produced by: kyoa

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Lyrics:

If you like, how I look, can we fuck? (2x)

If you like, how I look, can we fuck? 
I don't wanna do no feat 'cause bitch, you're butt

Call up lil bro, he gon' slide thru the cut
My diamonds shinin' like glitter, so what?
These niggas shit, can't do shit 'cause they suck
Imma fuck on his bitch, like he Sneako, he cuck

Tap once, then I'm done witcha
Ight, Imma fuck witcha
Been clutchin' on my gun, nigga
Why you tryna run up? Must be dumb, nigga.

I hold choppas by my hip
Nigga come try, he gon' eat this clip

You ain't really 'bout the shit that you say on the net, nigga you's a bitch

Nigga thought that shit was sweet, now that nigga dead, throw him in a ditch

Nigga mad because he broke, I've been going up, I've been getting rich!

No hoe, don't speak to me
Leave my phone on DND
I done seen this shit too many times, so you not pleasin' me

You like, "Boy, come back. You not leavin' me"
"What you think I did not what it seem to be"
"And I'm thinking that we can work easily"
We can work but can you answer me?

:)

canwefuk?

Lyrixxx:

(Pretty)
My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
Lil' bitch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga)
That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead), I woke up and stepped (Yeah, step)
Cartiers, I step, H-Hermès jeans, I step (Step, damn)
Yeah, I'm turnin' X, X, X, X, X, bi-bitch
I just want yo' neck, I don't do the sex (Want yo' neck)
I don't know when we met, b-bullets to his chest
She suck me the best, yeah, she gave me beck (Wah)
She suck me the best, shootout was a mess
Smoke dope, then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
It don't hurt to take some X, presidents are dead (Pah)
Bullets, hope you get it, I-I X out the rest (Checks, pah)
Pocket full of fetty, countin' checks, checks, checks
Sheesh, I'm gettin' guap, I ain't stressin' nothing less
Jugg his homie guap, and it might teach yo' ass a lesson (Big guap)
She just gave me top, and now I'm talkin' to her best friend
We got shit on lock so you know we ain't never stressin'
And you know we go the top shelf shit, just like Jessie
I don't think you ready, yeah, I know that you ain't ready, yeah
Bae, this shit got levels, I ain't stressin', it's a lesson, yeah
(T-t-this is ripmansion music)
Ye-yeah, ya
Yeah, ya, yeah, ya
Yeah, ya, yeah, ya
Yeah, ya, yeah, ya
My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
Lil' bitch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga)
That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead, yeah), I woke up and stepped (Step)
Cartiers, I step, Hermès jeans, I step (Step, damn)
Yeah, I'm turnin' X, X, X, X, X, bi-bitch
I just want yo' neck, I don't do the sex (Want yo' neck)
I don't know when we met, b-bullets to his chest
She suck me the best, yeah, she gave me beck (Wah)
She suck me the best, shootout was a mess
Smoke dope, then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press
It don't hurt to take some X, presidents are dead (Pah)
Bullets, hope you get it, pah, I-I X out the rest (The rest)

Che - Miley Cyrus [2010s ReFlipp + Prod. @klampcore]

MAN OF STEEL (p n4vyn4vy )

How i feel prod riplucky

Hammertime

time again

Givin It Up Taye Archive X slayr

lambtruck (jowisen + rayzuu)

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#scfirst #turntfUp  i love yall<3
S/o prod. Quiet1kk

Lyrics:

Yeah,
Sack, I run dat sack up btc,
Strap, I stay strapped up btc,
Back, y-you betta back up btc,
Yeah, I got dat mac tuck btc, 
wtf, dez n*ggas so selfish,
Bucks, I gotta get to dat shi,
N*gga buck, b-btc ima let off da stick,
New drac, o-v-o innis btc,
I gotta hoes onna floor innis btc,
Money keep overflowing n shi,
I don’t want no btc hoeing n shi,
Like where fuck is you going lil btc,
Inna foreign I’m flooring n shi,
My luh foreign like stars inna whip,
Inna foreign I’m flooring n shi,
My luh foreign like stars inna whip,
Yuh,
We push da gas then we dip,
I get da money then I make it flip,
I got ya ho and she showing me tricks,
And I know she want more, told dat ho gotta dip,
Btc on my momma,
Don’t want no more drama,
You want me to love ya,
But I jus want da commas,

Yeah,
Sack, I run dat sack up btc,
Strap, I stay strapped up btc,
Back, y-you betta back up btc,
Yeah, I got dat mac tuck btc, 
wtf, dez n*ggas so selfish,
Bucks, I gotta get to dat shi,
N*gga buck, b-btc ima let off da stick,
New drac, o-v-o innis btc,
I gotta hoes onna floor innis btc,
Money keep overflowing n shi,
I don’t want no btc hoeing n shi,
Like where fuck is you going lil btc,

Yuh,
We push da gas then we dip,
I get da money then I make it flip,
I got ya ho and she showing me tricks,
And I know she want more, told dat ho gotta dip,
Btc on my momma,
Don’t want no more drama,
You want me to love ya,
But I jus want da commas,

camefrmhell (1basedthomy)

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