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Can i make a song with this without copyright

Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (Freeze) I got a bad-ass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees (Freeze) I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got blood on the leaves Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (Freeze) She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah (Freeze) Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick?" I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" KATSEYE 'My Way' Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse: yvngxchris & Nina Simone] Lil' shawty, you gotta be insane (Blood on the leaves) If he talking, my young nigga aim at his membrane And lil' brodiе, you not gang And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I let my cock hang (Freeze) Somеtimes, I don't even use my stick These fuck niggas don't wanna box mane (Freeze) And if he act like a bitch Then I might just go pull it out and let the chop' sing I got the racks out, take it away and I'm bringin' it back out That nigga not what he rap 'bout Hit that boy down, then I pull out the Glock And that boy finna WWE, tap out (Freeze) I took your bitch to the goddamn telly That hoe really suckin' me, lovin' me, finna act out (Freeze) I'm on the stage and that hoe tryna play So I got a hoe touchin' me, fuckin' me in the background (Blood on the leaves) I swear that we got that shit worse How the fuck you finna kneel on his neck for like eight damn minutes? He can't even breathe (Freeze) Now we got Breonna on shirts 'cause niggas is hoes Can't do it in peace (Freeze) And they really don't give any justice They target people who look like you and me (On God) And if black people got a problem (Blood on the leaves) Who the fuck we gon' call, nigga? Not the police And them niggas told us, "Forget about slavery" But you don't get it, like, my nigga, please (Freeze) I can't even be on the block without a cop saying "Get out your car and get down on your knees" (Freeze) Like, brodie, I'm really not tryna get all of these problems I'm just tryna get to the cheese (Blood on the

Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (Freeze) I got a bad-ass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees (Freeze) I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got blood on the leaves Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (Freeze) She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah (Freeze) Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick?" I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" KATSEYE 'My Way' Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse: yvngxchris & Nina Simone] Lil' shawty, you gotta be insane (Blood on the leaves) If he talking, my young nigga aim at his membrane And lil' brodiе, you not gang And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I let my cock hang (Freeze) Somеtimes, I don't even use my stick These fuck niggas don't wanna box mane (Freeze) And if he act like a bitch Then I might just go pull it out and let the chop' sing I got the racks out, take it away and I'm bringin' it back out That nigga not what he rap 'bout Hit that boy down, then I pull out the Glock And that boy finna WWE, tap out (Freeze) I took your bitch to the goddamn telly That hoe really suckin' me, lovin' me, finna act out (Freeze) I'm on the stage and that hoe tryna play So I got a hoe touchin' me, fuckin' me in the background (Blood on the leaves) I swear that we got that shit worse How the fuck you finna kneel on his neck for like eight damn minutes? He can't even breathe (Freeze) Now we got Breonna on shirts 'cause niggas is hoes Can't do it in peace (Freeze) And they really don't give any justice They target people who look like you and me (On God) And if black people got a problem (Blood on the leaves) Who the fuck we gon' call, nigga? Not the police And them niggas told us, "Forget about slavery" But you don't get it, like, my nigga, please (Freeze) I can't even be on the block without a cop saying "Get out your car and get down on your knees" (Freeze) Like, brodie, I'm really not tryna get all of these problems I'm just tryna get to the cheese (Blood on the

Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (Freeze) I got a bad-ass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees (Freeze) I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got blood on the leaves Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (Freeze) She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah (Freeze) Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick?" I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" KATSEYE 'My Way' Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse: yvngxchris & Nina Simone] Lil' shawty, you gotta be insane (Blood on the leaves) If he talking, my young nigga aim at his membrane And lil' brodiе, you not gang And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I let my cock hang (Freeze) Somеtimes, I don't even use my stick These fuck niggas don't wanna box mane (Freeze) And if he act like a bitch Then I might just go pull it out and let the chop' sing I got the racks out, take it away and I'm bringin' it back out That nigga not what he rap 'bout Hit that boy down, then I pull out the Glock And that boy finna WWE, tap out (Freeze) I took your bitch to the goddamn telly That hoe really suckin' me, lovin' me, finna act out (Freeze) I'm on the stage and that hoe tryna play So I got a hoe touchin' me, fuckin' me in the background (Blood on the leaves) I swear that we got that shit worse How the fuck you finna kneel on his neck for like eight damn minutes? He can't even breathe (Freeze) Now we got Breonna on shirts 'cause niggas is hoes Can't do it in peace (Freeze) And they really don't give any justice They target people who look like you and me (On God) And if black people got a problem (Blood on the leaves) Who the fuck we gon' call, nigga? Not the police And them niggas told us, "Forget about slavery" But you don't get it, like, my nigga, please (Freeze) I can't even be on the block without a cop saying "Get out your car and get down on your knees" (Freeze) Like, brodie, I'm really not tryna get all of these problems I'm just tryna get to the cheese (Blood on the

Notti Je compte sur mis hermanos like notti, necesito de mis manos pour le noter Ou de mes 10 doigts pour les compter, on verra ceux qui s’ront encore à mes côtés On vesqui les cons et les putos, J’cala pas ceux qui m’ralentisse, les fakes et les putas Estoy aqui solo para tu culo, petasse, et je sais que c’est mon son dans la tchop que t’écouteras Au troisième quart temps, on égalise au score Maudit par le rap, je crois qu’on m’a jeté un sort Toujours les mêmes galères qui reviennent tard le soir Encore un OG qui va en payer les sorts Encore un OG qui va en payer les sort Bloqué sur BXl, j’espère en tir-sor J’suis posé d’vant la concurrence, qu’on sirote en attendant le bénéfice, les sous qui rentrent J’run fort mec, faut chercher ce sh-ca, Faut que les yeux brillent de cette chica, Tu parles sur mon dos, faut pas cavale, mais presse R2 à fond quand y’a les chickens J’run fort mec, faut chercher ce sh-ca, Faut que les yeux brillent de cette chica, Tu parles sur mon dos, faut pas cavale, mais presse R2 à fond quand y a les chickens Yuaca n’a plus le temps pour les pussys mais j’prends l’temps de négocier J’débite fort, cadence de missile J’sais que parler en she-ca , mano, si tu veux causer Le même scène qui tourne en boucle dans ma mémoire Plus b’soin de lumière, je m’en sort très bien dans le noir Il m’faut les billets que je vois dans le miroir Les flockos qui bandent sur moi, j’peux plus m’les voir Voy a drop un O en su cara, ou un angle pour qu’mes contours soit bien carré Elle croit pas en moi, elle verra les carats, entre eux et moi, bien sûr qu’il y’a un écart Mon khies sonne, mon cœur bat plus fort à chaque seconde Si j’dois creuser un trou dans l’sol, dommage frérot, c’est qu’t’es plus d’ce monde Putain j’ai l’seum, ils rappent tous d’la baize, qu’est immense Tu va prendre son snap pour ses fesses, quand elle s’retourne, tu vois qu’elle est immonde

This is one of the best beats in music, simple but super effective

this beat along with family business one give me some really weird vibes, like striped polos, school, and being chill and just happy in life :)

I just found this song “yo I need that type beat”

