Відео

Bro I want buy beat

I’m black and gay

You dicks less then a right angle Your heads shaped like a triangle You try to flex, but your life’s in shambles All that talk, but you’re easy to dismantle You thought you could handle, but you fumble the bag Always tryna front, but your whole life’s a drag Caught you slipping, now your reputation’s bruised You in denial, but the truth can’t be refused You fake it till you make it, but you still ain’t real Suck my dick, ask your mom how it feels Knocked his ass the first time Now you coming back for more slime Served him out like I was giving time They saying you got crazy rhymes Lemme spill the life of Jay From birth to 14 years of age He’s was born by 2 gays 5 years old he was molested by his Uncle Tom Now he’s raging at me cause I did his mom I’ll drop this diss on him like fucking bom Still riding dick but he went from me jitin Your trying so hard to fit in But you can’t cause your so black But that’s good cos at night he never lack You keep on dissing, so it’s my turn to attack You think I’m lying but your mom knows it’s a fact boys your my homie, he day 1 brother But I still did his mother Lemme tell you hown I did it I was one late night, me and jit lit Hers was really shallow, couldn’t really fit it Shashwat me and Suhaan, but I went first So I Slowly took off her shirt Gave her a new baby she gonna have to birth She told me “alps daddy stop it’s hurts” Then went Suhaan she gave him head New baby cos her old one was sped And once I’m down with him, he gonna be dead Last but not least it was Shashwat But he ain’t even trolling, he went for the gyat Then his dad came through He saw us eating his food But he was in a good mood So he joined and took a few nudes 1 language cant describe how ugly you are Maybe 2 languages will fit the bar Mirarte me hace quedar ciego How you black but act like Olivia Rodrigo Me recuerdas a un pez globo Your fat do nothing sit around like a hobo It feels like every other day I have to bring you down I beat you so many times, I earnt my crown So get on your knees before I put you in the ground WildcatK, Dripdrop get fucked by a real hound Yuh yuh yuh yuh Im the lighting your the thunder I’m checkmate your the blunder I did this once, already put you under I pull up to your body and plundered Like a vulture eating your carcass I don’t feel pity, I’m heartless Sold your people on the market Easy shot, you a big target

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Who using this to make gay remixes tho

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Sign Up Shotta Flow NLE Choppa Lyrics About Tracklist Comments Serving as the emerging Memphis rapper’s official solo debut, “Shotta Flow” emphasizes NLE… Read More 1 1.5M 242 75 See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists Translations Shotta Flow Lyrics [Intro] I wish everything I touch would turn to gold NLE, you heard me? Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me? We finna talk our shit, you heard me? YNR (Yeah) Midas got a jugg, ayy (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit, I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a ho Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point a finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop it In a shootout, your gun was droppin' You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard My niggas, they scammin', they swipin' them cards I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me Chopper got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe? Gon' get an F if a nigga try testin' me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him So many bullets, it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack' We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas I'm sticked up like a blind man I'm super hot like a frying pan He say that he gon' take somethin' from me Ayy, just know, he lyin', man I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple And if a nigga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50 Brand new chopper got double-D titties Nigga, don't play me, I don't get silly Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah

Sign Up Shotta Flow NLE Choppa Lyrics About Tracklist Comments Serving as the emerging Memphis rapper’s official solo debut, “Shotta Flow” emphasizes NLE… Read More 1 1.5M 242 75 See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists Translations Shotta Flow Lyrics [Intro] I wish everything I touch would turn to gold NLE, you heard me? Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me? We finna talk our shit, you heard me? YNR (Yeah) Midas got a jugg, ayy (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit, I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a ho Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point a finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop it In a shootout, your gun was droppin' You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard My niggas, they scammin', they swipin' them cards I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me Chopper got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe? Gon' get an F if a nigga try testin' me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him So many bullets, it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack' We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas I'm sticked up like a blind man I'm super hot like a frying pan He say that he gon' take somethin' from me Ayy, just know, he lyin', man I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple And if a nigga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50 Brand new chopper got double-D titties Nigga, don't play me, I don't get silly Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah

