PIBBLE’S PLAYLIST OF DOOM  >:D - 12

overseas

Prod. Buckx2
Im not gonna go there I don't work that way
im not gonna hold you I don't feel that way
if you gonna talk sweet I dont wanna hear it
I dont wanna think anymore (x4)
maybe i should stay here
maybe i should feel the night
ankle deep in it I couldn't fight
I should keep this feeling right right right right right right 
I should keep this feeling right right right right right I should keep this feeling right
I got it in my head now
im feelin like I own the night
light flashing white I know you want a bite I got you in my sight
you should talk to me girl
im runnin hits on the world
you think you best well dressed sittin pretty with your hair curled
you should talk to me girl im getting drinks on the way
you could invite me to stay 
I only talk when im paid bitch
Im not gonna go there I don't work that way
im not gonna hold you I don't feel that way
if you gonna talk sweet I dont wanna hear it
I dont wanna think anymore (x4)
maybe i should stay here
maybe i should feel the night
ankle deep in it I couldn't fight
I should keep this feeling right right right right right right 
I should keep this feeling right right right right right I should keep this feeling right

DARKHOUR (PROD.BUCKX2)

BAD HABIT! (FT. GORT) (PROD. SIXTHSIN)

Postal

HANK HILL - Bumboi (prod. Bumboi)w shdw

(NUUMA)
she got me feelin way too hot I think she want it
got that heat up in my chest make it make it hard to quit 
Cuz I could really care I could just say fuck all of this
with the way she move there just aint no stoppin this (stop)
she got me feelin way too hot I think she want it
got that heat up in my chest make it make it hard to quit 
Cuz I could really care I could just say fuck all of this
with the way she move there just aint no stoppin this (ooo stop) 

no stoppin no stoppin no stopin stoppin her
no stoppin no stoppin no stoppin stoppin it
no stoppin no stoppin no stoppin stoppin her
no stoppin no stoppin no stoppin stoppin it 

I got that heat up in my chest I'm gonna burn down the room
Bad bitch a demon she gon bring me my eternal doom
I got that heat up in my chest I'm gonna burn down the room
Bad bitch a demon she gon bring me my eternal doom 

(CACITY)
I dont really care I just really fucking want it
I dont really care I just really fucking want it (want, want)
I dont really care I just really fucking want it
I dont really care I just really fucking want it (want, want)
I dont really care I just really fucking want it
Running out the crib, I got a band at least I got it
Fucking up the pack I need it back just like the profit
Had to kill this shit I got my keys let’s get it started

ETERNAL DOOM FT.CACITY (PROD.BUCKX2)

i gave away myself
in exchange to feel my guilt
the waves i've overcome
i still drown until i'm numb

what have i become?
nothing in my lungs
talking to my wall
on my knees i fall
on my sheets i bawl
praying to my god

i gave away myself
in exchange to feel my guilt
the waves i've overcome
i still drown until i'm numb

what have i become?
what have i become?

prod. diedinoctober

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guilt

Lyrics :

Beat 01

Hook :
Sexing with death
I'm on a wrong path
X4

Verse 1 :
She sweet like potato
Want me to give her top
I need to see to the potential
Do not want it to flop
Bet
Imma give her my all
So now she don't want me to stop
We ain't taking it slow mo
If I talk and don't act
That is a no go
So I bark and I bite
I give a whole show
What's popping ?
Wassup ?
Es inflammado ?
Well imma turn it up
And add an Avocado
Cuz she gon need a whole lot of water when I'll be done
I take us to the other side
They're calling me Charon
Like, you know with the reaper I got relations
She giving me some time
I'm giving her my tongue

Ayo wait wait wait
You telling me you fuck death ?
Giving her brain brain brain
On the go so she can bless you ?

Well
I'm a good girl
What can I say ?
She loving it when I play
With her mouth
She my bae

Chorus :
I'm the only one
She like to foreplay with
It's a ticking bomb
Fore she get bored with me
It is a dangerous bond
Yea I plead the filth
But in the catacomb
We feeling so lively
X2

Hook :
Sexing with death
I'm on a wrong path
X4

Verse 2 :
I don't care why she really wanna do me
When I'm under that cloak I want it to get spicy
Sussy
Damn I got up a lil zesty
Fingers making that faucheuse so happy
Nauseous ?
Nah girl I won't be
Atrocious be her work
But I mean
Would you pass on the goddess on the afterlife ?
I doubt that
So fuck it, I'll be her brat

Chorus :
I'm the only one
She like to foreplay with
It's a ticking bomb
Fore she get bored with me
It is a dangerous bond
Yea I plead the filth
But in the catacomb
We feeling so lively
X2

Hook :
Sexing with death
I'm on a wrong path
X4

Beat 02

Verse 3 :
Sexing with death's amazing
Not gonna lie
Grey ace shawty flying way too fucking high
Stop me not bitch
I wanna see how far she can take on the Line
'Fore the deadly climax
Sexing with death
I'm on a wrong path
Am I really the only one she wanna, huh
Am I really the only one she wanna smash ?
I doubt that
Still I let her bang cause

Sexing with death's amazing
Sexing with death's amazing
Sexing with death's amazing
Sexing with death's amazing

SEX.WITH.DEATH

STARfall

NASTYWERKKKK!

