Beatdemons? 😈

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Only ogs will remember this one

Flp ?

عاد افضللل Beat مر في التاريخ😂😂

Burn out the tires in the new coupe in these new shoes, damn I'm what she desires, she can't touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn I'm with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan (yeah) 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 Burn out the tires in the new coupe in these new shoes, damn I'm what she desires, she can't touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn I'm with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan (yeah) Burn out the tires in the new coupe in these new shoes, damn I'm what she desires, she can't touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn I'm with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan

Rule the world The wanted ft Pitbull Red one explicit

Rule the world The wanted ft Pitbull Red one explicit

Rule the world the wanted ft pitbull

Sounds great man

bro drop FL for drums and stop being pussy

Instrumental looks like Bboys break tape and so many in different album!! Ciara inspiration on my dance!! Thk you for this sample!!

how is this the best guys?

Beating this game like it’s my own dick Stupid bitch tryna play me like common sense I’m a dollar to a penny all these mfs under me I’ll take a sledge to my balcony Hammer a homer for talking down to me Beat ya face in til you wear a brace Take it in King to a god keep thinking Chump change making Contemplating Give ya lord congratulations Walk on my red carpet I’ll make you lay there Grab ya wheelchair I’m the main character You look concerned Mother fucker Rush sadboyhours like you’re tuckered out Single you out, man child, pedophile like a drake fan sent this to your phone

This was my FAV song for like 2 years

the ones th die that won’t be here soon are the ones that laugh when they walk in the room n the ones that smile inside wanna a cry n the one that speak in of is I inside i’m dying but out side i just laugh fully shit fully crap tel u this tell u thy

i love this song so much

YOU SHOULD BE WHAT IT MEANS TO BE YOU AND ME YOU WITH ME ALL THAT MEANS NOTHING ELSE SEEMS INDIVIDUAL DISTINCT DON'T YOU THINK #UNIQUE EXCLAMATION POINT EMOJI WINK WHAT I THINK TEN TOES ON HER OWN INDIVIDUAL GOALS ON THE MIND THROUGH EYES I DEFINED UNIQUE TRUE INDEED DO BELIEVE ALL PRAISE TO MY TRUE RELIGION WHY THINK BACK LEAVE IT AS THAT LET'S NOT RE-LIVE IT RELOCATE NO RELOCATING OUT WITH THE OLD RENOVATION LOOK AT THE VIEW VISTA VIEW RENOVATED IN ORDER TO BUTTERFLY GOTTA CATERPILLAR I'M IN FOR IT NO BUTS OR WHY'S WHO'S CATCHING FEELINGS THIS AGE IN TIME IF THIS AIN'T ABOUT TIME THEN IT'S ABOUT I MAKE IT OFFICIALLY ABOUT MINES ALL FOR THE GOOD WIND DOWN WINE DINE WINE OR WONDER WHY WONDERING HOW COULD I I'M LIKE WHY WOULDN'T I HOW COULDN'T I KINDA GOOD AT READING MINDS ON THE OTHER SIDE WOULD'VE BEEN WHY WOULDN'T I YEA THINK IT'S DOWNLOADED FILE SENT SAVED IN STORAGE SAY THINKING OF NOW HOW IT'S GOING ON THE PHONE LAYING SAYING TO LAYING DOWN PASSED OUT SNORING PLAYING SAYING WHO'S PLAYING DELAYING LYING SAY SCARED NERVOUS OWN IT SAY IT ALL CAP FROM THE NEW ERA YOU'LL FEEL BETTER SOON AS YOU SAY IT ALL THAT JUST TO CLAIM RATHER BLAME BE THE ONE BEING BLAMED WITH NAME EVERYTHING MEANS EVERYTHING ON EVERYTHING WHENEVER IT EVER RINGS FOR ANY OR ANYTHING ON YOUR NECK ON THE WRIST ALL FOR TILL ALL FOUR WHEELS ALL FOR THE WRISK HONED IN TILL WE'RE HOME WITH NO ONE BUT US WHAT'S WANTED WHO'S NEEDED SECOND TO ONE IN GOD WE TRUST

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Je suis avec ma clique j'ai le jouet qui fait clic clic tu connais mes méthodes soit je te quitte soit jte quitte dans un 4 Matic sa SNIF tart la codé j'avoue je roule beaucoup j'entends sur la bas côté j'attends sur le côté qu'on me ramène la codé j'ai beaucoup d'argent sa monte la beauté la beauté sa monte la beauté sa monte sa SNIF la codé sa SNIF la codé je connais les code de la cité j'ai la vérocité de koundakité elle ta niquer je l'ai quitté habiller en Versace je suis en soirée

