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gunk - Keep Goin

shoutout khaleds

Lyrics: 

Fuck, whatchu goin for? 
Pack a couple kilos by the bank like a back door
Seen it once, then many more
Could not take it anymore, Spread it all up in the floor 
Kept movin forward 
Seen it once, then many more
Could not take it anymore, Spread it all up in the floor 
Stuff it all up in a drawer 
Ask for one I’ll give you more
Readin lips, I’ll cause a tore 
Pessimist, I’ll run it more 
Closin shit, can’t handle god
Ride that shit like handle bar 
Foot on the pedal, I can’t handle all that gas innit 
Smokin on that kush, fuck, that shit smell like ass innit 
I been gettin by, fuck around off some acid, acid
Put that boy in a casket
JBL like fetty wap, broke ass hell you window shop 
Seen it all im goin home, goin home 
Seen it once, then many more 

Could not take it anymore, Spread it all up in the floor 
Kept movin forward 
Seen it once, then many more
Could not take it anymore, Spread it all up in the floor 
Stuff it all up in a drawer 
Ask for one I’ll give you more
Readin lips, I’ll cause a tore 
Pessimist, I’ll run it more 
Closin shit, can’t handle god
Ride that shit like handle bar 
tuck that shit, I can’t check more 
You can hear that engine roar 
Broke as hell, can’t spare you more
Broke as hell, im askin for it
You ain’t gonna get real far 
Foreign nights, steal foreign cars 
Seen it once, too many more 
Could not take it anymore, spread it all up on the floor

backdoor (khaleds)

do more dont care bout no feeling
you js want me dead 
you dont care bout no winning (oohh)
these niggas fake wont get in that circle
i got mood swings off these drugs
i dont wan' hurt you
i hate everything i do
this shit is terrible
your actions are a factor
its up in the parable

(uh uh uh uh uh uh uh )
i need to be dead right now
i need to be dead right now
i need to be dead right now

hold me- hold me up
hold me up
off these drugs
im mad af
i cant feel
i like how i feel
when i dont feel nun (yeah yeah) (x2)

pour it to the brim at the top of the cup
and the perc ain't gon stay up
come back up when the sun come up
n ts bitch wan hold my son
n im soaking in these drugs
curious bout my gun , MIGHT BLOW MY HEAD OFF OR SUM

its either you talking bout nun' or you talking drugs
ima kill myself real soon, just give me like 2-3 or 5 months
n im so fucked up in the head im letting you do whatever you want
if i had them pills id see the thrill in doing what you want

might blow my head off or sum prod luca

@1yahmeen on ig 
Ion even know yo name 
Like I ain’t even into you 
get up off me fore’ I knock a tooth 
hand to the jaw ima sock on you 
bad ass luh girl we gon sit on the roof 
Bad ass bitch, jiggle my nuts 
jiggle my nuts like some soccer2!
I think a young nigga feelin u
Never fucked w the game had to switch up the rules
like hopefully a nigga finna put his feet upon a  fucking tiger carpet
And most of y’all bitches just been snarking 
I’m at Audubon (Otto von) but I’m bismarckin (bins markin)
But ion give a fuck about that shit cuz baby I need 
(You I need you)
Yahmeen don’t drop that ball now
like watchu tryna do lil bitch?
Yahmeen don't drop that ball now
lil bitch I’m gonna ball out 
Count the bands 
In my hands
do the dance 
money dance , while I skip and I prance

soccer2 (over) #FREELUNA

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^,,^let's die Together w/ 2xdev

im not the answer to your problems (zayok!!)

thank u guys for all the love these are my 17th birthday beat clips !

0:00 - 0:32 with 1winnyyy
0:32 - 0:54 solo
1:21 - 1:43  with northernscence and imnotrydxr
1:43 - 2:06 solo
2:06 - 2:25 with tgwog
2:25 - 3:05 with sunsculptor
3:05 - 3:25 with angelus
3:25 - 3:48 with hymself
3:48 - 4:08 with exset
4:08 - 4:26 with jthousand
4:26 - 4:44 with jthousand
4:44 - 5:00 with da11as10k
5:00 - 5:18 with gunk
5:18 - 5:31 with jitrunner
5:31 - 5:47 with yungkeeta and tgwog
5:47 - 6:05 solo
6:05 - 6:24 with golden
6:24 - 6:40 with attic
6:40 - 7:09 with eboof truguy northernscence
7:09 - 7:27 with bbyazul and inci0
7:27 - 7:48 with imsg

‘25 birthday clips featuring exset bbyazul attc northernscence golden gunk tgwog imsg angelus & more

