this is honestly one of the best background musics ever to be created the guitar is smoothing the bass boost meh but in general good job dude hope you do good in life rip juice wrld we will forever miss him to generations and generations 😢❤

Kikuo - Femboy dreams (ft. Hazel & Matt: Trickle & Azia) (From Hazel & Matt's Femboy Memory Album)

Did he sample this from $b?

reminds me of my ex..

Hi I’m a artist can I use this beat dude🎉

No cap, I been runnin’ up the racks (racks) Countin’ up the stacks, now they all up in my tracks (tracks) Came up from the bottom, I ain’t never lookin’ back (back) Focused on the grind, now I’m drippin’, that’s a fact (fact) (Verse 1) Pull up in the coupe, got the stars in the ceiling (ceiling) I was broke before, now I’m stackin’ up a million (million) Young and on the move, yeah, I’m chasin’ every feelin’ (feelin’) They was sleepin' on me, now they see just what I’m dealin’ (deal) Runnin' with the pack, yeah, the whole team solid (solid) Money in the bank, got it poppin’ like a wallet (wallet) Drip too clean, got ‘em askin' where I bought it (bought it) I just do my thing, now they actin' like they saw it (saw it) Came from the dirt, now I’m gleamin' like a star (star) Pullin’ out the lot, brand new foreign car (car) I ain’t need the fame, but they know who we are (are) Young boss moves, now I’m goin’ super far (far) (Chorus) No cap, I been runnin’ up the racks (racks) Countin’ up the stacks, now they all up in my tracks (tracks) Came up from the bottom, I ain’t never lookin’ back (back) Focused on the grind, now I’m drippin’, that’s a fact (fact) (Verse 2) I don’t chase the clout, I just let it come to me (me) Livin’ out my dreams, now the world’s what I see (see) Used to rock the fake, now I’m draped in Louis V (V) Everything is custom, yeah, the fit is lookin’ clean (clean) I be on the move, got no time for the fake (fake) If it ain't about the money, then it’s somethin' I don’t take (take) Swervin' through the city, I be cruisin' by the lake (lake) They was hatin’ heavy, now they beggin' for a break (break) Pull up with the squad, and we all gettin' paid (paid) Shinin' like the sun, I ain’t never in the shade (shade) Workin’ every day, now I’m buildin’ up the wave (wave) Now they see the moves, every dollar that I made (made) (Chorus) No cap, I been runnin’ up the racks (racks) Countin’ up the stacks, now they all up in my tracks (tracks) Came up from the bottom, I ain’t never lookin’ back (back) Focused on the grind, now I’m drippin’, that’s a fact (fact) (Bridge) No cap, yeah, I’m runnin’ to the top (top) Never lookin' down, yeah, I’m headed for the spot (spot) Came up from the ground, now I’m everything they not (not) They ain’t see the work, now they beggin' me to stop (stop) (Chorus) No cap, I been runnin’ up the racks (racks) Countin’ up the stacks, now they all up in my tracks (tracks) Came up from the bottom, I ain’t never lookin’ back (back) Focused on the grind, now I’m drippin’, that’s a fact (fact)

Ooh, yeah Lil Pump! Yeah Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh) Walk in the trap like a boss (brr) Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh) Walk in the trap like a boss (trap) Yeah, I came in with the sauce, (ooh) Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh Fuck a nigga bitch, don't care, damn Throwing up racks in the air, damn Told that bitch "Lil Pump, yeah, ooh", damn I just broke my wrist 100 on my wrist, can't tell me shit Pop 4 Xans then I fucked a nigga's bitch Never went to school 'cause I was always flippin' bricks, ayy Yeah, I came up with the sauce, damn Yeah, I sold crack in the halls, damn Lil Pump, bands on top, damn Gave my mom 2 Glocks, damn Everybody do wanna be me Lookin' at my neck and it's Fiji, ooh, damn Everybody do wanna be me Lookin' at my neck and it's Fiji, ooh Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah

Bro repost this without the tag. That tag sucks. Also drums aren’t loud enough and 808 is off key. I’m a professional hater telling the truth

Walking down the street,I got Jesus on my side Bible is my weapon ain't no pistol on my thigh Get down on my knees and I pray to the most high I've been fighting demons,cause the devil tryna lie Tryna take me over devour from the inside But I can't let the happen I got Jesus by my side

I'm trying to catch a vibe but what I'm listening is pretty fire! My ex hmu ( Blocked) don't kill my vibe ! Boy don't please kill my vibe ! Sorry but not Sorry i dont have the energy nor the time ! I got this oNE N____ IN MY PHONE HE HELLA FINE ! ( he looks good yeahhhhhh He is my type) We aint even sexing but im trying to see whats in the jeans (Got me thinking like Gewine) I hate Everytime I speak I have to ryhme but I'll drop y'all few lines! Now off on my space ship something like the jetsins ( I'm not even high ) 🤣 I dont want to down just yet im in for a ride All the bs to tbe side I do all this shit kicks but im not going lie Yeah Just to past the time just to past the time

THIS BEAT SO NICE GET U IN UR FEELINGSIKE WTF THIS SOME HARD SHIT

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this like a carti or yeat beat

Besides the missing counter melody ts perfect

IM so happy their is instumental!!!