Fell out with sum niggas cuz they claim they loyal They try to catch me slipping, like I fell off some oil They got crown me king, cuz they know nigga I’m royal And I’m gon be that till I’m gone , bury in the soil If I push you bets believe you gon shove me back But if I love you , one question ? Is u gon love me back ? They ain’t your homies if they ain’t never try to watch your back They ain’t your bitch , if she talking to bros right behind your back

One chark one chark isla bonita may days

pour an eight inside the Lamb' truck, fell asleep flyin' I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs And I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin' These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought Booka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me They turnt their back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me I put baguettie inside the Cartier 'cause I'm feelin' bossy They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told 'em, "Call me" I built a relationship with the real, with niggas who never saw me Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it Fuck bein' a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas' tablets Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established You do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon' get you a casket I did shit for niggas without them askin' I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin' I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all nah even though I got it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros The one I ain't talk to like that back then know they still hoes And some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still shows I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to say I'm a butcher Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'" He say, "That back door damn near closed, " I say, "It's back open" I say, "These blocks could be back one, " he say, "You back hopin'" You gotta watch the niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin' He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion Bro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent And I like talkin' to the streets, like When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like Tell motherfuckers like what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'? Relate to the trenches (yeah, yeah) You know what I'm sayin' I can't be talkin' 'bout a Richard Mille all the time (yeah, yeah, yeah) Know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah) Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I'm sayin'? The voice Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

remember when I met you, I didn't want to fall I thought my hands were shaking 'cause you looked so beautiful I remember when you kissed me, I knew you were the one And oh my hands were shaking when you played my favorite song I don't know why But every time I look into your eyes I see a thousand falling shooting stars and yes I love you I can't believe that every night you're by my side Promise I'll stay here 'till the morning And pick you up when you're falling When the rain gets rough, when you've had enough I'll just sweep you off your feet and fix you with my love My only one My only one Tell me how you do it I can barely breathe with the smile you get You get the best of me and all I reall want is to give you all of me Tell me how you do it, how you bring me back You bring me back to life then make my heartbeat stop I can't take it I don't know why But every time I look into your eyes I see a thousand falling shooting stars and yes I love you I can't believe that every night you're by my side Voy a cuidarte por las noches Voy a amarte sin reproches Te voy a extrañar en la tempestad Y aunque existan mil razones para renunciar Promise I'll stay here 'till the morning And pick you up when you're falling When the rain gets rough, when you've had enough I'll just sweep you off your feet and fix you with my love My only one, there's no one else My only one, there's no one else You are my only one It's just there's no one else, ouh, uoh My only one My only

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need dababy freestyle on this beat

❤ this I hope gets threw to the bones

~🦾✨✨🏆🏆✨🏆💫🦾

I sampled the intro

I tell a nigga don't dick ride, don't blick ride Leave it to the double thick thighs, twin sisters Drop it down and wobble, wobble up, mami booted up She get down and gobble, gobble up 'cause my money up Slide, slide in the Bentley truck-a, the Wraith truck-a Your bestie is a dick sucker, I big dub her As-salama-lama alaykum, you big hater You nothin' but a hater, hater, clout chaser Now we catch him at the chicken spot, up a couple chops Pop that nigga with a hundred shots, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta DayDay made that nigga Diddy Bop, cha-cha-cha-cha-cha He thought we was gon' knuckle up, bitch, I don't box And these niggas always talkin' shit, yadda-yadda-ya When you see me, what you talkin' 'bout, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Niggas always wanna chase clout, bitch, I am clout Tell 'em get up out my face now 'fore I grrt Are you dumb, stupid, or dumb, huh? Play me like a dummy, like bitch, are you dumb? Are you dumb, stupid, or dumb, huh? Yeah, you got some money, but you still fuckin' ugly Stupid, listen When I talk, you better listen We can make him dance, bachata Slide over, do the cha-cha Grrt, bah-bah Make a nigga go adios Dímelo, mami Fresca, you nasty Flame up, light it They see me and get excited Two step, spin around, so fly, pilot They sick, been hot, way before coronavirus Nigga, who did that? Nigga, who did what? Nigga, that's my shit, don't bite it I tell a nigga don't dick ride, don't blick ride Leave it to the double thick thighs, twin sisters Drop it down and wobble, wobble up, mami booted up She get down and gobble, gobble up 'cause my money up Slide, slide in the Bentley truck-a, the Wraith truck-a Your bestie is a dick sucker, I big dub her As-salama-lama alaykum, you big hater You nothin' but a hater, hater, clout chaser You're mad I'm back, big mad He's mad, she's mad, big sad Haha, don't care, stay mad Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah Haha, bitch, I'm laughin' 'cause you big mad See it in your face, cry baby, bitch, you big sad Niggas tweetin' 'bout me, got me trendin', bitch, you big sad Tell me how I ratted, came home to a big bag

