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letra de xxl freshmen 2023 cypher - part 2 - xxl

[intro]
(yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

[verse 1: rob49, sleazyworld go & 2rare]
yeah
n-ggas ain’t see my vision, no, before folk came through with them whips
with all them ceilings off, them n-ggas ain’t never show no love (yeah)
they tryna leave me in that mud (what else?), that’s why i feel a way
n-ggas who showed love back then wanna see me dead, yeah
man, they gotta try something else, that hatin’ sh-t ain’t working, huh
ghost came with the curtains, bad hoes see me and get nervous, n-gga (yeah)
i know what it take, you won’t boss up from the workеr, n-gga (yeah)
i know what it take to make that track jump likе a hurdle, n-gga (eh)
you ain’t on that ground no more, you ain’t goin’ ham no more (eh)
i guess n-ggas goin’ broke, just like that, sh-t got exposed (eh)
i been in miami, on a boat, f-ckin’ the baddest hoes (eh)
folk been countin’ money up for a week, d-mn, that cramp my arm (eh)
but will said them n-ggas want them dead, told them, “no, they don’t”
jomo ridin’ ’round with a butcher knife, bro-bro cuttin’ up
you can’t name a n-gga in this city who sold more bags than us (yeah)
i don’t care where them n-ggas from (yeah), need that pack, i’m poppin’ up (yeah)
he think i wasn’t gon’ hear what he be sayin’ ’bout a n-gga (huh?)
i just hope he know i heard, but if he say it, then he meant it (no cap)
she f-ck me and f-ck my bruh, i’m tryna see if we can flip her
this a new h-llcat durango, none of these whips ain’t rented, n-gga
[verse 2: sleazyworld go & rob49]
uh, uh, uh, uh
ain’t think i make it, but i did
went from totin’ glocks to tops, lightin’ up sh-t up like they said
they like, “all you rap ’bout k!llin'”, i’m like, “sh-t, that’s how i live”
ain’t no standard clips in these, these got extensions like they wigs
r.i.p. to all the rappers that have lost they life to guns
f-ck all that puttin’ them guns down, wanna survive? then get you one
think the glizzy know ice spice how this b-tch like to munch
my shooter’s short, but like columbus, he know how to stunt, yeah, he know how to step
baghdad know only blow sh-t, we call his ass the ref’
i don’t do sh-t without my dog, i feel like johnny test (yeah)
i pay gorillas to rap sh-t, in the hood, i’m gotti (yeah)
my lil’ n-gga tryna strike sh-t, he look like lil yachty (skrrt)
she eat d-ck and don’t play with it, nicknamed her lola brooke (h-ll yeah)
my shorty don’t take off the ski, call him pgf nuk (gon’ get up)
i’m still a baby with this chop, make n-ggas’ taco duck
i mean duck taco
if it’s smoke, put it on the floor, i want a b-tch like latto (latto)
went from the hood to overseas, takin’ trips to cabo (cabo)
facts, 7.62’s turn a sedan into a hatchback
and ain’t no sending shots at me without a clapback
let’s get it

