letra de pirate - xaviersobased
(intro: xaviersobased & elibanss)
oh he talkin hot, pull up on em, and he running
evil smirk up on my face, you know i’m up to something
yeah i got on me, imma up it, and i’m bussin’
yeah my n—- ksuuvi off a perc, and he buggin (yo ren, stop playing with these n—-‘s man)
see that sh-t up on ya shoes, i spent on my drank
you see that sh-t you rap about, i really got it on my waist
never love a b-tch, finna get it tatted on my face
talkin’-
i’m 34 years old, and i’m dying
yo ren, what the f-ck we doing?
(verse 1: xaviersobased)
walk up in the store and all these b-tches tryin’ love me
walk up in the club, and all thesе b-tches tryin’ f-ck me
all i do is make music, and skatе, boy i love it
walk up in this b-tch with 2 poles, and i’m like “f-ck it”
this b-tch is like “oh that’s xav, i wanna f-ck him”
walk into the function with the fake, yeah mclovin
oh yeah, i got zay to my right, boy don’t bug him
all these n—-‘s say they gettin’ money, boy that’s nothing
oh that n—- talkin’? uh-
oh he talkin hot, pull up on em, and he running
evil smirk up on my face, you know i’m up to something
yeah i got on me, imma up it, and i’m bussin’
yeah my n—- ksuuvi off a perc, and he buggin
yeah he buggin’
if you think you finna, uh-
oh you think you finna get a feat for free? well then boy you buggin’
yeah, lil shawty on my body, she with me and b-tch we f-ckin’
if i got the pole on me then imma up it
up it on n—-, h-ll nah it’s no discussion, uh
yeah you know i get the bag, and then i run it up
yeah you know i get the bag, and then i run it up
get the bag, b-tch i run it
uh, get the bag, b-tch i run it, aye
(verse 2: elibanss)
throw it up, you see all the b-tches grab the cake
i got yo b-tch in my pants tryin’ grab the snake
n—-‘s talkin sh-t, i hit the whip, and then i grab the drake
i’ma c-ck it back, and flip gang like a milkcrate
see that sh-t up on ya shoes, i spent on my drank
you see that sh-t you rap about, i really got it on my waist
never love a b-tch, finna get it tatted on my face
talkin’ down on the clip, put a bullet in ya brain
b-tch we in the city droppin’ fours in the f-ckin’ range
shoutout tenkay, drugs f-ckin’ up my f-ckin’ brain
i feel like detergent, n—- you a f-ckin’ stain
you know i be swervin’, and stay in my d-mn lane
b-tches call me papi in the party, poppin’ champagne
rich n—-‘s to the right, and k!llers to my left
i got st–z in my soul, i’ma swag til my death
talk down, up a 556 to ya chest
(outro: xaviersobased)
walk up in the store and all these b-tches tryin’ love me
walk up in the club, and all these b-tches tryin’ f-ck me
all i do is make music, and skate, boy i love it
walk up in this b-tch with 2 poles, and i’m like “f-ck it”
this b-tch is like “oh that’s xav, i wanna f-ck him”
walk into the function with the fake, yeah mclovin
oh yeah, i got zay to my right, boy don’t bug him
all these n—-‘s say they gettin’ money-
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