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orangutan freestyle! (prod. twiist) - xang lyrics

(verse 1)
ever since a youngin’ you know that i been bussin’
come up straight from nothing, i turned it right into something
say he want the smoke but he sweet like a m-ffin
and he won’t do sh-t, boy i know that he bluffin
he could try to run up on me and get popped real quick
imma drop real quick
with a glock real quick
he talk talk it all he want, boy stop that sh-t
you will not do sh-t
you get shot real quick

(verse 2)
like tell me where anyone asked yo -ss, uh
jimmy neutron, gotta blast
you promoting yo music, you know that’s trash, uh
got a .45 on my lap
and i let that sh-t shoot like a c-mshot
man he acting really fruity like k-mquat
said i caught his -ss slipping at the bus stop
thought i wasn’t gon k!ll him? huh must not, huh

you cannot f-ck with the circa
girl i’m sorry didn’t mean to hurt ya
do my dance on that hoe, bobby shmurda
didn’t mean what i said when i’m perced up
she gon’ eat on my d-ck i get slurpped up
take that b-tch to my house, lift her skirt up
like a sit up, that boy gon get worked up
we gon find where you stay you get searched up

(verse 3)
let the motherf-ckin’ choppa sang b-tch
dang b-tch, p-ssy hairy like orangutan b-tch, uh
and i make her wet like the rain b-tch
you was on some lame sh-t, never on the same sh-t huh
never take a b-tch to my momma house
ice in my wrist so cold, hadda thaw it out, huh
problems with a b-tch never saw it out
she don’t want me man, she just want all the clout huh

f-ck all these b-tches, they can’t get the rest of me
put my seed all on her buns like it’s sesame
saw what i did and get you keep on testing me
f-ck on a white hoe, i think her name bethany
maybe it’s stephanie
f-ck it, get 7 g’s
smoke him like a pound of weed
but i keep that tec on me
always got the red on me
don’t care what you said to me
gotta get the bread, the cheese
always got the feds on me

(verse 4)
aye
he thought i was chillin he want me to dap him up
before he knew it, i got to slappin up
pull out my d-ck witta gun like i’m boutta f-ck
pull down my pants and i tell that b-tch suck it up
pull up to yo house with a drake and i f-ck it up
i don’t got much else to say b-tch i’m done with ya
p-ss to my homies and let ‘em have fun with ya
stupid -ss b-tch, thought i was in love wit her

(outro)
i don’t love no b-tch tho, haha

- xang lyrics

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