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letra de vanilla bean - xavy rusan

[chorus]
why they be down at the news of me up? (news of me up)
shawty, she down, she be choosin’ me up (choosin’ me up)
i pour this brown wit’ the juice in my cup
tell the dj play me some pimpin’ that’ll loosen me up
why they be hurtin’ at the thought of me up? (thought of me up)
shawty she wit’ it, she gon’ swallow me up (she gon’ swallow me up)
i mix the liquor wit’ the juice in my cup
tell the dj to play some pimpin’ that’ll loosen me up

[verse 1]
they want me to sugarcoat it, but you know that i can’t
’cause half the sh-t thеy talkin’, it don’t go with the rank
bag blowin’, back blowin’, or i’m blowin’ the dank
i got a hunnid on the gas, twеnty mo’ on the tank
my legend status been solidified
drop toppin’ back when n-ggas couldn’t get a ride
we not the same and they mad that i’m well aware
bask in it, i’m the sh-t, n-gga, smell the air
i’m globe trottin’, my check comin’ from stockholm
so if you wonderin’, i am probably not home
but see, they f-ckin’ wit’ it ’cause it resonate, not ’cause the residence
presidential suite, pocket full of dead presidents
i be posted in the ‘burbs, top chopped guillotine
silk cranberry, scented like vanilla bean (okay)
lately i’m the only n-gga look like it sound
spittin’ game by the gallon, blowin’ kush by the pound, like
[chorus]
why they be down at the news of me up? (news of me up)
shawty, she down, she be choosin’ me up (choosin’ me up)
i pour this brown wit’ the juice in my cup
tell the dj play me some pimpin’ that’ll loosen me up
why they be hurtin’ at the thought of me up? (thought of me up)
shawty she wit’ it, she gon’ swallow me up (she gon’ swallow me up)
i mix the liquor wit’ the juice in my cup
tell the dj to play some pimpin’ that’ll loosen me up (ayy)

[verse 2]
too jiggy, there ain’t much that they could do wit’ me (no)
grew quickly, blew sticky in the doohickey (yuh)
flu sickly, i could never need you wit’ me
please miss me wit’ it if it got nothin’ to do wit’ me
gettin’ bread, bad b-tches call me xavy crouton
really outside, what the f-ck is you on?
you could never see me blowin’ blunts out in rio
when i stick the head in, she like, “¡ay, dios mio!”
i’m a livin’ legend baby, i’m forever the g.o.a.t.‎‎ ‎
history won’t never find a n-gga better to quote
you be on the type of sucka sh-t i’d never promote
i keep a ghetto brown queen, one h-ll of a throat
like why they mad? i could peep it thru the halfway cheesin’
we’ll be gettin’ paper when it’s past they season
told her all aboard, this the last train leavin’
wake up every morning, treat it like ya last day breathin’, i’m like
[chorus]
why they be down at the news of me up? (news of me up)
shawty, she down, she be choosin’ me up (choosin’ me up)
i pour this brown wit’ the juice in my cup
tell the dj play me some pimpin’ that’ll loosen me up
why they be hurtin’ at the thought of me up? (thought of me up)
shawty she wit’ it, she gon’ swallow me up (she gon’ swallow me up)
i mix the liquor wit’ the juice in my cup
tell the dj to play some pimpin’ that’ll loosen me up (ayy)

- xavy rusan

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