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letra de march! - xanakin skywok

march! lyrics
[intro: xanakin skywok]
ayy, addison, you tryna play my rusty trombone?
xanakin skywok
av got that drip, ho
yeah!

[verse 1: xanakin skywok]
choppa go “boom” like a n-gga doin beatbox
three glocks hot, got ’em smokin’ like the weed spot (yeah!)
we rock chops that gon’ drop you like a tree top
rerock rock, flintstones in this teapot (yeah!)
yada, yada, yada, chimichangas, gas on the weed scale
w-w-w-we snort scale, never give a b-tch free nails (uh!)
three or four sh-lls put a n-gga in a story tale (huh, huh)
p. sales can’t stay sober, i’ma need bail

[verse 2: yung kage]
don’t talk to me when ya mans is on the sideline
b-tch, give me neck, got me looking at her bird’s eye
b-tch rubbernecking while i’m givin’ her the third eye
third eye blasting out her mind, that’s the third time
blow her brains, bet yo’ girl’s eleven, man, that’s really strange
24/7 got yo’ b-tch call me “yung kage”
told her, “b-tch, yippie kai yay, hit the highway”
kage chilling up with xan’, we at the feng shui
baby girl, it just be a thursday, throw it back
blow her back, nut up on her eyes, give her cataracts
cadillac, whip it on the track while i’m getting a lap
she a snack, but i’m on a fast, so let’s make it fast
[chorus: xanakin skywok]
marching band in her pants, she love it (ayy!)
told me that blow her back to f-ck it
baby back, gave her back, i busted
gave her that baby back, she sucked it (woah!)
hold me, back hold me back
you don’t wanna know me bad, i’ll smoke your pack
i’m about to turn your ass from rich to rags
as quick as that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
my wrist drip like my d-ck to match your b-tch

[verse 3: xanakin skywok]
choppa got financed
put ’em on a bystand
light ’em like a nighstand
roll ’em like vyvanse (molly!)
smart ass p-ssy, these n-ggas, they wanna fight that
bite that, loading up autotune on their ipad (ah!)
so let’s chase ’em, put ’em on a little verge of breaking
hi, your girl is brown, so asamalak-m
shalom, she gonna do little too like j.lo, no halo (yo!)
my d-ck bang on her drums like, “oh” (oh!)
playing no her p-ssy flute go—
three b-tches on me, i’m mojo
draco on me, han solo (oh!)
bad camp b-tch, play me like the flute
got nut on her tooth, her b-tt on my shoes
john cena, you can’t see me
you can’t beat me, you can’t really beat me, ooh!
[chorus: xanakin skywok]
marching band in her pants, she love it (ayy!)
told me that blow her back to f-ck it
baby back, gave her back, i busted
gave her that baby back, she sucked it (woah!)
hold me, back hold me back
you don’t wanna know me bad, i’ll smoke your pack
i’m about to turn your ass from rich to rags
as quick as that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
my wrist drip like my d-ck to match your b-tch

- xanakin skywok

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