Explicit.

7eddy - CLASSIC MF

prod. 1wayOut

LYRICS:

I'm really savage uh huh
I need a bad bitch uh huh
I don't want average uh huh yeah
I bought a new time piece uh huh
I'm with some fine shyt uh huh
She sit on my dick uh huh yeah

I'm a classic mf I'm the baddest
Brand new bag you bought my bitch already had it
Talkin shit that boy a fan yeah
They can't catch cuz them boys are really laggin
Huh huh yeah said bitch I'm a vet
I'm making that pussy to wet
I'm talkin bout diamond baguettes
I ain't fuckin with you, you a loser
Don't be talkin some shit you'll regret
What you talkin bout you got no shooters
I can fuck up your life that's a fact yeah

Yeah and nobody fuck with you
Yeah I dropped the bag that they runnin to
When I walk in the crib that's a W
When I fuck on yo bitch and she love it too
And you know Imma do what the money do
Comin in Imma move like a Russian
Brand new chain and you know that shit bussin
Why the fuck did you come you ain't clutchin
Fuck you bitches talking shit up on my name
I walk around and that bih wanna fuck on me
Cuz I got diamonds dancin off my chain
I know it's fake when they say they got love for me
That's how it really is up in this game
She hit my phone and she say that she done with me
You just a pussy bitch and you a lame
All you pussy boys are dead to me
Got about a thousand enemies
Remember everything they said to me
This shit gon make me catch a felony
Pushin five I'm the top tier
Shorty shake it tell her god damn
All my brothers got it locked down
I'mma make the pussy bow down

I'm really savage uh huh
I need a bad bitch uh huh
I don't want average uh huh yeah
I bought a new time piece uh huh
I'm with some fine shyt uh huh
She sit on my dick uh huh yeah

I'm a classic mf I'm the baddest
Brand new bag you bought my bitch already had it
Talkin shit that boy a fan yeah
They can't catch cuz them boys are really laggin
Huh huh yeah said bitch I'm a vet
I'm making that pussy to wet
I'm talkin bout diamond baguettes
I ain't fuckin with you, you a loser
Don't be talkin some shit you'll regret
What you talkin bout you got no shooters
I can fuck up your life that's a fact yeah

CLASSIC MF [prod. 1wayOut]

over it

LV Freestyle

tatted m8i

(Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh)
She look at me, she start to get wetter
Rockstar fien, I guess I’m better
Nose starts to drip I guess it’s the Ket’, huh
What do I do bitch I’m so fed up, yuh, yuh
There’s a worldwide problem with drip, imma call Margiela 
Steppin’ with Rick on my feet I blew up Al-Qaeda, yuh, yuh, yuh

My shorty fien, she Cinderella, bitch I got Brittney, Whitney and Bella
I need a bitch like Rhianna in Umbrella, I need a bitch that pop out and get wetter
I love the cheddar no matter the weather, I’m sending hits I feel like Mayweather
I’m gonna be the godfather forever 
Get with the team or you gon’ get left, uh
Bitch I done leveled up, entered a new dimension, huh
I done seen it all, I fuck up on occasions
I’m all out of patience, I’m thirsty for vengeance 
I want revenge, send the location
(Hey little Nathan, stop actin’ hard, you not from the hood)
(Bitch came straight from the ‘burbs, I done seen yo hood)
(You not like that, stop all the cap, stop all the act bitch)

She look at me, she start to get wetter
Rockstar fien, I guess I’m better
Nose starts to drip, I guess it’s the Ket’, huh
What do I do bitch I’m so fed up, yuh, yuh
There’s a worldwide problem with drip, imma call Margiela 
Steppin’ with Rick on my feet I blew up Al-Qaeda, yuh, yuh, yuh

hideandgeek (prod. r3versme)

W/800pts hidden in thE shadows of lovE [whaddefukk]

https://soundcloud.com/pradalex



a sickness

Pradalex - drama (appa2x)

prod Socialoxygen

Wanatabe on my jeans 
U can see the ripped seams
White girl fuckin with me, text from Christine
Punch em in the face, yea
that’s why they call it beat
They be seein me
I’m just living all my dreams
They don’t know fucking know that I’m losin all my sleep
Fuck up the shows, we make all them bitches scream
Everything we doin is jus way too pristine

Sayin it’s only for the weekend
when I’m watching u going off the deep end
I’m not showing off, bitch i’m leading
I guess everything happens for a reason
For a reason
That’s the only thing that keep me from leaving 
Someone tell me wtf happened to dreaming
Don’t fucking lie to me
You don’t even dream sleeping
Yea I got my racks up, bag up
And I feel the evil eyes on my back 
but that shit don’t matter
They don’t even need replies to get fucking madder
I don’t smoke out the pipe but get high like rasta
Chasin something I can’t put my finger on, faster
Back hurt from carryin them man, no fucking backpack
Got me ice on my teeth, blind them with the laughter
Tryna speed up living life
Tryna die faster

Wanatabe on my jeans 
U can see the ripped seams
White girl fuckin with me, text from Christine
Punch em in the face, yea
that’s why they call it beat
They be seein me
I’m just living all my dreams
They don’t know fucking know that I’m losin all my sleep
Fuck up the shows, we make all them bitches scream
Everything we doin is jus way too pristine

hideandgeek (prod. r3versme)

r a h (@wehaterah)