If I’m the force you’re the negative 
If I’m the force you’re the negative 
And I’d kill for ya it’s precedent 
And I’d kill for ya it’s precedent 
If I’m the force you’re the negative 
If I’m the force you’re the negative 
And I’d kill for ya it’s precedent 
And I’d kill for ya it’s precedent 

Making a way you’ll find out 
Making a way you’ll find out 
Making a way you’ll find out 
Making a way 

Your loves on the walls 
Your love crawls 
Like a spider, like spider 
Way it crawls up before it bites ya 
Like a spider, like spider 
Way it crawls up before it bites ya 

If I’m the force you’re the negative 
If I’m the force you’re the negative 
And I’d kill for ya it’s precedent 
And I’d kill for ya it’s precedent 
If I’m the force you’re the negative 
If I’m the force you’re the negative 
And I’d kill for ya it’s precedent 
And I’d kill for ya it’s precedent 

You’re the opposite of me 
I’m 212F you’re 0C
Let live die and let love bleed 
I’ll put it in the ground to rest in peace  
Your the opposite of me 
I’m polar to the sun 
You’re ash and heat 
Forcefield blocked magnetically 
Your compass pointing southwest 
I’m northeast 

If I’m the force you’re the negative 
And I’d kill for ya it’s precedent 


NEGATIVE

@JACKSAWS
@HXLX
https://genius.com/Sentfromiraq-the-bog-lyrics

THE BOG W/ JACKSAW [HXLX]

Cacity - Scarecrow

LYRICS:

GONDA:
IF YOU WANT, BITCH, YOU CAN GET IT
PROMISE THAT I KEEP EVERYTHING ‘ROUND ME COPACETIC
THESE RAPPERS COPYIN’ THE WAY WE DO IT, SO PATHETIC
THE ONLY THING I LEAVE YOU NEEDIN’ IS A PARAMEDIC

I POP OUT ON THE OPPS WITH THE CHOPPA, BROAD DAY
AND SEND ‘EM UP TO GOD FOR NO REASON BUT HE SAY
THE ONLY THING YOU GAIN IS SOME WEIGHT UP ON YO WAIST
I CANNOT WAIT, SECONDS TICKIN’ BY IS SUCH A WASTE
BITCH I’M OUTSIDE, SKIPPIN’ OUT THE FRONT DOOR, DIPPIN’ OUT THE BACK
WHEN I’M FINISHED BLOWIN’ OUT HER BACK LIKE A CHIROPRACTOR
I MAKE IT CRACK WHEN SHE CALLS ME
NIGGAS TALKIN’ SHIT, BUT STILL LIVIN’ WITH THEY MOMMY
OLD ENGLISH, I GOT THAT 40 OZ UPON ME
I GIVE ALL MY PRAISE TO THE EYE WHERE MY PALM ME
I NEVER PANIC, IF IT’S STATIC, ADDRESS IT CALMLY
BITCH, I’M FROM A CITY WHERE NIGGAS TURN INTO ZOMBIES
TAKE YOU TO THE TENDERLOIN, NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD
WHERE THEY FLIPPIN’ CELLPHONES, JUNKIE HOES GIVIN’ HEAD TO TRICKS
HOPPIN’ OFF THE PORCH LIKE A RABBIT, NOT TALKIN’ TRIX
SERIAL NUMBER UP ON THE GUN IS SCRATCH AND SNIFF
I TOLD MY HOMIE TAKE THE STICKER OFF THE BACK OF YOUR WHIP
YOU SHOULDA CUT IT UP, BITCH
TOUCH A BRICK LIKE I DO CONSTRUCTION, THE GLOCK MAKE ‘EM DROP IT TO THE FLOOR
LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT FUNCTION

EVERYBODY WANNA BE RICH, EVERYBODY WANT FAME
EVERYBODY TRYIN’ TO ESCAPE THEY PAIN
LOOKIN’ UP AT GOD WHILE YOU BURN IN FLAMES
WHO DO YOU HAVE BUT YOURSELF TO BLAME?
BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, HOE WE ALL THE SAME
IF I WERE TO PASS, WOULD YOU SAY MY NAME?
IF I WERE TO DIE, WOULD YOU CARRY THE TORCH?
STAND UP MUTHAFUCKA, HOP OFF THE PORCH


