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getting jiggy with a rifle - xanaway lyrics

[intro]
if you n*ggas ain’t gon’ talk, we gon’ run up on your head
if you n*ggas ain’t gon’ talk, we gon’ run up on your head
treat your whole body as shot, b*tch im dancing with my*
treat your whole body as shot* (shot, shot, shot)

(im making friction with a snapback)

[chorus]
(hawk tuah)
if you n*ggas ain’t gon’ talk, we gon’ run up on your head
treat your whole body as shot, b*tch i’m dancing with my toolie
b*tch i’m dancing with my glock
i don’t rock out with no goofy n*ggas
you a f*cking opp
get it up
get it up
b*tch walk in with my cash
i made a thousand streams up in a week, yall n*ggas ass
and i know yall n*ggas stressed up in the crib yall n*ggas*
(stressed up, stressed up, stressed up)
stressed up in the crib yall n*ggas last
when i only [?] (no clue what this n*gga saying) you know i’m making cash
making cash, h*lla cash
the streets are h*lla clean
i be matching [vocal chops of doom] just what i wear just with my jeans
you know i just be dancing on these n*ggas
know i mean
please stop asking me for sh*t my n*gga, you a f*ckin’ fien (you a fien)
red dots, in his f*ckin’ sh*t, ima beat yo ass
red dots, in his f*ckin’ sh*t, ima beat yo ass
(red red red) dots in his f*ckin’ sh*t ima beat yo ass*
this f*ckin glock is dense
i don’t give a f*ck you n*ggas shouldn’t be talking
you a b*tch
ima put yo ass up in a grave and put you in a ditch (in a ditch, in a)
if you n*ggas ain’t gon’ talk, we gon’ run up on your head
treat your whole body as shot, b*tch i’m dancing with my toolie
b*tch i’m dancing with my glock
i don’t rock out with no goofy n*ggas
you a f*cking opp
get it up
get it up
b*tch walk in with my cash
i made a thousand streams up in a week, yall n*ggas ass
i know yall n*ggas stressed up in the crib yall n*ggas*
(stressed up, stressed up, stressed up)
stressed up in the crib yall n*ggas last
when i only [?] (no clue what this n*gga saying) you know i’m making cash
making cash, h*lla cash
the streets are h*lla clean
i be matching [vocal chops of doom] just what i wear just with my jeans
you know i just be dancing on these n*ggas
know i mean
please stop asking me for sh*t my n*gga, you a f*ckin’ fien (you a fien)
red dots, in his f*ckin’ sh*t, ima beat yo ass
red dots, in his f*ckin’ sh*t, ima beat*
(red red red) dots in his f*ckin’ sh*t ima beat yo ass
this f*ckin glock is dense
i don’t give a f*ck you n*ggas shouldn’t be talking
you a b*tch
ima put yo ass up in a grave and put you in a ditch
(you gotta give em’ that hawk tuah, and spit on that thang)

- xanaway lyrics

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