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Luwa Xl and Xyco!
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Hop in the whip Nigga Drive Xyco with me he my slime Picking the bitches we moving around Getting the money not wasting my time We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real Men f*ck how you feel My brother just threw me a rubber band He said Nigga that's a twenty five Trapping outside of the Cullinan Moon roof you can see the sky We got bitches here by the five Smoking that good pack Yeah we smoking that za She ain't no Mrs She want me to feel on her kidney She know that I'm coming inside She gotta oblige Bussing a full load of semen On her face and I cum on her thighs Ain't no surprise They call me XL Is no wonder she feeling The meat in her eyes Yeah I am the god Is no wonder they fell Like the coming of Christ They ringing bells Or the trumpets I'm spitting straight fire Murk Niggas is dire Either ways y'all going to hell Cuz the heat that I'm spewing Be hitting like Ewing Defeating me no way The beat acapella Bitch having it your way Would get you on your knees Like you my kids Took them out Well I guess it was sunday Sunday service saving Hopeless rappers all day Rappers hopeless hoping They making it someday Someday making music We fuse it with money We run it We moving for real We Moving for what We Moving moving for real We Moving for what We Moving moving for real We Moving for what We Moving moving for real We Moving for what We Moving moving for real We Moving for what We Moving moving for real We Moving for what We Moving moving for real We Moving for what We Moving moving for real We Moving for what We Moving moving for real Hop in the whip Nigga Drive Xyco with me he my slime Picking the bitches we moving around Getting the money not wasting my time We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real We moving for real Men f*ck how you feel My brother just threw me a rubber band He said Nigga that's a twenty five Trapping outside of the Cullinan Moon roof you can see the sky We got bitches here by the five Smoking that good pack Yeah we smoking that za She ain't no Mrs She want me to feel on her kidney She know that I'm coming inside She know I'm coming inside (She know I'm coming) Cut a nigga up Serve him to one of my bredrens With chicken and fries (Fries) What's in my pocket a surprise Four five six Leave a nigga thinking he blind Hollow tips yeah They won't miss you I up it and I swear these bullets Might fucking just kiss you (Ummm) Bae what's the issue (Papi I Miss You) She saying papi I miss you My dick in her mouth She drink it like Mizu Diamonds they gleam in the heat too (Shine) ALYX and Moncler on my body Me and my brother We go catch a body And f*ck no yeah We not telling nobody It's like three am right now Just pulled up to the studio Gotta drop that nigga Who been leaking All my music in that Bitch right now Finna get on his ass
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Written by: Jesse Enemuoh, Temiloluwa Afolabi
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