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*Hosted By Kenopro79* Acid Souljah - Real! BAPEMAN (Prod. SpaceGhostPurrp) *Full Tape!*

lyrics:

bookie why'd you flee
you can't stick around
not today
not with me

huh, huh, yeah
baby come and slide
i'll be your getaway
yeah, show you everything
show you a good time
let's not make a scene
lookin' in your eyes
now i want a piece

oh what?
aw yeah?
want love?
come here

baby how you feel
you want some bands
not talkin' bout remi

you just want some bread
so i'm steady baker steppin'

that bitch she a peon
she a flea
she a peasant

now you runnin' (you gon' run, run)

you been tryna run away (you gon' run, run)
do it in a ghetto way (you gon' run, run)
use me for a getaway (you gon' run, run)
blame it all on me yea

huh
might just bring you around on a sunday
can you tell me where the time goes
i'm gonna bring you when the sun down

know you wanna see my face
huh bae?
who gon' pick you up when you fall down?

i know that you sexy
bitch i'm sexy too
you've been acting mundane
who you talking to
we could have a fun day
party at the pool, yuh
if a had a choice to pick
then bae i'm picking you

yea, yea
you can't even blame me baby

now you runnin' (you gon' run, run)

you been tryna run away (you gon' run, run)
do it in a ghetto way (you gon' run, run)
use me for a getaway (you gon' run, run)
blame it all on me yea

bookie why'd you flee
you can't stick around
not today
not with me

huh, huh, yeah
baby come and slide
i'll be your getaway
yeah, show you everything
show you a good time
let's not make a scene
lookin' in your eyes
now i want a piece

oh what?
aw yeah?
want love?
come here

run (prod. yk)

Stop Dissing

closed case (prod. otaku)

walk

catch him (fukhavi x chopstick) - lyrics 💕:

bitch, huh, we spot him, we got him, we shot him, i fuck on yo daughter, we lob her, she naughty, i’m noddin' off lean, i’m sippin' codeine, i’m booted off beans, like huh
bitch, huh, we catch him, he lacking, that AR attacked him, i got hella racks in the bank, if he want a lil feat, we gon' tax the bitch, i just be shooting them threes, like huh
you tryna come spin over here, run you over like dear, lil bitch i got that gear, made his ass disappear, is this shit sounding clear, it ain’t no man i fear, like huh
she fuckin, hit her from the rear, nah you ain’t gettin' near, lil bitch you not my peer, cut him off like it shears, when i look in the mirror, it’s a real sista here, like huh

double back with the g10, leave a pussy right on the cement,
i got an arp, but i'm not ayerp, how is you slime if you ain't got no tec
bitch i'm runnin' up these checks, bitch i'm fanned out check the specs
all of my sistas be walking around with FN's they finna aim it at yo neck

my bitch, she stay with snipa, hit you in yo head, put you on yo ass
i'm in the field souljas, and they seein' red, bitch you'll never last
hop in a amg 'cedes, i'm speedin' down quick, i think i might crash
pussy we are not the same, i'm upper then you, we always contrast
no you ain't talk bout shit, you a little bitch, you gotta admit it
i walk in this bitch, and i brought my stick in it
he talkin crazy bitch i'm getting rid of him

bitches be whining, just quit it
all of my flows, he bit it
walk out of the house, im fitted
shut yo bitch ass up, listen

bitch, huh, we spot him, we got him, we shot him, i fuck on yo daughter, we lob her, she naughty, i’m noddin' off lean, i’m sippin' codeine, i’m booted off beans, like huh
bitch, huh, we catch him, he lacking, that AR attacked him, i got hella racks in the bank, if he want a lil feat, we gon' tax the bitch, i just be shooting them threes, like huh
you tryna come spin over here, run you over like dear, lil bitch i got that gear, made his ass disappear, is this shit sounding clear, it ain’t no man i fear, like huh
she fuckin, hit her from the rear, nah you ain’t gettin' near, lil bitch you not my peer, cut him off like it shears, when i look in the mirror, it’s a real sista here, like huh



catch him (fukhavi x prodchopstick)

Isabella Lovestory - Telenovela (LE PIMP Remix)

