Got me runnin’ like I’m chasin’ paper. Fire. Respect

Oh damn, here we go again
Another day where she writes me “I love you”
Oh damn, here we go again
Another day thinking, “Tomorrow I’ll bang her”
But I don’t call her
I just send her a message
“Come over to mine
But watch out for my cat”
I almost risk a collapse
I don’t remember much anyway
This ain’t a freestyle
It’s just a little teaser

I take a break, I was thinking for a bit
I heard your track and it’s all so random
You took some bits, life’s slipping away from you
But I’m not judging you
Just don’t act like a G
If you spat in my plate
If you want beef
I’ll come, but unarmed
You bring your Gs
Feels like a chicken coop
Bravo
You got it
The message wasn’t encrypted
You’re at Level 1, never got past it
I switch this life
Already platinumed it
Too easy, I’m playing arcane level
If you want a feat, you know I’ll carry you
But I don’t mess with bitches, I’m no slave
Vibe Boi Clique is the only language I speak

Oh damn, here we go again
Another day where she writes me “I love you”
But fuck it, I’m tired, guess I’ll bang her now
Fuck everyone, you’re driving me crazy
I’m a devil, I drop down
Fell from the bottom
An evil angel
Still stays by your side
Come on, take my hand, I wanna fly high
I just explained a concept in freestyle, not even trying

Mix e master @hoodieindahood

TrapHouse

This is a song I have worked the hardest on, hope you enjoy! 
Also on BandCamp (I dont have a paypal account yet so its free) - https://onceyoung.bandcamp.com/track/nothing-left-to-say

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Lyrics:

Verse 1:

My momma cried
Said I sang like an angel
Made her feel less painful
But still she had to die

Verse 2:

He’s not much of a singer songwriter
More of a lone rider
Banished as an outsider
A man many despise

Instrumental-

Verse 1:

She sang to me
Hoping I would love her
But who could even love her
Who would even try  

Verse 2:

Sit around 
by an empty campfire
Alone all the meanwhile
Despite how hard she tries

Chorus 1:
Keep on pushing moves it along (stop calling me by my last name)
Quit until you lose it again (makes me feel like I’m not the same)
(makes me feel like I’m not the same)
(makes me feel like I’m not the same)

Nothing Left to Say

Lyrics:
Verse 1: 

I travel the world 
I travel the world to go fuck on your friend again
I'm hella arrogant
Took her to Paris, I fuck on your friend again 
Eating the pussy out, 
Said I was sorry, but she ain't believe me now
I wasn't sorry then
Pussy is tight, just like it's a Tupperware
She is a freaky hoe
Paintin' her face with all of my children
Fuck her to sleep, again 
Drinkin' her pussy up, just like it's lemonade
Sinnin' like every day
Every day sinnin', I tuck her right into bed, 
She is the best I had
Givin' me head, she givin' me bobble head
Fuck on ya lady fren 
Ate up my dick, I'm eating her sushi, man
I ball like I'm Gucci Mane
Quarter mill on a yacht, I call up your fren again
She makin' me numb again
She shakin' her ass, she makin' me cum again
You don't got no money left, 
Bitch you are poor, I can tell that you're struggling
But I am a gentleman 
Indeed, I'm a gentleman, fuck on your friend, again 
I'm hella arrogant
To-
Took her to Paris, I fuck on your friend again 
Ea-
Eating the pussy out, 
Said I was sorry, but she ain't believe me now
I wasn't sorry then
Pussy is tight, just like it's a Tupperware

Verse 2:

I'm dickin' her down again
I'm breakin' her back, she makin' me cum again
I buss on her face again
She swallowed my kids, she drink it like lemonade
Throw a party we celebrate
Eat my dick up, we fuckin like every day
She-
She got her edges laid
She lookin all good, so I'm finna sin again
Verse 3:

Si-
Sinnin' like every day 
Every day sinnin', I tuck her right into bed, 
She is the best I had
Givin' me head, she givin' me bobble head
I travel the world 
I travel the world to go fuck on your friend again
I'm hella arrogant
Took her to Paris, I fuck on your friend again 
Eating the pussy out, 
Said I was sorry, but she ain't believe me now
I wasn't sorry then
Pussy is tight, just like it's a Tupperware
She is a freaky hoe
Paintin' her face with all of my children
Fuck her to sleep, again 
Drinkin' her pussy up, just like it's lemonade

P*nk $tatus

BIGTIMERUSH

Gotham

Gettin to it

issa sure thing

depression and felonies thats the way i live i be anxious from smoking weed but I wont ever quit
Im a smoker not sober cause I be pop pills I dont drink im stoner love crime cause its a thrill

I got issues and problems I dont wanna solve em

every where i go I just feel like a no one write it in a song dont expect this shit to blow up 

YFM118 - ISSUES AND PROBLEMS

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blood on my chucks

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