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letra de like tony 5 intro - xanman

[intro]
hey, hey, hey, hey
hey-aye, hey-aye, hey-aye

[hook]
hey, you-ah
still put the racks up in the safe, ouu-ah
that n-gga not real, he with the jakes, ouu-ah
i wanna know why you in my face, i don’t know who you are

[verse 1]
i wanna make the margiela my jacket, ooh
one day, i’ll have it
how do y’all hate when we ride past?
chanel bag got five rackets
street n-gga in saint laurent
i’ma walk down like lebron
we don’t got jobs, man we on
i remember when i had lockjaw
i remember when n0body cared
who you lil’ n-ggas? n0body scared
with the snakes like sanjay and craig
chopper rob a n-gga, try take his bread
ooh, i only want the bop, give me head
where you at, holmes? b-tch, i’m right here
hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier
lil’ n-gga know i got the drum, like an ear
take the plug down when i hit him with the spear
they call me david blaine when i make him disappear
ain’t hit her from the front, but i’ma hit her from the rear
got the wock in the bottle, n-gga, i ain’t drinking beer
if a street n-gga, only n-gga you ain’t seen here
alias u-u, riding ’round with a spear
down bad, gotta hope that they be spinning like a pear
if the lil’ n-gga broke, he might need every pair
ouu, ouu

[hook]
hey, you-ah
still put the racks up in the safe, ouu-ah
that n-gga not real, he with the jakes, ouu-ah
i wanna know why you in my face, i don’t know who you are
yeah, yeah, yeah
hey, you-ah
still put the racks up in the safe, ouu-ah
that n-gga not real, he with the jakes, ouu-ah
i wanna know why you in my face, i don’t know who you are
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
lil’ f-ck n-gga still wanna pocket watch me
but they forgot ’bout the mini uzi
put him on the block, yeah, i got a pocket rocket
next day, bad b-tch in the mini cooper
shooter with dreads, i’ma call that n-gga lil uzi
tenth grade, making plays on my uncle’s scooter
n-gga look cap, with the mac that protect the cooler
word around town saying xan not the shooter
street sh-t, that can turn kryptonite to lex luther
you got a dog? i’ma pull it out the pet coop
fly sh-t, stepping on margielas, i’m a jet fueler
i’m a real n-gga, i don’t do all the rumors
n-gga on a n-gga now i’ma call him fushie
bad b-tch [?] i’ma call her juicy
cuz zay move plugs, why he ain’t moved it?
and a bad b-tch ’bout to make a main movie

- xanman

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