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To all the ones gone we miss you grateful for all the good things you did wishing we can kiss you we really miss you bottled up inside the pain wiped tears away without a box of tissues you don’t realise how much time is left until it all hits you letting the guilt eat you up inside hoping they all forgive you… it’s a lot you all been through forgive yourself trust me they all would miss you it’s like living in hell thinking the lord can get you for all the wrong you did do letting it affect your concentration remembering back wishing you can have past conversations before you got that last confirmation death for a lot it’s just hard to contemplate it I understand it’s easier for some to pull their head from the sand and face it man all this pain kept inside will we ever escape it? I fucking hate it contemplating suicide wishing I can see you again I never really had the chance to say goodbye you was more than just a friend and it’s sad cause when you lose grandparents I wonder how it would feel to be the mum and dad crying on my knees n getting mad wishing I can bring them back aaah we miss you we love you! wherever you are! just know you’ll forever be in our hearts you brought light to life when it was getting dark! we miss you I’m sorry I didn’t visit enough I’m sorry for the alcohol spliffs and drugs I look back at times and never gave you a hug made me feel disgust like how could I not see what’s right in front of my face if I wasn’t blind?! plenty times I lost my mind! times I acted selfish when I should have been selfless watched love ones lying there helpless and I couldn’t do nothing to help it! that’s why I strive to be a better person a better version and better my purpose we all miss you you did a service you gave me lessons to learn and I respect it some things can happen unexpected that’s why you got to live life to the full with every second cause it’s over in a second be careful don’t be too quick to count your blessings! we miss you we love you we might get to see you again one day until then… we miss you we love you

this beat is perfect for my song (YN Brian - Hoping Love - Studio)

Overview Listen Composers Lyrics Eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE Euphoria Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin' You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle Fabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you Shoo, shoo, shoo Shoo, shoo, shoo Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay I ain't thinkin' about no reaper Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away? Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face? Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case? Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city" He fakin' for likes and digital hugs His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky I'll park your son The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted What is it? The braids? I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh You know I got language barriers, huh It's no accent you can sell me, huh Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga, the crown is heavy, huh I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women And notice, I said "we, " it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin' How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough? How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough? I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin' Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk Remember? Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with? Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress Surprised you wanted that feature request You know that we got some shit to address I even hate when you say the word "nigga, " but that's just me, I guess Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record? Hoe, what? You ain't like that record? "Back To Back, " I like that record I'ma get back to that, for the record Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap? That's hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that Ain't 20-v-1, it's 1-v-20 if I gotta smack niggas that write with you Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Hale Osteen Funny, he was in a film called "AI" And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin Yeah, OV-hoe niggas is dick riders Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it Pick a nigga off one at a time with it We can be on a three-hour time difference Don't speak on the family, crodie It can get deep in the family, crodie Talk about me and my family, crodie? Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie Tell me you're cheesin', fam We can do this right now on the camera, crodie Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too If you take it there, I'm takin' it further Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do Ooh We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more Stop

Me who was waiting for the lyrics😂

Bpm? Is that a snare with a clap?

You wonderin' why I (why I) Don't come around like I used to Be around like I used to It's not you, it's me, I got a A different set of urgencies now Scared of watchin' my life go down the drain Can't let it be you in my way, so I Tread carefully, no bra Tread carefully, no panties I tread carefully 'til I'm on top of you And now I regret comin' over here Why you comin' over here? You know what you're doin' I can't front, I want you bad as you want me too Can't front, really want you bad as you want me too (ahh) I want you bad as you want me And I bet it's good 'cause you know what you're doin' You know what you're doin' How do you feel fightin' your feelings? Scared of your feelings, livin' in whiteout I can't see nothin' but you, starin' down my headlights Gotta get my head right, damn, I been here all night now Gotta get my ways together (get your shit together) Gotta gather all my shit, I said I wouldn't stay all night But it's seven A.M., I'm gonna miss my next meetin' fuckin' wit' you Guard's down fuckin' wit' you I'm makin' bad decisions how I'm livin' and I like it We're stuck in the feeling (never havin' anybody) Never feelin' nobody enough Stuck in the feeling (never havin' anybody) Got your hands all on me, so I Tread carefully, no bra Tread carefully, no panties I tread carefully 'til I'm on top of you And now I I can't front, I want you bad as you want me too Can't front, really want you bad as you want me too (ahh) I want you bad as you want me And I bet it's good 'cause you know what you're doin' Know what you're doin' I can't front, I want you bad as you want me too Can't front, really want you bad as you want me too (ahh) I want you bad as you want me And I bet it's good 'cause you know what you're doin' You know what you're doin'

