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pearl harbor freestyle - xatokai lyrics

[intro]
(jhux)

[verse 1: xatokai]
all red, [?] speedin’ down the highway, you can’t get in the back
shawty ridin’ front seat, smokin’ loud pack, i tell her that, “i get attached.”
diamond cartier, just for the vision, don’t make the decisions, i’m all about gettin’ my racks
never f*ckin’ lack, always keep a mac 10, [?] finna break her back
shawty said she love me, don’t love me, lil’ baby you was just a snack
no don’t f*ckin’ touch me, if you wasn’t gon’ through and f*ck me, get back
you cool with my opp, put you in a pack, i’m cool with your girl and she suckin’ my sack
i don’t want no problem, i just want a stack
all red [?] paintin’ it black
she’s suckin’ me up, while we inside the tub
remember these n*ggas ain’t show me no love?
now we gettin’ money, while they stayin’ scrubs
[?] feel like a glove
i’m happy, [?] don’t think you can get in the club
if we ain’t talkin’ money, you know i’m a dub
[verse 2: eddison]
yeah, yeah
[?] (what, what)
sippin’ on saints row (what, what)
you sippin’ lean that’s stretched (what, what)
i know you sipping a karo (what, what)
sippin’ a deuce right now (what, what), i don’t got sh*t else to do right now (what, what)
i’m with your boo right now, in the coupe right now, sippin’ goop right now (what, what, what, what, what, what)
i get too much bank roll (wah)
b*tch, i feel like jeff bezos (wah)
we sippin’ on a new wock
whole gang on go, like diego
both my pockets full of knots
you get no guap, [?]
[?] cream soda faygo
[?]
(woo, what, what)
we turn in the pack to mail (what, what, woo)
i’m a money whale (what, what)
and i put that sh*t on god, we gon’ send his ass to god (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
all these n*ggas broke on god, they [?]
look at my cup, look at my cup, look at my cup, its full of wock (what, what)
sippin’ wock, sippin’ wock (b*tch)
sippin’ on mgp, i’m f*ckin’ on your thot (b*tch)
i put this money on new balenci’ on me, it’s covered in polkadots (b*tch)
that b*tch know i love my saint laurent, murakami god
i’m a murakami god, i love my chrome and all my [?]
squeaky clean they call me neo
[?] i need some dior (what)
why the f*ck i need a deal? (what)
b*tch, i’m rich as f*ck without one, i’m like, “b*tch, f*ck a deal!”
i turn that b*tch into a meal and she gon’ f*ck me if she real (what, what, what, what)
and she wet like she got gills (what, what)
we hop in gates, i feel like bill (what, what)
don’t care what you say, don’t care how you.. feel (b*tch)
i could buy the whole ass store b*tch, why the f*ck would i steal? (what)
yeah, b*tch, i’m rich (what)
b*tch and that’s fo’ real (what, what)
my pockets expensive, i could sell it and make a mill’ (what)
yeah, big double d, this lean i milk (b*tch, b*tch)
gang, gang, gang*gang

- xatokai lyrics

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