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lirik lagu xxl - 2016

[verse 1: denzel curry]
rest in power, it’s all about power
squeeze two lemons together and really all you’ll have is sour
diesel, n-gg-s’ll smoke your -ss to have the juice
riding around in an all black coupe
couple of pigeons that’s ready to shoot, sh-t
ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping
with 48 ounces and cigarette b-tts
f-cking around with the up echelon
they will turn you to cubes and i hope you be gone
envelope, overload, cranium overdose
denny cascade, what the f-ck is the halves
click clack, get powed, b-tch it’s a wrap
tierra my witness, i pray for a nap
youngin’ and restless, return with a past
key in ignition, foot on the gas
none of you n-gg-s is acting that jab
gold teeth in the glock and a cybertech mask
ring gun, particles, turn you into molecules
planet shrooms, planet shrooms, i’ll take you to my panic room

[verse 2: lil uzi vert & kodak black]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
all these n-gg-s stealin’ my style, can i get my flow back?
yeah, bop on that b-tch like kodak
yeah, b-tch you know dat
yeah, i push your sh-t all back (woop woop)
told that b-tch i got money, ayy (woop)
countin’ them hundreds, it’s nothing, ayy
told that lil b-tch i got money, ayy
told that lil b-tch that’s it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied)
hit that b-tch right from the back, she got turkey, i knock out that b-tch like it’s stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)
told that lil b-tch that i’m with it
told that lil b-tch that i’m with it
ay, wait, 21, lil boat, yeah (win)
denzel curry cut your throat, yeah (yeah)
kodak do the most, yeah (win)
told that lil b-tch i got all the money (uhh)
i swear this sh-t is just nothing (uhh)
i just be dancin’ right up on that b-tch, yeah
what you be stuntin’?

[verse 3: lil yachty]
that boy not gang, no that boy not my friend
i hang with my gang the same gang that felt all of my pain
when i was struggling through the rain
when i had no guap with no ice
wasn’t no food but rice
all of these b-tches they want me but they get one night
f-ck ‘em, i give a f-ck what you sayin’
b-tch n-gg- know i ain’t playing
i’m ‘bout my fetty
sailing team armored, we ready
f-ck up that n-gg- if he talk out too heavy
i’m bout it, chains on my neck cost me twenty
look at your diamonds
your diamonds look cloudy, they fake
young n-gg- in the gucci stans
f-ck with me if you wanna die
young n-gg- i don’t wear no suit and ties
f-ck no
lil boat!

[verse 4: 21 savage, lil uzi vert, & lil yachty]
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
i sent my b-tch to the store ‘cause we ran out of soda (what?)
b-tch i’m tryna cook this yola (21)
hundred round drum on the bottom of that sh-t (do-do-do-do)
chop a n-gg- down like a f-cking lawnmower (grrrrrr)
ak47 ‘round my motherf-cking shoulder (21)
pull up in a rover then i pulled off on a fisker
pulled up on your b-tch, she sucked my d-ck
and then you kissed her (godd-mn, 21)
young savage b-tch
and i don’t play ‘round with them swishers (hmm?)
i just smoke them woods (yeah)
b-tch i’m from the hood (yeah)
zone 6, bouldercrest road, you can’t go there
21 gang b-tch, yeah (21, 21, 21)
i’m in nyc, i think i got a f-cking show there (yeah)
hold up, rollie on my wrist
rollie on my b-tch (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to your face (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)
90 to your face (yeah), that’s a closed case (yeah)
you an old n-gg-, man, you washed up
young savage, man, i got my car washed up
pulled up on a motherf-cking n-gg-, wrapped up (yeah)
then i pulled up in a motherf-cking brink’s truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

[verse 5: kodak black]
who the f-ck picked this lil sorry -ss beat?
i’m from the ugly corner man, them lil sour -ss streets
d-mn homie, i’m the one who let your starving -ss eat
and you was hungry, i ain’t have to let your sorry -ss eat
my cousin g-wayne got off of manslaughter last week
gave my dog a buck fifty, that n-gg- brought me back three
i’ma — a n-gg-‘s broad and get up all in them cheeks
tied, they dead flies

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