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3g remix - xhulooo lyrics

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[intro: xhulooo]
yeah, ha
yeah, ha
yeah, yeah
yeah, okay
(ha, ha) yeah
fire, frrah, woo (okay)
(yeah)

[verse 1: xhulooo]
been gettin’ racks ever since three
chop up his body and knock off his knee
my hundreds blue, they ain’t throwin’ up cs
i got some ho b*tches that’s throwin’ up bs
i got some ho b*tches that’s throwin’ up ms
slime green money, [?] slidin’ like jam
stand on my money, i’m taller than steph
in my lil’ bag, i ain’t talkin’ [on deaf?]
swervin’ this trackhawk, it keeps goin’ left
uppin’ the boof, i be cookin’ up, chef
moncler beanie, ain’t wearin’ no [nef?]
chrome hearts jacket, i’m not rockin’ gap
stay talkin’ down and get hit in your cap (no cap)
i walk around with that strap (no cap)
got that ar in my lap
play with these labеls, just watch what you say
i ain’t talkin’ the letters, i camе with a k
ovo, baby, i keep me a drac’
if you play with my gang, put your head in a lake
i start smokin’ when i’m in l.a
i probably smoke me a 3.5 a day
he flexin’ money, i keep on the way
i put it on his head, now we see what he say (uh)
this ain’t no game, i ain’t come here to play
pull up, and smoke that lil’ boy like a j (yeah*yeah)
smokin’ that opp pack to the face
up outta here, i’ll be in outer sp*ce
[interlude: xhulooo]
outer sp*ce, outer sp*ce
outer sp*ce, outer sp*ce
outer sp*ce, outer sp*ce, yeah

[verse 2: sgpwes]
i’m out in sp*ce with the b*tches, yeah
i done went up and got rich, yeah
these n*ggas stay on my d*ck
lock up the house, and i look like a l!ck
my d*ck in her mouth, and you cuffin’ that b*tch
i keep a pole on me, know i ain’t fish (no, no)
my b*tch, she ball, so she need them extensions (yeah)
yeah, yeah, she need some hair (woah)
i call that b*tch up, i don’t even care (eugh)
your b*tch, she want me, she just wanna stare (eugh)
i get to the bag and i flex, it ain’t fair
too many clothes, don’t know what to wear (woah)
too many hoes, and i don’t wanna share (woah)
shut the f*ck up and just sit in that chair (woah, yeah)
vvs diamonds, you seein’ the clear (woah)
my choppa big, it be shootin’ at bears (woah)
my choppa big, it be shootin’ at n*ggas (woah)
i got more money, i’m through with these n*ggas
these n*ggas mad that they not in the picture
she wanna f*ck, now she makin’ me bigger
my money gecko, it look like a lizard
she want a chain on her, she a gold digger (woah)
my b*tch, she bad, she be lookin’ like sizzle (yeah, yeah)
you want a problem, i call up my hitter
[verse 3: onlybino!]
too outer sp*ce, b*tch, i’m up in the solar
f*ck out my way, bro, i don’t even know you
sippin’ that drank, it put me in a coma
my pockets really as big as a boulder
tell them boys i would never be below you
he ain’t get no bread, lil’ n*gga, i trolled you
he ain’t get no bread, that n*gga a poser (yeah*yeah)
f*ck out the way, or i’m runnin’ you over (yeah*yeah)
look what i sit in, my whip super tinted
i know that i’m addicted to the business
he want a problem, i’m callin’ up benny
choppa go (phew), bust up your melon
choppa go (phew), won’t leave a message
i had to show these lil’ n*ggas a lesson
new h&k finna send him to heaven
double cup wocky from 7/11 (doot*doot)
double cup wocky, not sippin’ on polster
walk out the crib, and my neck like an ocean
too outer sp*ce, how a n*gga be floatin’
too outer sp*ce, how a n*gga be floatin’

[verse 4: cheromani+]
(yeah)
twenty*four shots like kobe, gigi
i got this pole on my head, pull out and see, see
that ho, she want double c, c
think i’m a [roomba?], like [seat, seat?]
he don’t really be playin’ no more, he be cap
i’m in the lo, might call me a cab
i’m in the stu’ with lil’ xhu, take a nap
he talkin’ down, he get gone off the map
b*tch, i make money, this sh*t not just rap
b*tch, i’m that n*gga, told them n*ggas, “see me”
none of these n*ggas concede me
cartier lens, you can’t see me
i’m in the with the [?]
she keep on suckin’, she tell me she toppin’ me
i just say, “f*ck it, lil’ bit, get on top of me”
b*tch, i’m on top, these lil’ n*ggas not toppin’ me
ho benihana, that n*gga eat whoppers, [?]
[?] in the trackhawk, that n*gga, he’s proud of me
i f*cked that ho, now she say i’m her prodigy
he spilled the wock’, then my mo’f*ckin’ [?]
[outro: xhulooo]
outer sp*ce, outer sp*ce
outer sp*ce, outer sp*ce
outer sp*ce, outer sp*ce, yeah

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