Daću ti spiku - ti je isprati, i dobru ziku u ritmu se klati I poštovanje - ti ga uzvrati, i bolje shvati da neću stati Naše je vreme - i mi smo glavni, mrak je u kući vi ste mali Mikrofon gori, sve ću da spalim, Smoke i Džiboni - Originali Da li ste znali da ulice znaju ko stalno se cima na njima Geto vojnike, ekipe, drukare, pubove, kurve, a brda ih ima Ulice znaju i zauvek ćute, tajne u kraju čuvaju klupe Svake stotinke, sekunde, minute, beton dočekuje nove regrute Ne volim glumce što mnogo se kurče, zbog takvih ulice postaju ljute Jačima napravi otporne, istrajne, mudre, ratnike spremne da trpe Gladni jure valute, spremni na sranje, gaze i mrtve u trci za pare Korake krupne prave pa padnu, a retki nastave dalje Beton udara jako posred glave, još jače ove što se prave Pa zarije zube, otšre i kvarne, što prave do koske duboke rane Posle spale opšte sranje, nemoj da čekaš da to sve stane Zna se ko ne sme, a ko sme brale, dušmani gde ste, još ste cave Da li mislite vi da ovo sranje nas brine Tamo gde smo bili mi, ti ne želiš da ideš Tamo lako se gine, lako se pada s visine Zato nemoj da pomišljaš da se bojimo sine (x2)

Daću ti spiku - ti je isprati, i dobru ziku u ritmu se klati I poštovanje - ti ga uzvrati, i bolje shvati da neću stati Naše je vreme - i mi smo glavni, mrak je u kući vi ste mali Mikrofon gori, sve ću da spalim, Smoke i Džiboni - Originali Da li ste znali da ulice znaju ko stalno se cima na njima Geto vojnike, ekipe, drukare, pubove, kurve, a brda ih ima Ulice znaju i zauvek ćute, tajne u kraju čuvaju klupe Svake stotinke, sekunde, minute, beton dočekuje nove regrute Ne volim glumce što mnogo se kurče, zbog takvih ulice postaju ljute Jačima napravi otporne, istrajne, mudre, ratnike spremne da trpe Gladni jure valute, spremni na sranje, gaze i mrtve u trci za pare Korake krupne prave pa padnu, a retki nastave dalje Beton udara jako posred glave, još jače ove što se prave Pa zarije zube, otšre i kvarne, što prave do koske duboke rane Posle spale opšte sranje, nemoj da čekaš da to sve stane Zna se ko ne sme, a ko sme brale, dušmani gde ste, još ste cave Da li mislite vi da ovo sranje nas brine Tamo gde smo bili mi, ti ne želiš da ideš Tamo lako se gine, lako se pada s visine Zato nemoj da pomišljaš da se bojimo sine (x2) You might also like Beton Smoke Mardeljano Alter ego Brut Demonstracija veštine Smoke Mardeljano Embed About Have the inside scoop on this song? Sign up and drop some knowledge Start the song bio Q&A Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning Ask a question Who produced “Originali” by Smoke Mardeljano? When did Smoke Mardeljano release “Originali”? Who wrote “Originali” by Smoke Mardeljano? Znaš Me Znam Te (2015) Smoke Mardeljano 1. Intro 2. Hip Hop Je Večan 3. Jedna Ljubav 4. Moraćeš Da Platiš 5. Bas Me Boli Rac 6. Pod Srećnom Zvezdom 7. Kiša U Londonu 8. Budi jak 9. Nemam Ništa S’ Tim 10. Pozitiva 2 11. Pravi Put 12. Oldskul (Missing Lyrics) 13. Otvori Oči 14. Ulice Sive 15. You Aint A Killer 16. Originali 17. Krvno Srodstvo 18. Iznad Površine Credits Featuring MRAK, Džiboni & Kića (SRB) Producer Zhozi Zho Writers MRAK, Džiboni, Kića (SRB) & Smoke Mardeljano Label Ltdfm Music Arranger Zhozi Zho, VAN & Stiven Drama Vocal Recording Engineer VAN & Stiven Drama Mastering Engineer VAN & Stiven Drama Mixing Engineer VAN & Stiven Drama Recorded At Ltdfm Label Studio, Beograd Release Date May 26, 2015 Tags RapSrpski RapSrbija Expand Comments Add a comment Get the conversation started Be the first to comment Sign Up And Drop Knowledge 🤓 Genius is the ultimate source of music knowledge, created by scholars like you who share facts and insight about the songs and artists they love. Sign Up Recommended by  L Rey (NJ) (Ft. Devine Soul) - You Got Me FallinYou Got Me Fallin Lyrics: Baby you got me falling / And I know that you falling for me / Never thought it could be so deep around you / I could never ignore it / Even though I try to keep it lowkey / Whengenius.com/ ‍xaev - ​time limittime limit Lyrics: Can you turn back time? / I'm running out of time / A hole of my own doing / And one foot out of line / For something that's already mine / Do you know / How to turn back all threegenius.com/ Анна Семенович (Anna Semenovich) - Ищу мужа (looking for a husband)Ищу мужа (looking for a husband) Lyrics: Хватит мне одной закатом любоваться / Пора пора пора душой припарковаться / Пусть будет счастью он причиной и виновник / Пусть будет три в одном мой муж и друг любовник / Пустьgenius.com/ [Pics] The Most Eye-catching Dresses Ever Worn In The OscarsInteresticle [Pics] The Giant Jet Will Revolutionize FlyingLearnitwise [Photos] If You See A Coin In Your Car Door Handle, Walk AwayArticlestone [Photos] 50 photos showing the dark side of cruises.Novelodge [Pics] Her Dress At The Oscars Will Be Spoken About For CenturiesInteresticle Genius is the world’s biggest collection of song lyrics and musical knowledge About Genius

