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​im like why - ​xaviersobased lyrics

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[intro]
(過去の自分と向き合う)
(4, 4, 4, 4)
gang, gang, gang

[verse 1]
b*tch tryna plot, then a b*tch might die
i look around ‘fore i hop in the ride
pull up with sticks, yeah we pull up with fire
i love a bad b*tch with thick thighs
and i like when them titties poke out the sides
yeah, i’m coolin’ with my man’s outside
i’m finna walk on that block wit’ the nine
yeah we bumping out n*gga, don’t run
hate when i shoot this, it’s gon’ jump
tell these n*ggas watch out, man these n*ggas my sons
yeah, they copy me ’cause they ain’t know none
this b*tch fall in love like wonton soup
skrt off the lot after i dropped the*
skrt off the lot after i dropped the roof
and im out in cali, smokin’ on zoot
b*tches on my d*ck, hoppin’ in the coupe
b*tches on my d*ck when i hop out the coupe

[verse 2]
tch, huh, yeah, b*tch on my d*ck and she loose with the knock
n*ggas talk crazy, we send them to gods
n*ggas talk crazy, my n*ggas gon’ pop you
you goin’ through whatever, my n*gga you flodgin
you was 1c, yeah, n*gga was poppin’?
lil’ n*gga you ain’t flexin’ n*gga stop it
lil’ n*ggas try run down, n*gga we flock
gang, gang
lil’ n*ggas try run down, n*gga we flocking
yeah, we keep knock on the hip
if it go down, take that sh*t to the chest
they wanna come, my n*ggas gon’ spin
they wanna come, my n*ggas gon’ spin
yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 3]
this b*tch tryna f*ck, this b*tch—
this b*tch tryna f*ck, this b*tch want s*x
if a b*tch bad, i could f*ck her all night
smokin’ on a blunt, i don’t sip dirty sprite
copped me a zip, i’ll be alright
copped me a zip, yeah, i feel fly
all night, trap all night
on a ride, baby, take me on a ride
on the rise, yeah, 1c, we on the rise

[verse 4]
yeah, why? baby, i’m like why?
finna take a hit up out the spliff, head to the sky
if i got the pogo on me, n*ggas gettin’ slided
yeah, buck 50 n*gga get yo face slashed on the side
tryna get f*cked, pull them panties to the side
to the side, pull ’em to the side
caught that n*gga at that show, put that n*gga to the side
talkin’ bout none of this, i’m hurting, no, i can’t decide
i picked up some prada yeah, four straps on my side
yeah, four straps on my side
n*ggas they can’t f*ck with me, they cannot tweak with me, no
n*ggas they can’t f*ck with me, they can’t compete with me, no
i’on even really know, what you mean to me, no
i love it when, i love it when she wear that short ass dress, yeah
lil’ b*tch on my d*ck, it don’t make no sense
been 1c, i’ma throw my set
out in vancouver and i’m shopping at saks
b*tch on the plug, fly like a dove
n*ggas ain’t use to f*ck with me for none
this b*tch is a sl*t, i f*ck with the sl*ts
n*ggas talkin’ down, i done had enough
uh

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