I keep my day goin', I keep my bitch right Say that she want Casamigos, it's a lit night The whole hood tryna slide, so the list tight She bad, so she get by easy She said she don't need you, she said that she need me I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji Eye for an eye, I could treat you how he treat me Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty New lane, cuttin' it, Usain, runnin' it Big blunt, bunnin' it, lifestyle, covered it I was on my shit and you actin' like you ain't noticed I was makin' moves and you actin' like you ain't showed this, yeah I ain't with the drama, tell me who we cuttin' off The same ho you beefin' 'bout, yeah, she got nothin' on And no, you not my girl, so I ain't seein' nothin' wrong At all, these niggas know what I been on Slide on my lonely, gas by the OZ I don't got no OG, nowadays I'm OT Oh, you say you like that, oh, you gotta show me Tired of bitches actin' like they know me Movin' like Montana, might as well call Tony I got two hoes, might as well call brodie She said, "Tryna ski with me?" No, I don't get nosey Keep a couple B's with me, how I'm movin' mostly I keep my day goin', I keep my bitch right Say that she want Casamigos, it's a lit night The whole hood tryna slide, so the list tight She bad, so she get by easy She said she don't need you, she said that she need me I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji Eye for an eye, I could treat you how he treat me Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty I keep my day goin', I keep my bitch right Say that she want Casamigos, it's a lit night The whole hood tryna slide, so the list tight She bad, so she get by easy She said she don't need you, she said that she need me I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji Eye for an eye, I could treat you how he treat me Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty She said she don't need you I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji She said she don't need you Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty She said she don't need you I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji She said she don't need you Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty

So cool

Lyrics ❤ So many reasons wey I wan dey for you my love Na you I want to retire with my love See all the li ku ku things you do de make me no no (oh no no) This distance is taking a hold of me for sure Baby come (ku lo sa) Omo I want make we dey (ku lo sa) Girl I want make you, oh lo lo (ku lo sa) I for like make you (pull over) Ku lo sa Omo I want make we dey, oh lo lo (ku lo sa) Girl I want make you, oh no, no (ku lo sa) I for like make you (pull over) Pull over come on pull over Ku lo sa o Sheybi na this kind of thing wey de make man see yawa (see yawa) And me I understand say your dad no like me rara (me rara) See me I want make you know say me dey for you guarra (gurantee o) And if not the price be that I for like to see yawa (see yama) I never trade you for nothing This love making me de stunting Without you I no fit do nothing Omoge tell me what's up gannn I never trade you for nothing This love making me de stunting Without you I no fit do nothing Omoge tell me what's up gannn Omo I want make we dey (ku lo sa) Omo girl I want make you (ku lo sa) Baby I for like make you (pull over) Oh baby baby oh no no (ku lo sa) Omo I want make we dey (ku lo sa) Omo I want you everyday (ku lo sa) You got the shayo then we play (ku lo sa) Ku lo sa Oh no, baby oh no You making me high go low You making younger boy go loko You making young boy go loko Ku lo sa (baby oh no, baby oh no) Ku lo sa (You making younger boy go loko) Ku lo sa (You making younger boy go loko) Pull over (ye le le le) Ku lo sa See I never trade you for nothing (ku lo sa) This love making me de stunting (ku lo sa) Without you I no fit do nothing (pull over) Omoge tell me what's up gannn (ku lo sa, oh)

