OCTOBER X PAVLO - CAUTIXN (PROD. DUOFACIES)

lyrics:

prod.crowz

desecrate desecrate desecrate 
we can jus elevate 
blowin the smoke we get hella bake
fuckin up offa prescription 
you cannot miss em
save him, impossible mission
(2x)

the angel of death has been chasin me lately, i hope she dont get me, i hope that she dont
im prayin nd hopin that shi will get better nd i always try but i know that it wont
the days getting bleaker and im getting weaker
she drainin my soul nd i feel like a stone
this shi will get better when im in my grave when im under the ground i wont be on my own

all of my thoughts always drive me insane
lead to my death but only of my brain
lyrical steezy im takin the game
pretty soon they will be knowin my name
a vagabond i got nowhere to go
i wont stop till my brains all on the road
not suicidal but i wanna go
time to decay while in stuck in the snow

desecrate desecrate desecrate 
we can jus elevate 
blowin the smoke we get hella bake
fuckin up offa prescription 
you cannot miss em
save him, impossible mission
(4x)

Angel of death

Angel of Death

Mob2Psycho x RipNovember - Remedy

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Lyrics - 

what’s the option 
they’re screaming like I’m a monster, in solitude like a fossil I’m loving what u been singing today 

The hate distracts us loving true isn’t average take what they give w passion 
your soul is the only magic u lay

Gas on me got the gas on you 
Smoke until I puke in the Malibu coupe 
Lay w me getting drunk off the view 
I don’t need shit fell in love w the tomb

In love w the tune of chasing my enemies 
Like they were food urgent emergency sheep to a wolf

nothing concerns me but pussys and rules 
Burn down the city, we looking for you 
We dress in all leather u blacker than blue 
snatch up yo chain give a fuck what u do

and when our car drags off 
Lemme know if u decided to be, a little more than what they wanted u see 

They gon see one day that our time is up 
Time to become what u decided to trust 
Hope In your heart that I’m the one that u love 
Trusting it’s all just a matter of us 
Cause no one here ever gave a fuck

pressure in this blunt make yo bitch have a heart attack 
Cardiac arrest only wish get my brothers back 
Big in the city, from the sticks, chopper chop yo ass
down

OCTOBER - NO OPTION (PROD. UNSCARRED)

(Prod. Vlex & damn)
LYRICS :

(MOB2PSYCHO - HOOK)
They been staring conversate like who that in the cut 
I be the one walk in the building they like oh my god it’s mob 
Pussy really thought he had me beat but I came back just to fuck shit up
Like run it up 
bust it up 
40 round glock and I keep it tucked 

(MOB2PSYCHO - VERSE)
Like shit god dam 
Clutch in watch me drift this shit
Going 100 in my lane while she suck my dick 
Finna come up on a bag while I up this blick 
Why u acting like a snitch like riddle me shit
Got him feeling kinda dumb cause I fucked his bitch
Making money from the jump like I sell big bricks
On the mic I’m a flu cause I’m way too sick 
Bitch I’m never gone fold cause I been like this 

(ay, ay)
I’m picking pockets 
I hit and drop em 
Talk shit I pop him 
Swing back then sock him 
Cock back I shot him
Lay flat in coffin
This bitch she gothic
My flow atomic
My girl exotic
Flow supersonic
I get it popping 
Like dam I be sicko 
Headshot get popped like a pimple  
Im a go slide go kill that simple 

Like whoah 
Bitch you a hoe
making my money and rolling up dough 
Fuck up a bag now she liking my flow 
And she talk about love told her get out my home 

No cap this hoe really caked up 
Face up 
Bad lil bitch still pretty with no makeup 
Ace up 
Got a big bank and I’m stacking up paper 
Get it right back got a red beam laser 

(EVER - VERSE)
Wait, tell me again, 
I ain’t heard what you said
Got a spliff to my lips 
And a bottle to sip
I’ve been stuntin’, fuckin’, runnin’ up a couple hunnid thousand
Pockets pushing pounds and often Make a sound of cha-ching
What’s on my wrist
You see baby, ba-bling
Prominent figure 
With prominent figures 
I keep it pushing like a trigger finger
I don’t wanna piece 
Of other’s dinner - 
I want the whole plate
Call up the martians 
To take me away
Go hit the bank and 
Deposit a safe’s worth
I’m in the crib with 
My blunt and my paper
Fuck is you sayin’? 
Bitch stay in yo lane
Call up the martians 
To take me away
Go hit the bank and 
Deposit a safe’s worth
I’m in the crib with 
my blunt and my paper, Mob

(INFINITY - VERSE)
On my way to meet the devil at the crossroads 
I been searching for him ever since I fucking lost hope
Where did the all time go?
I wish that I could make it slow down
It just keeps passing me by
Like a sign on the highway
But I dont ever read them, cuz I’d rather do it my way
My life been a blur, moving way too fast for time frames

Better take a flic, so you can keep it in your minds eye
125 when I ride, like I’m tryna die
Smokin on a big 3.5 in a backwood
Need it, Want it, Did it, Had too
No limitations theres nothing i cant do
Ion wanna fuck with no bitch thats ran through

(oou)
Aint felt like this in a minute
Cookin im whippin im chef in the kitchen
Hop on the track spit it hot like a skillet
Boil the oil then throw in the chicken

(Like everyday mufucka, you ain't even know. It's 301, or nothing.)

(MOB2PSYCHO - HOOK)
They been staring conversate like who that in the cut 
I be the one walk in the building they like oh my god it’s mob 
Pussy really thought he had me beat but I came back just to fuck shit up
Like run it up 
bust it up 
40 round glock and I keep it tucked

Dinero (feat. Ever & Infinityisdead)

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Lyrics -


Graveyard shift 
I’m coming back w the dead 
We bust em up at crystal lake 
Then rolling back w sum heads
Holy peace 
So rest in piece 
I’ll roll a backwood instead
Crazy niggas acting brazy 
So we fill em w lead
Yuh

Switchblade flick it up 
Icing w the butter cup
Round 2 got 2 double pumps
Holo shell jus ain’t enough 

Bust down trigger
 Extendo heavy figure 
2 shot quitter 
These bullets make u thinner

You got creeper 
Red eyes lookin for a soul 
You got a reaper
Deadshot peeper in the night 
He got a fever 
Sick mind body in disguse 
Up in the beater
Tough guy rubbing all the blood up 
Off my sneakers 

Redrum 
Where you from 
Me my niggas bout to break the bank 
Stank 
Grabbing all the jewelry from the place
Break
Slashin all you fuckas out my way 
Dank 
Smoking pound for pound till I’m awake

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