can i use this to to a remix

the first melody sounds like strike force heroes: Slow Victory

Golden eye 007 pause menu type instrumental 🔥

Any one wanna collaborate

Theyll neva find us herre

Free smoke, got the city all burning (Brr) Still feels like my opps ain't learning Trigger on the dot's too sensitive Told bro, "Take your time when you're turning" (Yeah) Trap came fully unfurnished Twenty-four hours and they're looking refurbished Nothin' ain't changed but the home address Still make a sweet one put the wap in a Birkin (Trust) Don't care if that chick can't dance Tryna make sure that the phone line twerking (Brr) See how they wanna ride this wave? Didn't see their face when I'm sofa surfing (Nope) If this music ting don't work, there's one thing that I know for certain, I'm in the trap I keep on serving (Yeah) Serving on serving, I served up Martin, now he's on a flying carpet Walked in on Martin piping his arm in the morning, moving lethargic Wonder where he is right now, man, I hope that brudda didn't OD You know you got that special bond always with a certain fiend Went from the pit of hell, who woulda thought we'll be doing up mosh pits? (Gang) My brother still lock it, stock it, buy it, sell it, cook it and rock it (Whip) Bro still cook it and rock it, only a boss could cover these losses 28K when I bought this Cuban And the Rollie ain't bust down? Then I don't want it (Facts) It's Dutch from the fifth but I still take trips to The Tropics Got your bitch in a foreign whip, she gon' pull down the zipper, tell her to slop it [Chorus: M Huncho, Dutchavelli] Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, woah I just made a ticket, I'm still, I'm still counting dough I was on the prison phone to bro, "I don't know when they'll let me go" (Uh) I told bro, "Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close" [Verse 2: Dutchavelli, M Huncho] Burnt my Giuseppe's, I no longer wear my True Religions (No, I don't) Had to get me a safety deposit (Facts) All these stacks, they won't fit in my denims (Trust) All these racks, they don't fit in the closet (Nope) Money long, I don't think, I just cop it (Yeah) And if KD with me, then he's got it (Pow) Burn a spliff, hit the moon in my rocket And I put like ten thousand on jeans (Ten) But these stacks still don't fit in my pocket And I bought me a money machine My hands really hurt when I'm counting And I started with pennies and dreams I woke up from all of the nightmares So I'm goin' all out for the team I'm goin' all out for the team I'm goin' all out for the team (Yeah) Fell in love with the money machine (Facts) Only right I run up on the plug (Trust) He came up off of robbery P's Beatfreakz when I tell him to freeze (Freeze) I don't wanna get blood on my jeans (Jeans) Tell my mum that I love her to pieces (I love her) If I die, give my dough to my nephews and nieces, it's 'velli [Chorus: M Huncho, Dutchavelli] Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, woah I just made a ticket, I'm still, I'm still counting dough I was on the prison phone to bro, "I don't know when they'll let me go" (Uh) I told bro, "Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close" You might also like Cake By The Ocean DNCE Noid Tyler, The Creator Hey Jane Tyler, The Creator 5 Embed About Have the inside scoop on this song? 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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

a love letter to a bitch lho buttata via e perche fotto con pochi io non provo empatia voglio un audemar che brilla col quadrante che costa mila se non credi a questa merda il fallimento e via esse costante sempre sveglio ora la rivolta e mia 15 in mezzo alla via ho dovuto vende rock se non chai la mente giusta non arrivi al top moneymaker ma li mangio perche non mai avuto nun dietro ho dei pregiudicati che ti fanno fare run bevo jack in suite penso alla vita e in mano un cup non lho mai sporcato

So 2015

mask up, grab the switch, load the clip, niggas talking funny bout to put em in the mix, roll em up like a spliff, god forgive what I did, now I’m burning shoes cos I got blood on my kicks, hollow tips, make the biggest niggas slip, they out here flogging zips, while we moving whole bricks, while they posted taking flicks, wavey snappin em like sticks, I was just a kid, when I first squeezed the trig, Young T, pop out like polo g, heard this nigga keep a key, so I’m taking it for free, knock the door, creep the stairs, dreams of being a millionaire, check the room there’s no one there, grab that shit and split the shares, this nigga rushed me with a blade, tryna rip my face, I weren’t afraid, I backed my shank and made his body deflate, leaking blood how this shit turn to a crime scene,

