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Gold!

Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) I'm like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic' But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin' 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?" I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

Reminds me of them Spinrilla days man 🥲

What happened to rumworld

Just made a diss song in my heads😊

I miss 2️⃣0️⃣1️⃣3️⃣ - 2️⃣0️⃣1️⃣4️⃣

2024🎉

Does he say. Pardon me it's her throat imma skeet. When i think of yacht killer. I think of wudnt no food or water in the house jus rice.

Gasss

Eliott on dat🐤🐦🐤🐦🐤🐦🐤🐦🐤🐦🐤🐦

tragic all around. the loss, the revenge, feeding the cycle. who will break it if not all at once?

0:12

LEEBOY ON THE TRACK

Finna freestyle this shi

It’s a riot can’t be quiet

What’s the vsts in this

I 💙 this mf right here…. I would love to spit sum to it… good work fam🔥💯

kingvonK

This that goated Durk I don’t kno shit about Smurk 😒

They don’t know bout this Durk

im making a crazy story gay remix

Quer ter o molho? Aaah quero que se foda o quanto que essa vida dói Sem estrutura, sem porra nenhuma como que constrói Minhas barras serão meu império, não nasci playboy Cena do rap é playboy babando ovo de boy (Salve pro rush) Cê que ter o molho, mas isso é mais vivência que drip Pega seu sangue, suor e suas lágrimas, junte isso aí Pegue 9 ônibus por dia desde sua periferia Eu era boy, cês não dizia, não fazem metade disso ai Seja homem da casa, se não for você quem irá assumir Seja homem pra essa gata, na cama trate igual uma bitch Fora dela igual uma dama mas se priorize Não dê corda pra nenhuma piranha não pesque isso ai Minha caneta atira mais que a Glock de quem é envolvido Cê quer treta, mexe com a família ou com meus amigos Minha letra vai me levar pro topo e quem tiver comigo Cê quer ter o molho mas isso é mais vivência que estilo Cê quer ter o molho mas isso é mais vivência que drip Cria em crise tira o $, pra virar somente crie Faço grana aqui com o rap no recanto sem ta no crime Um cria do setor 7, sem morrer antes dos 20 Garota sabe o que o Messi Fez no futebol Estarei é fazendo no rap Essa porra não é lol Que seu ex era viciado esquece Nem via a cara do sol Essa porra é o business é o rap Troco de mulher igual troco de flow, flow, flow(virada de jerk) Essa bitch ass vem se jogando pagando um blow Esses pussy ass vão querer é copiar meu flow Vivencias de rap, com grana do drill bolso lotou Meus manos do ST7, nenhum no crime, o sistema quebrou

I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) I'm like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic' But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin' 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?" I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

Fuk i aint trippn see a white crossed bitch fuk im likken red dont stop me from nothing make it pumpin we aint lovn just so stubborn

Take a min let my mind get it stright victim i aint simpin looked it i ant thinking whata do you crazy to we both in the truth crazy story’s everynight taken it light pussy for no fight she done me wrong choped im gone fuk ima storm

can i use this

I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) I'm like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic' But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin' 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?" I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

I still come bs m to this joint don’t know why 🔥🔥

I don’t rap I don’t be clapping ngas i be trapping ngas ain’t got a gun so when I spin you know I be over lapping ngas don’t pull the trigger you lil dirty nga my knife got sum glitter you hoe you a dirty slut you don’t wash your butt I’m boutta nut hit you in yo gut this shi gettin real that Nika lackin know that he be cappin now let’s start subtracting 4-4 = dirty wore now let’s do some more 8+8 that shi rhymes with rape who does that b the great i am straight just know that im not gay I pray everyday fuck wit me than you might catch a stray it’s still free Kay Kay know we don’t play you not smokin lay I spin through the rey fuck lil Mike his cousin a dyke hit him in his eye he wanna diss he a little bitch he ain’t got no rizz he smell like shit know I’m throwing 6 stop talkin on Kris Adri a bitch imma diss everyone till I get what I want. fuck on your aunt this a little taunt. Not finished till I’m done it is red rum for all of the opps fuck all of the cops👮 like fuck snitchin now my finger itching he diss in for attention this all makes sense he live in a tent struggling to pay rent this the end of my lil rap yall know I don’t cap and I don’t rap this shi took forever im finna take a nap.

