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letra de sirens - xanman

paranoid riding ‘round with that choppa inside the whip b-tch
n-gga stop bluffin’, you ain’t gon rock out with that stick b-tch
malibu’s most wanted, i drop a hundred, this ain’t no picnic b-tch
tech deck with the tec, that means this choppa ‘bout to flip a b-tch

(hol hol hol hol hol hol
-beat switch-
n-gga stop playing ‘fore i muhf-ckin’ )
b-tch!

i’m riding around with the uzi
put a body inside of my yard like boosie
i don’t know how to act like the n-ggas on tubi
wanna spy on the kid, game over like junie
b-tch titties out on the stage and i’m signing her b00by
bad b-tch, she wanna go tonight
b-tch n-gga don’t even shoot when he rolling dice
i’m trying to brace a n-gga, he got an overbite
n-gga this drac’ thing got a strobing light
n-gga got hit with 60, not the rolling type
migo plug push up on a motorbike
bush on my head, i’m looking like dolemitе
bush on my head, ain’t talking the twin towers
i got a big ass drac’, my stick loudеr
give me a 9, i’ll stretch to a brick house
b-tch you ain’t serving, you don’t even serve ounces
you can’t box us in, i’ma turn out
i’m amy winehouse with a wine glass
all of them war stories with your lying ass
told her to come here with her fine ass, i’m trying to f-ck a b-tch to brent faiyaz
he died 2 years ago, you let time pass
slide in all black, i turned down the contrast
got the same stick as selena gomez
b-tch it’s a free car, we got no tags
b-tch i’m bilingual, my man george lopez
shot up his hood, my b-tch wanna show ass
i shot the stick so much broke the pole mag
i got the stick on tuck on the moped
i got this b-tch trying to f-ck with her grown ass
give me a 3 of the tris and i’m on ass
b-tch named karma she think she a [?]
blood in the tub, twelve think it’s a bomb bath
i mean bath bomb
i’ma walk down with that sh-t and i act calm
these n-ggas don’t know sh-t i’ma drop bombs
b-tch n-gga don’t wanna link like dot com
n-gga i hang out the van like a soccer mom
roll his body in a rug like it’s ramadan
after we get in a shootout it’s quiet calm
you wanna be with serve, you gotta serve a bomb
bomb in the drac’ got a cast you can sign my arm
run in this house you get off’d, set alarm
go in the elevator, i’m the new solange
too much money buy my b-tch a new salon
shoot up the studio, now the producer harmed
b-tch how you serving you ain’t never heard of me
shot a n-gga- ( 911 what’s your emergency?)
blood dried up, that sh-t lookin’ burgundy
hang out the window no cup on, no courtesy
give me a 30 to sniff and a glock it’s a [?]
i robbed everybody b-tch how you ain’t heard of me
n-ggas be phineas, lookin like ferb to me
hercules, switching my [?]
verbally you try to step to a n-gga, make murder scenes
10 on his head, this her bbl surgery

- xanman

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