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Kwenye Mission

CANNON/94' (SiNCE LiKE)

Featuring: Cherie Walpole.
Trying to portray my anxiety...

Invisible (feat. Cherie)

Something

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this is for an upcoming visual ep of mine

Still (Remastered)

"Full Moon" (Prodby. Luv Rich + 1markmotta + redjon wav)

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Hacerte Feliz

The sun is black
Your smile is bright
All we have done
Is now all gone

I'm in a state of disarray
I can't escape my last past days
The ocean is my last way
I can't escape my last past days

You told me : « John,
This is not fun.
No more love here.
What have we done ? »

I'm in a state of disarray
I can't escape my last past days
The ocean is my last way
I can't escape my last past days

I'm in a state of disarray
I can't escape my last past days
The ocean is my last way
I can't escape my last past days

I remember
The good old days
This bright summer
of 66

We were naive
And full of life
Our love was deep
It would everlast

I had not seen
I was a prick
I would bore you 
Your eyes were blue

Your body’s cold
I could not cope
Laid on the ground
I grab your hand

I'm in a state of disarray
I can't escape my last past days
The ocean is my last way
I can't escape my last past days

I'm in a state of disarray
I can't escape my last past days
The ocean is my last way
I can't escape my last past days

I remember
The good old days
This bright summer
of 66

We were naive
And full of life
Our love was deep
It would everlast

I had not seen
I was a prick
I would bore you 
Your eyes were blue

I can't escape my last past days
I'm in a state of disarray
The ocean is my last way
Laid on the ground, your eyes are grey

The Ocean

Burning Fires

Filthy Rich

//Verse 1//
Get it dummy
I’m not the bad one
But I’m cockin the gun
Hoes is pressed cus I’m gay
Yo rain is over and done
My lyrics survive bitch
Buzz me I already won
Titled the king of hip hop
Bill-board been
good 2 me son 
It ain’t dudes
that gotta problem
hoes be fuckin aggy
Stiff wigs, powdered puss snortin coke from a baggy
Play me, date me, 
scream-my-name
play w/ me 
watch yo brains spill on front page
New York Times (WHY)
I’m the fuckin baddest
Why should I hide (GUY)?
I’m a fuckin savage
Ring straight sparklin
My wrist is lit up 
You can’t rap hoe
Time to give it up
Once I’m done 
you’ll be thanking me dude
Rude bitches get slapped
Straight off 
yo got damn stoop
Brooklyn is where I play
Harlem is where I lay 
Run ya mouth again 
And see me quick 
to run dis fade

//Verse 2// 
Niggas ain’t shit
But it’s still legit
Name ring bells like they strapped to my wrist 
Fame ain’t the money
but the moneys a HIT
by next year this bitch cut his own checks
Stop playing w/ me
you could never be Tee
Even in yo dreams I’ll still be the KING
rapping ain’t easy but someone’s got to do it
been here for years but never been an influence 
My swag is unstoppable 
Check the billboards 
Ghost writing fed me
You do music I’m still bored 
And the cops still bussin
I’m so annoyed 
how the system is fucked
A-BRAMS the real McCoy 
Yesterday was one thing
but today is different 
Time to switch friends cus
what they doing is stupid 
Shooting dudes down
Fighting in crowds
And got the nerve to call me
Thats why yo car in In-pound 
(BITCHHH)

Lyrics Copyrighted August 2020

Filthy Rich (Ft. Biggie Smalls)

I Am Not A Lyricist I Am A Spiricist I Am Not Rapper I Am A Emcee A Proud Artist Who Stands By PLP

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