just another guy
save your crying for the pillow cuz i know how good you lie
told me he was just a friend while lookin' straight into my eyes
i got never fading scars from tryna cut thru all my strife
while that nigga in yo phone, you talkin bout "we locked for life"
now you wanna come back running when the dummy well has dried
and the fucked up thing is, i still want u by my side

the warning signs were there, you palmed my eyes so i ain't see
you already had a man while leavin' makeup on my tee
i shoulda realized then and there you weren't one for loyalty
but what the fuck was i thinkin trustin that you'd change for me?
i shoulda trust my intuition that shit wasn't as it seemed
but when i came to you about it, you said all the right things
gave you the blade, you cut me deep and left me drowning in the sting
i just got one simple question, did you ever care for me?

you was in my arms, you said you wanna be my wife
but when you played me like a dummy, i was just another guy
save your crying for the pillow cuz i know how good you lie
told me he was just a friend while lookin' straight into my eyes
i got never fading scars from tryna cut thru all my strife
while that nigga in yo phone, you talkin bout "we locked for life"
now you wanna come back running when the dummy well has dried
and the fucked up thing is, i still want u by my side

did u ever care for me?

lyrics:

glock on my right, on my left a mac 11
when i die, ima go to rich nigga heaven
sock em with the fye, leave his momma in depression
i'm the most fly born in 2007
therapist told me i got too much aggression
loaded up the clip n gave his hairline a recession
i think violence might be my new obsession
if he misbehaving, we gon teach his ass a lesson

prod bxxxy

RICH NIGGA HEAVEN

lash tech

prod me 

bitch we pull up on em toatin poles, hella mags like 20 fold
bitch my racks like 20 fold, hop out the whip we tag his toe (2x)
sending bullets they ain’t low, 300 black out take his soul
got the devil on my phone he told me do em wrong
told me do em wrong; bitch he told me do em wrong (3x)

in the dirty do em wrong, in the mag like 30 alone
to his face like 30 alone, red dot aim it at his head space
red dot in the CLA wit windows tinted, mad late
feeling make my head ache, rather be sedated 
idk what to say to yuh, 100 tabs of them bennys yuh
chop his head off in front of yuh, sub2k blew his mind (out)
liveleak, leave him on the side (walk), he ain’t leave my sight
choppa acting like a scythe (2x)

choppa bullets out his eye, today we both die tonight; 
we gon die tonight (2x)
devil on my fucking phone, he told me to do em wrong 
he told me to do em wrong, ik I am living wrong (2x)

wrong

Bite That (prod.me)

prod me 

big ass blick like fallout, smack is mouth teeth fall out 
drop the mag bitch hunnid round (2x)
gotta keep my head low, blick in my pocket head tap you 
bullets hit yo friend too, leave em stained on the ground 
bitch I stain ya, pull up paint the celling red
all black coupe tha inside red 
talk shit cut off his head 
make him pray to the feds, pussy got me fed up
choppa make em ascend yuh (2x)
choppa make em a dancer, yes xolmn is the answer 
we killing and we pander, make the world dystopian 
stretch his neck accordion, play em like accordion 
they say xolmn sellout, everyman for himself fallout

fallout

prod me 

bitch I put that fucking bullet in his eyehole
idc what they call me, I ain’t worried bout a title
idgaf about a title
take a pack and smoke it up from pape inside a bible 
take a pack and smoke it up from pape inside a what now?
leave em on the street, outlined like a cutout 

killin, killin, killin, killin, killin till the sun out
I put out my cig on that boy like he my son now 
I cut off my ankle monitor I gotta run now
running round the at the night I’m outta sight now

lash tech

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