Non entro in contatto con te, non sento più il tempo, giuro Hai firmato un patto col diavolo ed è il manager tuo Pеr questo hai dentro quell'odio inconfondibilе Slime, evito le vipere, ho il fumo nel frigorifero, ah Quando fai del bene, cerca di dimenticarlo Questo me l'ha detto Dave, non l'ho più dimenticato E questi parlano, parlano, parlano Io se non ti ascolto, è perché sto pensando, io Mi prendo il mio tempo, non l'avrò più in cambio, yeah Ci metto la face e lo sa bene che Sono un vero young boy, non seguo regole Lei lo scuote più forte, fa Harlem Shake Gli angeli cadono a terra, penso che fumino crack Le menti più intelligenti per strada a fare "grr-pow" Mi son tagliato i capelli, ma non cambio identità Per i miei bro la voce della verità Io stavo realizzando che [Ritornello] È nato tutto con te Prima neanche pensavo certe cose, eh Prima neanche facevo certe cose Tutte queste voci fanno confusione E tu le senti e so che mi vuoi più giù Vuoi entrare dentro un mio déjà-vu Due gocce, te ne metto un po' di più, uh Faccio duemila pensieri, al momento non sei tra questi [Strofa 2] Devi mantenere la facciata anche se hai il male dentro Ho fatto spazio per una pistola dentro al mio cassetto Un altro giorno in cui salto la scuola e metti "assente" Un altro giorno in cui mi parli e tanto sono assente Sei cresciuto mischiando più cose Chissà quanta strada sotto le mie suole, prendo Con le pinze tutto quello che ci dicono Queste voci su noi il mio umore, non lo convincono Ma stai zitto, dai, ma stai zitto Il silenzio non è più gratis, piangi come a fine estate Dovrebbero essere un taboo pure i tuoi sguardi Il mio cuore è entrato in sintonia con i tuoi battiti Metto emoji, non rido, lo faccio per la mia people Mi sveglio vero al mattino, un fratello sul Gazzettino So bene quello che dico, so fare quello che dico Mentre vado up stavo realizzando che

We started off as close friends (Close friends) Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend) We used to tell each other everything (Everything) I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings Everything was so cool (So cool) Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude) I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you) But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you I know you remember how I would hold you Still remember how I approached you I think I loved you 'fore I knew you Know we be fuckin' 'fore I screwed you Made a promise I won't use you Play my cards right, I won't lose you Got 'em tuned in like I'm RUclips Got somethin' on me like it's voodoo I'll go nuts for you, go cuckoo, lose my cool and all And I know that shit was wrong, I shouldn't've did what I did Just wipe your eyes and stop this cryin' I told the truth, that I'd been lyin' I gave you racks, I tried to buy in I even did the unthinkable, and I'm sorry for what I did to you Take me back, if I was you and I did what I did I probably would, I probably wouldn't Take you back, if I was you and I did what I did I probably would, I probably wouldn't Just wipe your eyes and stop this cryin' I told the truth, that I'd been lyin' I gave you racks, I tried to buy in I even did the unthinkable, and I'm sorry for what I did to you We started off as close friends (Close friends) Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend) We used to tell each other everything (Everything) I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings Everything was so cool (So cool) Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude) I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you) But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you Keep our business to ourselves The internet ain't doin' no help I know I shouldn't've never left But everything I did for us And us, I'm speakin' on my kids Thinkin' 'bout this shit I did Like how the hell I get myself involved in this bullshit? Married to the game, I can't make you my fiancée Sad young boss bitch, treat her like Beyoncé But damn what them broads say, I fucked them all the first day And that's why you trippin' anyway, like when I fuck 'em I don't pay Even if we never speak again I'll make sure you're ridin' in the latest Benz Keep your business all apart if you can stay out of mine Bought a brand new Audemars, but I done ran out of time We started off as close friends (Close friends) Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend) We used to tell each other everything (Everything) I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings Everything was so cool (So cool) Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude) I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you) But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you

Who else here for 1:16 lol?

