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Switches/Ground ***ALL PLATS ***

Lyrics:

(You are now listening to Paypa)
She bother me too much 
I don’t pay no mind I’m jus rolling up 
Roll wood in this fuking blunt 
They say when it’s up then it’s Fukin stuck 
I’m going for bigger bucks 
I got different bitches it’s never one 
I go get new one 
Girl I’m speeding like flash 
Ur music is trash 
I’m running like digital dash 
Oh she stay on my ass
Asking me like where u been at
Like I’ve been at store 
Out make some money then making some more
Then making some more 
Out make some money Then making some more

Bothered (prod.xnikzx)

soul gone prod shynemoonlight

ALLTT/aint had nothing prod Ochoo

till we dead + octo

Lyrics:
Feeling like a wizard from a spell I'm about to cast
I be fucking all these hoes, I'm saving that hoe last
That little bitch, she a slut for me, but she got some class

Got a pretty bitch from West Palm, she trying to throw it back
Yeah, yo, bitch, way too ugly, nigga, she got some ass
I don't play bout my Breesh, nigga, yea I make it fast
I'm fucking on a freak hoe,when I'm in Atlanta

Me and my nigga on a two-man right in Savannah
Spent some racks right on Bathing Ape, I'm going bananas
Late night at her crib, feel like Baby Santana
I was 15, nigga, pouring lean in my Fanta

Now I got too many hoes, yeah, I'm feeling like Santa
Yeah, that little bitch wanna fuck, yeah, I call her Miranda
Yeah, I love all colors, nigga, I don't discriminate
I be focused on my paper, All distractions I eliminate

Stay in your lane, nigga, don't try to imitate
Nigga, be original, quit trying to steal the wave
It ain't gonna hit the same no matter how hard you replicate
Bitch, you replaceable I'll fuck bad bitches any day

Bitch, niggas gon' hate, I'm getting money anyway

Save Her Last (prod. M2kbando)

Hadouken-G.X.O.N

wywd

stuntin prod.devilship

ON DASH

In 1979, a fire tore through a small underground recording studio on the outskirts of Baton Rouge. The local papers called it an accident, faulty wiring, old tape reels catching flame. But the report was strange. The instruments were untouched, and the tape machine kept running until the reels melted. What it captured was later described by one investigator as “a choir screaming through static.”

Decades later, when Mesa Babe began recording Burnin, they used a refurbished console salvaged from that same studio. They didn’t know its history, not at first. But during late-night sessions, the board would emit faint crackles and whispers, as if someone was still recording on another frequency. Addison said the air smelled like ash. Abigail swore she saw names flicker across the faders, initials matching the victims from the ’79 fire.

The band kept going anyway. The song took shape fast, almost too fast, like something was finishing it for them. And when they played back the final mix, they heard it... buried beneath the guitars, under Alice’s voice, a soft, rhythmic breathing.

The file metadata changed itself that night. The timestamp read: 07/12/1979 — 3:06 A.M.
The exact time the Baton Rouge studio burned down.

Afterward, the console refused to power on again. It’s still stored in an unmarked crate somewhere, no label, no serial, no trace. But those who’ve listened to Burnin closely claim the sound of that breathing never left the master.

And if you slow the track down by half, around the two-minute mark…
you can still hear someone whispering a name.

Not one of the band’s...



ON DASH

Yung Xg

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