mArTiNs ReVaNge(prod.faygo)

Offshore - RUSSIAN BANDO prodbyskelly

downing this bottle, i bottle my feelings, i’m thugging it out, i move on 
taking some Ls, but i understand man this is life, yeah i gotta move on 
i been tryna get her out my sight, yeah i gotta move on, 
i been thinking about a lot of things, i been putting the pressure, lots of it 
i been doing the shit that i did in the past, yeah i gotta move on and leave that shid 
yeah i gotta move on 
and do ts for me
i got this shid all wrapped up and i’m tryna impress ya, and caress ya, do it for me and regardless i got to put pressure and get better, hoping that i wake up one day and i got the racks up, we gon tap out

move on

i told her baby i’m one of kind (one kind) 
definitely not those other guys (none of dem)
all i got is bands on my mind (thee racks they blowing my mind ) 
and my aura, my aura is fly, till the day that i die (fresh to deff)

im here with kupa, we sippin da lean (we sippin the drank) 
we hit up monacco, we blowing them trees 
we got gabs and big steppuh, we steppin in drip (the ice, the water, what) 
who the fuck is these lames, don’t you step in my team 

we talk to the bands, we talk to plug, we don’t really fuck with you hoes, i fathered your style, you call me madiba, i really done fathered your ——

i really done fathered your hoes (for real) she hop in the coupe, no clothes (nope) my aura too clean, it glows (shine) i pull up in black, like ghost
too many racks in  seat, can’t fold (uh uh) my cup too muddy to hold (muddy) she textin’ my name in bold (crazy) but i ain’t the one she know (nah)
switched up my sim, i’m gone (skrrt) left that city alone  only come back for throne  and the fam, not a clone (never)

i move like a shadow in smoke  my aura too rare to provoke  she feelin' my vibe, she choke  but i never save no hoe (never that)
my cup got codeine dreams (mud) my fit from overseas (drip) ain’t signed but we livin’ like kings

aura talk

Skyf koss(ft.Tembo)

what? 
what you?
what you call?
what?
what you call an icon living 
i’m just a icon living 
what you call an icon living, i i i icon living 
what you call an icon living, i i i i 
pls don’t call me pls don’t text me i can’t talk to nobody, juh like franklin, they all dead , it’s bodies on bodies on bodies, i can’t lie my nigga, your shawdy bad and she got a body, drip so clean but cup so dirty, the racks, my pockets is chubby, 
mix that wok, im spinning 
niggas they wouldn’t admit it 
W’s all i’m getting 
and all the lean i’m sippin 
this year we standing on business 
we bout’a get to the riches 
we bout’a to turn to viscous(sss) 
we bout’a flip the system 
we gonna send them missiles 
Shawdy in Dior, i tell her that’s my blessing
i told her to bring her bestie 
she say she don’t wanna get nasty 
i tell her i get it pretty messy 
i don’t fuck you niggas you zesty
get the fuck out my face, don’t you test me

move on

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