Search results for 'Band Elimination Filter'

Less Friends More Bands, Less Friends More Bands
I'm not too friendly enough securing the bag in the safe
Less Friends More Bands, Less Friends More

lies
Perfect  filters on 
We all all livin lies
Perfect  filters on 
We all all livin lies
Perfect  filters on 
We losing our mind 
When the cameras

followers
A million of one don't mean a million of the other one
It's ok throw a filter on it
Pain in you face throw a Band-Aid on it
Got you feeling like

Shawty fuckin bad in the V12
Fuck that feinin ass Ima see thru
She won't beat me there I won't let here
I'll just get a bag no more filters

Shawty

(bands)
Im also making you look good
Like im a body filter
(You know I'm making you look good)
Im not the type
That you can body nigga
I take these niggas

Told my dawg yes we can
We was on the road with sticks no drumline shit
Like one man band
Oil filter make it hit
You aint hear no diss when he hit

Elimination
Just took one hit
Now you faded
I’m like damn bitch
I took eighteen
Barely faded
Still can’t feel a fucking thing
But bitch Mack still got his dream

all my revenue with, it's here
My money is gonna be so damn large, for real
Talkin' rubber bands on a hunnit damn wads, for real
Bet it ima spend it

for God, I don't care about the bands
Repent for the kingdom of God is at hand

Somebody about to get triggered (Ayy)
I be dropping albums, no filter

worse on earth
So keep the spirits high
Someone's always trying to control your mind
Now the filter's open wide, so glide

Keep it Analog and Digital

nigga
I could understand why these hoes be bitter
On Snapchat you don’t even need no filter
And you talm bout baggage ion see no liter
Got her own bag

Never thought I'd say this
But this place, it was the greatest
Source of inspiration through the duration
Of the elimination
Everything intoxicating,

you from New Orleans
Twerk like you from New Orleans
Work like you from New Orleans
She ain't got no filter, she ain't got no filter filter
She

RichBadBoi
Make the cake
Am just tryna make a cake
Save all the bands, stack up for the rainy days
They thought i left, just getting started anyways

a Lil sprite
Pack ya Bags you finna spend the night
No I’m not Tyson but I beat it like mike
Yeah yeah yeah None of these niggas and I don’t need a filter

a distance
You cannot cover up with a filter
I just protect, what's mine and real
I just protect, what's mine and real
I spot the fake love from a distance
I'm

She lives at the end of the runway
Between landing gear oil
And rock and roll bands
Engines screaming in her head
She don't wallow in self pity
She's

the black ranger
Mighty Morphin, uh elimination of corpses
We can do the floor seats
I'm surely not the shortest oh no
Paper chasing this is pocket change
But

can't fuck with no snakes
Pull out them bands and I got 'em amazed
She'll fuck me for a new pair of J's
He try to flex, chopper eatin' his face
Take

Neidkultur getriggert
Chain am Hals am schimmern
Untouchable für immer
Share mein Life, no filter
Lese keine DMs mehr
Du kannst dafür in meine Emails sliden

a vibe all around me
Just don’t look at my bands while I’m counting
These bitches in the front
And you know who they came to see
Them shooters in the back

weed, Get High, High Life, No Band
High Life, No Band
Smoke weed, Get High, High Life, No Band
High Life, No Band
Emi like kinma fagbo pelu filter
Make i

flexin nigga,
 I revised my 360, I’m back to backin nigga,
 Catch em where they lackin nigga, 
Limelight I jacked the nigga, 
Elimination from lack

trash the place and gives no shit
Monkaman speaks for monkanation 
When I declare elimination 
On a past friend to full villain, ain’t shit
The hippie cow