lirik lagu xanman – wish i knew
[intro]
huh, hey shootbaby
(h~llo? xanman?)
i~i wish i knew that, you know what i’m sayin’, i wish i knew a lot
ooh, ooh, huh ()
[verse 1]
rifle got hair and triggers, i just bought her a wig
i love what she do when she get in that bed
rob a n~gga, we just shot him instead
not a family guy, but my b~tch look like meg
yeah, none of these n~ggas don’t shoot
i’m droppin’ that sh~t off mw2
if i get highed up, you can catch me off goop
this drac’ got real wood, they call me groot
i told you, if this b~tch cheat, i’ma k!ll her
this b~tch got a mind of it’s own like matilda
f~ck i look like buying guns when i build ’em?
hol’, grab the glock right there, i’ma leave him
walk down with that drac’, it’s that season
alvin and the chipmunks, b~tch, i’m ian
put the f in the [?] feel like fajita
cut ties with a b~tch like kanye did adidas
[verse 2]
yeah, i wish i knew that this drac’ ’bout to hit him
i wish you knew that i was talkin’ to b~tches
twenty~five in the clip, it’s like christmas
he tried to cross me but he ain’t christian
i’m a f~ck n~gga, i’m not for glorilla
i take all the sh~t like a picture
i poured a whole six in a pitcher
functional drug addict, i’m addicted
give me that fentanyl, this sh~t hittin’
give me that b~tch number, i’ma hit her
feelin’ like [?], n~gga, i’m not a [?]
f~ck n~gga got veneers, we knock out them dentures
n~gga, what’s up with all that tippin’?
catch him down bad, he [sit in his britches?]
none of these n~ggas not trappin’
wipe the blood off my shirt with a popeyes napkin
i ain’t totin’ no ghost, this manufactured
could’ve made a move with the .40, what happened?
can’t believe what i made off a five dollar mattress
i been lookin’ for blood like morbius, dracula
got purple tips in my gun, look like lavender
i ain’t saving no b~tch, this not greys anatomy
i pulled out the stick, he like rap battling
too sharp with the gun, i could shoot out a cavity
my dawg still selling that scooby like daphne
put three in his head like a triple~a battery
i wish you knew how i feel, no hope
put his head on the fridge like a suicide note
that n~gga not shootin’, ain’t lettin’ no stick go
her head was so good that i came in like six strokes
glock 7/11, get k!lled for a big gulp
look up to ted bundy, they call me a sicko
yeah, let’s see who spinnin’ this sh~t like a disco
let’s see who make n~ggas duck like limbo
high off that fentanyl, done hit a lamppost
i wish these b~tches had somethin’ to stand for
i put a band on his head like masenko
b~tch~ass n~gga ain’t lettin’ no drac’ go
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