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xxl freshmen 2014 cypher - part 2 - xxl lyrics

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
i remember at first everybody was sleeping on me
i tried to wake ’em up, but they still went tempur-pedic on me
my n-gga milli is to free the homie
how the f-ck can i go to jail with all these baby jesus’ on me?
reefer on me, visa on me, 40 on me, money on me
b-tches on me, n-ggas lonely cause i got they ho now
wait a minute, slow now
roll that, four cars deep and switching lanes on ’em
color coded paint on ’em, f-ck it, go insane on ’em
all white bucket interior look like cocaine, homie
b-tches ain’t f-cking for free if you met ’em at the flame, homie
damon wayan shame on ’em
i ain’t lift a weight, but pounds gain on ’em
my number still the same, homie, if you want no thing from me
you can still get it for the same number
or cheaper because you know a n-gga been check
up, b-tches are the only thing i’m benchpress

[verse 2: ty dolla $ign]
girl, bust it open for ’em, real one
take it to the floor like i spilled some
pick it up for me real slow
i can tell that you’re a pro
dollar $ign from l.a, this a freestyle
just look at my outfit, i’m the sh-t
i ain’t even rhyme, i don’t give a sh-t
me and rich homie, man, we been the sh-t
caught my n-gga durk in chicago
my young n-gga got all the hoes
my n-gga drama up in atl
everywhere i go you smell that weed smell
taylor gang pushaz ink and you negro
aye, you hear me on the stereo
your b-tch see me on that video
and i bet she gon’ go

[interlude: rich homie quan]
got a girl, gon’ go
i said got a girl, we gon’ go
we got a girl, gon’ go

[verse 3: lil durk]
these n-ggas is b-tches, getting info from b-tches
go and tell it to the piggies i’m trying to get riches
and stand on that business
free bro n-ggas st-tching my kings, i was over
and you lucky one penny, i put two in his lemon
this 4-5 lemon, extended clip for his n-ggas
he ain’t sh-t to his n-ggas, we don’t hesitate
from quan to ty, opps ain’t never safe
roll out the glocks and we real with the apes
blue jewel on the opps, no clue as he dies
acg free the guys shirt, don’t f-ck with the rock
i’m on the block, hoping my tape don’t flop
and it go gold when it drop
i’m not a liar, stuck t in them baggies
and we risking indictment trying to get flyer
been to first cl-ss ticket and united 300 to riot
murder, murder, k!ll k!ll
in a jam i never squeal
label only time i deal
i f-ck with g’s , b’s, mos, kings, snakes, fo’s
and other n-ggas of the mill
n-gga, you don’t know how hunger feel
treating about a hundred mill on the corner with hundred pills
got the money…
took them 20 years
and they still doing 20 years
and they ain’t ever seeing 20 years

[outro: rich homie quan]
shoutout to xxl

- xxl lyrics

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