The real instrumental is called life changes by relly made on YT. No need to thank me

@awesomethings6124

Жыл бұрын

​@@prod.jak3up yes it is bruh

Thx I needed this

2k21 baby

Fire

Sound like party girl instrumental

@oTSUKIo

3 жыл бұрын

that because party girl sampled this:)

@spidaman6816

3 жыл бұрын

fr that's what I noticed too

Yuhhh

🎶 nice guys always finish last but I’ve known that and you take my heart break into two halves. And I’m going on this lonely road knowing I ain’t going back🎶

@ynghorsee2925

2 жыл бұрын

wrong song mate

Hard

Like the piano

Remember when mom said sit down let's have a small talk, Wishing she could come back once for a long walk, Remember when dad custom made all this hot sauce, Fucked around got locked up with the keys tossed, If you think that you boil up my blood it's indeed frost, The hardest fight I ever had and I have not lost, All the friends I thought I had they have crossed. Why the realest niggas go through the most, Fighting too much don't like having foes, My heart is frozen this world is so cold, Stay true to myself and accomplish my goals, No matter what I go through I cannot fold, Rather die young than go through pain when I'm old, Living my life by stories that were told. Try to be an inspiration, With my bars and my creations, When I lost my mom devastation, I'm wishing I could cry to the whole nation, Use all the negative as motivation, I hope that success is in my destination, I'm done moving and I'm done rearranging, I was satisfied with being complacent, Had to to live in shelters in different locations, Just had to wait for a perfect placement, My mom is gone there is no replacement, Got that eviction because I couldn't pay shit, Always worried bout taxes and payments, But it could be worse I can't be complaining, When I feel the sunshine I remember when it was raining, All of my anger was bumping and raging, It was too many things engaging, Fuck all my family blame me for enraging.

Holy shit

No, no Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah Yo, yo, yo (RellyMade) Mmh, mh, mmh (oh yeah, no no) (Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga) (I ain't never gon' extend my hand) (oh, no no, no) Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga I ain't never gon' extend my hand If we two deep verse your whole block deep Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man Money gon' come like the money gon' go All these fake niggas started getting too close So I stay with my guys that been by my side 'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive New drip, had to pick up some sauce New kicks, I don't care what it cost Ruthless, I don't care who lost Stupid, I done turned to a boss And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win They don't wanna see the young boy win They don't wanna see a young boy win They don't wanna see a young boy win Where I come from there's a whole lot of gang shit As a youngin I just wanted to be famous Hopped in the booth to your screen, now we made it Other day I was recording in the basement Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship How you screamin', "Day one, " doin' fake shit? Nowadays bad bitches wanna taste it Pull up on the S, show love, that be gang shit And if they let me in the game, I'ma change it Ain't a lot of niggas say ever basic Pop it, I'ma stain, Balmains and some Bape shit Niggas see me, they ain't never gon' say shit Bustdown, ain't never gon' take this Money I got, lil' nigga, can't make this Countin' blue strips, broke niggas gon' hate this Mama so proud, I'ma take her on vacation I be goin' hard, remember used to starve Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard Going downtown, tryna steal a nigga car And if I call Tut he'll pull a nigga card I don't play the field no more without a hammer Brodie on the news, whole face on the camera Free all my day one niggas out the slammer Opp nigga told, black and white, he a panda Got me finna run up in his crib like I'm Santa All of this designer got me broads in Atlanta Honestly, I ain't playin' games no more And they been on my dick 'til my thing feel sore Bitch said I'm trash, shorty, change your drawers I ain't worried 'bout you, I ain't worried 'bout me I'ma still pop out with a fresh white tee With some retro J's and some fresh Nikes

Sing party girl lyrics to this.

Ruthless and partygirl SOUND THE SAMEE

おれの痛み元に戻らないけど 輝きたい 今も未来も 行く先々 言われる あいつがまたこーよ そんなのどうでもいいの 友達も減ったし 裏切る奴らも多い めんどくさい 絡みなど全部消し去りたい I don't give a fuckで先のことも

Been hustling, they called me a man Never failed to success thats haram She aint want none to do with me My lyrics all by heart, they with mean Been so low wasnt able to eat Was a loner used to get beat Now they allover asking for a feat From the streets to the stars, I've come so far, Rising above the scars, my light like a shooting star Street was your only light, didnt wanna be home When them folks fight Had no food, Had no goods Raised by em street dudes be asking how you behave so nice Bitch i been growing myself while i grind Was slowly dying so deep down every night But i found my way, through the fight of life My spirit reigns, as i rise above the strife From the streets, self-made kid, overcoming alone, to worldwide known, Through struggles I hid, my light brightly shown, never forbid Been hustling, they called me a man Never failed to success thats haram She aint want none to do with me My lyrics all by heart, they with mean Been so low wasnt able to eat Was a loner used to get beat Now they allover asking for a feat

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@surpass093

10 ай бұрын

0:43

Yo put the speed to 1.75

Quando mi parli parlami di soldi sai bene che parlo solo l'ibanese 4 secondi hai già i tappi alle orecchie perchè non rimani fedele al quartiere Mi ha chiamato bolli e mi ha detto vieni Prendo l aygo non mi muovo mai a piedi 20 minuti siamo nello studio quando esce il pezzo per te sono problemi God damn nella disco tek lui la stende sul tuo disco rap Siamo serrati in studio e ed in mezzo minuto Digito 3 barre tu copi da google

Se sei fake te non sei coi miei Fotto solo con le melody No drill uk Soldi no pain giran come bay blade La tua nuova chain l ho vista su shein Le mie rec hanno un nuovo suono Le tue racks le hai viste per sogno Pile di cash diranno chi sono Soldi a terra indicano il percorso Per ste racks salto car come blake La tua invidia la sento dal display Damian lillard la metto fade away La mia chain brilla come il logo di plein Come il logo di plein in rilievo sull abito Z8 se chiedi dove abito, passo in Messina a 200 son rapido prendo bolli siamo in studio in un attimo In studio in un attimo ho rime che sparano Come la glock che qua tengono all'angolo La tua bitch sta ballando sul tavolo E così cicciona che si spaccherà il tavolo

No, no Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah Yo, yo, yo (RellyMade) Mmh, mh, mmh (oh yeah, no no) (Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga) (I ain't never gon' extend my hand) (oh, no no, no) Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga I ain't never gon' extend my hand If we two deep verse your whole block deep Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man Money gon' come like the money gon' go All these fake niggas started getting too close So I stay with my guys that been by my side 'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive New drip, had to pick up some sauce New kicks, I don't care what it cost Ruthless, I don't care who lost Stupid, I done turned to a boss And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win They don't wanna see the young boy win They don't wanna see a young boy win They don't wanna see a young boy win

@vhs_ghost8479

3 жыл бұрын

Thanks lol