Made a song to this truing to buy beat

Rimo igual, rimo igual, rimo igual Pac, bala nos cop' Sabe que meu hobby é o trap Sinal da fac', ela me boca Mal-humorado mesmo igual Trevor Ó meu sotaque, jovem do rock Ela tá molhada igual Squirtle Ela quer haxa, fumar no vape DJ tá ficando aéreo Rimo, rimo, rimo igual Pac, bala nos cop' Sabe que meu hobby é o trap Sinal da fac', ela me boca Mal-humorado mesmo igual Trevor Ó meu sotaque, jovem do rock Ela tá molhada igual Squirtle Ela quer haxa, fumar no vape DJ tá ficando aéreo Carro do ano, cordão de prata Só menor novo empresário Tudo que eu fiz e falei foi só free Eu sou frio em prol do trabalho Joia que brilha tipo um cometa Nós te coreta, ô, pirralho Agora eu tô assim, lazer de bandi' E se falar de mim, vou mandar pro car- Rimo igual, rimo igual, rimo igual Pac, bala nos cop' Sabe que meu hobby é o trap Sinal da fac', ela me boca Mal-humorado mesmo igual Trevor Ó meu sotaque, jovem do rock Ela tá molhada igual Squirtle Ela quer haxa, fumar no vape DJ tá ficando aéreo Get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it Me manda uma- Volta aí, volta aí, volta aí, volta aí, volta aí, volta aí Get it, let's- Get it, let's get it, let's- Aham, get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it Me manda uma foto de trás do seu Visa O nome do seu pai e da sua mãe, CPF Que eu falo o que eu penso d'ocê Eu sinto o sensor de vadia Apitando de dia, de noite, de dia Na hora do almoço, depois do Faustão Ela faz o programa e não mama você Pique Mike Amiri, Billie Jean, let's get it Minha humildade acaba quando o KIB solta o beat Eu to pique Mike Amiri, Billie Jean, let's go Tacando o Sharingan no Mastercard da sua tia Eu rimo igual pacto, bala no copo Ó meu cabelinho igual o Travis Eu tô vendendo crack dentro do carro Igual Matuê, só que black Rimo igual, rimo igual, rimo, rimo, rimo, rimo Rimo igual Pac, bala nos cop' Sabe que meu hobby é o trap Sinal da fac', ela me boca Mal-humorado mesmo igual Trevor Ó meu sotaque, jovem do rock Ela tá molhada igual Squirtle Ela quer haxa, fumar no vape DJ tá ficando aéreo Rimo, rimo, rimo igual Pac, bala nos cop' Sabe que meu hobby é o trap Sinal da fac', ela me boca Mal-humorado mesmo igual Trevor Ó meu sotaque, jovem do rock Ela tá molhada igual Squirtle Ela quer haxa, fumar no vape DJ tá ficando aéreo

Wheezy outta here Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie I can't be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt) I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt) Ayy, man, this shit there the weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah) I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin' I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was 5 Keep the old ones on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier specs, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad I can't go out, no way I'ma go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out I just whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (Oh) Cash, money, checks, cash (Ooh, ah) Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos (Ooh) I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself (Ah) I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (Ooh, it's lit) Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby (Hot) Since '012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (La Flame) Hundred mil' down on my desk, but I'm still up deciding (Straight up) Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (Skrrt, skrrt) I'm in that four-door by myself Know it's a hundred more niggas outside Know they gon' ride 'til the death (Ooh) Had some good years, ain't no way I get tired I gotta do what I feel Every day Super Bowl, fuck it, oh well I put a lot on myself In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell (Let's go) She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (Doo-doo-doo) I had to go back and link with my slimes like I'm thirteen and zero (It's lit) I told her, "Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel" (Part of the seq') No, we not livin' the same, we not makin' the same, we not equal (No), yeah, yeah, yeah Look mom I can fly Had some troubles, put that shit in the sky Brought the angels, know the devil would try It's so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it (Yeah, yeah) When we come out, we can't help but leave damage (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet (Yeah, yeah) Laid the map out, but they didn't understand it When I'm on, know that I fuck on a Grammy, yeah Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot

Can't front..this beat is....well.. HOT... Make you wanna write some bars to this....

