Luxky Xharm (feat. LuxkyBoogs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm high as hell, I'm sippin' medicine
Damn, this bitch pussy so good
This bitch ain't actin' like a hoe should
You can't come around my way, but I'm in yo hood
And I'm gettin' drugs, off
It's a lot of fiends around
I'm tryin' to drop
It's a lot of fiends around
I'm tryin' to drop a nug off
Wake up tryin' to hug the road
You dyin' if you run off
Nigga, I don't love these hoes
I'm tryin' to get the fuck off
Ridin round with the drake
I'm tryin' to drop a dub off
Talkin' bout that pussy wet, huh
I'm just tryin' to get the head off
Lil' baby got that head comin
Know that bitch gon' have that head for me
Know a nigga want that bread comin
Gettin to this shit like the Roller Runner
Lil baby got that stove running
Cook a nigga, somethin' cause a nigga, ain't no store runner
Bad Puerto Rican lil' bitch
Pussy stayin' wet, and she love to suck dick
Hell nah, lil' baby ain't thick
But she got a lil' ass, and know how to shake it
Feel like Swalee, I ain't got no type
ShakeyVille Native, got a appetite
Might trick a lil' bit, get you what you like
Can get you everything, if you just play it right
Play it right, play it right
Play it right, bitch
This light shit, she like to ride dick without a license
It ain't wintertime, but you know I'll pull up tryin' to ice shit
Four, five glock, extend the clip for all the hype shit
Designer on my body, I put Gucci on my bitch
Don't let me shoot another switch, cause if I shoot it, he gon' flip
I'll put her on the road, so she can shoot another trip
Lazer tag, spot his ass, put a beam all on this shit
Took the boys on the chase, cause it's beams in this
Took the boys on the chase, cause it's drugs in the car
Told a bitch she could die, ain't no love in this heart
Find a lane to stick with it, I'ma run with it far
Bitch, I be servin
Nigga, play with me, I don't get nervous
Hot head nigga, family curses
Use a nigga blood to write in cursive
Nigga, you a bitch, walk around with purses
Told you that these niggas, they be hoes
Knowin' that these niggas playin' roles, they be puttin' on the show
Bitch ass nigga, get exposed
Seen how I did, em on exposure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm high as hell, I'm sippin' medicine
Damn, this bitch pussy so good
This bitch ain't actin' like a hoe should
You can't come around my way, but I'm in yo hood
And I'm gettin' drugs, off
It's a lot of fiends around
I'm tryin' to drop
It's a lot of fiends around
I'm tryin' to drop a nug off
Wake up tryin' to hug the road
You dyin' if you run off
Nigga, I don't love these hoes
I'm tryin' to get the fuck off
Ridin round with the drake
I'm tryin' to drop a dub off
Talkin' bout that pussy wet, huh
I'm just tryin' to get the head off
Lil' baby got that head comin
Know that bitch gon' have that head for me
Know a nigga want that bread comin
Gettin to this shit like the Roller Runner
Lil baby got that stove running
Cook a nigga, somethin' cause a nigga, ain't no store runner
Bad Puerto Rican lil' bitch
Pussy stayin' wet, and she love to suck dick
Hell nah, lil' baby ain't thick
But she got a lil' ass, and know how to shake it
Feel like Swalee, I ain't got no type
ShakeyVille Native, got a appetite
Might trick a lil' bit, get you what you like
Can get you everything, if you just play it right
Play it right, play it right
Play it right, bitch
This light shit, she like to ride dick without a license
It ain't wintertime, but you know I'll pull up tryin' to ice shit
Four, five glock, extend the clip for all the hype shit
Designer on my body, I put Gucci on my bitch
Don't let me shoot another switch, cause if I shoot it, he gon' flip
I'll put her on the road, so she can shoot another trip
Lazer tag, spot his ass, put a beam all on this shit
Took the boys on the chase, cause it's beams in this
Took the boys on the chase, cause it's drugs in the car
Told a bitch she could die, ain't no love in this heart
Find a lane to stick with it, I'ma run with it far
Bitch, I be servin
Nigga, play with me, I don't get nervous
Hot head nigga, family curses
Use a nigga blood to write in cursive
Nigga, you a bitch, walk around with purses
Told you that these niggas, they be hoes
Knowin' that these niggas playin' roles, they be puttin' on the show
Bitch ass nigga, get exposed
Seen how I did, em on exposure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Deekay Rich, Luxky Boogs
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