Drop the background piano king 🙏🙏

Why is this not on Instagram music 😔

Finally it says gunna too

maligo x2 eh 🎼 jai roule un terre jai pas fini par terre c les ennemi qui ont fini dans le cimetierre fuck les opps et fuck les Kops vs etes pas les boss on vs hasba dvant la poste drill et melo jmetrrise tout les styles on peut dire que jsuis un styliste on peut dire que jsuis un styliste moi jai peur de personne jsuis un fou malade et Non un malien

so nostalgic. im cry 😔

Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (Freeze) I got a bad-ass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees (Freeze) I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got blood on the leaves Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (Freeze) She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah (Freeze) Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick?" I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" [Verse: yvngxchris & Nina Simone] Lil' shawty, you gotta be insane (Blood on the leaves) If he talking, my young nigga aim at his membrane And lil' brodiе, you not gang And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I let my cock hang (Freeze) Somеtimes, I don't even use my stick These fuck niggas don't wanna box mane (Freeze) And if he act like a bitch Then I might just go pull it out and let the chop' sing I got the racks out, take it away and I'm bringin' it back out That nigga not what he rap 'bout Hit that boy down, then I pull out the Glock And that boy finna WWE, tap out (Freeze) I took your bitch to the goddamn telly That hoe really suckin' me, lovin' me, finna act out (Freeze) I'm on the stage and that hoe tryna play So I got a hoe touchin' me, fuckin' me in the background (Blood on the leaves) I swear that we got that shit worse How the fuck you finna kneel on his neck for like eight damn minutes? He can't even breathe (Freeze) Now we got Breonna on shirts 'cause niggas is hoes Can't do it in peace (Freeze) And they really don't give any justice They target people who look like you and me (On God) And if black people got a problem (Blood on the leaves) Who the fuck we gon' call, nigga? Not the police And them niggas told us, "Forget about slavery" But you don't get it, like, my nigga, please (Freeze) I can't even be on the block without a cop saying "Get out your car and get down on your knees" (Freeze) Like, brodie, I'm really not tryna get all of these problems I'm just tryna get to the cheese (Blood on the leaves)

this shit hard.

I can still hear the lyrics

too much of a good thing can be a good thing

Panoramica Testo Ascolta Hey, check my resumé To Bass be the glory My dick go hard, ayy True facts, ayy ayy Check my clock, I can't stop Fuck around, make my 40 pop No Popcaan, I pop pistols Revenge my body, clothing no issue Makes you look sick, you need a tissue You drop a body, I just might bless you I'm at your section, no high cholesterol Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual Why the fuck I'd ever lie? Pussy nigga bet that pistol part of your disguise I could see it in your eyes Runnin' from the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die Bitches creepin' on my line Got my main upset, these hos I fucked and left behind Need at least two at a time Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitches Two-faced and lame ass nigga Gangbang for fame fake hitta I ain't never seen squad wit' ya I don't need to save ya fuck the fake Cop myself an ounce and work the weight Seen the Babylon around the way Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus Spot a nigga slippin', hold on, roll down the window Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin' Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons Tic them with the fuckin' tac Hit 'em where it hurt, nigga make it work I'ma make her squirt, nigga I do dirt Nigga I'ma merc, put 'em in the earth Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse Gotta finish first, I just did my first Protect me from my curse Bitch I put in work, spittin' with a curse Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth? Sell you to a merch, I just wanna fuck I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt? Cha cha slide, all in that pussy How you doin' love? Let's go make a movie Body lookin' good, when you dress in Gucci Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus Spot a nigga slippin', hold on, roll down the window Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin' Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons

who sang the song with the instrumental 👇

HQ my ahh 😭🙏

Before somebody do sum stupid they better take some time to (freeze) Why police be pulling out guns on nigga before saying (freeze) I'm ready to crashout over my mama so you better take time think or ther'll (blood on leaves) . I don't play wit this shit I ain't no b so you best bet is to(freeze) if you want to fuck around and find out then you better pray then (freeze) if you listen to any of these instructions then there ain't no need to have any (blood on leaves) Before somebody do sum stupid they better take some time to (freeze) Why police be pulling out guns on nigga before saying (freeze) I'm ready to crashout over my mama so you better take time think or ther'll (blood on leaves) . niggas want a circle chain so bad they make you say some shit like cheese) it's sad niggas gotta beg for they life just by saying please) stay safe stay alive and hopefully there ain't no blood on leaves

