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letra de _n0mad - xang

(verse 1: xang)
stay switchin’ sides like he hannah montana
stay in yo lane all that sh-t for the randoms
hop in that (woah!) skirt off in a phantom
she suckin’ d-ck shawty say that i’m handsome
she playin’ “whatitdo¿?” say it’s her anthem
i had to flip it up, flip it up, add some
we finna stick it up, stick it up, blast some
pull out the gl!ck, make his ass back up some

i got yo b-tch in the crib throwing ass (uh)
hop in that jag had to spazz
hopped in my bag, had to get a lil cash
i’m laughing, you funny, you sh-tty, you mad
my new b-tch so much better than my last
that beef sh-t the past, we pull up with macs
we in a jeep finna creep all black
we stompin’ his-
we stompin’ his hoe ass
you wanna play, wops give you a toe tag
my brothers on that, comin’ with no mask
you got a gun in yo hands, won’t blow that
you droppin’ songs when you ain’t even wrote that
4 in a 4 i can’t joke with yo broke ass, uh
we all know who get the most cash, uh
we all know who goin’ so sad, uh
i travel the world i’m a nomad

(verse 2: wops)
uh, yeah
play with my name, it’s a toe tag
and i’m off the d”usse like “where is the hoes at?”
you say you a shooter like where is yo pole at?
and i’m from the d, my boy xang from the a
i been poppin’ these percy’s, i been up for days
i been getting gassin’ of loud like “what did you say to me?”
and these n—-s they keep on like playing with me

yeah i got that fye
i stay with the heat like i live in miami
finna hit in my crib, i ain’t take off my jammies
i ain’t finna stop till i get me a grammy
we gon’ hit the top that’s the voice of my granny
see, when it get hot, i got b-tches to fan me
and most of these n—-s, they don’t understand me
yeah
i’m on the road everyday like a nomad
know why he mad, cause that n—a get no cash
i hit the mall and drop 5 on yo broke ass
call up the the plug and ask him “where the lows at?”
yeah, yeah
n—a i need me some more of that
pourin’ up drank, man i need me some more act
run from this choppa gon’ look like a slow ass
i’m gettin’ money, they already know that
still getting money my people don’t know bout
book you a show we gon’ come through and show out
dance like a stripper, we bringing them poles out
claiming he real, but that n—a he sold out
i like to drop, pour a 4 in my soda
he gettin’ mad cause his b-tch, she know us
gag on my d-ck till that lil b-tch throw up
yeah, i got some money they call it the glow up
b-tch gettin’ mad cause i never show up
yeah i’m countin’ this cash, i need me some mo’ bucks

(outro: wops)
yeah
live everyday like a nomad
yeah, yeah live everyday like a
f-ck

- xang

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