I tell a nigga don't dick ride, don't blick ride Leave it to the double thick thighs, twin sisters Drop it down and wobble, wobble up, mami booted up She get down and gobble, gobble up 'cause my money up Slide, slide in the Bentley truck-a, the Wraith truck-a Your bestie is a dick sucker, I big dub her As-salama-lama alaykum, you big hater You nothin' but a hater, hater, clout chaser Now we catch him at the chicken spot, up a couple chops Pop that nigga with a hundred shots, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta DayDay made that nigga Diddy Bop, cha-cha-cha-cha-cha He thought we was gon' knuckle up, bitch, I don't box And these niggas always talkin' shit, yadda-yadda-ya When you see me, what you talkin' 'bout, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Niggas always wanna chase clout, bitch, I am clout Tell 'em get up out my face now 'fore I grrt Are you dumb, stupid, or dumb, huh? Play me like a dummy, like bitch, are you dumb? Are you dumb, stupid, or dumb, huh? Yeah, you got some money, but you still fuckin' ugly Stupid, listen When I talk, you better listen We can make him dance, bachata Slide over, do the cha-cha Grrt, bah-bah Make a nigga go adios Dímelo, mami Fresca, you nasty Flame up, light it They see me and get excited Two step, spin around, so fly, pilot They sick, been hot, way before coronavirus Nigga, who did that? Nigga, who did what? Nigga, that's my shit, don't bite it I tell a nigga don't dick ride, don't blick ride Leave it to the double thick thighs, twin sisters Drop it down and wobble, wobble up, mami booted up She get down and gobble, gobble up 'cause my money up Slide, slide in the Bentley truck-a, the Wraith truck-a Your bestie is a dick sucker, I big dub her As-salama-lama alaykum, you big hater You nothin' but a hater, hater, clout chaser You're mad I'm back, big mad He's mad, she's mad, big sad Haha, don't care, stay mad Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah Haha, bitch, I'm laughin' 'cause you big mad See it in your face, cry baby, bitch, you big sad Niggas tweetin' 'bout me, got me trendin', bitch, you big sad Tell me how I ratted, came home to a big bag

Best song ever

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Who made the beat the producer isn’t credited in the credits

Can someone share the FLP?

Pego a minha Bíblia Mateus 7:1-5 1"Não julguem, para que vocês não sejam julgados. 2Pois da mesma forma que julgarem, vocês serão julgados; e a medida que usarem, também será usada para medir vocês. 3"Por que você repara no cisco que está no olho do seu irmão e não se dá conta da viga que está em seu próprio olho? 4Como você pode dizer ao seu irmão: 'Deixe-me tirar o cisco do seu olho', quando há uma viga no seu? 5Hipócrita, tire primeiro a viga do seu olho, e então você verá claramente para tirar o cisco do olho do seu irmão.

This is a Killer Instinct Arcade beat song now

This is definitely in my rotation 👍🤙🎯

I’ve found my people

What is clang Sound in the start?

This isn’t it. Nice beat but the bass needed carries the soul of the song differently you need those 808 tools in this. Tight beat though.

someone tell me what sample he uses in the melody

That ain't it chief

Proifit Look at me rappin I want that good life Dak 32 be the hood tho

~🦾⭐⭐⚡💫💫💫🦾

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