This is all I got cuz record labels are poisoning the industry

I said that I’m back they want more raps like chill lemme js (BREATHH) Beanie talking to much I told her to hush Like bro js get on ur knees He thought he was slick Dissing in silence Got caught let js squeeze Now there’s blood on the leaves Yh I’m back Tryna make more tracks Move back no time gotta make these racks they said that I can’t make it when I get famous everyone get mad They said that they can’t tame me She wan ma baby no chance of that Now there’s blood on the leaves 0:02

0:22

nina simone did infact die for this

"and i'm back to tear it up haters start you're engines i hear em gearin up"

Dont why they took it off... it was up on here

Word 2 bro they know my body Im walk in the spot im pulling out houmie talkin on notti we shootin for fun They talking on dotty get sent to the lobby Walk in the party they on my body In the party im smokin on lotti Fuck that im gonna smoke on em I aint gonna diss mobody just try me

Anyone here from ddot freestyle

Yo is this shit free im tryna make a song with this

Imagine if Common didn't pass on this beat and Kanye didn't make it to a jam

Damn, here we go again Common passed on this beat I made it to a jam Now everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not, made me everything I am I'll never be picture-perfect Beyonce' Be light as Albi or black as Chauncey Remember him from blackstreet He was as black as the street was I'll never be as laid back as this beat was I never could see why people'll reach a Fake-ass facade that they couldn't keep up Ya see how I creeped up? Ya see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah? I never rock a mink coat in a winter time like Killa Cam Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like Will.I.Am Let me know if you feel it man Cause everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again Everybody sayin' what's not for him Everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not, made me everything I am And I'm back to tear it up Haters, start your engines I hear 'em gearin' up People talkin' so much shit about me at barbershops They forget to get their haircut Okay fair enough, the streets is flarin' up Cause they want gun-talk, or I don't wear enough Baggy clothes, Reebok's, or A-di-dos Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows So say goodbye to the N-double-A-C-P award Goodbye to the India Arie award They'd rather give me the nigga-please award But I'll just take the I-got-a-lot a-cheese award Damn, here we go again Everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not, made me everything I am I know that people wouldn't usually rap this But I got the facts to back this Just last year, Chicago had over six hundred caskets Man, killin's some wack shit Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when niggas is rappin' Do you know what it feel like when people is passin'? He got changed over his chains, a block off Ashlin I need to talk to somebody, pastor The church want time, so I can't afford to pay The slip on the door, cause I can't afford to stay My 15 seconds up, but I got more to say That's enough Mr. West, please no more today Damn, here we go again Everybody sayin' what's not for him But Everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not, made me everything I am

Notti would be on this track 😔

Common passed on this beat I made it to a jam!

Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (Freeze) I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees (Freeze) I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got blood on the leaves Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (Freeze) She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah (Freeze) Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick?" I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" [yvngxchris (Nina Simone):] Lil' shawty, you gotta be insane (Blood on the leaves) If he talking, my young nigga aim at his membrane And lil' brodie, you not gang And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I let my cock hang (Freeze) Sometimes, I don't even use my stick These fuck niggas don't wanna box mane (Freeze) And if he act like a bitch Then I might just go pull it out and let the chop' sing I got the racks out, take it away and I'm bringin' it back out That nigga not what he rap 'bout Hit that boy down, then I pull out the Glock And that boy finna WWE, tap out (Freeze) I took your bitch to the goddamn telly That hoe really suckin' me, lovin' me, finna act out (Freeze) I'm on the stage and that hoe tryna play So I got a hoe touchin' me, fuckin' me in the background (Blood on the leaves) I swear that we got that shit worse How the fuck you finna kneel on his neck for like eight damn minutes? He can't even breathe (Freeze) Now we got Breonna on shirts 'cause niggas is hoes Can't do it in peace (Freeze) And they really don't give any justice They target people who look like you and me (On God) And if black people got a problem (Blood on the leaves) Who the fuck we gon' call, nigga? Not the police And them niggas told us, "Forget about slavery" But you don't get it, like, my nigga, please (Freeze) I can't even be on the block without a cop saying "Get out your car and get down on your knees" (Freeze) Like, brodie, I'm really not tryna get all of these problems I'm just tryna get to the cheese (Blood on the leaves) [yvngxchris (Nina Simone):] Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (Freeze) I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees (Freeze) I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got blood on the leaves Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (Freeze) She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah (Freeze) Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick?" I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" [Nina Simone:] Blood on the leaves Freeze Freeze

