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Anyone else know other glo artist songs other than chief keef and this?

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It's 2024 and I'm Putting My Verse Up

2024 and I still listen this beat

Super🔥instrumental ft Styles Mylife 💯

Yes

2024 and still lit!🔥🔥🔥

Evil ahh beat😈🔥🔥🔥

What are the chances that 0:30

the first glo beat

Sounds like a boss fight theme on a JRPG 🔥

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Imagine some weird prog band with a live theremin player doing this. They could also do asl interpreting like that woman from the rtb fest video that was on buzzfeed like a decade ago.

This shit hotter than the sun 🔥🔥🔥👽👽👽

Everyone waking up in Miami

Legendary times ✅

h8 aswell

we all got dreams

love though

sold ya soul g

This beat sounds like two planets fighting

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Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy Huh Yeah Huh Uh .44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch" I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail, she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world and nigga, I ain't come yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talkin' 'bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my fucking address, huh I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Big black nigga and an icy watch Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grindin' in my Jordans, kick them off, they might be hot (huh) Swish, I'm swimmin' in a yellow bitch (boss) In the red 911, lookin' devilish (haha) Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down (huh) Thought it was bulletproof 'til he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before (yeah) Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car note (Rozay) Well connected, got killers off in Chicago (huh) I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Talk stupid, get your head popped I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox Big B's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks You're fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck Empty the clip, then roll the window up Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon I'm in a red bitch, she say she finna cum Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, Y-M-C-M-B Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see you lookin' with your lookin' ass, nigga You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving If I die today, it'd be a holiday, huh I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (yeah) Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together Y-M-C-M-B, Double M, we rich forever (huh) The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch gon' bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (yeah) Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny? Mama only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather around, got gifts for each and all of y'all (haha) Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (yeah) If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up (nigga) It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (yeah) I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car Yeah

So its the money in the way

WILL NEVER DISAPPEAR

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Who’s recalls the nas record with this sample?

Greatest beat of all time‼️‼️‼️

Melhores beats q já ouvi ....R.I.P X 🙏

This beat sounds so damn tight I simply can't listen to it with the vocals.

Fuck you want didn't know what you doing Y'all must of not know who y'all was talking to I'm often to leanient toward a broken home when work a do This murk a do worker bees always try to do what the surgeon do Call me Sargent dugg out of your a grave maybe a jerk or two Her jaws tired I sent her back she only jerking you Not all dog lyers I grip the safe haven you j cats in with 9 plyers I'm so fire as young as I am i grow tired born destined to win still niggas gone blow iron I keep the conversations transparent mom and dad always say go niners Go to blow diners up bully einsteners house in the hills like a gold miner While you sleep on the game I pull all nighters Young bitch in love with the fame ducking the pain Still tryna act like being up in the same fuckin mug cream And we both stuck in a vein got me going fuckin insane I wanna put a slug in her brain for going knuckle to grain against me stuck in the mud and i reign he remained clean They say that behind the scenes everything happen that we can't see But before we got to the trapping I'm fucking these bitches waist deep Now they wanna call me Tyrese call on tyrone ya boy make make em before he buy beats Shoot out they windows before show balls and skeet before you let em buy sleep Bitch have the time of ya life next time don't try to speak Fuck you ain't any nigga the volcano eat In this systematic world I'm an unstable creep Under table payment these nigga label as armegrden I'm breaking ankles of the star spangled Your life can get disabled when reckless talk static cable She be begging for a nigga to play along as long as Atlantis lay low Snubnose found by the pig but they on the payroll Why he still talking to the kids I'm still in the spot Same nigga that pop up when they head hot Time is fucking money I need it on the dot How the fuck these bitch niggas still smiling after getting dropped Saying forgiveness is real love after getting popped I got a bottle full of cardi b I got to get the gwap Hennessy for my brother no more selling coco She wanna stick with the g's and party for the promo It takes a flip of some keys to turn you into a logo I keep them shells dropping and that's kc and JoJo Bitch nails popping slat slat thumb to the side of her index when she eat the froyo She won't leave my house she said she cheating but we stopped dating a decade ago She must be cheating because I'm cheating and that shit happened a headache ago This bitch bias opinions got me on a roll Yea soc it to em bitch while I meet my every goal Face in front of the media she act like we live in socal I go up with lieutenants these hollows tips about to pour down Living too fast iknow I might die young Telekinesis the communication don't even try to buy guns Won't get with the program cause these niggas is lip service Life is a bitch and I'm go empty clips perving These niggas wash up on the beach don't be afraid to send em back to Mervins I dont do one way conversations Once I catch a nigga slipping imma find out who been enslaved him Sideline talk turned invisible by like somebody saving them That ain't what the nigga said the nigga said he not a star At the table with face with a blood oath the other side a cop car The more niggas tried to sit in the throne the more I realized the top is not far Niggas seek salvation from new enemies They say old dogs can't learn a new trick these days I got kujo memories Chinese ak 47 stealing all a puto victories You won't smoke it's hickory And run up too many times get sat down to start snickering These niggas straight pussy share plates cause y'all history Too much sucking don't stop until I bust a nut and y'all history God flow to you nigga i come as such a mystery Around a real nigga you virtually mr beast Wake up to the game yo helmet beneath my cleat Walking around dressed like juvenile they got Elvis beneath my street Imma run up and beat the beat I can feel it start to heat up beneath my feet Running on gasoline it's feeeum straight out of his baggy jeans 92 baby vroom straight over fresh outta dreams Still a sell a bitch a pair bloody jeans I be thughing I don't give a fuck it's bcus my genes Born a brick house I got crack for the underground plumbing If these niggas still hating them its back to head hunting Niggas what the fuck you faced with them niggas ain't saying nothing Bout getting money that's a story I was writing when a ghost haunting mm go niners Telepathy

This and I’m goin in some of his best instrumentals

[Intro: Sample] "Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy" [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] .44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch" I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple-threat When I was in jail, she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world, and nigga, I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh [Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Big black nigga in a icy watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss) In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha) Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time Drop palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah) Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago [Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah, oad up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Talk stupid, get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx Big B's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks You fucking with a nigga who won't give a fuck Empty the clip then roll the window up Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum 200 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh [Verse 4: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne + Rick Ross & Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah) Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang" Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah) Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah) Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y’all Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah) If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up (NIgga) It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah) I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up [Outro: Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car Yeah

2pac only god can judge if u can rap try it over this beat it sounds so damn good

Wow I finally found it, this beat plays in the background of our Zimbabwe anthem, I’ve been wondering where it came from 😢

One of the coldest to Do it rest in peace dog

That synth work pumps up the beat like a mothafucka.

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Hahaaaaaa, sounds like the song itself. Such a masterpiece ❤

Yeah

i love her like head i love her like bread but im dead REDD red foxx pink coxx dont b scared dykes of big tyke its just a dick promise it will fit born mistfit more like a outkast kuz i had to get the kash aint shiit been sweet since i was in pussy born early 2 months preme had to get out and be a p og doin my thing my favorite thing is ass in a p string wish i was smokin on og

Wayne with the Vs screen pose lol

Still bumpin this beat in 2023