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I was smokin' on a spliff, I was fuckin' on a M.I.L.F I was pushin' up on bitches in the A in a Lyft I was givin' bitches dick, yeah, they treat it like a gift 'Cause a bitch know she ain't gettin' shit from me, I treat it like a M.I.L.F She put her knees where my feet at and blew me like a blimp I fuck that bitch and I leave, yeah, I can't go out like no simp Hell nah, I can't go out like him, hell nah, I can't go out like them Hatin' nigga talkin' 'bout, "I got gems," I got diamonds on every limb I got diamonds, yeah, on every limb I got more bracelets on than that boy got chains I pulled up in the McLaren, then I lost the brain I got these bitches starin' and these niggas callin' me lame But that shit really be lame when these niggas be hatin' It be like when I drop the blunt, it be like when I spill my drank It be like when they doin' too much when I'm tryna withdraw out the bank It be like when 12 fuckin' with us, when I do it, I do every day It's fuck 12 and it's fuck the police, oh yeah, it's fuck the Jakes Free all of my niggas, yeah, locked in the cage X-MAN, I'm a villain, yeah, I'm ready to rage I hop on a plane, then hop out the plane, then rock out the stage Rock a upside down cross, every time I leave my bitch, she burnin' sage I fuck my bitch with my chains on, she love how they clang I told that bitch her pussy the bomb like Saddam Hussein Let me pop this pill, let me pour this blunt, let me pour me up some drank I'm eatin' bad bitch pussy for lunch, my bitch look like Zendaya Ain't no more Teen X, man, 'cause I got the X plays, yeah Letras de cancionesTriple X how she wanna sex, sex, sex, sex, all she wanna do is lay up Balenciaga all on my chest, chest, chest, chest and my pants, they Ravers A nigga can't say, "Ken Carson ain't on shit", look at the swag I gave her Look at the shit I made up Look at these niggas I raged up Look at these bitches I slayed Wait, nah, I don't claim her Disrespect Disrespect this shit, you gon' die 'bout it Pull up solid, well, yeah, we gon' hop out it He was stealin', so now he gon' die 'bout that Got fifteen gold racks that's a stack, stack, stack And it's up for these niggas that's screamin' (Nah, he ain't—he's not even Teen X, fuck him) Fuck your gang, bitch, on God X-MAN X, X, X-MAN Yeah From Letras Mania