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this AI generated?

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Send me the addy, I'm tracking it down Spot me a opp, I'm running it down When he got shot, I was oh, so proud Gulag, how did he make it out? He got boxed while running his mouth He got left with his insides out One try dash, lost and found Take man down, ying that down Them man chat 'pon B Rise and glee, fuck discreet How many your friends got put to sleep? Hold your peace, let me smoke my weed (hold that) Skeng in the ride, come see Fuck postcode, don't rep no street (fuck 'em) ABG, we glee Violations leave you six feet deep They turn shy when we talk about works, works 'Nuff of them man got hurt He got hurt and he got burst And the next one got put in a hearse (dead boy) Shit, shit coulda turned out worse Too many man got sent to the nurse He got worked and his friends disperse And the other one got covered with dirt (dead boy) I'm badder than bad Temperament's nuts, turn psycho mad Rise up my wap and take off hats Slap and I slap, protect your yard Scream no cap, cah he left his hat Real bad man, don't take no chat W-when he dashed, he didn't look back Now his friend's all fucked, it's mad (mad) Yo, bro, bro, where the opps at? Ping that No respawn when I swing that, ying that One eye closed when I zing that, zing that Best play dead, or we spin back, get back Bad man ting, don't take no chit-chat But I'm known for the blick that, blick that Everything red when I get back, get back Corn gon' fly when I press that, let that Everything fucked when my loadout drops No VLK when I buss my shot W-who's on what? C-come, let's rough S-slide and pop, confirm that loss Numerous opps got whacked, some dropped One coulda got dropped, but I missed the drop Flop, pissed, let's spin that block Pop, slap this mash at your top Yo, this likkle man want at me I advise you never to at me Cah the last time one of them at me He got yinged in front of his gyallie Patty, patty, a bunch of patties Jump out the ride, get slappy Jump out the ride, get slappy, tappy Hoping that feds don't grab me, hey Yo, bro, bro, where the opps at? Ping that No respawn when I swing that, ying that One eye closed when I zing that, zing that Best play dead, or we spin back, get back Bad man ting, don't take no chit-chat But I'm known for the blick that, blick that Everything red when I get back, get back Corn gon' fly when I press that, let that

tuff

Soooogoood

Yo whoever made that beat needs to send that one in to @thatmexicanot he would kill this beat for sure. Good work on that beat too it's fire!!!

My fave beats creator 🔥

Hard

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FIRE DA😈🔥🔥🔥

When my setup atrives imma hop on this and make some 🔥🔥🔥

hard asf

W beat

luci rizt 2 instrumental plissé

tuff

Mam niezly tekst do tego ajjj az sie kusi cos nagrać

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Give this new 10,000 subscribers

This is hard fr🔥🔥🔥

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Legend

this shit toughhhh

dis fye💥💥

P r o m o s m

😀 'Promo SM'

😥 "PromoSM"

Just wish that the 808s would’ve just more boosted and please will you share the FLP ? Btw almost identical remake

