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Xtras
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West Coast Rap
Xtras was released on March 2, 2018 by Alpha Pup as a part of the album Dubious
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AlbumDubious
Release DateMarch 2, 2018
LabelAlpha Pup
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hugh Augustine
Hugh Augustine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hugh Augustine
Hugh Augustine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Producer

Lyrics

{Chorus}
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
{Verse 1}
I'm a cool cat but I got a short fuse
Brand new {?}, with a bad attitude
And I'm smokin' that kush 'cause it put me in a mood
Make that money, make the moves
Nothin' funny bout the way some people dyin' for they {?}
Young **** still {?} bitch
**** couldn't kill me I got the heart of a lion
Lately I've been hungry, I'ma go and super-size it
Pull up in yo' hood, hop out, and then I neutralize it
Ain't that so exciting, when I show my face they know it's on
Oh I feel so dubious that's why I'm ridin' on my own
But I love the light (huh), snitchin' on my self
I ain't getting caught down low 'cause I don't need no help
{Chorus}
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
{Verse 2}
I'm really with the shit so I've been tryna calm down
Tryna cool off, 'fore I blow your head off
Tryna learn patience, tryna learn trust
But **** still hatin' finna get they head {?}
I want a 357, with 38 bullets
Tryna keep it together, hope I don't need to pull it
Livin' life so crooked, my past, man, I can't shake it
All I need is a big booty up in my face, but lately
Pussy make me feel better
Take a shower, I'm super clean
Activating my dopamine
Blowin' dro with the shoulder lean
No safety on the 40, man, it might go off
These **** snitchin' to the police 'cause they like to talk
That's why I'm chillin' low-key, really out the way
But if you need a playa, I'll be right around the way
{Chorus}
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
Moving top speed, like somebody tryna catch us
If I wile out, ain't nobody gon' protect ya
If I wile out, if I wile out
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
I be low-key, but I'm really with the extras
(yeah) I'm really with the extras
Written by: Hugh Augustine
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