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letra de soul - exxy! (ecstasy)

[chorus]
woah, y’all got me sick to my soul (to my soul)
like b-tch just stop, yeah
woah, y’all white diamonds old
paint ‘em red gon’ need a mop, yeah
got his girl in bed with no top (with no top, yeah)
tryna give me head, she give me top (give me top, yeah)
ima get you fresh before my ops (before my ops, yeah)
but talk down to me you gon’ get dropped (gon’ get dropped, uh)

[verse 1]
see this the real me
man f-ck all the cards you tryna deal me
yeah your girl really hate that she can’t steal me
girl if еxxy on your tongue then you gon’ feel me
if i pull up, junya, margiеla
either that or the balenci sweater
all black fit, rocking 100 degree weather
ima hit her once, she a hoe, she ain’t special
i can’t settle down cause i’m always doing better
your whole life a lie, might as be living meta
copy paste that b-tch, i got h-lla, i got h-lla
copy paste that b-tch, i got h-lla, i got h-lla
swear to god this sh-t on max
ran it all, they love my tracks
brand new wave, yeah that’s a fact
even more, need more than that
felt my soul jump out and back
got my love might need it back
swerve that sh-t, can’t get a flat
she a 10, yeah she a nat
tried to but she’s so cold
chilled me down to my bones
took me right out my zone
left me a half not whole
f-ck you get with my clone
ain’t no friends, these some foes
yeah right down to my soul
yeah right down to my soul
[chorus]
woah, y’all got me sick to my soul (to my soul)
like b-tch just stop, yeah
woah, y’all white diamonds old
paint ‘em red gon’ need a mop, yeah
got his girl in bed with no top (with no top, yeah)
tryna give me head, she give me top (give me top, yeah)
ima get you fresh before my ops (before my ops, yeah)
but talk down to me you gon’ get dropped (gon’ get dropped, uh)

[verse 2]
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, never
i had to kick that boy down from my level
he ain’t know that it’s just me and me forever
ima stay gassed with my hand on the throttle
leave ‘em behind, they gon’ pray and still get shot up
paid
yeah i light the way
i’m just on my sh-t, give a f-ck bout what they say
k
popping everyday
really when i’m rolling she just eat me like buffet, ah
d-mn she love fits, 3k on ricks that light
gave her my kids, yeah she be eating right
all my ice hits, it’s shining in my sight
blink and you’ll miss, i’m different when it’s night, yeah
[chorus]
woah, y’all got me sick to my soul (to my soul)
like b-tch just stop, yeah
woah, y’all white diamonds old
paint ‘em red gon’ need a mop, yeah
got his girl in bed with no top (with no top, yeah)
tryna give me head, she give me top (give me top, yeah)
ima get you fresh before my ops (before my ops, yeah)
but talk down to me you gon’ get dropped (gon’ get dropped, uh)

- exxy ecstasy

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