yo dawg (prod. 7raptor)

p. yeadeuce

i'm in the cut with a btcch and a pole
one word, i got her suckin' me slow
one word, i put a gun to yo throat
i seen that 12 and i wanted to go
he talkin' down, he don't know how that go
fccn around, i'on fcc with that ho
did me dirty, i can't be seen with that gnat
i'd rather be all alone
fcc it, it's bullets all up in yo home 
i want it all, i'ma kick down the door
on god, you gon' know when its smoke

yea, on god, you gon feel when it's smoke
i can pull up on you, bae dropped the loc'
never was duckin' nobody, you know
baby, i'm pullin' the strings like a yo
we got the dough movin' in n out that ho
big ahh ak sittin' on the floor
i can't fcc with y'all no more
btcch, why you tellin' lies to my face?
i'on wanna see yo face 'cause it's fake
i'ma fccn blow the whole fccn place
they be askin' questions i can't even say
fcc with terrence, i'ma pull up with the k
fcc with bri, i'll put a knife to yo face
leave yo goddam body, let it stank
how the fcc y'all on my dic everyday?
how the fcc y'all on my dic everyday?
fcc around, find out yo life end today

i'm in the cut with a btcch and a pole
one word, i got her suckin' me slow
one word, i put a gun to yo throat
i seen that 12 and i wanted to go
he talkin' down, he don't know how that go
fccn around, i'on fcc with that ho
did me dirty, i can't be seen with that gnat
i'd rather be all alone
fcc it, it's bullets all up in yo home 
i want it all, i'ma kick down the door
on god, you gon' know when its smoke

btcch, on god, you gon' know when i'm mad
btcch, yea, deuce best friends with a mag
i call bro and he finna spazz
fcc that ho, i'm on dates with a stack
you don't know my life or the facts 
bih, these shoes all white, need 'em black
i just wan' get high, that ain't bad
btcch, i'm ready to fight for that bag
please don't try, you gon' leave in a bag


fccn around

p. kizip

i wan' get big like J. Cole 
big ahh bih, get the fcc out my face, ho
btcch tryn' twist my words like play-doh
i'm tryna build up the gang like legos 
we tryna pull up with Ks, i been hangin' with Turks
i'on give fcc 'bout the Caicos 
btcch say "i hate when you lie", but baby it works
but you sayin' shtt to me and it hurts
who the one that gon' slide, jit, i'm first
dam, how does it feel to get the burst?
i'ma ride with lil Deuce and the fccn birds
rrrl, talk down on the gang and get murked
come 'round with sticky hands, get ya ass booted
it's fent on the round, get ya stupid ass zooted
don't get ya ass hit, overdose off a bullet
boy, you look like a btcch, i'ma knock off ya mullet
yea, twin 'bout pull up in a fccn benz
i get so high, i can't tell none my friends
i fcc my lady, i put her in zen
i fcc that drum, put some holes in ya man
they don't wanna unlock that do', kick it in
my slime always been on go, get it in
all times, i just gotta hope for the best
sometimes, i wanna put holes in his chest
sometimes, i think about how that's a mess
i see my face, man, i look like a mess
God put me through so much, feel like a test

powerbomb !!

tampa! (prd. sl4yyer!)

new bottles

flip it (vench)

rick

yat / animal crossing 2

yeadeuce - im sorry prod yashi

Produced by murfee

Not gon' lie, sometimes i wanna cry
Not gon' lie, sometimes i wanna die
On myself, I wanna up that fye
Please, someone hit my shit up like a bullseye
Or I might just go and use a necktie
To my face, everybody wanna lie
Can't trust a soul, nope, not a guy
Whole time, all I could feel is the fake love
Wonder why i don't fuck with 'em
By my lone, I had to go get 'em
On my phone, no contacts in 'em
On my phone, no messages in 'em
Bad bitch at home, I'm finna go hit it
She the only one know how I'm feeling
On the microphone, my feelings I'm spitting

Feel like Tony Stark the eay I point that iron to my face
Ain't been feeling too good lately, Ain't been smiling in some days
Next person fuck with Lil' Yea, run this fucking fade
Your salary is less than what I spend in a day
So stop talking shit, you ain't ever flip no bricks
Come catch this fade

Stay clutching on my piece
My girl found out I had a bad day
Now she clutching on my D
Made me forget about all the bad shit
Even though it cut so deep
Tried to end my life so many times
Not even death want me
I tried to jump off the roof but I didn't die
All I did was damn near break my spine
I even imagined the look in my eyes
What's the purpose of my life
I done dodged death so many times
Me and Jayden tryna shoot a music video
But they already shooting outside
What's gon' be the death of me
I'm still alive and in disbelief
But in my girl, I believe
Bad bitch on her knees
She told me not to be too loud
C'mon baby, you know me
Fucking that bitch, she yelling and shit
Babygirl I cum in peace

Not gon' lie, sometimes i wanna cry
Not gon' lie, sometimes i wanna die
On myself, I wanna up that fye
Please, someone hit my shit up like a bullseye
Or I might just go and use a necktie
To my face, everybody wanna lie
Can't trust a soul, nope, not a guy
Whole time, all I could feel is the fake love
Wonder why i don't fuck with 'em
By my lone, I had to go get 'em
On my phone, no contacts in 'em
On my phone, no messages in 'em
Bad bitch at home, I'm finna go hit it
She the only one know how I'm feeling
On the microphone, my feelings I'm spitting

Ngl (murfee)

yeadeuce

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