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Overview Lyrics Listen Go buy a zip of w-, hit the club Pay for like ten n- to get in, we crunk, lit in this b-, yeah Know we walk around the world Steppin' not givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at Yeah, get your a- mushed, smooshed (6ix) Yeah, 21, the biggest Put a n- in the chicken wing 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21) Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21) And 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21, 21) Drop some bars to my - ex for me And 21 (21), can you do somethin" for me? (Yeah) Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay) 21, do your thing, 21, do your thing (21) Do your thing, 21, do your thing Yellow diamonds in the watch, this sh- cost a lot Never send a b- your dot, that's how you get shot I DM in Vanish Mode, I do that sh- a lot Took her panties off and this b- thicker than a plot All my exes ain't nothin', them h- busted If my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin' You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it I know you on your -, baby, can you -? I'm a savage (21) Smack her booty in Magic (21) I'll slap a - with a ratchet I might slap a tracker on his whip and get to addin' Don't call me on Christmas Eve, b-, call your daddy (21) Call your uncle (21), b-, don't call me (21) Always in my ear, your h- a flea( Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21) Paid like an athlete, I got- All you h- All of you h- need to remember who y'all talking to It's the Slaughter Gang CEO I got d- for you if I'm not working, girl If I'm busy, then, f- no You need to find you someone else to call When your bank account get low You need to find you someone Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I'm on that Slaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh- Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh- Ayy, sticks and stones, chrome on chrome That's just what a n- on Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone Clickin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy Nan' n- seein' me, I'm Young Money CMB I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB The bad b- waitin' on a n- like I'm PnD I'm steady pushing P, you n- pushing PTSD I told her a- to kiss me in the club, f- a TMZ I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNE We revvin' up and goin' on a run like the DMC I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB You rappers like askin' if I f-, when you know we did When you know we did She came in heels, but she left out on her cozy sh- Ayy, I'm livin every 24 like Kobe did Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P the 8 Swear this sh- is getting ate, I'm on ten for the cake Get a lot of love from 12, but I don't reciprocate 51 division stay patrolling when it's late 21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate All the dawgs eating off a Baccarat plate See Drake and they underestimate Take it from a vet, that's a rookie a- mistake, ayy Ah, what, what Slaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-, ayy Slaughter Gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-, ayy (Slaughter gang sh-, ayy, murder gang sh-, ayy) (And you got 'em) Boy, look, you the m- man Boy, you, ooh, you is the man, you hear me?

𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 🐬🌊

Can i use this?

Can i use on soundcloud?

