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prxud gxxmbas! - xdium lyrics

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[hook: xdium]
laughin’ at the motherf*ckers thinkin’ they can better me
quit yo’ f*ckin’ crying, this why i’m up where you’ll never be
i’m the motherf*cker that will put yo’ life in jeopardy
quick to whip the stick, i’ll pull the trig’ and call you kennedy
p*ssyboy keep talkin’ ’cause he seeking for attention
imma load the clip because i’m really totin’ wessons
f*ckin’ had enough, so fed up from yo’ oppression
stop the f*ckin’ talk, mr. has a small erection

[verse 1: lxthnl]
(you already used that line before, bro)
i don’t care, you a p*ssy ass b*tch
you can suck up on my d*ck if you think that i’m giving sh*ts
don’t be so worried about your wrongs whilе you up hittin’ from the bongs
and make it known that with this song
i’m bettеr, i’m smarter, i’m stacking my money, aye
be so f*ckin’ stupid, n0body f*ck with you anyway
you be posting, you tough like stop b*tch, i’ll take you any day
go get stuck with the losers and i’m up here making speakers resonate
while you workin’ 9*5 wanting to k!ll yourself every day
suck on my d*ck, your b*tch ain’t sh*t, i f*cked this one b*tch and she said “wow”
she listen to my songs, and she told me that i really make it loud
b*tch, i ain’t a fool, i know that your ass just playin’ round
so i kick right down the door and i get straight to f*cking raining down
all you b*tches basic, you suckin’ off, this is the end of me
had a couple arguments, b*tches think they got enemies
i don’t tote glocks, but my record hold felonies
bought a new whip just so i could f*cking get some peace
[interlude: xdium]
d*mn bro, you really went and out*did me
okay, hold on (xdium)

[verse 2: xdium]
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout the sh*t you wanna talk, hoe
i’m not one to beef, but i’ll talk my sh*t a lot tho
i’d walk down yo block, if you ain’t burn down the spot, hoe
se perra tu mama, casi como tu hermano
you get hit up like you should since you talk the talk
we ain’t stressin’ ’bout no blood, we just wash it off
you get hit up like you should since you talk the talk
we ain’t stressin’ ’bout no blood, we just wash it off (ugh)

[hook: xdium]
laughin’ at the motherf*ckers thinkin’ they can better me
quit yo’ f*ckin’ crying, this why i’m up where you’ll never be
i’m the motherf*cker that will put yo’ life in jeopardy
quick to whip the stick, i’ll pull the trig’ and call you kennedy
p*ssyboy keep talkin’ ’cause he seeking for attention
imma load the clip because i’m really totin’ wessons
f*ckin’ had enough, so fed up from yo’ oppression
stop the f*ckin talk, mr. has a small erection

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