MONGO:
HOPPIN’ OFF THE PORCH WHILE YOU ON THE BLOCK TRICKIN’
DOIN’ DIRT LIKE I’M DIGGIN’, ALWAYS GETTIN’ TO MY CHICKEN
MONGO WENT FROM 9 TO 5s BIPPIN’ ALL MY VICTIMS
TO A SKYRISE, I CAN SEE THE CITY WHERE I’M LIVIN’
I HAD TO DO THIS SHIT WITH GONDA
PUFFIN’ ON MY COMMAS, RIDIN’ ROUND IN THAT HONDA
STRONG MARIJUANA, THE ONLY THING THAT I’M FOND OF
I LIKE SOME BITCHES BLONDE, I LIKE SOME THAT LOOK LIKE OBAMA
STEPPIN’ IN THE PLAGUE, I AIN’T ROCKIN’ NO DAMN PRADA
PULL UP LOOKIN’ PROPER, I GET DOLLARS OFF MY PRODUCT
AND IF YOU WANT IT, YOU CAN GET IT MY DAWG
IF YOU CAN NAME IT, I PROMISE THAT I’M WITH IT MY DAWG
MIGHT GO BACK TO MY OLD WAYS AND HIT A LICK WITH MY DAWG
TALKIN’ SMACK, I PULL UP WIT A STICK WITH MY DAWG
THAT’S MY DAWG, THAT’S MY DAWG
I GET TO LICKIN’ MY PAWS, YOU APPALLED
IN YA BROAD, THAT’S WHERE I’M STICKIN’ MY BALLS
WE AIN’T THE SAME MUTHAFUCKA, YOU AIN’T WIT IT AT ALL
AND I CAN PUT YOU SIX FEET UNDER WITH NO FEELINGS INVOLVED
CUZ EVERYBODY WANNA FUCK WITH THE HAND
UNTIL THAT STICK GO BLICK, BLING, BLAOW AND YA MANS IN THE SAND
IT LOOK LIKE AFGHANISTAN WITH THE MAC IN MY HANDS
I PUT YA GANG IN A PAN, UNDERSTAND?

GONDA:
EVERYBODY WANNA BE RICH, EVERYBODY WANT FAME
EVERYBODY TRYIN’ TO ESCAPE THEY PAIN
LOOKIN’ UP AT GOD WHILE YOU BURN IN FLAMES
WHO DO YOU HAVE BUT YOURSELF TO BLAME?
BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, HOE WE ALL THE SAME
IF I WERE TO PASS, WOULD YOU SAY MY NAME?
IF I WERE TO DIE, WOULD YOU CARRY THE TORCH?
STAND UP MUTHAFUCKA, HOP OFF THE PORCH

IF YOU WANT, BITCH, YOU CAN GET IT
PROMISE THAT I KEEP EVERYTHING ‘ROUND ME COPACETIC
THESE RAPPERS COPYIN’ THE WAY WE DO IT, SO PATHETIC
THE ONLY THING I LEAVE YOU NEEDIN’ IS A PARAMEDIC
(x2)

HOP OFF THE PORCH (PROD. FONY WALLACE + JOSHBAE)

LYRICS:

Picture me rolling something in a blunt,
Open it up, pick apart what’s making up the guts
Pass it around, make sure everybody get it once
Tripping off of whoever bet I ever give it up
Stumbling out the front door, lacing up shoes
I got shit I gotta get done today I’m making the news
It’s a lot you probably hear about me, none of it’s true
‘Cause what they said isn’t enough pussy it’s worse, fuck you

Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money pussy the full amount
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account
Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money pussy the full amount
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account

I put down the static I don’t want it,
‘Cause if I go to jail I come out dumping out the cartridge
Hanging out the window yelling “fuck the whole game”
Let ‘em pull up at the crib and dot a fucking family name
Eulogies and twitter posts “they died too young”
Well blame it on who taught ‘em how to hold they fucking tongue
Shit that I invested in was built for popping lungs,
Tell ‘em jump, motherfucker jump, duck and fucking run

Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money pussy the full amount
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account
Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money pussy the full amount
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account

Scene been rotten from the inside out
I’m still fucking up the peace until we both dried out
I hated every fucking word that ever fell out they mouth
I wish you all the fucking worst could give a fuck what you ‘bout
Pussy die, tell ‘em die, don’t ever bring it outside
I’m fucking riled up I hope you try
This for every artist ever looked me in my eyes I see the bitch in you,
Bow, motherfucker die slow

CARTRIDGE [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Tryna get rich then pick my issues back up I’m not tryna quit
Didn’t my best shit sound like I got fucked up shit I prolly did
What’s up with you? Ima keep running my mouth then buy myself a crib
Bitch I been knew, I’m supposed to be fucked up I’m my mommas kid
Try and tell me what the fuck I’m really supposed to talk about then we could die about it
Shit that’s written in my DNA could tell me why I never got to write about it
Why the fuck I couldn’t cry about it,
Why the fuck it’s all blood sweat and my liver taking all the hits ‘bout it

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

You don’t know who the fuck I am,
And don’t try and tell me what the fuck I’m really talking ‘bout,
And don’t try and act like you know better bitch,
I could finish shit, get shit wrapped up and I flip the script
Get them pages ripped, get them memories stripped I’m uh,
Not making them same mistakes again get what the fuck I want
Done feeling like shit ‘bout something I said I’m on my fucking job
You don’t gotta like shit ‘bout me it’s a lot of you people like I give a fuck
Motherfucker it’s up
Yeah

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

PIBBLE’S PLAYLIST OF DOOM >:D - 12

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