You are so f*ckin good men

 Home Traduzione Testi Significati Drake 21 Savage Rich Flex traduzione testo significato  di Jan Bran 5 Novembre 2022 Tempo di lettura:7 minuti Contenuti dell'articolo Drake e 21 Savage, ecco significato e traduzione del lead single Rich Flex dal disco Her Loss. Significato Rich Flex Traduzione Rich Flex Testo Rich Flex Drake e 21 Savage, ecco significato e traduzione del lead single Rich Flex dal disco Her Loss.  Significato Rich Flex Rich Flex è una canzone in cui Drake e 21 Savage si vantano dei loro soldi. Nello slang urbano, “flexing” significa appunto vantarsi. Drake usa l’espressione all’inizio della canzone, quando chiede al suo compagno 21 Savage di “fargli un favore”: 21, puoi fare qualcosa per me? Puoi fare un po’ di rich flex per me? Una chicca dell’album. Drake rappresenta il vero VIP del disco, ma inizia concedendo il palco principale a 21 Savage. È un grande segno di stima: Drake si fida così tanto di 21 Savage da delegare a lui la scelta delle parole per esprimere ciò che intende. Drake vuole vantarsi, parlare della sua ex e attaccare i suoi nemici, ma non lo fa. Chiede a 21 Savage di farlo per lui. Come una celebrità che nomina il suo successore. Traduzione Rich Flex [Giovane Nudo:] Vai a comprare una compressa di erba, vai al club Paghiamo circa dieci negri per entrare, sgranocchiamo, accendiamo, in questa cagna, sì [21 Selvaggio:] Sappi che camminiamo per il mondo Steppin’, non me ne frega un accidente di dove atterrano i nostri piedi, yeah Fatti sbattere il culo, schiacciato (6ix) Sì, 21, il più grande Metti un negro nell’ala di pollo, figa [Drake (21 Selvaggio):] 21, puoi fare qualcosa per me? (21) Puoi colpire un po ‘di ricco flex per me? (21) E 21, puoi fare qualcosa per me? (21, 21) Rilascia alcune sbarre alla mia ex figa per me Allora 21, puoi fare qualcosa per me? (Sì) Puoi parlare con gli opps Neck per me? (Bene) 21, fai le tue cose 21, fai le tue cose (21) Fai le tue cose, 21, sì, va bene [21 Selvaggio:] Diamanti gialli nell’orologio, questa merda costa molto Non inviare mai a una puttana il tuo punto, è così che ti sparano I DM in modalità sparizione, faccio spesso quella merda Si è tolta le mutandine e questa cagna è più spessa della trama Tutti i miei ex non sono niente, quelle zappe sballate Se i miei opp non rappano, si schiudono in culo Non sei pronto a premere il grilletto, non schiacciarlo Ti conosco sul tuo ciclo piccola, puoi succhiarlo? sono un selvaggio (21) Colpisci il suo bottino e la magia Schiaffeggerò un negro con un cricchetto Potrei schiaffeggiare un tracker sulla sua frusta e prendere il viscere (Figa) Non chiamarmi la vigilia di Natale, cagna, chiama tuo padre (21) Puttana, chiama tuo zio (21), puttana, non chiamarmi (21) Sempre nella mia L, sei un mostro (cazzo) Perché i miei avversari stanno postando pistole e usano solo i piedi? (21) Pagato come un atleta, ho… [Drake:] Tutte voi puttane, tutte voi puttane dovete ricordarvi con chi state parlando È un amministratore delegato di Slaughter Gang Ho un cazzo per te se non lavoro, ragazza Se sono occupato, cazzo no Devi trovarti qualcun altro da chiamare Quando il tuo conto in banca si sta esaurendo, devi trovarti qualcuno… Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Sono su quella merda della Slaughter Gang, ayy, merda della banda dell’omicidio Ayy, merda da Slaughter Gang, ayy, merda da gang di omicidi, ayy Bastone e pietre, cromo su cromo Questo è proprio quello che un negro Cloni di Internet, li ho fatti baciare attraverso il telefono Le fighe fanno clic in modo che non si sentano sole, ayy Nan’ nigga seein’ me, io sono soldi giovani CMB Rotolavo con CMG, la casa non è un BNB Le puttane cattive aspettano un negro come se fossi PnB Sto spingendo costantemente P, voi negri spingete il disturbo da stress post-traumatico Le ho detto di baciarmi nel club, scopare un TMZ Volevo un GMC, quando Woe stava facendo BNE Ci rialziamo e andiamo a correre come se fossimo DMC Mi sono rilassato con lei per un paio di giorni, poi è BRB A voi rapper piace chiedere se abbiamo scopato, quando sai