Flames 🔥

Step wit electric partials, 20 ms worth Metric arsenal, Forget raps then they exit bars are cool, Lines taste cold bevs at bar and stall. One bounce rap game, never Pass the ball, I spit now your vision Askew, Blind lines chime now the riddim is Gas on a track man, Give em a toot. Then carry on going I’m Still in the mood. Posh party if they finna get rude, I’m bringing the boots, and stringing em too. She wanna see what I got in my loons, Not 10 10 so I Bring all the goons. Bro on the deck and I’m causing a madness, Blurting the bars and he all on the scratches. Pouring the brandy, into the yats it’s lit. G I ain’t Talking on matches. He cried I Thought he was acting, Rappers are sad they got board from the rapping. Bored of their rapping, border their capping, Corner to corner I’m Corning their passsions. Corn and it packs a punch, Corn in the tub I’m packing lunch. Corn on the cob, I slap a smuck, Vitamins ate, Your banged your fucked. Ayeee. Who’s that at my feet, Birds Eye view when chatting to neeks. You could be double my height, and travel on kites, still ain’t look down on the g. You said she look dead, but that Bouncey to me, Type of batty, wanna Pounce out her jeans. Insecure emcees, Lousey on beats. Hypnotise neeks that’s Drowzee and me. Still with the bars, still in the mix. Still let I blast, After your clique. Spitting wit class, Still I ain’t rich. Don’t play guitar, lyrical stick. Look at that ass, look at the hips, Got me like rah, got me like shit. Batty and bra, I think with my dick. Papers binned, I Gotta drop rizz. No filter I kill that prick, bill that spliff and it don’t take half the time, Need a girl to pass the time, cross legged wit a Glass of wine, She class and fine, that’s calm wit me, Cos I’m nasty like farts and pee. Partially, but garments clean like parts that are sweeped. Levi’s navy blue, sag em, polo, Way too smooth. Look at the garms i rep, made to move, Dancing floor I’m baking too. This zoot is wavey dude, Gnarly loud I’m facing dude, It’s mill$ I’m fucking caking who? Rumours spread like fakest news. If I ever wanted, to cake that boo, Probably would have done it ages agoo. Her bff on the other hand, bother man 100 percent would Take this cue. Cause she a ten like 8 and 2. Competition Completely corroded, Consuming conducters, crude, Casually complexed blazing goons. Casualties, corrupted Volcanic patches erupted. Old magic hatches above me, Climb through dimensions, love it. Ascension to twenth it’s lovely, Don’t mention the length it’s no need, Lines that uphold your lug g, Make lines that write bold for the pro needs. Slow to hand props like teaching assistants, needing a vass what’s rosey. You main ting, I swear she loves me. Say I’m horsing around like bronies.

🎉 Promo-SM

this is hard bro! would appreciate if you could show me some love too!

What’s that ehy censor called someone tell me pls

Uzbek silla☺

xxtristecion g

Very cool,my best wishes from Ukraine

Estoy en la calle Mañana y noche Réal hasta muerte Siempre me pelee Elle quiere mi leche Yo le da un otra vez First thing first let’s talk about facts and works Im with my g and I am with my grills I don’t drill I’m navy seal even if I swim I will not let you see until I win I have no mercy. I am in peace but I can smash these beach and let them dead I broke your jaw like vonta davis

Will I get copy right if I use this beat ? Let me no

budi rob kad takva ti je kob samo broj u racunu sto printa stroj bitan ko komaraca roj ja sam svoj kurac me boli skupljam loj sjedim ti na curi prdim po njoj da ponovim svijet je sotonin kroj kao korporacijski sloj sto s vrha curi po svoj masi jebenoj nikako se otarasit sluzi gmaza gad koji upravlja postrojbama pakla je toliko ljigav i sljapkav da prolazi kroz zidove ko kroz otvorena vrata toliko iritantan i odvratan ko truplo Donalda trumpa u kanti govana gadan ko nokat sto raste na supku autisticnog smokljana pola vas zivi jer imam druga posla pola vas je iskopalo mozak iz nosa jer sam psihicki programiro samounistenje ko zloduh iz sourcea mogu uci u zivotinju ko u radnju upravljat je u prostoru ko vojska dron u iraku tako dok setam po rivi prolaznici se hipnotizirano ubadaju ostrim predmetima pokusavajuci izvrsit harakiri prolazim u fraku ko vampir osjeca se smrt u zraku nema puls, al u glavi mi se epohe entropije odviju iza mojih hladnih ociju stoji vrazji pandemonijum

flp?

