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xxl freshmen 2023 cypher - part 1 - xxl lyrics

[intro]
(yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

[verse 1: finesse2tymes]
two*hundred on me, fifty in these pockets, four pockets full
gotta say i’m gangster, check my records, it’s understood
gotta say i’m mob, twist my fingers in every state
gamble with your life, i got whatever out section 8
tell ’em folks this rapping sh*t don’t work, then i’ma send a ho
want ten or more, two types of exotic, told ’em send them both
b on the floor, i’m from memphis, r.i.p. to billy boat
wrestling with my freedom, now i got sh*t in a figure*four
tappin’ out, hold up, stop the beat, homie, i’m blackin’ out
security out on feet, glock in my hand when i’m backin’ out
who crackin’ now? this what happen every time they count me out
free the guys, i’m eatin’ good now, can’t go back to chow

[verse 2: real boston richey]
i can’t make no moves without my brother
n*ggas hating on the boys, said they rich, i’m ‘bove ’em
i’m on some rockstar sh*t, f*ck your daddy, f*ck your mother
i’m tryna f*ck on his lil’ sister, not say i love her
i told you i was gon’ get you back, that’s a triple*double
always been a freaky jit, tryna f*ck my cousin under the cover
slidin’ in the mustang, half a brick, i’m duckin’ undercover
you know i been havin’ sh*t, i ain’t never been no f*ckin’ runner
lil’ b*tch bad as meagan good, but boston probably still gon’ f*ck her, she know i’m different
no switches with me, up in traffic, gotta move statistic
i’m always better but i don’t rap with n*ggas, ain’t politicking
how the f*ck they say i’m gang? i’m cutthroat, n*gga, i ain’t friendly
man, i’m tryna get in that splat, ooh, i heard that sh*t pacific
i don’t want relations, i’m just tryna f*ck to be specific
i can pull up in this—, sn*tch a b*tch that’s in a bentley
k!llers in the back, f*ck the opps and whoever come with ’em
[verse 3: fridayy]
they wasn’t with me
back when i was driving in my ’03
i was sitting on that bench, they wouldn’t play me
now i’m up on n*ggas like i’m kd
hey, now i just shoot, shoot
hey, i can’t pass that rock, i gotta hoop, hoop
hey, she love when i pull up in that brand new coupe
i don’t know a thing she wouldn’t do for me
i don’t know a thing she wouldn’t do for me
hey, i don’t know a thing she wouldn’t do for me

[verse 4: lola brooke]
grrt
they can’t get in without no wristbands, gang members is my big fans
claim my season every shot, k!llin’ ’em with k!lla cam
i don’t know, man, stop askin’ me all them dumb questions
hittas go and dump questions, slide with it
trigger finger on hold ’til my feelings get—
this that ready, set, here i come, grrt, grrt, go
i threw the pick and i don’t get chose, get top, then he get low
if you ever have a problem, n*ggas, hollows what i—
f*ck good, bend backs, i’m every n*gga’s match
i step in and turn heads like, “who the f*ck is that?”
ass naked on the balcony, i’m sorry and i’m sorry
blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, where the f*ck is—
huh, you know i got something to tell
big gator up on xxl
put my problems in a blunt, i’ma spark them l’s
send shots to your mans while he pick up the sh*lls, uh
you know i gotta keep it discreet
don’t wanna hear no feedback when i’m feedin’ the streets, uh
hit the gas, got my feet on the beats
big gator on the check*in and you’re f*ckin’ with a g
have to make your money moves, they don’t tell nothing
last year, was on them stand*by from them zelle b*ttons
uh, covid days, can’t smell nothing
i can sense a p*ssy*ass n*gga, go and smell something

- xxl lyrics

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