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Legixnn
Legixnn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Legixnn
Legixnn
Songwriter
Manuel Dobson III
Manuel Dobson III
Composer

Lyrics

Crazy white man, why did you wake up and kill everybody on your block?
I'm 12 different personalities, 12 different, how unusual, we'll have to study this
Crazy n***a, why did you wake up and kill everybody at BET, or your job?
Because I'm 12 different personalities
Oh really n***a?
Well pick who you want to be, or some n***a's going to jail
I'm your friend, you don't give a damn
A n***a's going to jail
Who am I, look into my eyes, crank my overdrive
It's a vibe, it's a, it's a vibe, you will not survive
Running high, this is suicide, this is suicide
Six million ways to die, I'll let you decide
Who am I, look into my eyes, crank my overdrive
It's a vibe, it's a, it's a vibe, you cannot survive
Running high, this is suicide, this is suicide
Six, six, six million ways to die, I'll let you decide
Yeah, zero to a hundred, I'm in overdrive
What, what, what, I take it there, I'm lit and you decide
Yeah, can it ever be me, even if you try
Nah, let's get by my fast like I'm into a hottie
Let it show me love until I blow up
Nah, man, fuck it with me, I'm in low blood
Yeah, but now I'm going viral like the Cro-Sus
What, still they coming to us like they don't know us
Yo, bitch, you two-faced, ain't no Harvey
I'm in Florida, fuck your Barbies
Bitch got whopper, call her Cardi
Ask you out, but ain't no shawty
Bitch, you two-faced, ain't no Harvey
I'm in Florida, fuck your Barbies
Bitch got whopper, call her Cardi
Ask you out, but ain't no shawty
Who am I, look into my eyes, crank my overdrive
It's a vibe, it's a, it's a vibe, you will not survive
Running high, this is suicide, this is suicide
Six million ways to die, I'll let you decide
Who am I, look into my eyes, crank my overdrive
It's a vibe, it's a, it's a vibe, you cannot survive
Running high, this is suicide, this is suicide
Six, six, six million ways to die, I'll let you decide
I'm still gonna fuck you to your face
I ain't tryna catch no case
But I'm in your house like the repairman
Hammer on my waist
Any day, any time, any place
He better show up in a cape
Or that ****'s getting scraped
Scraped like the bottom of the bowl
Straight from the bottom of the gold
All y'all get is the crumbs
I'm all at the bottom of the stove
Hair track in my spaz on
These fake ass **** won't last long
And they know I came from outer space
This just a planet I crashed on
Written by: Legixnn, Manuel Dobson III
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