Name: 283 (feat. Luh Whoo) by CK Kasino in 🍇🥷👼🏿
Duration: 2 min 38 s
Description: dallas drill music from two young drillers

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Lil 2z - From Dallas to Austin feat. Quin NFN (Official Music Video)

dallas drill music from two young drillers

283 (feat. Luh Whoo)

Back And Better (feat. Lil 2z)

Back And Better (Ft . Lil 2Z)

Lil 2z, Quin NFN, & Peso Peso - "Did That"

Yeah, baby
Let me put it in yo mouth, give me head, baby
Fuck a X, you a whole damn check, baby
You the one, other hoes ain't a threat, baby
Ass hella fat, let me hit it from the back, baby
Feelin' like I'm Santa, come and put it on my lap, baby
Seen you on the Gram so I had to double tap, baby
Made her tap out, now I gotta double back, baby
Why these niggas tryna snatch baby?
We gon' last, I ain't trippin' on my last baby
When I smash, I ain't finna use a mask, baby
Give us nine months, we gon' have these hoes mad, baby
You the truth, baby
Me and you, why you think I bought a coupe, baby?
Meet me in the back seat, what it do, baby?
Who is you? They don't even got a clue, baby
Bad bitch, sorry if you think that I'm rude, baby
You ain't in the mood, I be knowin' what to do, baby
Finna skinny dip, leave you wet like a pool, baby
Finna make a kid, then we finna make a new baby
Only right, gotta fuck when we fight, baby
Fuck a price, baby, 'cause this shit somethin' light, baby
Pussy tight, yeah, I need it every night, baby
Fuck a eight, fuck a nine, you a dime, baby
My bitch classy, not ratchet
She throw it back, I'ma catch it
New nails, new hair with the new lashes
Ass fat like it's fake, but it's not plastic
She got a small waist, I ain't got a fat bitch
Pretty ass face, I ain't gotta catfish
Niggas wanna fuck, I ain't on no mad shit
I know it's gon' happen 'cause I got a bad bitch
Yeah, yeah, baby
Put it in a bun when you give me head, baby
Give you back shots, pullin' on your hair, baby
All I hear is "Daddy" when I make you yell, baby
I could keep a secret, I don't kiss and tell, baby
I like how you do it 'cause you do it well, baby
When I beat it up, I'm goin' for the kill, baby
Goin' all night like I'm off a pill, baby

Mike Sherm - Baby

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Did That 2.0 - (feat. Quin NFN, Lil 2z, Peso Peso)

Xero - Slide On Who?

idk that bitch (feat. G Herbo)

Big Boss Ray x BGB YT - I Thought

8:55

This that hot shit once you learn the lyrics they not coming out yo head #heat #unsignedartist #rap #hiphop #newsingle

Trigga Man

Ya ok, you got a theory? 
If you don't put it to the test, 
Then you just laundering your opinion
But you worse than that
Your theory, you tested it,
Proved it’s false, fabricated 
Results to keep profit, avoid loss.

I heard the academic jargon,
Must have got it at a bargain— 
Another TikTok doctorate, 
Online academic curriculum in the Unfounded, ungrounded propaganda of capitalists.
I'd be remiss not to mention this: 
I'm not blaming you, I got a theory— 
But I've been living it, 
That means it passed the acid test. 
No, not like your last trip— 
Like it fits, it's predictive, it's common sense,
For all intents and purposes, it’s true.
It has precedent upon precedent,
All recorded history has proven it,
But I guess we prefer your performative confidence—
Feels more real.
Course there's no conflict of interest—
That thirty-five K was a "gift,"
Just corporations showing gratitude
For research that serves their best interests.
Who’s interested? 
Exactly, 
Nothing to see here, move along,
Pay no mind to whose feeding you,
Who's eating our children—
"It's just business, nothing new."

When you identify with the simulation
More than the real thing,
Who am I to you?
What's that make you to me?
What's that make you to you?

[VERSE 2]
Imagination for the sake of fascination
Had its time and place—
This ain't it.

World crumbling,
The guilty ain't accepting humbling,
Just doubling down.

Only way to keep illusion crowned?
Make minds break.
Might explain why everyone seem so fucking crazy—
That ain't natural, naw that's systemic,
Manufactured traumatic breaks.

This ain't theory—how you living, 
Really?
You good?

Naw, not really.
I mean, in theory I'm living great,
Better than historical kings (in theory).

Claim is only valid 'cause
They didn't have WiFi 
Or air conditioning then—
Otherwise they lived like gods.

This not what I imagined,
Not like they said it would be.
Their theory keeps failing my reality.

But they ain't believe it,
Won't record it, just delete it,
Suppress it, flip the script and extort it,
Burn it every time I report it,
Leave no evidence untouched—

Can't compete with your hologram—
Hear it look more real than most people on Instagram,
More alive than the living,
More human than humans can...

What? 
Tell it?
Live it? 
Know it like it's their own life?

Your number is their daily existence.

Who the fuck wants to be reduced to a statistic,
Let alone be measured to determine
"Acceptable casualties"
And "unintended consequences"
Justified by the price?

The bodies piling up,

The rumble in their bellies literally starving to death, so you can watch your stock erupt.

Imagine that—dying of thirst
'Cause corporations drained the ground water,
Privatized it, sold it infinitely above its worth.
Water is our right,
Only reason it ain't clean?
You motherfuckers poisoning
Every river and body in sight.

But go ahead keep focusing
Your thesis papers on what complies to their simulation,
to study any subject that impacts their lies,
now that's career suicide, and cases of defamation.

Your theory looks real good 
On a PowerPoint slide, 
But it crumbles like chalk 
The moment you remember what it means
To feel alive.

See, I don't need peer review—
(What peers? Where are you?
Looking down from your theoretical view?
You ain't my peer, you my proof.)
Got peer lived through. 
Don't need citations 
(I got them though)— Got scars and situations.
Your controlled variables? 
My uncontrollable rent. 
Your hypothesis? 
My bills that ain't getting spent.
You theorizing from the ivory tower, 
I'm surviving by the hour. 
You measuring outcomes, 
I'm dodging devour.

When you identify with the simulation 
More than the real thing, 
When the model matters more than the people, 
What you think that makes you?
A prophet or a problem? 
A teacher or a demon? 
Are you helping us survive 
Or just helping us stop breathing?

Your theory ain't trash 'cause it's wrong— It's trash 'cause it's useless. 
While you're footnoting sources…

283 (feat. Luh Whoo)

CK Kasino

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