che l’abbiamo fatto Quando sai che l’abbiamo fatto È arrivata con i tacchi ma ha lasciato fuori la sua merda accogliente Ayy, vivo ogni ventiquattro come faceva Kobe Grida al 6ix, R.I.P all’8 Giuro che questa merda si sta mangiando, sono in dieci per la torta Ricevi molto amore da dodici, ma non contraccambio Cinquantuno divisioni statali di pattuglia quando è tardi 21 il mio addy, quindi il coltello è sul cancello Tutti i dawg mangiano da un piatto di baccarat I negri vedono Drake e sottovalutano Prendilo da un veterinario, è un errore da principiante, ayy Ah ah Merda della banda del massacro, ayy, merda della banda del delitto Ayy, merda da Slaughter Gang, ayy, merda da gang di omicidi Ayy, merda da Slaughter Gang, ayy, merda da gang di omicidi Su Dio Ragazzo, guarda, sei il fottuto uomo, ragazzo, tu, ooh Tu sei l’uomo, mi senti? Testo Rich Flex [Young Nudy:] Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club Pay for ‘bout ten niggas to get in, we crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeah [21 Savage:] Know we walk around the world Steppin’, not givin a damn ‘bout where our feet land at, yeah Get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix) Yeah, 21, the biggest Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy [Drake (21 Savage):] 21, can you do somethin’ for me? (21) Can you hit a lil’ rich flex for me? (21) And 21, can you do somethin’ for me? (21, 21) Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me Then 21, can you do somethin’ for me? (Yeah) Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay) 21, do your thing 21, do your thing (21) Do your thing, 21, yeah okay [21 Savage:] Yellow diamonds in the watch, this shit cost a lot Never send a bitch your dot, that’s how you get shot I DM in vanish mode, I do that shit a lot Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plot All my exes ain’t nothin’, them hoes busted If my opps ain’t rappin’, they ass duckin’ You ain’t ready to pull the trigger, don’t clutch it I know you on your period baby, can you suck it? I’m a savage (21) Smack her booty and magic I’ll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (Pussy) Don’t call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your daddy (21) Bitch, call your uncle (21), bitch, don’t call me (21) Always in my L, your ho a freak (Fuck) Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21) Paid like an athlete, I got- [Drake:] All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y’all talking’ to It’s a Slaughter Gang CEO I got dick for you if I’m not workin’, girl If I’m busy then fuck no You need to find you someone else to call When your bank account get low, you need to find you someone- Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I’m on that Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy Stick and stones, chrome on chrome That’s just what a nigga on Internet clones, got ‘em kissin’ through the phone Pussies clickin’ up so they don’t feel alone, ayy Nan’ nigga seein’ me, I’m young money CMB I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB The bad bitches waitin’ on a nigga like I’m PnB I’m steady pushin’ P, you niggas pushing PTSD I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNE We revvin’ up and goin’ on a run like we DMC I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB You rappers love askin’ if we fucked, when you know we did When you know we did She came in heels but she left out on her cozy shit Ayy, I’m livin every twenty-four like Kobe did Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8 Swear this shit is gettin’ ate, I’m on ten for the cake Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don’t reciprocate Fifty-one division state patrollin’ when it’s late 21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate All the dawgs eatin’ off a Baccarat plate Niggas see Drake and they underestimate Take it from a vet’, that’s a rookie ass mistake, ayy Ah, ah Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit On God Boy, look, you the motherfuckin’ man, boy, you, ooh You is the man, you hear me?

