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rr - maddøxxx lyrics

[intro: maddøxxx]
huh
been off the xans, now i can’t feel my face
[?]
huh, woah

[verse 1: maddøxxx]
you get that feature for free, run up the racks, ima stack up my team
sippin’, i’m sippin’ on lean, runnin’ up on you, all you see is a beam
came up with stars on my wrist, came in, i came in, im sippin’ on tris
i ain’t gon trip, ima sit back and sit, brodie came in with a motherf*ckin’ stick
bet ima f*ck up the ricks, i’m finna be really rich
i cannot f*ck with a b*tch, i cannot f*ck with a snitch
heh, heh, aye
he swim with the fishes, now what you gon’ do
you ain’t got that hot, boy you ain’t finna shoot
i was geeked off the drugs, i was stuck in a loop
now im just runnin’ sh*t straight to the loot
been off the xans, now i can’t feel my face (ah)

[verse 2: ohsmithhh]
he talkin’ sh*t, get met with a ray (ha)
yeah, we in an i8, f*ck is a honda?
lil’ bro talk sh*t, make him beg for his mama
i cannot f*ck with all this drama
it do not matter though, turn to a freak now she beggin’ for more
b*tch got mе f*cked up, she gon’ have to go
i’m hittin’ all thеse hoes from the back, like woah
ima go get it, i don’t care about these bands
he was talkin’ down, so you know i met him with my hands
i don’t wanna f*ck yo b*tch, i just wanna f*ck her friends
my twizz is a hitter so don’t try sh*t if he get yo mans
[verse 3: f*cknxte]
so i got a choppa, knock down with a hunnid some rounds
puttin’ the red dot on his nose and we makin’ him look like a clown
b*tch always b*tchin’, i ain’t playin’ around
we in the cullinan, we ain’t makin’ a sound
we doin’ them shots, [?]
yeah i’m lovin’ these shots, yeah, i’m lovin’ 8 rounds
no i’m not playin’ round, ima leave him on the ground
lookin’ like 4th of july in this town
lil’ boy p*ssed, i ain’t playin’ around
[?], .223
got a hunnid’ choppas, got a hunnid’ rounds with me
b*tch wanna f*ck with me, you cannot f*ck with the king
sorry lil’ baby you [?] for me
[?] for me
smokin’ the kush and i feel like the moon
up in new york but i’m higher than you
b*tch be textin’, “what is the move?”
sorry lil’ baby, who is you?

- maddoxxx lyrics

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