VYTHE - FLESH
I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)
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I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)
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★ Verse 1 ★
Choppa sing like it's Lauren Hill
Niggas sweet as the fuck sippin syrup still
Bitch I ball like im Dwight
You ain't hype you just type
Money and top only things that I like
Feel like I'm uzi, I'm breakin the bank, right
It can't fit in my pocket my jeans tight
Uh, I'm in her walls like a night light
Swerve the street duckin 12 every Stoplight
Flick my wrist
Drag and click
Tap his head
I dont miss
She plead to fukk
But I'm pleadin the Fifth
Hollow tips, make him sit
Make him float like a fish
Lay him dead on the 1st
Make his wake on the 6th
Make him shit, puke, and piss inna body bag
He from hell? Send em back we ain't havin that!
He a bitch he won't battle back
Stupid slut on my nuts ride my dick like its saddleback
★ verse 2 ★
Ay
He rot and lessen, he down like depression
Don't gotta ask bitch its in my possession
Slit him in sections and bury him second
This stick in my hand let me teach you a lesson
Smoke up ya session and leave an impression
He vocal compress him, we dont do confessions!
Shoot in succession, we send em to heaven
She a 10, slide @ 9 then I'm gone by 11
Yuh
BITCH
YEAH YEAH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H
★ Chorus ★
I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)
Like, like, like
I do dope not dank
This that krankk
Wet that bit like sank (sink)
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VYTHE - HOCKEYSTIXX
H e double hockey stick, i pop them with a sloppy stick H e double hockey stick, i pop them with a sloppy stick H e double hockey stick, don't talk to me, that's not just it hg
VYTHE - 60 MILES #FREELILRT
{Intro} I ain't give birth to ya' son but I made 'em These niggas copy, verbatim Tweaked off the pills, think yo' ass need some kratom These industry
VYTHE - DUMMY
{Intro} Ayy, twelve with a switch (Делит на бите, с*ка) move yo' bitch ass Move yo' bitch ass, move yo' bitch ass Shout-out my Russian brother (Ha)
VYTHE - LIKE ME
Jus like a gardener i keep my tool up (tulip) Suck my dick, lick the drool up Gratata at yo whip and you ain't even back up But you brakkin & bool, huh And these venues
VYTHE - KRANKK
{Chorus} I do dope not dank This that krankk Wet that bit like sank (sink) Like, like, like I do dope not dank This that krankk Wet that bit like
VYTHE - FLESH
{Chorus} I do dope not dank This that krankk Wet that bit like sank (sink) Like, like, like I do dope not dank This that krankk Wet that bit like
VYTHE - KYS
{Chorus} Don’t even feel myself Nigga run up on me he gon’ kill himself I make her feel herself Gas pack loud can’t hear myself Don’t even feel
VYTHE - Ground
{chorus} Lifes a game, but i didn’t come to play around Then you came and burned my heart into the ground Then you came and burned my heart into the ground Then you came
VYTHE - Again
{intro} Bitch im not yo kin so don’t call me twin B-b-b bitch im not yo kin so don’t call me twin {chorus} And ill never trust a bitch again
VYTHE - HELLBOUND
{ chorus} Damn, my choppa sound like a fighter jet Glock 45 and that shit aint retire yet My choppa sound like a fighter jet Glock 45 and that shit aint retire yet
