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Baby❤

Free Bing

And RGV records.

Prison lyrics is sweet and keeptable.

It's a dope beat

this shit fire

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Lyrics on the bing flow pls.

Great

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Nfytr

Idc who you are, when you hear this beat, all you want to do is start flowing...Don't even Lie.

Oh yea ay ay shit shit member they ain give me chance wish they could c me now nigga posed to be my but u set me up Nd had me beat down, so when I c u it’s Murray what I’m screaming bout

I love this beat 😂

Hey! Is this instrumental free to use?

this bumppin

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Freebing

Free lil Bing 🎵🎵🎵

As long as that money come young hustlers still double up

Love this shit

FREE BING

is this a free beat

they go through Garza West even though its for Murder they get Felonies

FREE BING FREE SPM!

Southwest westpark gs

Riderz... The real g riderZ Peel ya wig back pull ya teeth out with pliers, party shit up down caronas round the fire , jump in the whip speed off burning tires.. dangerous folks with fucked up desires , battles rages on between us and our rivals, have to be on point strapped up 10 rifles, ,,take a niggas life end up with that title... Look in the eyes of a lifeless liar..right between the brows for a snitch with a wire, burn down that kush hit the blunt with a lighter, hit it and caugh that's straight fire, ,murder , Fed case doin life in prison ,body's drop left n right too many riskin , seen a nigga get merked by my homie mystic , interrogation came quick I said I ain't seen shit I can't believe that nigga switched up quick ..Heard you was a snitch Dawg I caught a weird vibe, kicked your back door in an got you by suprise, your homies broke down with tears in they eyes , no remorce g code you must comply , I pulled the strap out and watched the brains fly , you can beg for mercy but I won't reply , I done told you once that fake niggas die , ride it until the end of silent goodbye , stressin mom's out every night she cry, wonder where her baby's at he's her life , nowhere to go at the end of the night..poor little g trynna get his cash right, hunt a nigga down and drop'em on sight ,if your trigger finger itchen and you think you just might, Im Strapped and ready sittin in the kitchen ...ready to blast at the first rims glistening..creaking floor boards i heard car doors Ran out with my gat and then I floored yours, I promise his niggas won't be healing Live by these words if you everyday dealing..Stay on your grind and getting fuckin feelings body count climbing higher going that distance , don't ever bring a sketchy partner in existence , if hes that sketchy he'll a disappearance, order after order caps getting split ,the last homie violated hit with a clip, he was a blood but banging with the crips, didn't take us long and we zipped his lips You can come in but this is my kitchen, whip up bricks like a family tradition, fucking with business better have commision ,If you come up short ya life could be the difference, you can tote straps ,but no statistics, sit back down with the rest of your bitches before you fuck around and end up with some stitchez

Hard ass beat filero had to of done it

out here in tijuana sent back from that lone star state by ice hahaha jammin bing lettin niggas now whats good out here

Hard

Love SPM

Just reach back to the City with that chop in My Trunk Won’t let a nigga get to close to me ,So why even have a pump

This is what them demons told me keep I in cant show that Cody. Smokin gas and smokin puffin dode. Ash tray full of all them stoges. Say he down but he be folding. Caught up in this life of sin gotta get it gotta win. Rocking out for any Ken family hatin but I'll still spin. Life is a gamble take a loss on a chin I've been struggling lately feel I gotta go win. The front the door was locked but I had to get in. Agression get out when you owe chicken. I said fuck all your nigga I ain't been switching. Had the strap in my hand but had to go hit em. Talking up to god life do he even feel him. Talking to god cause I just need some healing. Lately getting all this mail alotta money be billing. Now I'm thinking bout this cause it's the craziest feeling. Yeah my nigga 16 when somebody had killed em.

I add a public comment on them playas from ingrando but I aint talkn or snitchn like a hoe I rep the dam north pasco been blazng fire since fifth grade why you fucking withat bunk seed shit hit the dam north coast on the southside baby I got packs of that sticky fa sho

It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ash trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin' too much blunts Haters always gon' run they mouth And keep tryin' to take me out Mama always gonna worry herself And me I can't forget the pain I felt Even though I drive a new 6 double 0 They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?" I bought a club and they filled up with envy Now every body pissed cuz they can't get in free New enemies still poppin' up Throw away gats still chop 'em up I walk in and the whole club stands still More money more problems that's real This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." My little baby-girl just turned 6 I gave her the biggest room in my crib she gets what she wants so does her mama I don't think they know the value of a dollar fine-ass bitches all in my limosine I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline But my babies I miss my children To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco" And she doesn't understand when I gotta go Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit her Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest I can't make it to her piano practices When I was young my ol' man left us And I pray dat she won't be like I was This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

2019... Still jamming this

Spm la pura crema

When he streaks its a horrible story to tell ur friends n family had a cousin stuck at a stop light devil fuckin with his brain smoking his life away but i dont mean by the weed off the crack so i walked up to the truck he gone blood inside truck thinking someone killed him someone got him i ran to the feild with my gun scared asf heard screeming n shouting for help theres the devil layin on top of my primo three long nails crossin on his back i shot once twice three times never seen him again my primo dying cause he makin to many sends see what u get when u fuck around thinking ur the big bad wolf

That beat is mostly a sample from that old school song Friends, fat pat did a freestyle too Fat Pat -Friends Freestyle

Best rap in H- town

Thanks foo

mama trippen popz in prison I'm out here sellin and ridin flippin n sippin slowly I got so many enemies ready to box me but once I see em they always run they month so I jump on stage yellin fuck the radio n the five -o I stay in my grind don't worry mama I'll be okay I'll still be on these cold streets fuckin up these Boyz with the dope I cook n flip I don't sleep til I see tha sun six o clock time to go hit the showers n hit the road blowin on Maryjane my hoime done came thru with that first morning high so it's time to wreck chop on these Boyz sippin lean sitting sideways all candy red some of my famila crips n bloods they ask me I just say look at my eyes what color they is they said red n black well it's red hoime I stay true with my people but i don't bang but if anyone wanna get down they can I can too we can box anywhere I don't care yes I still go to school everyone but it's the Saturday night slayin til I see the sun hoime

2018 check-in

What's the beat called

Its nota bird or a plane Just me smokin mary jane My anger strong as Bane Spit it insane choppin' brains Til it's no remain foes all the same Hit em with the flame No richochet now what them heaters say Melons poppin' bodies droppin'. Cuz ain't none stoppin' Htown wettin' the floor Soon to be moppin' Fools claim they the best Until we start toppin' 4s hoppin' to hoochies jockin' Our styles problem child Never smiled though a lil wild Criminal since a juvenile Bump dj screw and you Should too See what that syrup do to you Over the cucuuuuu nest I flew Don't stop til my guns Turn ya body blue One to twelve man crew I be the thirteenth disciple All my niggaz pack rifles Infred beams aiming between Ya head shoulders Ya know it's over

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Crip

ptb 16-20-02

ptb 16-20-02