XORAINZZ - Slapbox* paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Slapbox* - XORAINZZ




I'm makin' it happen
She gon' fuck
Like that shit her passion
Shawty like to do spells and coke
I hit from the back high as fuck when I tap it
She tell me she miss what we had
Lookin' at her phone grippin' to attachments
And my bro he be grippin' attachments
He put that shit right on the automatic ay
They like xo thought you was done rappin' ay
Lookin' for me a bitch, with fashion taste
Lil bitch I write my own songs, I ain't Drake
Sharing cigs with pretty girls, no Glaive
And I say fuck my enemies everyday
Ima take that energy to the grave
Ima that that energy to your face
I spoke to the devil feel like Jahseh
And I feel like Flu, with the Pompeii
Bury everybody, ain't no one safe
Like bro who tryna slap box? (with a blade)
Leave you with liquid in your lung, like my vape
Man I swear that I'm tryna get out of this state
I told that lil shawty she gon' have to wait
If the drugs good then I'll go to space
I'll just take more like fuck a t-break
Feelin' like I'm Kidx
But the first 808 could've been my fuckin' semtex
Ima blow up then Ima get checks
Ollie on my dick shawty, tech deck
Now she wanna skate, first give me neck
Why the fuck my plug tryna give me less?
Haven't rapped in a minute I'm still the best
So it's fuck what they think cuz I'm still gon flex ay
I just wanna get high and get my money
Money Up, Ay
I'll run then hunnids up
Lil baby I'm not with that funny stuff
Ran into that shawty she was stunning
Suck me up, ay I told her suck me up
Nah I don't got time for that love just fuck
Okay on some real shit
I might need a guitarist
I do every genre lil bitch
I'm a artist
He talkin' tough
But that boy just started
I could take his slut
Have her sounding retarded
He got bitches walkin'
Away from him think he farted
I got your bitch walkin' up to me I'm the hardest
I know they envy me I know I'm the target
Lil bitch I'm MVP and the M is for martian
They say xo need to pull his pants up
I said pussy boy go get your bands up
I don't rock skinnies no more, we not from Atlanta
All I wanna do is turn my opps to cancer
All I wanna do is mix THC Fanta
Like nah, I don't fuck with muddy cup baby
I met a cougar at walmart
She gon hit me up with a pager from the 80's
I just wanna get high and get my money
Money up, ay
I'll run them hunnids up
Lil baby I'm not with that funny stuff
Ran into that shawty she was stunning
Suck me up, ay I told her suck me up
Nah I don't got time for that love just fuck
Drugs in my head, nose runny
Wipe it up ay
You wanna fight then rush
Nah I'm not really with the typin' stuff
Ay, smokin' loud ya'll be smokin' bummy
Light it up
Ay, light it up
Ay, light it up.



Writer(s): Arron Mitchell



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