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japan - xylðəzzy lyrics

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[intro]
(yeah, yeah)
(yeahhh)
(woah, woah)

[chorus]
i got this b*tch and she bad
she came straight out j*pan
(woah)
came out of j*pan
we’re going to france
we flying first class
(woah)
got the money and racks
count that sh*t in advance
ima step on the gas (yeah)
srt go fast (yeah)
money i’m counting exact (yeah)

[verse 1] (xylðəzzy)
no*one can do it like me
they can’t do better
(they can’t do better)
(they can’t do better)
n0body opposing me
got a chrome beretta
(got a chrome beretta)
(got a chromе beretta)
yeah (woah)
i’m too good at this
lovе that money
love that paper
i’m too full of it
i just like to play it cool
yeah, i’m cruising it
i’m still on my grind
yeah
yeah i’m doing it
(yeah)
i’m finna bag me a b*tch
diamonds and rollie, they shine on my fit
rockstar, yeah we getting lit
yeah, we getting lit together
glock 19 with suppressor
she bad, yeah she give my pleasure
me and you will last forever
(yeah)
i got this b*tch and she bad
came right out j*pan
money
money
dance
working hard, i’m on timing
i’m a star, i’m shining
never quit, i’m striving
real quick, yeah i slide in
(ohhhhh)
[pre*chorus]
i’m up in j*pan, yeah
i’m just getting these bands, yeah
(yeah)
(yeah)
i don’t need no handout
i don’t need no handout
(woah, woah)

[chorus]
i got this b*tch and she bad
she came straight out j*pan
(woah)
came out of j*pan
we’re going to france
we flying first class
(woah)
got the money and racks
count that sh*t in advance
ima step on the gas (yeah)
srt go fast (yeah)
money i’m counting exact

[verse 2] (woah kd hey)
(yeah)
i dun been pushing this whip
no, no, no, no
don’t trip
this codeine hit, i sip
just look at the drip
and look what i’m rocking
all of these hoes on me
yeah they flocking
i’m getting money
yeah, ya’ll n**** copping
i’m with the gang
you know that we mobbin
i’m right bout the mob
your b*tch, she blowing me like it’s a job
going worldwide, shoutout to ja!
no i don’t want to talk, if it ain’t moolah
put a payroll on my shooter
go away if you think you better than us
stop that
you know
that’s cap
ok
feeling like benji, that n**** too cold
this my new life, shoutout to old
i’m getting bread, you getting toast
i like to brag, i like to boast
i like to talk my sh*t the most
don’t care, haha
f*ck you my foes
don’t care, haha
f*ck you my hoes
i’m at the high
you at the low
(low)

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