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xanman - hit the crowd كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
don’t give a f_ck, i’ll shoot at the crowd
got a two_tone glock, that b_tch look like a cow
i told that n_gga, “stop internet bluffing, you better go home and take care of that child”
i got a lamb’ truck, said, “f_ck a masi'”
fifty k on me with switch in my pocket
got a lot of drac’, ain’t talking ’bout aubrey
we meet your man anywhere, i’m young joc_ing
while lot of drip on, b_tch wanna f_ck, make the bed wet
hit her off the top, i been that
internet n_gga, better get him a headset
you better stop bluffin’, we know where that crib at
i told my n_gga better keep that forty on him
whole lot of blue, walk around with the corbin on me
front door move, we don’t gotta put a shorty on him
all of the sh_t that i did, only lord knows
heard cuz was hot and he tippin’, that’s how he got whacked
four_five with a switch, b_tch hit like a mac
set him up, get cool do one of the tats
he think he incredible, turn him to jack_jack
shootbaby servin’
got rich as a b_tch, now i’m f_ckin on nurses
oh, that n_gga dead? yeah, we did it on purpose
maybach truck and my house got the same curtain
give me that drac’, i’ll show you how the thing work
shotgun open his head like a brain surgeon
n_gga got robbed off them rp 30s
the f_ck did you hop in the streets for? you nervous
b_tch_ass n_gga, he thinkin’ that he steppin’
both of my spiritual b_tches got a dreamcatcher
rap n_gga, we gon’ shoot up that c7
i think the whole tsf got a lean fetish
uh, by c road, meet me by the liquor
smokin’ on, d_mn, i don’t remember
f_ck a stepper, we got serial k!llers
i know a white b_tch named emma
b_tch in her feelings, she listen to sza
homes, you a b_tch, never been a k!ller
on the run from probation and rent_a_center
b_tch gave me five bands, tryna pimp her
b_tch gave me five xans, i don’t remember
sent me her cash app, i ain’t trickin’
this ain’t mcdonald’s, we got mcchicken
i don’t like gloves, n_gga, i’m a rinser
xanman wild, catch me off a dipper
i’m doin’ dippers with my b_tch marissa
i ain’t buyin’ a b_tch, i’ll rent her
rap n_gga, we gon’ hit up that sprinter
i like fentanyl, feel the itch
i like seeing bodies, i’m sick
n_gga, my grandmother like prince
drum on a glock, we gon’ set like this
i ain’t teach my son ’bout lilo and stitch
i taught my son ’bout a big_ass switch
i taught my daughter how to naenae and whip
i taught my daughter to pull out the fifth
well grandad, i was in jail with a knife
my daughter too pretty, she gon’ be a dyk_
my son gon’ be a shooter with some stripes
[outro]
d_mn, i’m f_cked up for real
i’m too rich to thinkin’ like that, but
d_mn, i don’t give a f_ck

- xanman

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