Exactly, the beat is HOT ASF

[Intro: Juice WRLD] 10K, I show up with a new phone Yeah [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I made 20K within a month, then I spent that shit all on blunts Popped a couple Perkies, yeah at once Pull up on the scene, I got my gun That heat up on my hip just like the sun Say it two times, no I'm not one Say it a few times, no I’m not the one They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun I ain't warning niggas no more, boy it’s no mercy Bitches thinking that know me, think they gonna hurt me Baby is it worth it? [Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD] Beat it up I'm so Ike when the time's right These ain't Cubans, this zirconias, but it's real ice Pull up on you with that .40, that's a rеal pipe If I kill you, I'm gon' look you in the face and you gon’ diе Pull up on em .40 off it I got powers like I’m Austin Bombin' like from Boston Flyer than a pilot Run up on me, don't try it That .40 on me is frying [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Yes, I fucked your bitch, I did it in the telly (Yeah) I'ma hit it from the back, it's in her belly (Yeah) Got Marconi on my feet, these niggas steady (Yeah) Swaggin’ on these niggas, they embarrassed (Swag) Diamonds on my wrist, I go baguettin' every carat (Yeah) Take a diamond off my wrist, you probably could go and get married And you know that I pull up, I ain't really too scary I done found a group of girls, they look just like cherries (Yeah) I got a Muller that look like a Millie (Yeah) I got a Muller that look like a Millie (Yeah) I got a Muller that look like a Millie (Skrrt) Yes, I'm talkin' Richard bracelet on my achilles You cannot classify this as a anklet Sat it right on a anchor, that shit almost sank ship (Whoa) Dip from my haters, like I'm in the Matrix I hear echoes, my house, man this shit is too spacious (Yeah) [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I made 20K within a month, then I spent that shit all on blunts Popped a couple Perkies, yeah at once Pull up on the scene, I got my gun That heat up on my hip just like the sun Say it two times, no I'm not one Say it a few times, no I'm not the one They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun I ain't warning niggas no more, boy it's no mercy Bitches thinking that know me, think they gonna hurt me Baby is it worth it? [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] I laugh when I go get the money (Ha) Your bankroll got lots of twenties (Ha) I wear oversized drip on a Monday (Yeah) My little ghetto bitch say that I'm bummy (Woah) She used two type V-neck in my Balmain (Balmain) Stuff my pocket, my pants fallin' (Ayy, uh-huh) Every day I'ma keep ballin, this a autobiography, not no small range, vroom [Verse 3: Juice WRLD] Yeah, ayy I'ma do the dash, I'ma floor it Push the gas, ballin' on these hoes, they adore it She tryna explore it like Dora I told her no more Sephora Let's go to Gucci, freshen up your aura She suck my dick in the movies, did it again in a jacuzzi You don't like me, then sue me Paul Wall with the lean, watch him scoop me up They comparing me to Uzi Smash her, pass her, natural disaster Momma say I'm crazy, tried to take me to the pastor That shit do not matter, plus my pockets fatter Outer space, I'm off the drugs, feel my face on Saturn You know what it is, tell me what it isn't R. Kelly with the bitch, I'ma get to pissin' Never gave fuck about none of the competition I ain't never lacking, got my hand on her Smith & [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I made 20K within a month, then I spent that shit all on blunts Popped a couple Perkies, yeah at once Pull up on the scene, I got my gun That heat up on my hip just like the sun Say it two times, no I'm not one Say it a few times, no I'm not the one They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun I ain't warning niggas no more, boy it's no mercy Bitches thinking that know me, think they gonna hurt me Baby is it worth it? [Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD] Beat it up I'm so Ike when the time's right These ain't Cubans, this zirconias, but it's real ice Pull up on you with that .40, that's a real pipe If I kill you, I'm gon' look you in the face and you gon' die Pull up on em .40 off it I got powers like I'm Austin Bombin' like I'm Boston Flyer than a pilot Run up on me, don't try it That .40 on me is frying

You ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches? You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness? I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants To claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege For Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister They had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em We catch a opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop fuckin' with Ashton Kutcher Funeral home be extortin' me 'cause I be paying for bookings Won't send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life They don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to I had to get it out that mud 'cause we was pain and suffering And we was stuck inside the hood, we mix our Percs with 'Tussin I know a killer got in that jam, we call him David Ruffin And they didn't even use his statement, so he sang for nothing They had a bitch up on that case but she the lamest bustin' I fucked her but she still showed up at court, I came for nothing I appreciate my war scars, show me I came from nothin' My daddy got back off that L, like who get life for hustlin'? I'm still a voice inside the trenches, don't make me say it again DJ playin' the opps inside this club, he better not play it again See dissin' me and go OT gon' get your hood shot I can tell the streets what I been through just off my mugshots And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life They don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to

Edward we love u now pls don't die in prison

dunno if buddy still makes beats but this fire

👎LOOP.

