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big spenders - xanakin skywok lyrics

big spenders lyrics
[intro: xanakin skywok]
good lookin’, so refined
say, wouldn’t you like to know
what’s goin’ on in my mind?
so, let me get right to the point:
i don’t pop my cork for every guy i see
hey, big spender
spend (xanakin skywok, hehehe), a little time with me
man, yo’ chick just squirted like a bidet

[verse 1: xanakin skywok]
yo’ b*tch fold her back, no pretzel (yeah!)
suck on my d*ck, hit her dental
rub her pink just like a pencil (uh, uh, uh)
young n*ggas wanna flex like me, let’s go (oh)
oo, kimba, lamba, aya, ayy, yay
sh*sh*shake a big booty, girl, beyoncé (shake it!)
i don’t give a f*ck about n*ggas and what they wanna say, sh*t (ah, ah, ah)
hope that b*tch p*ssy tight ’cause shе asian

[verse 2: ssjishmael]
she gon’ suck me dry like a mothеrf*cking raisin (yeah)
hennessy and weed, what my body been craving (that’s right)
pink slips, new whips, time to start racing (skrrt)
your squad is really odd, so my choppa start erasing (b*tch)
you n*ggas really broke, i don’t think you understand (swerve)
yo’ b*tch f*ck with me ’cause she know i got a plan (uh*huh)
100k in one week ’cause we in high demand
b*tch, i’m on my bullsh*t like dennis rodman
[verse 3: xanakin skywok]
ooh, look at me grip them poles in twos (ooh)
look at me off them bars and shrooms (ooh)
baby girl, dip that back, no soup
oo, oo, oo, hoo
ayy, look at me stretch them pockets, yeah
i just f*cked a b*tch to nonsense, yeah (woah)
give a b*tch a bib, she nasty, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, woah (oh)
kinda want a b*tch like ashley, yeah
really want a b*tch like ashlynn, y*y*yeah
think i need a chick like lauren, woah (ooh), woah (ooh), woah (ooh), woah (ooh)

[verse 4: ssjishmael]
run it up, b*tter cup, i don’t give a f*ck (don’t)
lean feign, codeine, drowsy in my cup (cup)
sh*t get scary like fredo in the cut
free pooh shiesty, he shot a n*gga in the b*tt (hehehe)
shot a n*gga in the club (let’s go)
if i make 10k, i turn it to a dub
she don’t f*ck with you ’cause she know that you a scrub
n*gga scratching and itching like he motherf*cking bub
stomping on these n*ggas like they motherf*cking bugs
b*tch, i need my money, i ain’t asking for no hug (nah)
if a n*gga try me wrong, i turn him to a rug
need seven pounds, tryna turn into the plug (oo)
new loft apartment got me feeling so snug (oo)
tryna take what’s mine, gon’ greet you with a slug (oo)
tryna run up forty two like my name dugg
and these b*tches f*ckin’ stank, so i don’t want no love
[verse 5: xanakin skywok]
big booty b*tch from the ‘burbs, yes, sir (yes, sir)
n*ggas lift weights while i just speak words
she suckin’ my mustard and custard
so b*tch can be just heard
her kitty got a grip and purr
yo’ b*tch put my d*ck inside her lips (oh)
and gave you a kiss after that sh*t (oh)
panties spread just like a sandwich
vvs drip like a baptist (brr)
n*ggas all just sus’ as f*ck and act like they the sh*t
b*but chopper hit and rip your makeup off
and all my louis vuitton stays on

[outro: ssjishmael]
we get paid to do this sh*t
man, this sh*t kinda ass

- xanakin skywok lyrics

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