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This beat makes me want to rob my own house.

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Nice, You did an incredible job, do you know who produced the original song? sounds like Dr. Dre or Dem Jointz

Post the location, bae, don't let these goofy scare you I'll rinse my whole clip before I let them get near you You know her head screwed on, so she ain't droppin' her lo' But I'm a man, I can't have my bitch think I'm a hoe Yo, you ever heard a sayin' called "Dyin' for nyash"? That's why I put bine in my mash A little hooker tried to line me, ended up gettin' **** I done two months in jail, and came home, I was gassed What's poppin', bring me shoppin' if you're spreadin' your lеgs Do it often if you're sloppin' when you'rе givin' me head She think she's choppin', if I'm choppin', then that's payin' for sex You're an escort, baby, nothing more, nothing less Finally Ferrari made a truck Gettin' bored of the Urus, heard that it's a level up They want a verse, if it ain't a sixty, I ain't gettin' up Pussy lips tucked, I think that's cute as fuck I love gyal, I love guns, I love fuckin' baby mums Keep playin' stupid games until I kill your loved ones I love weed, I love cars, and I love Nicki Minaj I shoot niggas, bae, this ain't a façade I love watches, love weed, love runnin' my gums Keep playin' stupid games 'til I run in your drum They used to say I love jail, 'cause I was huggin' the yard I'm really livin' this, it's not a façade [Verse 2: Potter Payper] Stepped in the places and I'm reekin' of weed Man popped corn, I can't leave the machine And my little bro will take one for the team Let me see you outside, brother, don't make a scene I drink Henny from the bottle, baby, I don't drink lean She told me fuck her like a pornstar martin' I was lock up, all squash up, livin' like sardine Now I want sixty a verse, cah man a Slumdog I swear I was doin' bird before my balls dropped Now I got rappers baby mothers in my call logs And when you're this on, you can never fall off And if it's that pussy, you can take your drawers off [Chorus: Digga D & Potter Payper] I love gyal, I love guns, I love fuckin' baby mums Keep playin' stupid games until I kill your loved ones I love weed, I love cars, and I love Nicki Minaj I shoot niggas, bae, this ain't a façade I love watches, love weed, love runnin' my gums Keep playin' stupid games 'til I run in your drum They used to say I love jail, 'cause I was huggin' the yard I'm really livin' this, it's not a façade I ain't flyin' with a hundred dogs (No) Fashion week, me and Twead, no security or entourage Yo, my last time in France, I checked it out, I spent a hundred large Within six months, I spent thirty K on rental cars When there's a drought, you know the price is gettin' higher Christmas times, you know I'm gettin' richer like Mariah I babysit my baby nine, don't ever doubt my fire Threw his toys out the pram and got bined up Yo, let's talk about the elephant, I'm young and in my element Mix codeine with Phenergan on Highstreet, Kensington Mountain Dew, Volvic too, I beg you get me ten of them Go get me ten of them I buy you shoes, I buy you bags, bae, I'll pay for your nails Shoppin' sprees, ain't checkin' tags, I pay for everyone else If you're flyin' with your friends, then I'll pay for your girls Philadelphia ain't big enough, let's travel the world [Chorus: Digga D] I love gyal, I love guns, I love fuckin' baby mums Keep playin' stupid games until I kill your loved ones I love weed, I love cars, and I love Nicki Minaj I shoot niggas, bae, this ain't a façade I love gyal, I love guns, I love fuckin' baby mums Keep playin' stupid games until I kill your loved ones I love weed, I love cars, and I love Nicki Minaj I shoot niggas, bae, this ain't a façade

where can i find the beat?

excellent work good job

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what software did u use to make this? fl, logic etc.?

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wait this reproduced??, YOU SNAPPED MY GUY🔥🔥

Where can I buy this? Also why is copyrighter? The song has the copywright to does't have the same instrumental

