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badside - exxy! (ecstasy) lyrics

[chorus]
woah, bad b*tches get on my bad side (tyranno)
throwing it back on me, she tryna get lit, yeah she want her hands tied
ima just rock my shows, then wipe that boy nose, if he ain’t gon’ act right
ima just roll my dope, then roll me some more, to my get my third eyesight
uh, uh (f*ck that sh*t)
they don’t want me getting up
they don’t want me getting money
they don’t want me showing up (tryna show up b*tch)
uh, uh
pour all my feelings in cups
came home got me three of my buddies
and now we gon’ show them what’s up
[verse 1]
woah, she getting out of pocket ima send that b*tch back to the streets, like
woah, forgot now what was it, oh yeah, i got the receipts, like
woah, brand new sicko hoodie from new york, yeah from the streets, like
woah, diving in her p*ssy, michael phelps, no need to compete, like
uh, yeah, hop in the pit
jump like a fit, punk like a brit
uh yeah, sending a hit
got your girl, she been drinking my spit
uh, yeah, rollied her wrist
in the air, doing mile high sh*t
uh, yeah, meditating
when we land, she’ll be sucking the tip, uh

[chorus]
woah, bad b*tches get on my bad side
throwing it back on me, she tryna get lit, yeah she want her hands tied
ima just rock my shows, then wipe that boy nose, if he ain’t gon’ act right
ima just roll my dope, then roll me some more, to my get my third eyesight
uh, uh (f*ck that sh*t)
they don’t want me getting up
they don’t want me getting money
they don’t want me showing up (tryna show up b*tch)
uh, uh
pour all my feelings in cups
came home got me three of my buddies
and now we gon’ show them what’s up
[verse 2]
woah, yeah, money like shaq
first round pick, running the draft
woah yeah, booty so big
send me a pic, send me a snap
go back, back to the crib
lock your door, we gonna attack
bam, crack, smoking like stiiz
spin your block, victory lap
i put my money in gym
now it’s all blue faced
stacking up, stacking up more than her friends
now i’m in first place
i was all out there cutting loose ends
ain’t no tears on my face
gotta to keep running up, running up all of my checks
they will never be safe, nah

- exxy ecstasy lyrics

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