id of music?

This hard

Jotting a note while ajar, leaking the verb, tempering word, loosening - purged/ All the impersonal eking, mystique to the meekness a bleakness betwixt/ Pain, pleasure, power poetically mixed/ Ne'ery a nettle to nick/ Beckons to brisk/ Walking on mountains to prick/ Skin like a sinister stitch/ Ministry mixed/ God on the gentlest cliff/ Lord of the fallen - for fiths/ Low on the pitch - Pepper to wince/ Money and elegance - Hurt for the work - for the birth of a purpose a powerful prince - are we/ Life thrown at you for gesturing - minded for mourning/ Book thrown at you poor thespians, tickets for loitering/ Averaged for once for the counter twice/ Rounding the bend and its counter points/ Gambled the lead and its power point/ Take a vacation? Its bad advice/ You won't see the green if its chasing holes/ Hoes in the green? That's a "Vegas pole"/ Attracting the means takes a greater gold/ Perfcting the tease that's straight surgical/

What is the bpm

you are my best friend but it's also I'm a little distant sorry I'm tired me just succeed with you become rich we don't care about people make our family happy become rich and live our life me I love this girl but she doesn't really like me I'm cool

tu es mon meilleur ami mais c'est aussi je suis un peu distant désolé je suis fatigué moi juste réussir avec toi devenir riche on s'en fout des gens rendre heureux notre famille devenir riche et vive notre vie moi j'aime cette fille mais elle m'aime pas en vrai je suis cool

This beat just makes think about the old days 😢❤️❤️

i’m here cus of fade

Yea I said it I grew up in a mob town everything ran by crooked bribe talking politicians ...can't even walk in peace ....wasn't suppose graduate either....the mob sat in front row daring me to take my piece of paper....had to step up....fresh pair of lugz fresh hair cut...fresh pair of nuts smiled for the camera turned to them and said wat????...all he'll broke loose.....ain't nobody rocking with me....I defied gravity...guess if u ain't in it for the chicken u ride around in a beat up raggedy accord or camry....everybody was on the take in those days I tried to fly straight the local government said no way .. u either gaurd the mob ties establishment for this stipen or u can sit beside the live men...hold up let me define the live men....two straps in a avenue that's loyal to one colour or not...two guys sitting beside him both of who willing to get u shot...big link on his neck big link on the lo jack....speed dial no trial ....nobody seen shit ...the whole city in denial.....I chose neither so my life fr 25 years was to fight every day ...to become wat I desired my first job I left they didn't get the Chance to fire me 19 years old qualified for a mil....the mob said we want him on our side tell him to take a chill pill sit this one out ....hmmm...but they would have to kill me....the sacrifice I refused to be...ain't no way on earth imma be the bum on the corner up next for a eulogy...now look at me I used to be the quietest of the group now I have to speak up so I guess I'm not the docile quiet little low hanging fruit so I'm hated by the troops they recoup a house in the suburbs everytime they strap up thier boots go out and shoot anybody refusing to be recruited into mob politics...damn...!!!

Yeah 😮

Try on the 1.25× and 1.5× speed I was dancing in the hallway and the principal said in the Baldi game be like: DONT DANCING IN THE HALLS!!!

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