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Xanman

Hell Yeah

 

Hell Yeah

(альбом: Big Plug N*gga - 2019)


Big Plug Nigga, yeah
Hell no
"Ayy, Xan, can I take a flick?"
Hell no
"You fuck my bitch?"
Hell yeah
Hol', hol', hol', hol', brr

Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, halmes, where the stick?"
Cartiers, I can't see, so I squint
"Hol' Xan, you my man, take a flick"
I'd rather drink the water that's in Flint
I let the chop sing, Roddy Ricch
Serving that white boy, Robin Thicke
Bag in my hand, taking shit like the Grinch
Hol', take my bae, we can shop and drop

Down bad, robbing niggas on Wallapop
You a rap nigga for real like Papa Doc
I feel like the shit, pop a squat
Still trap on the flip phone, fuck a iWatch
Five bad bitches in my room like the Dream Girls
Put 'em in the trash can like Mean Girls
Shooter with' dreads, I'ma call him Juice WRLD
Bitch twerking on the stage, I'm like who girl?
Hol' up, nigga, you better get her
I ain't going back to jail, I might hit her
Niggas turn Pooh I pull up with' Tiger
Choppa make him pose like he want a picture
I still want a bust down, fuck a Richard
In the store with' the rod, you gotta be quicker than that
You tryna rob me, you gotta be slicker than that
Ricky, that nigga got hit in his back

Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, holmes, where the stick?"
Cartiers, I can't see, so I squint
"Hol' Xan, you my man, take a flick"
I'd rather drink the water that's in Flint
I let the chop sing, Roddy Ricch
Serving that white boy, Robin Thicke
Bag in my hand, taking shit like the Grinch

Huh? I would kick it like Lee
Boujee gunk, I put her on her feet
Eleven in the clip, I'm Irving Kyrie
She call me baby boy, I ain't Tyrese
12 on my line, they still tryna breach
I'm Big Plug, I'll shoot your mother
Like the opening scene of Four Brothers
She wanna ride me, guess she a horse lover
Five sticks in the van and it's four of us
Weirdo, I'm in the street, nigga, and his eyes changed
Pull your card while I smack you with' five aces
You ain't got no money, nigga, I'll take it
556s leave you with' some spine braces

Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, halmes, where the stick?"
Cartiers, I can't see, so I squint
"Hol' Xan, you my man, take a flick"
I'd rather drink the water that's in Flint
I let the chop sing, Roddy Ricch
Serving that white boy, Robin Thicke
Bag in my hand, taking shit like the Grinch
Hol', take my bae, we can shop and drop

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