This aint loking good for yoy carter no its not its not this diss track boutta go tripple platiunum im aiming for your neckk im aiming for all heads CARTERRRRRR

Dear thomas carter you suck carter your a circle running around with no end, thinking is so rigid it don't even bend, carter only moves is in a rigid motion ankles so dry that boy need some lotion. Carter your skewed always off track, Just like your hairline it needs a protractor back, carter check your compass, lil bro, you're off the map,your forehead so big the lines overlap In this geometric battle you are weak, you think your in shape but your really just a ape 🦧 Carter looking shakey just like your rap, you cant bisect your rhymes, your lines don't stack. why you so lazy, you always in the back ignoring the class, dodging the fact in basic geometry you are whack. Carter so old his hairline been receding sense 1947 Carter so old he met Abe Lincoln He so old he was having dinner with Karol Malone Carter a square i hope yk im your worst nightmare, im climbing the stairs i hope you can see me there. I caught you and gilbert in triangle town, im about to step up and make you frown, don't ever let me catch you on this side of town. Im the theorem that you cant prove, you wanna be just like me fool. Parallel bars yeah im running the streets, while your alternate interior is facing defeat. Im in the radius of victory, perfectly defined, yeah carter im leaving you behind. Carter get off your chair go grab your geometric tools, look at the way i just embarrassed this fool

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No me junto con bobos ni con dobles vidas. Los fajos hasta el menos loco delira. Un golpe de suerte y cambia tu vida. Como no me toco, me toca la chibnga. Nigga, diga. Estan todos listos hoy toco fondo, se viene subida. La musica la mente me domina y las mujeres pendiente a mi salida

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit, I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a hoe Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it In a shoot out, your gun was droppin' You really a fraud You cannot stomp on his yard My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards I am so high that I'm talking' to stars I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe? Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party 50 deep, nun' but my shotta Nigga tried me, so you know I had to pop him So many bullets, it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back 3.5 rolled up in the cack We don't smoke Reggie, this shit called gas I'm sticked up, like a blind man I'm super hot, like a frying pan He said that he gon' take some from me Ayy, just know, he lyin' man I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple And if a nigga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50 Brand new choppa got double d titties Niggas don't play me, I don't get silly Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah Bitch! Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah) Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh) (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Ayy Tay, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Keep all that, yeah, yeah (Up from my hip, yeah)

Nle choppa 🆚 B

Nle choppa is the 🐐 at rapping

This is so fire 🔥

Blue faces baby ye yeyeyeyee

guardami adesso giuro al più presto che dirò stop alla guerra che ho dentro contro di me fai paracadutismo si però senza l'equipaggiamento c'è un nuovo rapper fai l'aggiornamento sono online pure con il cell spento il tuo ventre lo sventrato cola il sangue e io mi ci disseto yeah yeah il mio flow che ti shotta e sei morto registrò da dentro a una grotta roma ad agosto non è un bel posto la parola del chcioria à scuola va male, a casa va male fare il rap spero sia una svolta giuro se c'è conve sopra questo beat rime scendon come pioggia

Sinceramente Lino olha pra mim 🫵

Barreto você é um dos príncipes do flow nego

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macreroni lookokoin

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Yeah yeah yeah I am a killer yeah hold on I'ma leave a nigga dead leave a nigga bleeding same color as bhad bhabie hair yeah Im crazy she suck me up make me lazy these nigga softer than flowers huh I call em daisies diamonds in my mouth and my neck cost me a 100 I get the money you know b lou stunnin I get the money counting em hundreds I'm with bhad bhabie you know we fuckin

