ew! - xanakin skywok lyrics
[intro: xanakin skywok]
av with that drip, hoe
saber gang
[verse 1: sadfriendd]
been clockin’
let me punch in
shawty wanna eat up on my d*ck, get to munchin’
five thousand dollars on my wrist, pack a punchin’
different color diamonds like i bring captain crunch in
i*i get more cash than the register
y’all n*ggas p*ssy, y’all actin’ like predators
sweatin’ from me, are you scared of competitors?
insert this d*ck in her mouth ’cause i added her
ugh, she suck that d*ck ’til she throw up (yeah)
cry like a baby, that boy need to grow up (yeah)
i dropped my addy, that boy wouldn’t show up
now i popped a addy, i think i might throw up
yeah, i keep a pole on me if you really wanna [?]
run up on me, i’ma send a n*gga to the guiding light
feelin’ like jason, i catch your body on a friday night
i’ma stay up, i’m lurkin’, i’m watchin’ n*ggas likе it’s nick at nite
hi, uhm, i don’t like the way you movе, b*tch
bullets made a n*gga move, b*tch
sorry, but i’m in a mood, b*tch
uhm, be careful with your movement
ran up to the bank like i just hit a new l!ck
ran to the gun shop, just got a new stick
i ain’t playin’ passive, b*tch, i’m finna use this
i be sendin’ blasts, yeah, hit ’em with hadoukens
uhm, i don’t mean to flex but i feel c*cky
i just hit a point where these n*ggas can’t stop me
i punch in, i feel like rocky
red dots, i send on my glocky, haha
[verse 2: xanakin skywok]
yo’ b*tch on my d*ck, i scratch and sniff the way she sh*t
i told her easy on my b.b. simon belt then scr*ped her tints
my vv dipped, in*in*in clear white diamonds, they thin mints
i might tweak up, give her hiccups
wanna f*ck in her lips, i’m like: “ooh”
[?]
n*ggas wanna f*ck the b*tches, don’t lie (no)
n*ggas think they on, but they be on five
please don’t choose a nine*o*five (yo)
this glocky like jeff hardy
knockin’ yo’ sh*t like a cardi
yo’ b*tch a [?]
she naughty when she do a party
my d*ck went like: “ah*la*la*la*la*la, shawty”
h*llo, b*tch, ew
you smell like p*b*s
pop another xan then i f*ck her where she puke (ew)
yo (yo), yeah (yeah), f*ck her where she juice
diamonds sayin’: “h*llo, wow, bro, you playin’ my flu” (yaw)
[verse 3: yung kage]
the way she talkin’, she gon’ f*ck with me
that toolie stick [?] (pow, pow)
go and fl!ck her back, and i’ll break her back
i had a pair of b*tches, spend it all on a stick
so row with me (yeah), bustin’, b*tch
f*ck with me, f*ck it up (yeah)
talk sh*t, we tommy tuck
saber sh*t, we chop it up (boom)
flip it, then keep the xan throwin’ up (yeah)
sippin’ that lean and i’m geekin’ up (pow, pow)
she shake her ass more than [?] (boom)
f*ck, b*tch, like we ridin’, yeah, like (yeah)
[?] sh*t
yo’ b*tch, my clique (yeah)
whole team fire, b*tch
nah, n*gga, see you
[outro: xanakin skywok, sadfriendd, yung kage]
uhh, wait, who do you think is the best (no, no, no) on that song, dawg? f*ck
ay, f*ck it, no, we not doin’ this again
ahh, i don’t wanna be c*cky (bruh, please) or anything, but
n*gga, shut the f*ck up
[?]
i k!lled it, didn’t i, right? haha
no, it was me, duh, so f*ckin’ stupid
bro, on god, i had the best verse
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