Finally someone who did it right! 👌🏾

yooo finally a version that isnt a vocal remover one you a g🔥🔥

Fire

I just wrote the hardest shit ever to dis

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Soy un campeón, ninguno e’ estos negros juega contra mí, Tenemos el flow, webo pa’ las perras y tiros pa’ tu team

Quando Rondo and NBA YoungBoy would killed this beat

I finna get on this one

Pip

For got the cheese part that’s my nick name

Lil baby could kill this

This beat looks like Just Dance 2017

i sing the whole song😍

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Temu version 😂

perffect

bruh you literally stole this straight from pereponka

Now this one sounds better 👌👍✌️🎶🤘🏾

mythical pull

This ain’t no remake 🤣🤷‍♂️

Easily one of the dopest beats I've heard

See a penny pick it up And all the day you'll have good luck Having your mom and dad makes everyday a solstice Tugging both yokes will invoke a rear naked choke Being famous is perfection lt's an adaption you'll have to make up for My rejection of imperfection is turned on l want all the big girls Are they yours

GOATED INSTRAMENFAL

My fav song by Blueface

Tell me, is you still up? (Up) It's 5 AM and I'm drunk right now Tell me, can we still fuck? (Fuck that shit) One of one, I'm in the zone right now Tell me, am I still? (Mm) Tellin' you just how I feel right now You said it's just the drugs and I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I lied too, way before (Let's go), before Before I had you right inside my arms But then again, I could be drunk (It's lit, yeah) [Verse 1] Baby, I don't wanna sound righteous (Yeah) I got twenty bitches suckin' like bisons I just eeny, meeny, miney, roll the dices, I pick her (Pop it, pop it) She ain't even really my type, and I hear She been losin' herself to the night shift She been losin' herself and I get, oh, girl, yeah, I get it Yeah, yeah, you've been fightin' for your shot And you've been searchin' for your spot Girl, I feel it, yeah, girl, I feel it, yeah Oh, you think you got your groove But you want someone like you (Let-) [Chorus] Tell me, is you still up? (Up) It's 5 AM and I'm drunk right now Tell me, can we still fuck? (Fuck that shit) One of one, I'm in the zone right now Tell me, am I still? (Mm) Tellin' you just how I feel right now You said it's just the drugs and I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Ooh, it's the kid, know it, damn it) I lied too, way before, before (How they feelin', how they feelin' right here, ooh) Before I had you right inside my arms (Feelin' like some money tonight) But then again, I could be drunk (Yeah) [Verse 2] I know, mami, I know (Know), it's 2 AM, don't stress (Stress) At three, that bullshit kick in, in thirty, you'll feel your best I turned my whole spot to crucial, it's crucial, the way I left (It's lit) Upstairs is like a low, my new bitches be the best (Let's go) I'm lookin' at her, when her startin' to turn into you (Her) Now you startin' to fuck up my mind, is it you, is it her? We brought Booby Trap to the 'burbs F29 is my address, in case you ain't heard It's floodin' upstairs, it's a leak I don't make it squeak, make it squirt I make this shit beat, bon appétit when I feast Slippin' and slide through the streets It takes a finesse, especially in this Cabriolet Jeep Engine make it hard to creep Just leave the gate open, through the side door, I'ma creep (Ooh, ooh) Are you by the Turrell? And are the kids downstairs asleep? And are you upstairs by yourself? A minute from there Is there some room for me? Baby, do tell, do tell

Is it kool if I do a song to this beat?

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🤘👠🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥OH YEAH I FORGOT TO TELL YALL. I GOT UP AT 2 AM AND DID EIGHT SETS OF BURPEES.FIFTEEN REPS. AND I STRETCHED. MY MOMMA GOT ME ONE MORE DAY IN THE MOTEL. IM ON DECK. WE HERE🤘💋. AFTER I DID MY BURPEES I WENT BACK TO SLEEP

Young pappy on this 🔥😤

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You wonderin' why I (why I) Don't come around like I used to Be around like I used to It's not you, it's me, I got a A different set of urgencies now Scared of watchin' my life go down the drain Can't let it be you in my way, so I Tread carefully, no bra Tread carefully, no panties I tread carefully 'til I'm on top of you And now I regret comin' over here Why you comin' over here? You know what you're doin' I can't front, I want you bad as you want me too Can't front, really want you bad as you want me too (ahh) I want you bad as you want me And I bet it's good 'cause you know what you're doin' You know what you're doin' How do you feel fightin' your feelings? Scared of your feelings, livin' in whiteout I can't see nothin' but you, starin' down my headlights Gotta get my head right, damn, I been here all night now Gotta get my ways together (get your shit together) Gotta gather all my shit, I said I wouldn't stay all night But it's seven A.M., I'm gonna miss my next meetin' fuckin' wit' you Guard's down fuckin' wit' you I'm makin' bad decisions how I'm livin' and I like it We're stuck in the feeling (never havin' anybody) Never feelin' nobody enough Stuck in the feeling (never havin' anybody) Got your hands all on me, so I Tread carefully, no bra Tread carefully, no panties I tread carefully 'til I'm on top of you And now I I can't front, I want you bad as you want me too Can't front, really want you bad as you want me too (ahh) I want you bad as you want me And I bet it's good 'cause you know what you're doin' Know what you're doin' I can't front, I want you bad as you want me too Can't front, really want you bad as you want me too (ahh) I want you bad as you want me And I bet it's good 'cause you know what you're doin' You know what you're doin'

If you put her song “Let’s Go” on this beat it hits hard bro💀