All them man lose shit, I put the salt in it 'Cause you never know where you gon' go with it Where I'm livin', I don't go on road with it But my family's still gotta stroll with it Put the VVs on, cold with it Pussy smellin' like a rose, innit Dive in it, out my zone with it Nah, she don't ever wanna go, nigga I'm a new breed, ozone And niggas still singin' my old flows It's Gucci, Coco The girl wanna be in my photos And these groupies loco But I ain't never takin' you home, no This movie in slo-mo My life's too lit cah I'm so zoned It's way too lit, we stay too lit The zone too lit, we take your bitch She rate this drip and take this dick Graveyard shift, can't wait for this Save my shit, that's what made me rich This month made about eighty quid 41 and I face my spliff All of them nights I prayed for this All of them nights I prayed for this I prayed for this, I worked for this I wake up cold, I smoke my spliff I earn my dough, I break my bread Pay my dues I wrote my script I drive through ends, I don't do tints They act surprised to see the kid I'm a born ten, I'm so cold with it And my Nike trackies had some holes in it They told me that they had no hope in me Now they tell me that I'm movin' dope, innit My old girl's still in love with me Dig her pussy like there's gold in it Dig her pussy like there's gold in it Ain't a rookie, I'm a pro with it I been a pro, baby, I'm a soul nigga Out my zone, baby Spend a hundred K, still broke, baby Ain't nobody fuckin' with a old baby Took the Lamborghini for the weekend Her pussy wet, I'm in the deep end Loud sex, she freakin' When you see me, it's that new season, yeah, yeah She want Givenchy bags and new shoes Now I ain't stressin' like I used to Follow my instinct like it's Blue's Clues Found my connection, ain't no bluetooth I woulda hit it but she too rude Get out my mixtape, put out new new They wanna burn me but I'm too shrewd Burn down the building, need a new booth

All them man lose shit, I put the salt in it 'Cause you never know where you gon' go with it Where I'm livin', I don't go on road with it But my family's still gotta stroll with it Put the VVs on, cold with it Pussy smellin' like a rose, innit Dive in it, out my zone with it Nah, she don't ever wanna go, nigga I'm a new breed, ozone And niggas still singin' my old flows It's Gucci, Coco The girl wanna be in my photos And these groupies loco But I ain't never takin' you home, no This movie in slo-mo My life's too lit cah I'm so zoned It's way too lit, we stay too lit The zone too lit, we take your bitch She rate this drip and take this dick Graveyard shift, can't wait for this Save my shit, that's what made me rich This month made about eighty quid 41 and I face my spliff All of them nights I prayed for this All of them nights I prayed for this I prayed for this, I worked for this I wake up cold, I smoke my spliff I earn my dough, I break my bread Pay my dues I wrote my script I drive through ends, I don't do tints They act surprised to see the kid I'm a born ten, I'm so cold with it And my Nike trackies had some holes in it They told me that they had no hope in me Now they tell me that I'm movin' dope, innit My old girl's still in love with me Dig her pussy like there's gold in it Dig her pussy like there's gold in it Ain't a rookie, I'm a pro with it I been a pro, baby, I'm a soul nigga Out my zone, baby Spend a hundred K, still broke, baby Ain't nobody fuckin' with a old baby Took the Lamborghini for the weekend Her pussy wet, I'm in the deep end Loud sex, she freakin' When you see me, it's that new season, yeah, yeah She want Givenchy bags and new shoes Now I ain't stressin' like I used to Follow my instinct like it's Blue's Clues Found my connection, ain't no bluetooth I woulda hit it but she too rude Get out my mixtape, put out new new They wanna burn me but I'm too shrewd Burn down the building, need a new booth

Yo hmu what the lease info on this instrumental??

Ghiozdanu i plin hai sa ne tiram Nu am timp sa expic

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

LLKV

this nice

Rip😢😢 you always be my fave rapper

😊 Saludos. El 7

That’s my brudda B R U D D A that’s my brudda yea yea 🤧 🔥

Rip Von this beat is fire bro we love you❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Caught a drop flexing nigga he Kankakee

