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project x - meda dxn lyrics

my n*ggas they know that i turn up at shows
i been runnin up racks and been counting a lot
runnin too much i’m not talkin bout track
i be serving out crack to the feens from the lot
please do not test my gun and my vest
bl!cky got stress i might just let it off
boujee ass b*tch want the double class d*ck
d.p champagne she be popping it off
she eat the d*ck till she throw up
my n*gga banging he throwing em fours up
if you move wrong we gon slide like a cold cut
shout out my city you n*ggas they know us
i gotta switch on this b*tch c*ck it back hollows full clip
choppa gotta d*ck
super ‘stended clip
take a n*gga sh*t
switchs getting flipped
ribs is getting hit
four fifth leave him like a donut krispy kreme john wick
(krispy kreme john wick)
yeah my n*ggas on go
run up at a track
and wе rock out these shows
yo b*tch want my d*ck so she doing thе most
counting these bands
and i’m watching it flow
meda don crazy he let that b*tch blow
st. louis my city
314 on a roll
smoking that horace and ruru on bro
mbk steppin just letting you know
run up a bag
and you no i ain’t stunting
that p*ssy talk boring
so lil boy just stop fronting
call up k buckz
and he gon get to gunning
and no we ain’t running
when we see a opp
let that b*tch go
while we smoking on chrome
watch them bullet holes blow
right through his f*cking lot
said thats yo city
but they rocking with me
it’s crazy they want me to take yo d*mn spot
it’s crazy they want me to take yo d*mn spot
got choppas wit fifty’s you quick to get popped
st. louis my city been selling these rocks
getting this paper and watch that sh*t flop
getting this paper and watch that sh*t flop
we got the low pulling up he get dropped
said that he steppin but he cap a lot
call up k buckz he gon air out the spot
we got the low pulling up he get dropped
said that he steppin but he cap a lot
call up k buckz he gon air out the spot
my n*ggas they know that i turn up at shows
i been runnin up racks and been counting a lot
runnin too much i’m not talkin bout track
i be serving out crack to the feens from the lot
please do not test my gun and my vest
bl!cky got stress i might just let it off
boujee ass b*tch want the double class d*ck
d.p champagne she be popping it off
we counting money yeah we counting guap
bordens and benjis yeah we selling rock
came from the bottom now we at the top
we on a grind and we won’t ever stop
13 days call it project x
that hit was free cuz he wanted his neck
flipping and shipping to pay for the tec
he got hit up so move onto the next
first off let’s just make a bet
skrrt off in a h*llcat
naw b*tch this ain’t no f*cking vet
i could teach your ass the game and how to play
you won’t forget
but don’t get caught up
cuz you might drown and that’s the f*cking end
but don’t do it for show n*gga
nah this ain’t no f*cking trend
otr all night
got lean and sprite could say i’m trucking red
driving down k lane saw him posted talkin
wit all em feds
ain’t gon lie i am suprised
because i thought that boy was dead
project x fell thru
i got my crew and told em spin again
we tell ’em spin again
200 on da dash
we cashing checks
just no we drilling sh*t
(got kota by my left
buckz by my right)
ain’t scared to take a hit
i heard that diss he made
but he be capping
just another b*tch
luh shawty said she can’t f*ck with me
(just cause i play with sticks)
extensions with 100 drum
we slide through
finna hit a l!ck
it’s crazy how quick
they gon run
but typing through the screens and sh*t
(but typing through the screens and sh*t)
i know some n*ggas be k!llin sh*t
i know some n*ggas be drilling sh*t
i got n*ggas that don’t give a f*ck
jaycron caught a body up on a l!ck
godd*mn he just don’t give a sh*t
this sh*t just you’re dealing with
my n*ggas they know that i turn up at shows
i been runnin up racks and been counting a lot
runnin too much i’m not talkin bout track
i be serving out crack to the feens from the lot
please do not test my gun and my vest
bl!cky got stress i might just let it off
boujee ass b*tch want the double class d*ck
d.p champagne she be popping it off
she eat the d*ck till she throw up
my n*gga banging he throwing em fours up
if you move wrong we gon slide like a cold cut
shout out my city you n*ggas they know us
i gotta switch on this b*tch c*ck it back hollows full clip
choppa gotta d*ck
super ‘stended clip
take a n*gga sh*t
switchs getting flipped
ribs is getting hit
four fifth leave him like a donut krispy kreme john wick
(krispy kreme john wick)
we leave em dead nd then hop in da car
talk on da net
but these bullets go far
stay ducking reck
cause you no what we on
came from the bottom
now we living large
diss on da dead
all his homies alarmed
got a hit on my head
but b*tch im still unharmed
(got a hit on my head but b*tch im still unharmed)

- meda dxn lyrics

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