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letra de xxl freshmen 2018 cypher - part 3 - xxl

[intro: lil pump, blocboy jb, and smokepurpp]
drop that sh-t, esskeet-t
ayy
ooh
ooh
huh
ha
lil pump
yeah
woah, woah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
huh
huh
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
huh
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha
hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, ayy
word, word, that’s on my momma
ayy, yuh

[verse 1: lil pump]
ooh, bust down sittin’ on right wrist
motherf-cker got guns like i was isis
f-ck 5 ho but i ain’t ever wifin’
ugly -ss b-tch look worse than my side b-tch
bust down look like a blizzard
ball so hard you would call me damian lillard
and your mom gave me top, and you still kiss her
ridin’ round with five hoes in the sprinter
look at my diamonds, they shine (ooh)
let them in five at a time (ooh)
she let me hit from behind (ooh)
yeah, ooh
my body dripping in louis (ooh)
i mix it up with the gucci (ayy)
i know your b-tch finna choose me
but i do not f-ck with coogi

[refrain: lil pump]
ooh, bust down sittin’ on left wrist
huh, huh, bust down sittin’ on left wrist
ooh, ooh, bust down sittin’ on left wrist
ooh, ooh, esskeet-t

[verse 2: blocboy jb]
changed the ice up on the bezel
baby girl, you feel the feet like a pedal
if a n-gg- diss the bloc, he gon’ feel some metal
n-gg-, everyday i keep me a beretta
talkin’ cheese, i get cheddar
on another level
pullin’ hoes, i need a lever
i remember days i had the .38 special
i remember days i ride the short bus i’ma special
ooh, i just broke a f-ckin’ rule
i just walked in with this motherf-ckin’ tool
blocboy jb, yeah we gon’ shoot
and i’m with pump and purpp, n-gg- what the f-ck it do
what you just drop, them bands
i don’t think these n-gg-s stand a chance
in the lead and this sh-t come from france
i got a b-tch, she come from j-pan, ayy

[refrain: lil pump]
ooh, ooh, bust down sittin’ on left wrist
bust down sittin’ on right wrist
bust down sittin’ on left wrist
bust down sittin’ on right wrist
bust down sittin’ on left wrist
ooh, bust down sittin’ on right wrist

[verse 3: smokepurpp]
lay a n-gg- down on the motherf-ckin’ carpet
pistol in my pocket in the club, i like to start sh-t
n-gg- try to play me like a b-tch and i’ma rob him
pull up to his granny’s in a truck and we gon’ pop him
bankroll? that’s a mini stack
pull up on yo’ block, b-tch i’m blowin’ racks
i can’t f-ck with n-gg-s, all these n-gg-s rats
you’re getting lost in the sauce, here’s a f-cking map
n-gg-s sneak dissing ’till we pop out at the trap spot
b-tch i keep a mac, and i ain’t talkin’ macintosh
yeah, yeah, on that red dot
lookin’ like a hindu when i put him on that red dot

[refrain: lil pump]
ooh, ooh, bust down sittin’ on left wrist
bust down sittin’ on right wrist
bust down sittin’ on left wrist
bust down sittin’ on right wrist

[outro: lil pump]
ooh, ooh, ooh
bust down, bust down, bust down, on left wrist
bust down, bust down, bust down, on right wrist
bust down, bust down, bust down, on left wrist
bust down, bust down, bust down, on right wrist
ooh, ooh, ooh
esskeet-t!

- xxl

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