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prime - xanman lyrics

[verse]
arp with a scope, i ain’t f*ckin’ with bro ’cause he totin’ that ghost
i’ll leave all this sh*t for the birds like toast
i hop out the van like, “put me in coach”
african plug live on ivory coast
n*ggas get a hundred bags, still broke as a b*tch
big n*gga all black, it’s a solar eclipse
n*gga think sh*t cake ’til i’m rolling that ‘cris
curve a .762, it can go round a brick (hey shoot)
n*ggas still gettin’ drinks by the cases
drac’ shoot lightning, they callin’ me mavis
b*tch got a lil baby, i thought she was jayda
n*gga itching for a link, like i got scabies
the bullet got no name, so i had to engrave it
got a big ass dog, n*gga talkin’ bout “spay it”
shot cuz in the 90’s, hit his cuz and his pager
her lil cousin hot, seen the whole affadavit
that n*gga won’t shoot, ’cause he know i’m a gator
n*ggas p*ss like r. kelly when thеy get in danger
i’m a soldier with a drac’ likе n*gga we made it
stop playin’ me b*tch doing all that faking
i’ll walk with the stick lil n*gga i’m outrageous
n*gga said it didn’t cl!ck, where the f*ck was you aiming
walk down on a n*gga, get to hunting like kraven
i f*ck with that b*tch, ’cause she used to be gangster
hair long like rapunzel, entangled
i’m mad at my b*tch, i might cl!ck at a stranger
got a new diamond choker, she like gettin’ strangled
i do not make hold your wrist up music
i make hold your stick up music
i make in the trap, cook a brick up music
i make on the block with the stick tucked music
roll down the window, them n*ggas keep screamin’ “i’m hit”
i’ll backdoor my man i’m in a video with
if your man know me, he’ll k!ll for that rent
in the pot so long, amputated my wrist
still movin’ with a ski when i’m making a hit
i’ll whip out the sniff like that n*gga on hitch
i don’t pick sides i’ll beef with a k!ller or a prince
would you beef with a b*tch? i’ll blow her up
hold up, shoot, the bargaining not holding up
head up, this peezy keep f*cking my shoulder up
walk down, i’m at your door like gopuff
don’t f*ck with twelve, in the scat doing donuts
slam the plug on his ass, think i’m goldust
i ain’t shoot him, pulled his ass i’m a tow truck
all black, i walk down like i’m crona
miscommunication get n*ggas blown up
controller in my hand like i’m sending a drone up
rich fat n*gga, i’ma get this sh*t toned up
hop out that car with that muh’f*cking “hol’ what?”
carry weight to the hood, them n*ggas ’bout to go up, yeah
i’m in the trap and i pay all my dues
my shooter with dreads i call lil dude
arp am i rude, i’m back in my prime like the allspark cube
n*gga this chop got no safety, your lil ass gon’ lose
shoot eighty out the hundred, the new victor cruz
came home like i’m damon, the new terry crews
n*gga free all the men, they keep gettin’ accused
put a scope on my chop, now the vision improved
i’ll blow a n*gga up, elmer fudd cartoon
indian plug, got a drac’ that can shoot harpoons
i’m tryna catch four n*ggas, i’m the new dr. doom
a thirty to sniff, that’s all that i need, i’ll shoot off your head if you don’t take heed
i’m baggin’ my product, feel like ’09 weed
i’m movin’ that coke like the ’08 jeep
i’ll add a whole thirty like the ’07 beasley
in ’06 n*gga, i was playing with skis
’05 my father met the plug in tahiti
’04 my grandfather whipped out that peezy
i whip out that drac’ and chose his ass like a martini

- xanman lyrics

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