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xxxtracredit Lyrics - Artist : Rob Stone
Zaytoven
Yuh, yuh, yuh Young mothafuckin' Rob $tone in this bitch God damn Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh It's 1207 to the top boy I see you tweeting, talking, but you acting phony And nigga I don't need the clout Don't need the cameras on me You must've thought your mans was bad You gassed up on him till I had to press the button Press the gas and press up on him This a warning Don't come back to California I won't even hit your shawty My dick too expensive for her I guess the question who got hits 'Cause you ain't lookin' for me I sent all my hitters out to get ya Ya'll some ten year old kids Tweetin' like this "I'll fuck your mom little bitch" $ki Mask you actin' like you wasn't on tour jealous of me Flexin' on me, I told you don't test me homie How your mans gon' leave you out here hangin' You should question homie XXX is extra credit for me I don't need tentacion I need bands and diamonds blingin' on me XXX you resurrected on me I'll wax you niggas on the block [?] Okay now let me get this, why you beat a pregnant women? My nigga who can rock with that, you need a lesson for it And second off you actin' soft depressed lil' homie And you put my number out Now that's some shit a groupie hoe would do But please don't make me talk about the video Mask off, ass out, if you didn't know And then you post one of a dumb bitch out here givin' throat Stating that's my baby mama but she barely left out Diego You niggas is gay hoes, better do as I say so Know your mama mad she can't ever confess you ugly Direct lil' homie, stainless at ya neck I'm bugglin' Won't you Etch A Sketch or somethin' Address ain't correct or nothin' XXX is extra credit for me I don't need tentacion I need motivation, cash or somethin' XXX you resurrected on me I knew that you would be who mad When you see me on your screen XXX this extra credit for me XXX this ain't a test, I'm turntin' XXX you extra weird and harmless Don't be pressin' on me I can X you out the game you started XXX this extra credit for me XXX this ain't a test, I'm turntin' XXX you extra weird and harmless Don't be pressin' on me I can X you out the game you started Yeah nigga it's young mufuckin' Rob $tone up in this bitch Its 1207 to the top boy! Look nigga, I done told you nigga I ain't playing no games with you niggas, look They didn't want me to get violent 'Cause we done beat your home boy up in LA You better not bring your ass out to San Diego Nigga we ain't even gonna let you in the building Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yuh! Like I said, like I said They ain't want me to get violent So, so, listen, listen, listen Get to the music my nigga I'ma tell you right now just get to the music my nigga Aye Drake, you ain't even gotta worry about this little nigga I got you homie ha-ha-ha-ha, yuh, yuh Hey XXX, aye XXX, hey, hey XXX! Yeah, its 1207 to the top boy! I'm out this bitch man Let me get back to my mufuckin' money man I'ma get back to my debut album Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh |
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