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Xavier James Morgan
Xavier James Morgan
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Yeah,
NenoBaby, HunnidBall
**** always hard on the phone
We gon' see when I get home
Bet I make em lay it down when I up the stick
She tryna tell me that she down yeah whatever, bitch
Give a fuck about no **** that's irrelevant
I'm been' ran it up, been' ran it up
Pass all them, bitch add it up
59fifty with the logo Eliante
First jit, that's my twin
She was thinkin' I was Xanti
Ask his mama, we been spinnin tires since the car seat
I burn rubber like too short, but I'm more than six feet
I poured salt up on his V6, he was movin' like a snail
When I step up on the gas, you hear that demon outta hell
If the jail take my fan, cop new blower when I bail
I love my kuddy, but I'm on him if he tell
Keep my faith, full?
About who?
Bitch you sound silly
One too close to none, I'ma keep many
It's enough for me to go around, baby, it's plenty
In my cup, it's an awful lot of cough syrup
Good thing a **** kept his keys for the back door
Said we couldn't smoke, just for that, we left an ashy floor
I ain't finna spend my chicken, it's all on the whore
I ain't grateful and I ain't dead, I'ma ask for more
Pay attention to the movement, them words don't mean shit
I gotta see it with my eyes, ain't tryin' to hear shit
I stand on business, ain't no games, this ain't no play pen
Just bopped for a band and sent him some fake bins
Pay attention to the movement, them words don't mean shit
I gotta see it with my eyes, ain't tryin' to hear shit
I stand on business, ain't no games, this ain't no play pen
Just bopped for a band and sent him some fake bins
The only time he in your face is for them taxes
Now you ridin' with him, poutin' in y'all baby mama backseat
Coulda had the lead role for Goofy if you ask me
But that'll never be me fuck it matter to me
I don't wanna hear about how you different, I ain't here for that
The **** went to mule? what?
Bitch, where the paperwork at
Aw nah, he can't produce the what? The white and the black?
He either got a no-no on his jacket or blood is a rat!
Aye slime, just throw me five if you want her
I'ma leave that back trackin' up to y'all and knock another
Keep my name out your mouth, this your warning
Cause the next time, I'm just gon' have em slide to Oak Hollow
Pay attention to the movement, them words don't mean shit
I gotta see it with my eyes, ain't tryin' to hear shit
I stand on business, ain't no games, this ain't no play pen
Just bopped for a band and sent him some fake bins
Pay attention to the movement, them words don't mean shit
I gotta see it with my eyes, ain't tryin' to hear shit
I stand on business, ain't no games, this ain't no play pen
Just bopped for a band and sent him some fake bins
Keep my name out your mouth, I ain't one of them
Written by: Xavier James Morgan
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