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Feelin' xantastic Weavin' through traffic (weave) Girl, next to me nasty Fine as all get out I reckon she the baddest (bad) She be too attached to me (attached) Might pull out the Aston (Aston) Make 'em all sit up (weave) They say we too flashy (weave) All designer fashion (weave) We ain't never had shit (weave) That's why we gotta put on (weave) Diamonds on me spazzin' (weave) Keepin' this passion (weave) In case you was askin' (weave) Get down for the get down Snortin' cocaine while you're yawning Do everythin' under the sun (doin' everything) Shootin' dice until the morning Like a phone, if you not rock star, you boring (ring) Piccadilly, wrists spilled me, Richard Mille On they wish list, and they riches, really, really Cocaine like a mob boss, taller than my ceiling I can spark a world war, bring me back your kiddy I can be your ring tone Letras de cancionesI'm flyin' to the clouds, yeah And no I ain't comin' down, yeah My mama moved my round, yeah Cloud 9, ninth round, yeah Repeat my sound, yeah Repeat my sound, yeah Feelin' xantastic Weavin' through traffic (we) Girl, next to me nasty Fine as all get out I reckon she the baddest (bad) She be too attached to me (attached) Might pull out the Aston (Aston) Make 'em all sit up (we) They say we too flashy (we) All designer fashion (we) We ain't never had shit (we) That's why we gotta put on (we) Diamonds on me spazzin' (we) Keepin' this passion (we) In case you was askin' (we) It don't really get on I'm walkin' sleep but still awake I honestly can't feel my face, no She askin' me am I okay I shoot a wink and take a drink, yo, yo, yeah What, you don't want me to party? (What don't you want?) What, you gon' want me to molly? You want me stuck in apartment? Family feud with Steve Harvey See out the bullet in Charlotte They showin' ass and titties What you want me to pretend Like all of this don't exist? All of these Xans, they hit All of this cannabis Twist every chance I get Yeah, yeah, yeah I keep sayin' I'ma quit Keep sayin' I'ma quit But every day I contradict Ain't that a bitch? Yeah, yeah, yeah Feelin' xantastic Weavin' through traffic (we) Girl, next to me nasty Fine as all get out I reckon she the baddest (bad) She be too attached to me (attached) Might pull out the Aston (Aston) Make 'em all sit up (we) They say we too flashy (we) All designer fashion (we) We ain't never had shit (we) That's why we gotta put on (we) Diamonds on me spazzin' (we) Keepin' this passion (we) In case you was askin' (we) It don't really get on From Letras Mania