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xxx - king myers lyrics

[verse 1]
i got no filter no f-cks given
i got bars n-gg- f-ck prison
since a youngin i grew up sinnin
then i pray to god hope he f-ck wit me
on the road doing like a buck fifty
pushing limits like i’m clutch hittin’
hit the blunt and hit the stu, boy
have my hitters h-t ya crew, n-gg-
got my hitters on q boy, i’m like schoolboy but i’m a rudeboy
you the definition of a hoe, so i guess that make you a tool boy
look at me you see a nightmare, look at me lookin like franklins
have u eva seen a p-ssy face, xxxtentacion
this the moment everyone been waitin on, this far from hating boy u need a spanking boy
to the yard man we could take it boy, you ain’t gotta be jamaican boy
geneva hit me on the facetime, she told me sh-t i already knew
she said she wan’ let the world know, since you so afraid to tell the truth
i know some sh-t that you better do, i know some sh-t you should never do
you should never hit a girl, unless you hit her with the genitals
you a different kinda criminal, famous for domestic violence
my violence is intellectual, i’ll shine the light on ya ex for you

[hook]
heard you got a problem wit ya x b-tch
i could make your x chick my next b-tch
i could leave you wit the p-ssyface, p-ssyface
i could leave you yellin look at me! look at me!

heard you got a problem wit ya x b-tch
i could make your x chick my next b-tch
i could leave you wit the p-ssyface, p-ssyface
i could leave you yellin look at me! look at me! look at me

[verse 2]
if you want beef we could take it there, where i’m from there ain’t no way i’m playing fair
don’t give a f-ck about your situation, don’t give a f-ck about probation fam
i’m from new york but i’m worldwide
how you have fun while your girl cry
you know i’ma take your girl side
you know i could make your girl mine
i got mo’ bars, mo’ rain, mo’ hands, mo’ chains, mo’ guns
that mean more ks, more range, more sprayed, more stained, more pain
more knowledge mean more brain
i’m in the telly for a short stay
if you think you the top dawg, i could show you how the underdog play
my hitters pull up to your mom crib, they just might shoot through the door mayne
since y’all n-gg-s love that gun talk i’m like rick ross i give ’em gunplay
your ex lookin like a model, i’m tryna see her rip the runway
i’m on my way to the top dawg, skiiwalkin through the 4-way
you the typa n-gg- hit a girl, then call the cops from a throwaway
yeah the scars might’ve healed up but the mental pain never go away
n-gg- betta getcha mind right, any time is when the time right
sick and tired of these lemon -ss n-gg-s ending up in the lime light
ima show ’em how to grind right, ima show ’em what the mind like
when i get the mic i raise the crime rate, catch ’em while he got the blind site
make ’em disappear wit no prob’, vagabond like i’m a haitian
dropping bombs like i’m hussein b-tch, vamanos is my language
then it’s adios, adios

[hook]
heard you got a problem wit ya x b-tch
i could make your x chick my next b-tch
i could leave you wit the p-ssyface, p-ssyface
i could leave you yellin look at me! look at me!

heard you got a problem wit ya x b-tch
i could make your x chick my next b-tch
i could leave you wit the p-ssyface, p-ssyface
i could leave you yellin look at me! look at me! look at me!

- king myers lyrics

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