I think it's change, I fear I said I wouldn't change, but change is here Businessman, now I change career I level up, then I go change the gear So fuck a rainy day, I've got money saved for rainy years But still don't get me upset 'cause I change your face With my crazy mates that can't wait to change the plates Yeah, I came from estates to a place with gates Where I was needing the change, but there's no change to make And if it don't go 160, that's not my car Before songs, trappers knew my number off by heart And rest in peace to Virgil, I still Off-White hard When you grind how I grind, it's a matter of time, it's not by chance They got a team but no, it's not like ours Got the game on lock with my bars like all I drop's bicarb' You ever sat down in prison, gettin' letters from a hoe that you don't even know? Tellin' her to spray a little perfume on the envelope so you can get a smell of rose The little bros love to shoot, so I don't ever tell 'em, "Go" But they need it and I got it, then I won't ever tell 'em, "No" I know who killed shh, but I won't never tell a soul, yeah Made a million off my telephone And made a couple more million pound out here sellin' shows, yo And even though the opp block is so very close For them boys to see me, they need to get them a telescope All them chances I took just for the bread For them to turn around and give me racks, just for my breath I got paid, then the pain started to trouble me less It's either that or when my brother put your brother to rest Hustling pebs, tryna make it out till nothin' is left And go again and again 'til we run into feds I don't wear bras, but my chest, it's a double VS I'm tired of jewellery though, it's time to fuckin' invest I'm talkin' mortgages, it's got me shoppin' for rugs and ornaments This ain't no rap, you know it's facts when I'm talkin' this You're talkin' straps, I had more semis than them tournaments Young nigga tryna reach to the final, check him Oh, you're the type of prick to beg a bitch to stay? I'm the type to spend 20 gibs, on any given day Chasin' money out in many different ways 'Til I'm dead and in the grave That's the only time that Freddy will behave Even your daughter's mum knows you're out here talkin' a lie All them jewels that I buy, know it's more for the hype And know I bought my daughters' house before I bought any bike And caught a lot of yutes lackin' before I caught any flight, check it My dad did in Feltham, taught me to fight No phones in there, gotta talk through the pipe Now I talk through the mic Where you lose your shoes if you're awkward and shy Where I'm from, the pussies lose, only the scorer survive Remember times I felt poor in my life, now I'm ten times more than alright Thank the Lord in the light Now I'm on Lord of the mic My young boys ride around with their swords on a bike ting Swap that bike for a horse and they'll look more like a Viking I've got loud little white tings That fly so much, their skin's browner than my thing They might be hard, but that shit ain't soundin' like my ting Blowin' clouds, but you know that there's no cloud up in my bling And never try lookin' at my worth on the 'net 'Cause Google don't know who I serve or how much work that I get Yeah, I knew my life, see a change when I didn't wanna jerk the connect And I much rather prefer the respect Still I never use a cashpoint, you should know it isn't that They get a room prepared for me when I go into the bank, yo And even though I'm out here, still tryna work the block I'm gettin' 80 for a verse, my breath's worth a lot When I want a girl from the States, I just fly them in He's hidin', flyin' 'cause he knows we're tryna find on him I'm tryna find where you record and leave you lyin' in that studio you're lyin' in Their burners ain't firin' When my diamonds shinin', they can't help but be admirin' When I got a show, know I can't help but bring the fire in All that talk's the same reason - had a funeral They can't diss me in the streets, gee, it's only in the musical

Love it bro...you need to drop some heavy bass lines in there

bro i made a song with this beat, im from phillipines🇵🇭 wanna hear it?

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blud take official instrumental out ur title ur not keyzz, the melody isn't even in the right key g

It's basically the end looped with a whole missing bar

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Nie ma co bezczynnie siedzieć Trzeba Piąć się do góry. Muzyka odzwierciedla mnie. Dzięki niej dzięki niej dzięki niej Dzięki tej muzyce .Wiem Że żyje

Wkurwia mnie Pewnych Zachowanie.fatalic te sytuację ..aaaahh Wtedy wpadam W Wariację Przez Konflikt zdarzeń. Ciach bywa przypał Dostaję nóż . w serce Ehh Nie chce Takich nieprzyjemności Co Dostarcza Nerwy w Tonach. Jl

To Tor .odpowiedni na którym się Utrzymam. Co by tu nie było Jak by się miało skończyć Zawsze Mam To w głowie Że muszę Do celu darzyć Do sukcesu dążę Jak Się Pokazać to Na Terenie ma być Hardkor Przypał Biorę na Bary Mierze Swój Talent W Dobrej jakości. Jestem zawsze sobą I omijam fałszywości Masz tu gwarancję w dobrej jakości Bez litości .to branża wartości Kocham

Rapy elo. Rp moja nadzieją

Czasem nie ma hajsu Nie ma do kogo się odezwać po pomoc Każdy wtedy jest jak cos jest na rzeczy Chuj jebany,Wyciskac chce cb. Pieniędzy

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Tutaj Rapy i Podwórka Hajs zarabiają. Na szczyt wbijają branży Patrz jak się Z kurwami tańczy Rp w tej nie równej walcr

Cool cool you can make the instrumental of "Lock And Load" by MNDR and Killer Mike from The Lab?

what bpm is it? and do you have a sample?

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Free for Spotify?

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