Feels like old memories

Nerves kinda bad better without trash around me clean path the truth neuro really dope hulk smash really strong light steps feather type cordinated strapped late night at minimum a 9 milla if I sense any false energy around me already equipped static electricity have ya hair standing up on top of ya dome piece neuro truth

the best version pn KZbin

Murder on my mind Tout les jours chuis frais Mais toi tes trop mocheu Ten payera surement les frais Mais taura pas demotions Taura pas trop dmoney Taura pas trop dbitxh Jfais jamais dposte sur mon instagram car c'est bitchease veule me chasent a lepoque javais pas trop dbiff Et jdetestais ma miff Aujourdhui jai la phantom et lvuittion mais jaime toujour ps ma mif Et tous cque jfume c descend Mon briquet a plus dessence Compte pas sur moi pour taider frerot meme tes cheveix sentznt les pieds c chaud Jcomprend paq cque tu dis Tarticule trop mal C chaud dz tecouter ta frequence ma degouté Et je sais qutu sais qjue sais tu pu dla bouche et qton haleine fait tripé

cool

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ESSKEETIT!!!! 😆😆😆🎊🎉🧨🎆🎇

I freestyle to this shit

This is so flat bro tune

Conteudo de qualidade é dificil achar hoje em dia, voce e foda mano

The intro sounds so good

Wish it didn't have the eh eh eh sounds.

test

better than the original frfr

Polo

I have the original song how can i share it?

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I like it 😂😂😂😂😂🎉🎉🎉🎉😅😊😮❤❤

0:12

I like this song

THE BEST THE ACCURATE ONE OMG 🍆🍆🍆

Why have they changed it? And not just have the original song instead YT is tweaking

Doing 1382 sit-ups none stop to this 💪🏽💪🏽

0:10

ima diss opium rap on this

Bro got the flute sound and everything💯🔥

Woke up in a pot of fire, Seen demons flyin above My pain will never expire Unrighteous, i think its dumb New perspectives, Im making up Not wasting a second of time, got children to take care of

I start with j end with the ax that’s my way jtaxs fukn up my pay that’s what she say huh funny u think u

🔥 what else ❤️‍🔥

This is not produced by you u its Ozs prod

Shawty bahd for a lil bit make it drop to my top tok on it take a puff we abt to get ruff

Shawty bahd with a lil drop made sure I listen to my pop get knocked on the fronted

Hum This melly Not Melvin Young nigga world Before beat drop I swear didn’t shoot them That shit was drive by Too much weed I’m too high I saw them bullets fly Blood on the floor I saw them cry But I ask why But i ask why Fuck this shit I’m demon The opps bullets they squeezing Shot slip Just like kevin semen Youssef’s on his knees he pleading Youssef on his knees he fiening Dada byram For some clout I don’t know what’s this bout They just shot him down Hit him wit a 50 round After they shot took the wheel I could see the pain know how it feel Why did they have to steal My brothers heart I’m get a bag I’m a do it smart Ain’t have no lighter But I had spark Young nigga shining From the dark Couple shoot outs At the park 3 am we just left stu Went home drip on my shoe Sticking like Kevin’s glue 30 minutes later they got shot ain’t know what to do Right pocket full of blues As much blood as ocean Youssef my bitch keeping blowing Kevin in his bed using lotion Spent 200 now he got no more motion Like where it go Like Where’s your hoe Should stick with bro But now you just a fucking hoe Know it’s back to the story Saw the blood that’s pouring Late night felt like it was storming 4 am got to the hospital Shot in the head wasn’t optimal But we had to push though the pain Blood coming out juvys vein Blood coming out satchels brain Couldn’t tell what he was saying 6 am they were pronounced dead Next day had to post on twitter How could they take my nigga Why did they pull the trigga Millions that’s 7 figures I don’t know why All I know is melvin taking over Melvin stop don’t shot the Glock Nooooo Nooooooooooo Bitch I’m murder Wake up in the morning i got murder on my mind I got hella glocks mixed them with my nines If I shoot I’m gonna go to court take time I think I lost my mind Where did melly go I think we lost him bro It’s just Melvin’s time to fucking shine 3 am we just left stu Me and porter know what to do Wait till we get to west side of town Then we shoot this mother fucking 100 round Satchel shot up in his face They body’s unconsciousness Why did we do this It’s cause I’m melvin No that’s not why Told those pussys don’t cry Told porter don’t snitch We gotta lie What about they mamas They fucking shot Juvy satchel rest in a pot Shot the side of car so we would not get caught Porter say it was drive by To much weed I’m too high See the bullets fly From the rear back seat We shot them in the head cause it’s optimal Took both of they ass and Capped at the hospital We said it was drive by We had to lie I know they mama going cry They brother going cry But it was for purpose Months later now we in court I’m thinking shit was it worth it Shit wasn’t working Too much evidence On my fucking name If I go to jail I’m gonna lose all my fame Sold this shit like a game Not I’m stuck in jail Did I fucking fail I lost all I lost all Murder on my mind bitch

Amazing

She in disguise, you can see it in her eyes; Yea I’m getting by, 1,000s ways you could die; So I’m getting high, wonder why wonder why; These demons come out at night;