Yall show love makes me stronger

there’s another song with this same background recorder beat please someone help me remember what it is😭

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I stay on the move you know I’m on go hop in the z06 and go 🗣️

I never listened to nobody did the opposite What i said you mean to me it was the opposite Steady stressing myself out dealing with problems and shit Shout out to pops cause he was dealing with my problems and shit And when I ever needed money called my grandmom and shit Family struggling paying bills I’m talking landlords and shit I wish I went a different way I never planned on this shit But I’ma stick to being different and I’m standing on it I really tried to give my heart but you was standing on it ……… Go rewind and you can see the last fuck I could give Wouldn’t break so many hearts, give up yeah I would She say you really did me wrong, what the fuck have I did? I really seen my granny dead and it’s stuck in my head I try to stop myself from crying, tearing up in my head

what kit did u use in this vid ?

sounds like family ties - kendrick lamar

カメラに向けて喋る謎の外人

Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye I'm the bossman in the suit with no tie I can't be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Diggin' her back while I'm grippin' her sides Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs Everything litty, I love when it's hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt) I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt) Haven't had a sip, that there weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (yeah, yeah) I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was five Keep the old ones on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier spread, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad I can't go out, no way I'ma go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot I can whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot

Free YT

The flute is the cherry on the cake 🔥

BRO MY SOCIAL STUDIES TEACHER IS MAKING ME SING A RAP OF DIFFERENT CIVILIZATIONS WHILE RAPING TO THIS😭😭😭

shi still crazy

ok

2024 🎉iSee why he named the album this 🍀

Some of the flute loop is missing

Book Of Rhymes

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FreeYSL #thugthugamothaf@&$

when u got everything at ur feet but u just have no vision at all

How do I find this on SoundCloud

This instrumental is missing the high note every 8 beats at the end.

BACK THEN THEY CALLED IT SOUL FOOD🔥🔥

Didn't even try to remake it.... you just chopped up the outro of the original smh, lazy producer work 😂

You ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches? You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness? I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants To claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege For Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister They had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em We catch a opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop fuckin' with Ashton Kutcher Funeral home be extortin' me 'cause I be paying for bookings Won't send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life They don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to I had to get it out that mud 'cause we was pain and suffering And we was stuck inside the hood, we mix our Percs with 'Tussin I know a killer got in that jam, we call him David Ruffin And they didn't even use his statement, so he sang for nothing They had a bitch up on that case but she the lamest bustin' I fucked her but she still showed up at court, I came for nothing I appreciate my war scars, show me I came from nothin' My daddy got back off that L, like who get life for hustlin'? I'm still a voice inside the trenches, don't make me say it again DJ playin' the opps inside this club, he better not play it again See dissin' me and go OT gon' get your hood shot I can tell the streets what I been through just off my mugshots And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life They don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to

Сука была лесби, после меня би!

Sam howell has thrown for a touchdown

Can you make with: Gunna - Pink Sprite

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В краю даже перец и тот самосад Нет это не чах, дерьмо-детский сад Эх вот ща пафнуть? у всех на устах Уже третьи сутки мой чел на усах Один среди гор, в высоких кустах Где гашиш создал гук а гука Аллах Стадо баранов в руках автомат Я нашёл свой дом, я нашёл свой кайф Где пламя заката меня прямо в рай Где все мои псы отозвались на лай Горы это хайп, горы всегда ит соу хай с плюхой танцую, на ветре играю

Liiiiiiiit🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

avid Ruffin / Lyrics Main Results You ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches? You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness? I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants To claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege For Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister They had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em We catch a opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop fuckin' with Ashton Kutcher Funeral home be extortin' me 'cause I be paying for bookings Won't send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life They don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to I had to get it out that mud 'cause we was pain and suffering And we was stuck inside the hood, we mix our Percs with 'Tussin I know a killer got in that jam, we call him David Ruffin And they didn't even use his statement, so he sang for nothing They had a bitch up on that case but she the lamest bustin' I fucked her but she still showed up at court, I came for nothing I appreciate my war scars, show me I came from nothin' My daddy got back off that L, like who get life for hustlin'? I'm still a voice inside the trenches, don't make me say it again DJ playin' the opps inside this club, he better not play it again See dissin' me and go OT gon' get your hood shot I can tell the streets what I been through just off my mugshots And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life They don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to

Damn, Got keys on it!

I request the Biggavell aka Max B to remake this joint with that Tsunami splash on it

Eminem sampled this on Book of Rhymes

Hot like the summer fam If I lie 2 u I'm uh spin u like uh ceiling fan Money over bitches all uh nigga know is get the bandz . Instant ham if uh niggas try 2 play u cocc

This song just like candy, better without the (w)rapper

What’s the song though? 🤔