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letra de you got servin - xanman

[intro]
hey, hey
n-gga, this ain’t no motherf-ckin’ you got served, this you got servin’, n-gga
oh, uh, uh
gotta walk with that stick like, uh, uh
gotta talk to your b-tch like, hold on, hold on, yeah
huh, huh

[verse]
hood n-gga wanna shoot, don’t got a stick at all
pull up and i make the choppa sing, like a christmas song
gave a n-gga fool perc’s, he took fentanyl
walk around with that fat sh-t, feel like sh-ggy dog
i been focused on the street, i’m takin’ adderall
i’m f-ckin’ [?] on the court, feel like basketball
ak straps on my shoulders look like overalls
“xan not a shooter,” okay mister know it all
blow his ass up, his b-tch lookin’ and gettin’ jealous
let the drake sing to a b-tch, like [?]
we gon’ send his ass up, he got good reception
i’m a fraternity n-gga, i’ma keep on steppin’
i call up [?] wherе you at, he gon’ take a perc
brеak up with a b-tch, she beggin’ me to make it work
we just backdoored a n-gga, this a crazy earth
k!ll a n-gga, we gon’ tell his hood to make some merch
street n-gga still in the field, i got shoulder pads
opps high and keep on puttin’ on corona masks
put him on a grill, literally we smoked his ass
baow, baow, he don’t even got an open cask
n-ggas sayin’ “hey, shoot,” wanna be like us
put a b-tch in a tesla, like elon musk
who family shootin’ sh-t, even my g’ma tough
put a b-tch in a bag, now she hilary duff
where the money at, n-gga, ’cause we need enough
my n-ggas demon, don’t come to ’em with that jesus stuff
my pockets filled with that cheese, like some pizza crust
i hoppin’ out with that fire sh-t, she gon’ eat it up
a n-gga not even street, he don’t know nothin’
i was out for six months, eatin’ cold cutters
my white plug keep tellin’ me “oh brother”
gucci hat to the side, i’m a tow trucker
my grandmother raised shooters, like four brothers
shoot a n-gga happy hour, we at fuddruckers
nate robinson got hit with the upper cutter
you got two glocks, but they jammed, they dumb and dumber
i slam a n-gga on his ass, i’m takin’ under
i could’ve signed with ysl, i stayed with gunna
give a b-tch a plan b, no baby mother
i walk around with them six’s, like who your plumber?
[outro]
i’m on probation walkin’ around with that fire sh-t
still on probation walkin’ around with that fire sh-t
uh, uh, uh
i walk, uh, walk with the stick, walk, uh-huh
walk with the—, huh, huh

- xanman

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