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high noon - iamxios lyrics

high noon lyrics
[verse 1: iamxios]
i’m in the stu makin’ classics
while all of these lames talkin’ mad sh*t
i pull up on him with the tactics
he ain’t what he talk, watch him ran quick
toolie made that boy do a backflip
i’m all for the thrown, b*tch i grab it
i keep to my word, i ain’t backless
i paint with your blood on my canvas
when i pulled up, where’s that heat that you was talkin’ ’bout?
you and your clique ain’t on no sh*t
y’all like a wh0re house
b*tch send the addy, send the info
do not hold out
i beat this f*ck down to the earth and let him pour out
uh, i pop out with tools
posted in the whip with windows tint
i don’t follow rules
ever since a jit, i beat the bricks
knock him off his chin
they don’t f*ck with clique, can’t f*ck with them
always on my sh*t
poni roll a spliff
we smokin’ rifts

ay, yuh
[verse 2: poniboycurtis]
i just made 2k, then i spеnd it on a new jeans
this b*tch singin’ like rick jamеs
since the choppa got titties, i’m s*x in the city livin’
b*tches know my b*tches be pretty
and me and you n*ggas is greedy
i’m moving too fast
you can’t get in my lane when i’m speeding
pray to god, ’cause i may look like a demon
i told her i love her, but no i don’t mean it
wrists full of ice
so i skee on these n*ggas like hockey pucks
hop over n*ggas like hopscotch
or a kangaroo
jack got the automatic
life a movie, but no i don’t act (yuh)

what? yuh

she wanted to ride on the rocketship
tell her to ride till the rocket slips
blunt n*gga runnin’ yo pockets
subconscious
’cause i’m not the greatest apologist
i’m still knocking my sense into n*ggas
burn holes through his wallet
they said it’s his pocket shares
we making a profit
like jesus, i shuffle them
f*ck ’bout a d*mn metropolitan
tellin’ that n*gga forget it man
the corner was cold
it was chillin’ man
emotions, they flow in the wind
watch them go in the ceiling fan
praying god get me
like all of my wishes
your b*tch carry f*nny packs
mine got a glock and extended mag
grabbing death
now we got got like the minute men
scooby*doo watch them pull up in that mini van

- iamxios lyrics

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