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xanman - intro (xan servin 2) كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
stick and a glock, i’ma creep
good pack from my man down the street
indian plug, he look like baljeet
walk in his house, put the drac to his cheek
i serve every day, you serve every week
got a beam on me, i might aim at your knees
feds ask, then i speak vietnamese
he not serving, he a baby boy like tyrese

[verse]
yeah, feel like mike vick, i’m a dog fighter
come to his stu and shoot him and his songwriter
n-ggas hot, they at a bonfire
hit your man with a glock, now his jaw wired
that is not lean, that’s apple cider
cuz say he sent the location, got an app to find him
my n-ggas eating, ain’t talking no appetizers
glock with a knife, i ain’t talking bout michael myers
yeah, he not a plug, he a buyer
big dog on me, sing like a choir
all white, now i’m lizzie mcguire
shot on him, pull off in a viper
walk down, i’ma creep like a spider
that n-gga not trapping, that n-gga a liar
i got bread, i ain’t talking papaya
skrrt off with a tinted ghost rider
young n-gga margiela stepping, i ordered mine
migo plug ‘cross the borderline
ransom note, i’ma tell him his daughter fine
we need the money, or it’s slaughter time
i got a wock in the vic, we ain’t order wine
gallon of goop, n-gga got the water line
his man asked, we just shot him forty times
trap n-gga, we not selling quarter dimes

- xanman

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