Hard bro

lmk if u use this

im rockin wit it 🔥

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Send me the addy, I'm tracking it down Spot me an opp, I'm running it down (Bang) When he got shot, I was oh so proud Gulag, how did he make it out? (How?) He got boxed while running his mouth He got left with his insides out One try dash, lost and found Tek man down, ying that down Them man chat 'pon B Rise and glee, fuck discreet (Bang) How many your friends got put to sleep? Hold your peace, lemme smoke my weed (Hold that) Skeng in the ride, come see Fuck postcode, don't rep no street (Fuck 'em) ABG, we glee Violations leave you six feet deep (Bang) They turn shy when we talk about works, works 'Nuff of them man got hurt He got hurt and he got burst And the next one got put in a hearse (Dead boy) Shit, shit could've turned out worse Too many man got sent to the nurse He got worked and his friend disperse And the other one got covered with dirt (Dead boy) I'm badder than bad Temperament's nuts, turn psycho mad Rise up my wap and take off hats Slap and I slap, protect your yat Scream "No cap", 'cah he left his hat Real bad man, don't tek no chat When he dashed, he didn't look back Now his friend's all fucked, it's mad (Mad)

fire

whos here in 2022? 🔥🔥

Send me the addy, I'm tracking it down Spot me a opp, I'm running it down When he got shot, I was oh, so proud Gulag, how did he make it out? He got boxed while running his mouth He got left with his insides out One try dash, lost and found Take man down, ying that down Them man chat 'pon B Rise and glee, fuck discreet How many your friends got put to sleep? Hold your peace, let me smoke my weed (hold that) Skeng in the ride, come see Fuck postcode, don't rep no street (fuck 'em) ABG, we glee Violations leave you six feet deep They turn shy when we talk about works, works 'Nuff of them man got hurt He got hurt and he got burst And the next one got put in a hearse (dead boy) Shit, shit coulda turned out worse Too many man got sent to the nurse He got worked and his friends disperse And the other one got covered with dirt (dead boy) I'm badder than bad Temperament's nuts, turn psycho mad Rise up my wap and take off hats Slap and I slap, protect your yard Scream no cap, cah he left his hat Real bad man, don't take no chat W-when he dashed, he didn't look back Now his friend's all fucked, it's mad (mad) Yo, bro, bro, where the opps at? Ping that No respawn when I swing that, ying that One eye closed when I zing that, zing that Best play dead, or we spin back, get back Bad man ting, don't take no chit-chat But I'm known for the blick that, blick that Everything red when I get back, get back Corn gon' fly when I press that, let that Everything fucked when my loadout drops No VLK when I buss my shot W-who's on what? C-come, let's rough S-slide and pop, confirm that loss Numerous opps got whacked, some dropped One coulda got dropped, but I missed the drop Flop, pissed, let's spin that block Pop, slap this mash at your top Yo, this likkle man want at me I advise you never to at me Cah the last time one of them at me He got yinged in front of his gyallie Patty, patty, a bunch of patties Jump out the ride, get slappy Jump out the ride, get slappy, tappy Hoping that feds don't grab me, hey Yo, bro, bro, where the opps at? Ping that No respawn when I swing that, ying that One eye closed when I zing that, zing that Best play dead, or we spin back, get back Bad man ting, don't take no chit-chat But I'm known for the blick that, blick that Everything red when I get back, get back Corn gon' fly when I press that, let that

Send me the addy, I'm tracking it down Spot me a opp, I'm running it down When he got shot, I was oh, so proud Gulag, how did he make it out? He got boxed while running his mouth He got left with his insides out One try dash, lost and found Take man down, ying that down Them man chat 'pon B Rise and glee, fuck discreet How many your friends got put to sleep? Hold your peace, let me smoke my weed (hold that) Skeng in the ride, come see Fuck postcode, don't rep no street (fuck 'em) ABG, we glee Violations leave you six feet deep They turn shy when we talk about works, works 'Nuff of them man got hurt He got hurt and he got burst And the next one got put in a hearse (dead boy) Shit, shit coulda turned out worse Too many man got sent to the nurse He got worked and his friends disperse And the other one got covered with dirt (dead boy) I'm badder than bad