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XXL Freshmen 2020 Cypher - Part 3 Lyrics - Artist : XXL
[Fivio Foreign:]
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Viral, baow, ooh, yeah Viral, yeah, uh [Mulatto:] Growin' up, my favorite rapper was Gucci I feel like that say it all I got a bag and pay for my sister's tuition I paid it off, I'ma boss on my ex nigga, laid him off If I rap it, I wrote it, I make the calls Who else do you know that came from a TV show Turned down a deal and still taking off? Hm Real gutter, bitch, I'm from Clayco' Birkin so big, fit the Draco Bitch better find her somebody to play with 'Fore I get her tucked like some Play-Doh, huh I make him slurp me, alfredo, huh He eat me out in a raincoat Pussy like lean, I put him to sleep He say, "Your shit cut with that karo" I don't gotta rap about sex But this shit way too good not to brag on I ain't even fuck a rap nigga yet But if Fivio want to, then I ain't gon' pass on Yeah, bitch, I get my MAC on He ain't trickin', I skip him like bad songs I drip-dropped a hundred on jewelry during a pandemic Yeah, my money that long I donated too, so don't mock me They like outside of rap, what's your hobby? Is shittin' on bitches a hobby? Insecure bitch that make her nigga block me We sixty-nine, no Tekashi Difference is he better not go tell nobody I was just watching this cypher last year now Look at me now, only God can stop me [24kGoldn:] Hey, outta control, I'm doing shows In quarantine over the FaceTime She wanna rock, I wanna roll Overseas, over the dateline Dropped out of college, but I'm still a freshman I'm 'bout to blow up in every direction I need to know if we share a connection or not 'Cause then I'm just stirring the pot I got it hot, niggas is talkin' a lot But don't really talk when they flop I got a mop to clean up the mess That they made on my way to the tippity-top, bippity-bop Supercalifragilistic expeditious, spin off the block I got a plaque, and some rockets, some rap on my back So just wait 'til you see me do pop, uh Got your girl TikTok'ing to my shit I see Fivi' in the cut Woo-walkin' in this bitch I see Cal' gettin' wild, see this style too legit And Mulatto, she a queen Put a crown on that head, hey I don't want fans, I want stans Tattoo my name on your neck so it last I don't do free, need a fee Somethin' to tuck in these bell bottom jeans You know I'm too legit to quit, we do this everyday From L.A. to the Bay, you know we never play [Fivio Foreign:] Yeah Look, uh, all this ice on I gotta roll with the Python Uh, shooter, shootin' Whatever he laying his sights on They gotta turn up to my songs Big flex, right arm Big flex, bright arm I got different type of Nikes on And I'm not a liar, uh And I don't get tired, uh I got hitmans for sale Uh, and I'm lookin' for a buyer, look I see a opp and it's quiet I see a opp and it's quiet, look He wanna get lit, I set him on fire Wanna get lit, I set him on fire Feds snitchin', talkin' through the wire We find who you is, we figure you out We make you retire, look, uh Word to my mama I sleep with the .40 tucked in my pajamas, look, uh Run up on me and I'ma go bonkers, look, uh I make it hot, sauna, little mami, I am not on ya' You fucked up, you fucked me, that is not karma, look I put the Glocks on you Sendin' shots, those is not warnings, uh I am the top foreign State to state and I was not tourin', look I sit in the seat, look And I catch it if she throw it to me They fallin' asleep But I'd never let them fumble the dream Uh, yeah And I'd never let them humble the team, look And that's comin' from me I call the movers and they comin' at three, grr, baow [Calboy:] Ayy, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy I ain't been getting no sleep 'Cause, nigga, I'm trapping a lot, ayy No, I'm not talking 'bout Polo But niggas be capping a lot, ayy I gotta ride with that Nina 'Cause niggas be yapping a lot, ayy I got some aim with that glizzy I blew his lil' cap off his top, for real I got some boys just locked down in the cage I know some boys from the sandbox Prolly won't see them boys 'til the grave I got some secrets we kept in the streets Prolly gotta take that to the grave Most of my niggas, we came up from nothin' But trappin', bitch, we had it made, for real "And Cal the Wild ain't bring no lyrics with 'em But them niggas with 'em Cal the Wild ain't move no muscle, shorty Bet them niggas get 'em" Uncle Westly taught me how to trap, so I'd grow bigger than 'em Everyday I'm on finessin' shit in some different denim I had problems with my demons, shorty, I been feelin' bitter I had problems with my feelings, shorty, I ain't feelin' better Fell in love, this bitch, she trap, she try to dog me like a kennel If he disrespect the squad, that's on Jawad, we gotta kill 'em [Fivio Foreign:] Baow, we gotta kill 'em Viral 2020 Freshman, grr You got it, gang Baow, uh Yeah, 2020 Freshman This the best one, baow |
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