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Xelinage

 

Xelinage

(album: Sorry We Was Trapping - 2022)


(I got exotic pack)
(Jose the Plug)
Right

Yeah, my bitch cold, anemic, she rock Celinage
I got hoes on the weekend, we sneaky linking
It's like fifty thousand, I'll be right back 'fore you blink
Bitch, I'm from the D, I hit the 'Hound right in a mink
I'm fucking on this bitch's other bitch's other bitch
I heard he talking shit, I pay 'em for another hit
I be selling zips, halves, wholes, quarter bricks
Do I need to explain how I came up off a bitch? (Right)

I just poured a nigga bag, she like, "Can I take a sip?"
He like, "Man, I need a bag, please can you lock a key?"
Bitch, let me see you pick it up before you take a sip
I love when you look me in my eyes when you suck my dick
I'll trick, yeah, for that clit if it's wet as shit
That's your bitch, man, tell me why you ain't pay her rent
Cooking splits, yeah, I'm 'bout to serve this shit right now real quick
It ain't 'bout what happen in the past, it's 'bout right now, that's it (Oh my God)
Coming on the Eastside, that's the wrong thing
Nine times out of ten, you gon' lose, this a home game
Introduce you to the dope game, lil' bro got a blow lane
Found a plug on OJs, they mad we got five different lanes
Brought the whole Westside down playing with my nigga Paid
I heard we got an away game and you know I ain't brung nothing but Dracs
I feel like Dolla Bill, ain't paying the country boys nothing
Ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, won't be no David Ruffin

Yeah, my bitch cold, anemic, she rock Celinage
I got hoes on the weekend, we sneaky linking
It's like fifty thousand, I'll be right back 'fore you blink
Bitch, I'm from the D, I hit the 'Hound right in a mink
I'm fucking on this bitch's other bitch's other bitch
I heard he talking shit, I pay 'em for another hit
I be selling zips, halves, wholes, quarter bricks
Do I need to explain how I— (Right)

You took my whole fucking swag, you ain't throw me nothing
Naw, come to think about it, you probably owe me money
Whatever you cop in the dope game, you gon' get fronted
Make sure the plug straight first before you spend some money
Young nigga, but they call me unky
Uh, pull up on your scene, I heard you looking for me
Got a young bitch with a lot of money
Baby, this a hundred, can you count it for me?

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