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xxl freshmen 2024 cypher - part 2 - xxl lyrics

[intro]
(808 mafia)

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
ho, stop callin’ me the number*one latino rapper, b*tch
because i’m sh*ttin’ on the whites and blacks, it’s not just mexicans
“ot, you made the xxl list?” i’m screamin’, “f*ck that sh*t”
you can catch me sippin’ on some medicine where texas is
come to texas, you’ll see sh*t you never seen, like, what is sw*ngin’, b*tch?
i’m in this slab inside the country, slow, loud, and i’m bangin’
i’m from [?], we drag nuts and leave ’em hangin’
i’m pimpin’ hoes and slangin’ bowls, lil’ b*tch better have my payment
player made, i just came, and your b*tches came with me
grave digger, i’m a wig splitter, keep that thang with me
blue gun, clip look like a sig, it’s gang bangin’ with me
call your b*tch, tell her come over, she gon’ choo*choo train with me
got a homie lookin’ like the children of [?]
we gon’ hit a drive*by, we gon’ slide in a foreign
if they don’t let me in, i’ma kick in the door
fah*fah*fah, hit ’em up with four
3 a.m. in the car and we geekin’
got a halo, but i’m in a demon
don’t be a hero, ’cause like sub*zero, i push up on your block and i freeze it
diamonds in my mouth, i always be cheesin’
ballin’ hard, goin’ in for no reason
i got to tell all my people that we gonna be okay, we takin’ over the season
anybody say they got a problem, hit ’em with the apple
pow pow, put it on mama, i’m bringing’ the drama
mama little buddy like i was osama
i’m terminator, b*tch, i walk with’ a chopper
[verse 2: scarlip]
yo, since nike cortez and capris, i been a big body
scar here, this the last dance, ain’t no tiktok*y
real c*cky, when p*ssy gets around, it gets chris rock*y
took so many d*cks up in the ass, now that b*tch c*cky
show no emotions, growin’ up we had to fight tears
bloodshed, tears shed for anyone who might care
can’t stop, won’t stop, the finish line is right there
creep up in they dreams, pen game, give ’em nightmares
i don’t d*ck ride, b*tch, i ride d*ck
mob sh*t, [?], like i’m john wick
the glock is a molester, touchin’ n*ggas without consent
and my fist is a compressor, metal stone to leave an axe how i ain’t
[?] with these hoes, i ain’t punch that way
f*ckin’ for bands and catchin’ aids, i ain’t cut that way
with your cheap ass, should throw a bunch of donors at your sweet ass
this the type to blow you off the globe and make you relapse
me and tim duncan on you b*tches like a relapse
tell ’em kiss the ass inside my hole in case they—
youngins trappin’ off the android, claimin’ that they fair one
don’t air one, n*gga, that’s the same song that sam sung
but now he missin’, probably swimmin’ with sh*t that i could do
i’m stoppin’ you, even kim know what’s possible
i move weight, sn*tch plates like a smooth shake
mctoothaches, when i move cake, then i vacate
with a d*ck that i ride d on, better than celine
f*ck you mean? i’ll turn a n*gga crispy for the cream
n*gga, just keep it a fendi with me, just keep it a b
keep it p, i’m the first thing that john has ever seen
hah
[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
i f*ck with southside ’cause i know he got my back
i’m the richest young n*gga, doin’ this sh*t without a plaque
pushin’ records out the studio, i treat it like my trap
harry from bmf, ain’t doin’ sh*t without my strap
i’m a self*made millionaire, n0body put me on
i ain’t tryna make no friends in this sh*t, n*gga, i’m grown
i ain’t standin’ in no n*gga entourage to do a song
five jail calls a day, i don’t like talkin’ on the phone, n*gga
neck froze, n*gga, all my b*tches cold, n*gga
all my hoes come with french tips and white toes, n*gga
this studio was made for me, my money long, n*gga
hustle strong, i got money older than an old n*gga
bossman from the d, man, low*key, this sh*t just ain’t me
i’m leavin’ the club, i’m tryna euro and these b*tches tryna get in with me
n*gga, i’m a jaywalker, what that mean? a walkin’ ticket
any n*gga ever wanna guess this sh*t, them n*ggas finished

[verse 4: cash cobain]
okay, stizzy, all i rap about is f*ckin’
’cause all my b*tches stay bussin’
okay, walk inside the club with that sh*t tucked in
okay, and [?] for me to go clubbin’
okay, fast bars, fast cars, at my budget
oh, and i’ll still be on the block, them b*tches love it
i am not tryna discuss it, ran up all the money, then f*ck it
went ot just to cut it, all my b*tches be sl*tty
these n*ggas wanna be friends, i am not tryna be buddy
top*five stizzy or nothin’, not my stizzy, you buggin’
[verse 5: lay bankz]
yeah
since i got my weight up, i been feelin’ heavy
nineteen, been on my own boss, so i’ma hold it steady
never been the type to gloat or boast, but i could do the most
i’m the youngest turnt, no, i ain’t older, but i’m over hoes, my music dope, they overdose
give ’em what’s needed, what b*tches don’t do
i’m so conceded, like, what i don’t do?
made a few milli’ just of pro tools
i don’t even make up the posts on socials
b*tches ain’t seein’ me, f*ck my vocals
difference is, with me, i never been dependent
never need a n*gga to do sh*t, these hoes be codependent
hate it when i said, “these men give me the ick,” ain’t understand it
but if i said it, then i f*ckin’ meant it, hah
no corrections, huh
steady versed in bubbles and bruisin’ egos
just bein’ me, though, my body tea, though, and b*tches cheat, ho
a lot of sh*t you seen these b*tches doin’, yeah, i started it
party music? no, i ain’t create it, i was part of it, the evolution
all this sh*t these hoes doin’? yeah, i was first to do it
but i ain’t trippin’, stay original
manifested everything i got, this moment biblical, i work for it
huh, yeah
i said, “manifested everything i got, this moment biblical, i work for it”
huh, yeah, big bankz

- xxl lyrics

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