[verse 3: dc the don, sleazyworld go, luh tyler & 2rare]
ah-ah, ah-ah, who that? it’s the man
geeked up in the party, we don’t pop no xans (let’s go)
pi’erre made the f-cking beat, i play with them bands (let’s go, gang)
gelato #33, i’m high as f-ck, i’m tryna land (ski)
yo’ baby mama keep on textin’ me, “don’t leave ’em with them kids” (let’s go, grrt)
he get robbed for show, got 49ers in the field (let’s go, grrt)
there go rubi rose, i’m with luh tyler in the mix (grrt)
i did ’em filthy out of town like i’m producer ’round this b-tch, ayy (let’s go)
greedy like i’m d-mn near broke as f-ck like they ain’t pay the fee
what you need? we got .223, red beams and arps
talk my sh-t so f-ckin’ much, this sh-t go down from a to z (let’s go)
like, what you need? b-tch, i’m fresh off the leash, i feel like freaky t (let’s go)
who gon’ run that bag? b-tch, it’s me or me (let’s go)
who ran up that bag? b-tch, it’s me on me (let’s do it, c’mon, ayy)
walk through your party with shades on, too cool n-gga, i’m feelin’ like mase, huh
tell yo’ lil’ n-gga to chill out before we pull up and just spray out the place, uh
mr. miyagi, i’m fly as h-ll, and my name is ringin’ bells
hold on, hold on
[verse 4: luh tyler & rob49]
think i got some sh-t to say, it’s time to hit the booth
why the f-ck these n-ggas always hatin’? ain’t tryna get no loot
i can’t lie, that b-tch can’t come this way if that lil’ b-tch ain’t cute
i wake up every day and chase that pape’, that’s something you should do
i done took a lot of n-ggas’ b-tches, that’s why they don’t like me
pull up to the jeweler, drop that bag and tell that n-gga, “ice me”
i been runnin’ through these racks, i swear this sh-t get pricey
all them b-tches sh-tted on me back then, wanna be my wifey (yeah)
all these b-tches love me, but these n-ggas hate me (okay)
he ain’t tryna get no money, swear that sh-t so crazy
know it’s a hit when i put some lyrics on the beat (what else?)
i kinda feel myself today, amiri’s on my feet (yeah)
i just took some, another ten, that’s twenty for the week
i’m in here higher than a f-ck, p-ssy, can’t you tell? (yeah)
i’m on xxl, i gotta give ’em h-ll
ski

[verse 5: tiacorine & 2rare]
like who in the f-ck you talk to?
menu, just pay me the walk-through
you be lookin’ like me ’cause i taught you
i ain’t wanna get back, but i got to
we gon’ shoot at your foot, metatarsal
we gon’ fight in this b-tch like it marvel
we gon’ open yo’ b-tch, novel
we gon’ put you in dirt, fossil
oh, i got bread in my head, waffle
and that p-ssy look just like falafel
i got the sh-ll with the beef, need a taco
b-tches be talkin’, they p-ssy, el gato (what else?)
there’s two b-tches on me, paco (go)
i like dark-skin b-tches, charcoal
i make a move on that b-tch, auto
f-ck on them n-ggas, get money, motto
i keep flexin’, they thought i was macho
make it rain in this b-tch, pr-nto
uh-huh
[verse 6: 2rare, rob49 & luh tyler]
cable, if it’s up, tell ’em please come direct
they want ’em fire sticks, n-ggas, b-tches all on the— (twin, yeah)
i got the whole world really shakin’ they hips
uzi and drake, you know how sticky that get, uh-huh
yeah, aren’t you into that sh-t? uh-huh
yeah, you gon’ get peeled for that diss, uh-huh, uh-huh
in my bag like groceries
really jam sh-t, like kool-aid, you so sweet
ain’t no peace made, i’m still ridin’ ’round town ’cause i’m street-made
i’ll hit you from the neck up like a keychain
this sh-t give a n-gga goosebumps, who get remade
hit ’em, then we spin’ ’em right back, that’s a replay
they steady hatin’ me, cake like the bakery
k!lled ’em with success, it was r.i.p.
uh, schooled ’em like truancy, you ain’t tryna d-i-e
leave me alone like the ppp
’cause i, ’cause i, uh, ’cause i
’cause i stay g, rockin’ gucci, b-tch, i’m g-ed up
last n-gga ever crossed me needed jesus
he caught one, late before ten on the b-board
sweaty with his hoodie up, yeah, slim reaper
whistles blow, i can’t fold, won’t put these cleats up
i got stripes, just ask bro, we like adidas
i ain’t got no va, but you ain’t got no vehicle (yeah)
road to the riches, what the f-ck a gps gon’ do? (yeah)
uh, do, uh, do, uh, do
you can’t even ride for me ’cause my trust on e
n-gga, you a b-tch, put it on your license, please
all y’all pillow talking like hoes should die in y’all sleep
bro put them l’s and my mom won’t stress in the streets, what he say?
’cause my eye’s twitching, that mean that some bodies talking (yeah)
7.62’s, they like problem solvers
first, you hit his top, watch his body fall down
now he baby boy, watch his body crawlin’, uh-huh

[outro: sleazyworld go, 2rare, rob49 & luh tyler]
yeah, yeah (hey), yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (twin), yeah (twin)
woah (ayy, ayy), woah, woah, woah
what up? what up? what up? what up?
ski, ski, brrt

- xxl

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