Rare jewel🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best beat ever

I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) I'm like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic' But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin' 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?" I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

Bundy 2020

@Follow God:God loves you repent it will be worth it God bless you all💕💜♥️

2:52 might be the greatest sound ever 🔥

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hold me down shiii this was dope

138 BPM

Day1SS Snake Story 1 Instrumental

U go they go

2024 !

Green Goblin She just tryna feel my balls she acting like donovan (constantly) But you aint my only girl (aw mane) thank you come again i’m really reese da kid exotic za green goblin This that drac with the wood ye dat oppa stoppa shit Go find something better to do then acting like a dealer mane Cause it gets realer mane you niggas losing like the steelers mane You dont even like yo life but you act like it on triller mane i might go and smoke some za but you be poppin pillers gang rockin all dis valabasas i never been to calabasas shit choppa hit you quick yo mama see yo body she like (shit) brownskin petite jit yeah not that small she thick like grits gone get a bbl but you will never look like this ugly nigga doing tricks ts make me sick he testing luck (yeah) dont try to test me my hands oh mane hit like hemi truck we really up we used to wear shoes cost like 20 bucks its really us you was drinking henny outta sippy cup see that amaze me anyway dis girl wanna have my baby that shit crazy she be going crazy this shit look like rabies dis her first time? oh no dis is just her daily she arched like daisy but im not meeting dat ugly baby She just tryna feel my balls she acting like Donavan (love that shit) But you aint my only girl (aw mane) thank you come again i’m really giostakz exotic za green goblin This that drac with the wood yeah on dat oppa stoppa shit Go find you something better to do then acting like a dealer mane Cause it gets realer mane you niggas losing like the steelers mane You dont even like yo life but you act like it on triller mane i might go and smoke some za but you be poppin pillers gang we was stealing kias now hyndais had to switch it up he dissed we had to switch him up his mama gone go pick him up cute bih she a lightskin she tryna lick it up hopped in da backback seat fat ahh front seat had to kick it up sexy thot everybody want thinking im her dad (woww) do i wanna cuff hell nah well js a tad but evb fine still they exposed on da gram dont wanna say ha name but shell pose for da gram (damn) (hurry up and buy) (thank you come again)

I can really make a old chiraq drill type of song 😭😭😭😭

2024?

Need 2024 carti on this

Sumn Young Jeezy could spit to in 2005-2006

can i use this for my kobe best moments mixtape?

On beats there popping heat hear drums and become fakes as can be Claiming COMPTON, QUEENS,CHICAGO,NEW O, MIA, LONG BEACH but get caught up by some real Gz then freeze like exhausted niggaz running away from police, story telling having you looking like you real G"s but GOD got all your receipts exposing all you cowards and fonies Sold your soul to go gold but profit nothing that you satan sold his bitch ass dont even own what he claims that he owns all your frauds rented and exposed bring em out bring em out its kind of hard to yell with the pow pow in your mouth shout to my real ones on blocks showing real love lets take it back like its our childhood living rough handy me downs cant be around me looking like a clown food banks fed my household thats the inly way we were gonna hold christmas time Church brought us presents cause momma was in love and to broke to get us something Family all fucked up To busy being in the streets getting fucked up Step daddy was a P.I.M.P use yo take me to cheat on my mommy real talk no fronting fucked up my head became nothing want to be rich want to eat 5star dish evolve into a nigga who always kept it real clothes need to be iron attitude check try to be fly on next level shit flex on devils who bitch lucifer a fraud fake a corny fallen angel who looks at men and gets horny fuck a baal them niggas confuse as hell