Top Songs By Xavier Anthony
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
billi0n
Rap
Tezzus
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vincent Ricardo Dukes
Songwriter:in
T'Corrian Walton
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Zaan
Produzent:in
lightphonkdolla
Produzent:in
moses.xa
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
abl.xa
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Lyrics
(I like this XA music)
(Zaan)
**** gon' act like they was in that mofuckin' struggle wit' a ****
**** wasn't in that mofuckin' struggle wit' a ****
Tell a **** pop out when them bullets fly bitch
Bitch only getting a ticket for ass shakin
Pussy poppin, back breakin
He cut that block, get his tab paid off
She say the shots make her ass stay up
That boy sling the iron like Magneto
That boy send that drop, he got tired, make him wait on it
She askin' a ****"What time you tryna' get ate up?"
Her brand new Cleef diamonds gon' shine in the day tho
You ain't sittin' on that drop, give a fuck 'bout a K tho
She turn Mary Poppins when she drink on añejo
Red diamonds buss like a goddamn tomato
She say"We fuckin, no condom today tho"
Why lil' Teezus jump out the droptop, hangin
In person know that they don't want no face-off
Tryna' get in that truck, we gon' go back on Greyhound
They come single-file down that block and they fan out
Ayy, ay, let's get it
I swear my bitch too sexy
I heard your friend talkin' to the dead now
Hold up, think somebody said sum?
Mm, mm, can't nobody hear nun
Know the bitch better knock it if the feds come
I'm from the city where they knock off his lil' one
Might got a bitch tryna' fuck in her feelings
Know a freaky bitch, bite a **** ear off
Tired of these fuck **** hiding in the wilderness
And all these dyke **** tryna' get a clique-up
Phønk!
Yea, yea, yea
Money on my head, I'm still outside
Send your demon up to God
I be tweakin' on these pieces, it look like I'm doing fraud
I spot the opp, let's follow him and leave that boy in the garage
You spot the Phønk wit' a bitch taller than him, she model for Louis Vuitton
I was on the top floor boolin' wit' a gun
Watching cartoons and gettin' my dick sucked
When I come, she using her tounge
She don't even need no motherfuckin' tissue
I'm a mafia døn, you will get your issue
My bro tryna' sell that dirty pistol
It was malice murder when we killed him
It's a dead man, can't come back to get you
Real get money girls in my militia
I could make her stab you when she kiss you
Get money gang
Bitch, Dølla gang around the world, go ask somebody
Ice cream diamonds
Bleeding, look like swirls from Baskin Robins
Put a bitch name Chanel inside Celine, now that's designer
That's fashion, that's clean
Yes, W-Y-D?
I'm doing sign-up's with my fiends
Bitch only getting a ticket for ass shakin
Pussy poppin, back breakin
He cut that block, get his tab paid off
She say the shots make her ass stay up
That boy sling the iron like Magneto
That boy send that drop, he got tired, make him wait on it
She askin' a ****"What time you tryna' get ate up?"
Her brand new Cleef diamonds gon' shine in the day tho
You ain't sittin' on that drop, give a fuck 'bout a K tho
She turn Mary Poppins when she drink on añejo
Red diamonds buss like a goddamn tomato
She say"We fuckin, no condom today tho"
Why lil' Teezus jump out the droptop, hangin
In person know that they don't want no face-off
Tryna' get in that truck, we gon' go back on Greyhound
They come single-file down that block and they fan out
Ayy, ay, let's get it, let's get it
Written by: T'Corrian Walton, Vincent Ricardo Dukes