🔥🔥🔥🔥

Lil Durk & 21 Savage - Die Slow (Instrumental) | ReProd. By King LeeBoy

Lil Durk - Green Light (Instrumental) | ReProd. By King LeeBoy

Lil Durk & King Von - Like That (Instrumental) | ReProd. By King LeeBoy

🤙Ls #FreeThreat

So I wake up, check ma phone, it’s like 9 o clock, I grab ma glock, open up the drawer, I grab all ma bud, I roll dis blunt, then I leave da crib, gang blowin ma phone, I’m like what’s up, they say wya, I’m posted on ma block, how bout ya, they say they at school, the opps waitin fa you, I’m like what, nigga what the fuck, I take out ma glock, I try reloading it, but this shit won’t cock, thought it was clogged, I took out the dump, I forgot, they ain’t no more shots, cuz my last bullet in ma opp, I’m like fuck, nigga what the fuck, then I get to flock,run to da park, at this point I’m lost, I can’t put this to a stop without ma chop, then I seen a car, thought ma life was done, but its the cops, they say they got a call, shorty playin hooky at da park, said show ya arms, I had to take off, they end up catchin up, put me in handcuffs,

This shit is legendary

Hop out the skat where my shooters at guess they all my opps probably smoking rocks so I got time to waste picked up my pace cuz I heard a shot 10 ft down the block

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

0:36

Please do lil reese By Myself Instrumental

Manchay mah psycho haina tara thes huncha mero para Buichalo leuchu halaidinchu ufardinchu duniya sara

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

Space ships all around my area

Verse 1: Posted on the block, it’s a cold night, Phone buzzin’, got the drop, it’s gon’ be a long fight. Buddy owe me money, he been duckin’, that’s a no-go, Caught him at the corner store, clutchin’ on the fo’-fo’. I slide out the whip, hoodie low, movin’ quiet, Adrenaline pumpin’, my heart beatin’ like a riot. He don’t see me creepin’, but my shadow give me up, He turned quick, I seen him flinch, now it’s time to test my luck. Hook: This a crazy story, better listen close, One wrong move, you end up a ghost. Streets don’t play fair, gotta stay on ten toes, If it’s up, then it’s stuck, that’s just how it goes. Verse 2: He reachin’ for his waist, I can tell he got it on him, But I ain’t hesitatin’, I’m already zonin’. I let one fly, but he duck quick, grazed his shoulder, Now it’s a shootout in December, streets colder. Cars screechin’, people scatter, phones recordin’, Bullets ricochetin’, now I’m thinkin’, “Was it worth it?” But I’m too deep, no turnin’ back now, If I leave him breathin’, he gon’ bring the whole crowd. Hook: This a crazy story, better listen close, One wrong move, you end up a ghost. Streets don’t play fair, gotta stay on ten toes, If it’s up, then it’s stuck, that’s just how it goes. Bridge: Life ain’t a game, but we play it like it is, Riskin’ it all just to say that we lived. Revenge on my mind, but the pain cut deep, Another name on the wall, lost to the street. Outro: Sirens in the distance, gotta dash, no hesitation, Heart full of guilt, but I can’t show no frustration. I made my choice, now I’m stuck in this loop, Another crazy story, caught up with the troops. Would you like me to adjust anything or expand on a specific part?

Foolio did it the best

Free The Voice 🙏🙏

Why Von got that Micheal jaskon on him

Oh yeah im finna make a banger with this one 🔥🔥🔥

I was a Junior by the time.

THIS VIBE GOES HARD 🎉🎉🎉

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

He say smoke then straight war outside stay from outside into with own damn cousin don’t never think gone stop Running down alley way how yo ass get caught gone be last thought Half niggas don’t live what they rap he just fronting his moves Facebook Bitches only fuck with you when lit Soon ass I got rich started dick Riding Beat dude ass at that store who was he playing with Why the fuck he run his mouth all talk on iPhones Grab gen gun got out the house chase his ass down Told him empty every thing he have Pass me a gen I’m gone blast it Until somebody die don’t ever think about stopping shit

Is this beat sold? can't believe I'm so late!!

Once upon a time not long ago/ a fella like me had to strong arm a hoe/ she took my heart nice and slow/ lavished her with gifts and lots dough/lots to show/ my heart and soul/ i lost them both/ever since its been hard to cope/ been visiting lots hospital/ ran thru so many damn obstacles/telling me that its impossible/ to get back my heart/ i lost long ago/ right from the start/still i got a ways to go/to reclaim my soul/ find myself/ make me whole/still standing on my ten toes/i can't pretend thou/ this my end hoe/ you lame like Nintendo/or like Atari/ now you say your sorry/now you wanna make it Right/ but you can't make hoe into house wife/

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