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don't go - xxxtrachrome lyrics

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[verse: xxxtrachrome]
yeah we back in it
my colon packed to the max limit
better pull this b*tch over for i sh*t in this d*mn civic
been sh*tting 5 years
and it barely feel like a minute
still make the same jokes
but i’ll middle finger a critic
yeah we hit ‘em up

[verse: bobby b]
filling cups
mad sh*ts back with vengeance
we in the club
getting drunk
sn*tchin up your b*tches
yeah
we spittin and sh*ttin
you don’t wanna miss this sh*t listen
because this record we spinnin
is gonna be
the last one you gettin
so please don’t go

[verse: xxxtrachrome]
please don’t go
but i’m not trippin bout a ho
yeah she gave me head like lettuce b*tch
i got a garden hose
yeah we rapping now like cellophane
we cooking up the dope
like
what you know bout real music
what you know bout metronomes
[verse: bobby b]
thought this sh*t was over?
nah we flyin high
but never sober
just got older, wiser, colder
i’ll still grab your girl and i’ll fold her
i’m throwing her legs up on both of my shoulders
i’m hitting it quick then out the door boltin
she callin my name, and she beggin for more
and so i called my homie in

[verse: xxxtrachrome]
hey there ladies!
juke ‘em out like we the 80s
trippin shrooms no chewing xannies
got the mini cooper zoom super
screw a new mercedes
got a few screws moving loose
my medulla crazy
yeah i like b00bies and your booty
but your b00bies mainly
(booty but your b00bies mainly? what the f*ck am i f*cking talking about jesus christ)

[verse: bobby b]
bobby b and the chrome
spittin straight from the dome
went to crazy on the jamo
now i’m tryna get home
if you been here from the get*go
then you know what we bout
say some bullsh*t
then we drop our d*ck and b*lls
in your mouth
[verse: xxxtrachrome]
drop ’em down in yo mouth
then go south
i’m in both her ears
you hear me?
surround sound
took your mom out on date
down to pound town
listenin’ to kendrick section 8
in the roundabout

[verse: bobby b]
man the years they fly by
when you’re rappin bout d*cks
i’m just glad that i moved on
from the name triple 6 (6, 6)
we’ve been gone for a minute
now we’re back we ain’t finished
doin this one for my baby
rip to the civic

[obamna]
(my fellow americans)

[verse: xxxtrachrome]
she grade me an a
she planning for b
she said that she wet so i dive in her sea
she like a drivers license
the way that she eyin the d
and we trynna see god so we poppin an e
then whenever we f then i feel like a g
and she keep in it balanced
ph clean
but we could put i in you
i’m jk*ing
[verse: bobby b]
big d*ck energy
buzzin off the hennessy
feelin h*lla faded
i can’t see what’s ahead of me
heavenly
entities
telling me
to bust on this melody
like i’m at a bus stop with ellen
the generous sl*t tryna get a nut
gonna live it up
till the sun
comes up

- xxxtrachrome lyrics

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