@452htz @kmoethekid @elxnce

Yah Yah n i keep tryna find my way back yuh
Keep tryna find my way back yuh
im on 4th tourin w slatt yuh
n twin gon pull up w blatt yuh
We spinnin w duffles in cash ya
Ya hoe in da past bra
like a nascar race in da trap bro (DOPE!!)
n i trip i trip i trip off xtc
witta blam 9 oma n u cant see dat shit
Gen 5 strap on me
n da police hangin when da bish tryn feel my shi
Hb wan act tough then he wanna act 😺
as soon as i tote this-
I threw a whole ass rack in his face
since he wan be tuff so now he gon feel my shii
been off da pack o.d 
i took dat x and I Still cant find my weed
Sent telegram to my og dealer
I just let munyun go talkin 4 me
Im inna srt, xrc? Elon musk in ts bish
Im in yo favorite rappers songs 
n you still play they shit repeat
whip out da mg5 shit c.o.d
air out tha house like a swat team
@amosmargiela the bish hmu 
on ma snapchat she ain een kno it was me
he say he gotta fine shyt fatty room stink
I hit to hit dat sneak
not tryna bust a ho eyelid
Ion een like dis bish they 2 freaky 4 me

Im tryna ruin this bish lifee ya
me n monsain locked in like ya
me n jade locked in like ya 
Me n rhek gon get right bra
This boof loud it ain lite ya
ts flow explode like bin laden bra
ts ho exotic been tryna fukk
feel like curry in da field boofy dunkin
Live like this bish goddamn
Me n yasu 4 life ya
me n leafuh been like ya
me n choppa doot doot doot doot
cant lie i live dat life bra

xtc prod leah kmoe elxnce ***all plats***

who up thinkin abt kana? i am... (not my drawing)

i still got yo picture its framed up on my wall
we fell in luv in the fall but yet cant win them all
my head starts 2 null it always ends in a draw
i had no feelings 4 u but now im gettin withdrawls
she grab my sack santa claus 
u the effect n the cause
we wearin designer drawls
whippin foreign cars
now we buyin our daws
collecting stolen hearts
u got me splittin 2 parts
our love is sweepin the charts

when ur mad u cant talk 2 ur friends
cs theyd rather see us break up than try n make our amends 
my life like a haircut im js tryna constantly cut off dead ends
tryna get up whats right 4 me instead of followin trends

i pray this never ends but lately u been gettin on my nerves
like lately on the daily its startin 2 feel like a curse
im not tryna hear abt whats wrong w u cs either way it hurts
confess 2 me all ur problems but im not the church

KANA (prod. casto x kirani)

Lyrics: 

Ran up a check on the wrong one,
I’m of a 10 say she want one,
Go to the bank get more sum,
Pul out the – Pul out the chrome one,
I got a cold one, I got a warrant—

Scratchin my name off the paper,
Judge in my ear, I can’t taper,
Voices distort in the fader,
Dreams in the mud, turn vapor,
Still got the cash in the layer,
Run it up, run it up, life ain’t fair.

Blood on my jeans, I don’t wipe off,
Spill in the sink, turn the lights off,
Voices keep screamin, I pipe up,
Drip in the red, no typo, no typo,
Your hoe look bad, she my hoe now,
That hoe get you back doored,
You left in the rain by the trap door.

Blood on the cash it’s a sad score,
Stains on the floor they can’t scrub more,
Nut on her face, say she want it,
Nggas be going real dummy, retarted.

Demons keep knockin I cracked doors,
I do not fuck wit crack whores,
But I like animal crackers,
Invite me over ima crack her.

Teeth in the cup, I been sippin on rust,
Knife in the cut, leave it dipped in the dust,
Shadows been laughin, they whisper they trust,
Blood on my laces, it’s sticky, it’s crust,
Voices been chantin, they tell me I must.

Hush hush hush,
Voices in my head, they rush,
Blood on the blade, no blush,
Stay in the dark, don’t trust,
Back of the room go crush.

Orange soda, Crush,
Blood on my tongue, it’s lush,
Knife in the bag, don’t touch,
Silence the crowd, no fuss.

Ran up a check on the wrong one,
I’m of a 10 say she want one,
Go to the bank get more sum,
Pul out the – Pul out the chrome one,
I got a cold one, I got a warrant—

Scratchin my name off the paper,
Judge in my ear, I can’t taper,
Voices distort in the fader,
Dreams in the mud, turn vapor,
Still got the cash in the layer,
Run it up, run it up, life ain’t fair.

Blood on my jeans, I don’t wipe off,
Spill in the sink, turn the lights off,
Voices keep screamin, I pipe up,
Drip in the red, no typo, no typo,
Your hoe look bad, she my hoe now,
That hoe get you back doored,
You left in the rain by the trap door.

Blood on the cash it’s a sad score,
Stains on the floor they can’t scrub more,
Nut on her face, say she want it,
Nggas be going real dummy, retarted.

Demons keep knockin I cracked doors,
I do not fuck wit crack whores,
But I like animal crackers,
Invite me over ima crack her.

Teeth in the cup, I been sippin on rust,
Knife in the cut, leave it dipped in the dust,
Shadows been laughin, they whisper they trust,
Blood on my laces, it’s sticky, it’s crust.

[2k* tag]
I-I-I-I-I love you 2k

Rust Soda ♱  (prod.me)

bogus

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@1yahmeen
yahmeenmgmt@gmail.com