Song parody of
X-Factor
by ypcdylan
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Un uh, un uh
Yeah
Un uh, un uh, un uh
Yeah
Ypc, how you be
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Damn
Ypc, how you be
I'm in the field I got a X-Factor
I'm in the field and i'm ready to battle
Keep it on hush niggas tattle and they tell
We having gas just like Shell's
I'm going up I gotta prevail
I got bars like a jail
If I get locked I keep it solid
Left that bih she wish me well
Test drive that hoe she got some mileage
Bitch i'm dripping wishing well
You ain't got drip your shit for-sale
Beat come back just like a frisbee
Hit the studio i'm getting jiggy
And if I blow
Then you know
All my brothers coming with me
All my brothers coming with me
And i'm snapping that no kizzy
I keep going like infinity
To the top yeah that where i'm finna be
Glizzy in my denim jeans
But that bih not kin to me
Man these niggas be hating on me
Swear these niggas frenemies
And they wanna be like me
Man I need some plan b's
Put my bih in double c
And my brother real rite
Call of duty young nigga yeah
What your kills like
And I gotta leave the scene
If that shit don't feel right
Robey rolling off a bean
He gotta get his head right
If a nigga play with him
Imma leave em dead tonight
Climbing over all these problems
Trying to reach some better heights
Told my boy just bring your ski
Cause it's time to spend the night
I'm in the field I got a X-Factor
I'm in the field and i'm ready to battle
Keep it on hush niggas tattle and they tell
We having gas just like Shell's
I'm going up I gotta prevail
I got bars like a jail
If I get locked I keep it solid
Un un-uh
Un un-uh
Un uh, un uh
Yeah
Un uh, un uh, un uh
Yeah
Ypc, how you be
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Damn
Ypc, how you be
I'm in the field I got a X-Factor
I'm in the field and i'm ready to battle
Keep it on hush niggas tattle and they tell
We having gas just like Shell's
I'm going up I gotta prevail
I got bars like a jail
If I get locked I keep it solid
Left that bih she wish me well
Test drive that hoe she got some mileage
Bitch i'm dripping wishing well
You ain't got drip your shit for-sale
Beat come back just like a frisbee
Hit the studio i'm getting jiggy
And if I blow
Then you know
All my brothers coming with me
All my brothers coming with me
And i'm snapping that no kizzy
I keep going like infinity
To the top yeah that where i'm finna be
Glizzy in my denim jeans
But that bih not kin to me
Man these niggas be hating on me
Swear these niggas frenemies
And they wanna be like me
Man I need some plan b's
Put my bih in double c
And my brother real rite
Call of duty young nigga yeah
What your kills like
And I gotta leave the scene
If that shit don't feel right
Robey rolling off a bean
He gotta get his head right
If a nigga play with him
Imma leave em dead tonight
Climbing over all these problems
Trying to reach some better heights
Told my boy just bring your ski
Cause it's time to spend the night
I'm in the field I got a X-Factor
I'm in the field and i'm ready to battle
Keep it on hush niggas tattle and they tell
We having gas just like Shell's
I'm going up I gotta prevail
I got bars like a jail
If I get locked I keep it solid
Un un-uh
Un un-uh
