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letra de not average - xanman$hawty

[hook: xanman$hawty & scottylean]

got this money by my lonesome, baby you know i’m a soldier
two glocks by my side, know them poles stay posted
gang got the poles posted, c-ck em ready, yea they blowin’
sippin’ on that purple potion, feel that lean up in my colon (ooh)
yeah, lean all in my colon, but you know a n-gg- focused
n-gg- curious whatcha totin’, xanman$hawty keep that blow b-tch!
all we ever had was hope, remember late nights at the stove
ay, real skreet n-gg-, you can’t play me like no hoe
and you won’t catch me playin both, count the guap and count some mo’
i be flexin’ on these n-gg-s, b-tch i ain’t no average joe
yea, me and t no average joes, po’ up the lean, let’s make a toast

[verse 1: xanman$hawty]

elizabeth shawty, where is you at? i got the .40 it blow through yo back
these n-gg-s p-ssy, just like some cats
lil n-gg- snitchin’, i know he gon’ rat
smokin’ gelato, brand new pack
i don’t like to talk, i don’t chit chat
we like the hardy, lil’ bro mad
we gon’ push up, wearin’ all black
can’t f-ck with that hoe, she tried to trap
lil’ b-tch a thot, she eat that gnat
she eat that d-ck, just like a snack
i don’t play around get hit with the gat
i am a pimp, don’t get smacked
we runnin’ routes, but you runnin’ laps
he say “better, don’t make me laugh, you ain’t no rapper, just stick to yo craft.”
don’t come round my block, you get no p-ss
i am the sh-t, but i don’t like to brag
used to be broke, had to get off my -ss
bread, when i’m chasing the bag
she wanna cuff, but i just wanna smash
crashed the porsche, had to hop in the jag (ooh)
ay, i just wanna get to the cash, breakin’ the bank, i can see why they mad
these n-gg-s b-tches, thumb in they -ss
had to refocus, and get back to the bag
baby girl want me, but i cannot do it
young -ss n-gg-, i been going through it
shoot through his brain, leave a n-gg- clueless
he said that he bout it, well lil’ n-gg- prove it
xanman$hawty, i am so ruthless
beatin’ his -ss, leave a n-gg- toothless

[verse 1: scottylean]

grandmama, yea i’m toothless
they like “scotty, how you do it?”
off the boof, feelin’ stupid
off the goop, but i’m not clueless
he a rat, call em rufus, he a rat, call em steward
i can’t ever be apu, off the molly, feelin’ super
who you foolin’? you know you ain’t bout that
mask off, with the scope, aim at his brain, where yo head at?
you ain’t gang, you hang with lames, how you do that?
you want yo pack back? well that’s too bad
b-tch i ain’t no average joe, and you knew that

[hook: xanman$hawty & scottylean]

got this money by my lonesome, baby you know i’m a soldier
two glocks by my side, know them poles stay posted
gang got the poles posted, c-ck em ready, yea they blowin’
sippin’ on that purple potion, feel that lean up in my colon (ooh)
yeah, lean all in my colon, but you know a n-gg- focused
n-gg- curious whatcha totin’, xanman$hawty keep that blow b-tch!
all we ever had was hope, remember late nights at the stove
ay, real skreet n-gg-, you can’t play me like no hoe
and you won’t catch me playin both, count the guap and count some mo
i be flexin’ on these n-gg-s, b-tch i ain’t no average joe
yea, me and t no average joes, po’ up the lean, let’s make a toast (bow, bow, bow! pff)

- xanmanhawty

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