H4RDC0RE

lyrics:


(intro)
bitch moved to the dark side

ye, know that shit aint new, flexed push to starts huh

yea, stuck in old ways, i see you tread through that dark huh

yea, step back hit that 3, i know how to ball huh

(verse)
im boutta cause some damage
dont think you could stand it
i got a bad bitch
and yo lil shit she rancid

cuttin em headless
and i get breesh that method
heard what you said yea
and you cant step you legless

(hook)
yea im
hotter than hot 
just look at the temp
your body been sweatin

yea huh
i know how to ball
so pass me the rock
im shootin like stephen

yea yea
couple lil hoes
they prayin to me
just like i been the reverend

uh huh
might go super saiyan n shit
yea little ole me would not play wit a bitch

yea you know
you pick up the phone 
start callin the cops
cuz i do not threaten

uh huh
i do what i say
dont say what i do
aint leavin no message

yuh
22 3's 
they piercin his lungs
and leavin em breathless

oh yea
knowin that yuka
could be round the corner
it leave yo head festerin

(verse)
yuh hoe just check the duffel, i got g-19's
sticks too

call them hoes my twins
you peep the way they sing

yea ha, shit done hit yo head
and now you can't een think

oh, runnin down on you too fast
lil hoe you can't een blink

put a funky nigga on skates
you cant een roll around this rink

huh huh
whats yo rank
huh huh
know i get pape
uh huh
yea i get pape
uh huh

i seen the opposition
i make em run

(hook)
yea im
hotter than hot 
just look at the temp
your body been sweatin

yea huh
i know how to ball
so pass me the rock
im shootin like stephen

yea yea
couple lil hoes
they prayin to me
just like i been the reverend

uh huh
might go super saiyan n shit
yea little ole me would not play wit a bitch

yea you know
you pick up the phone 
start callin the cops
cuz i do not threaten

uh huh
i do what i say
dont say what i do
aint leavin no message

yuh
22 3's 
they piercin his lungs
and leavin em breathless

oh yea
knowin that yuka
could be round the corner
it leave yo head festerin


(verse)
you could take a little peek
come over this side
ill teach you a lesson

take a look at the spreadsheets
i cant even lie 
i know you wont get it

yuka been havin a lil feast
you cant get a piece
you not even mentioned

he come around this lil spot
you sayin we homies
but you not een friended

uh yea
ran gon do you cray

up it
now it hit yo face

stuntin
i do the shit wit grace

if i want it
stack up the breesh i take

huh
ketamine dreams
and molly my mind
uppers and downers for pace
yea
and you dont get streams
and def not attention
so why are we talkin bout plays

how2ball (prod. jarrdx)

lyrics - 

wanted something special 
look into my eyes baby retinal

i- i-
don’t want you to feel left out 
including everything except your mental

and my touch cold baby but not gentle 
all it takes is a touch like fentanyl 
knowing she want peace but i bring tempo
and the hands trace slow when heat’s essential 

skin glow
lilac
moonlight on your soul

i know
you like that
i’m all in your bones

hands running all down you
until i see you’re too close
with the time passing can you understand it

i just want your body
nothing else

it’s enough now
i can’t help but tell you about yourself
speaking up loud
i don’t want no more, wishing you well
oh hell
you say you’re different moving like everyone else

i’ve been so cold 
but i might melt
too much pride in the 
cards that you dealt
know i been masking
i move in stealth
you don’t got to lie
i know you don’t want no one else

b-backseat tinted you can’t see who i am
talk real sweet but baby i don’t shake hands
yea, neck on freeze wrist talk goddamn
y-yea i don’t do hearts just one night plans
yea, touch her soul, then i go, special chance 
chrome lip gloss and she biting on my hand

i cant see that you been stuck up in the ambiance
tried to sneak but you to obvious
everything you mean to me? baby it don’t amount to much
been stylistic, you could see i talk in fonts
chrome on my body, your body too, i ain’t tryna flaunt

skin glow
lilac
moonlight on your soul

i know
you like that
i’m all in your bones

hands running all down you
until i see you’re too close
with the time passing can you understand it

i just want your body
nothing else

glow in the dark

zachburley