Is this free to use

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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I hit the show and you know that I rock it I keep a Glock right in my pocket Shorty got ass, it move like a rocket She hit me first, I had to sock it I hit it once then I had to dash I hit it twice I turned to the Flash (Gang) Diamonds on me, I got cash Money on me i got a stash Glock 19 and you know that its fast Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Glock 19 and you know that its fast pull up on me you know im finna blast I got my homies you know we aint last I got some tissue we wipe his ass When i be ballin you know that i splash

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[Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a ho Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it In a shoot out your gun was droppin' You really a fraud [Verse 2] You cannot stomp on his yard My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards I am so high that I'm talking' to stars I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe? Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him So many bullets it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back 3.5 rolled up in the cack We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas I'm sticked up, like a blind man I'm super hot, like a frying pan He said that he gon' take some from me Ayy, just know, he lyin' man I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50 Brand new choppa got double d titties Niggas don't play me I don't get silly Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah [Bridge] Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli [Verse 3] I might just OD, percs killin' me slowly Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me If you wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah Bitch! [Outro] (Like I'm Toby, yeah) Finna ad-lib, eep all that (Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh) (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Ayy Tay, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Keep all that, yeah, yeah (Up from my hip, yeah)

i am going to illegally download this and use it on a shitty song for my soundcloud

Came here for Cashout Ace

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never let your autistic friend rap on this best 🤦‍♂️

this can't be the official instrumental

(Official instrumental) Very obviously not an official instrumental lol

This beat almost reminds me of the beginning of every SpongeBob episoe

I am a menence grabbing up chain like they pendants sock you 8n the face and have ur whole head dented say whatta and if I said it then I meant it well spray up ur house if ur said it hit a quick fade why u legging I got jumped when I was like eleven and u wanna call ur self a veteran well I got plans for u look me in the eyes and I can see through time to see what these rhyming types do and yes I like ride bike to 125 but run over you at the lights and the cops are to let me chuck that U they how we are and how we we specialise in the 112 -jake kennett 9 November 2022

Can me use that for record please ?

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can i use that for my song

God bless you all , Jesus loves you all only he can save u repent and turn from your sins and accept Jesus as Lord and saviour and will be saved. He is the only way to eternal life in heaven once you pass away its too late . ❤✝️🙌 ....

Shotta Flow Recorded: March 2019 Released: November 8, 2019

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Beat so simple

I am a meanie keep a rachent I tendis

EVERY THING I TOUCH WILL TOUCH TO GOLD

I wish everything I touch would turn to gold NLE, you heard me Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta Baby Mexico shotta We finna talk our shit, you heard me Why not? Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit, I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a hoe Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it In a shoot out, your gun was droppin' You really a fraud You cannot stomp on his yard My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards I am so high that I'm talking' to stars I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe? Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party 50 deep, nun' but my shotta Nigga tried me, so you know I had to pop him So many bullets, it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back 3.5 rolled up in the cack We don't smoke Reggie, this shit called gas I'm sticked up, like a blind man I'm super hot, like a frying pan He said that he gon' take some from me Ayy, just know, he lyin' man I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple And if a nigga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50 Brand new choppa got double d titties Niggas don't play me, I don't get silly Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah Bitch! Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah) Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh) (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Ayy Tay, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Keep all that, yeah, yeah (Up from my hip, yeah)

Xavier Garza 3 months ago I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a hoe Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money? I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it In a shoot out yo' gun was droppin' You really a hoe You pull up, I let that bitch blow And just like some tissue, we wipin' yo nose I was on stage with the strap at my show If you playin' my bro, put a tag on yo' toe Run a nigga up, send 'em straight to the doctor Two bullets in his chest make a fuck nigga holla I'm a big dog, Great Dane, nigga, you a toddler Bitch nigga, you my son so they make me a father I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a hoe (Huh?) Blueface, baby Yeah, yeah, aight Bitch, I'm a Loc, MAC with the scope I am big homie, one phone call they go Pick the wrong side, Glock put him court side Now he watchin' this shoot from the flo' Ooh, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, let me switch the flow Choppa got a choppa, make a wrong move, bet he pop ya'