X on MY Chest

Dior boy who up next
I ain't text back now she upset
Must be x on my chest
Run off em like artest
Love my life ain't no stress
She wanna turn up tell her get dress
She Too good for me I confess
She wanna turn up I'm like oh yes
She under my spell like posses
Aus back on we up next
Aus Back on we up next
Must be x my chest
Thc gang who up next
Lost my love I confess
She broke I confess

I smoke a1 like no flex
I only throw ones if she show breast
Must be a x on my chest
Rob go cray off the high tech
Nigga talk foul he get tech
Shorty talk smarty she get check
I ain't really worried who up next

Yea

It must x on my chest
Cause niggas throwing shots like artest

Shorty turnt and she bad no figure
Pop shit I'm rock town nigga
Crown shit I prefer mine vanilla
Heard we poppin now they wanna get wit us

Damn
It must be a x on my chest
It must be a x on my chest
Cause niggas looking at me like I'm up next



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Writer(s): Austin Fame
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