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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xavy Rusan
Xavy Rusan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Hollingshed
Anthony Hollingshed
Composer
Michael Xavier Westerfield
Michael Xavier Westerfield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jharee
Jharee
Producer

Lyrics

Aye, look
Labels blowin’ up my line they got me missin’ calls
Told her you ain’t gotta hit me ‘til you lickin’ b****
Feel like Xavy F baby, I be cooler than the mink weather
Make a Coke bottle gimme brain 'til I think better
Back up on my s*** again
Hangin’ out wit Benjamin
Franklin got me stankin’ in the Lankin talkin’ dividends
Look at what we did again
Brought the water, dippin in
Down in Texas on them elbows where ya digits bend
All these n***** p**** I can smell it through the audio
Lappin’ everybody got me workin’ on my cardio
Party over daddy home
Creepin’ out the caty comb
Straight from underground I got these mothaf***** mad he on
I been kick pushin on my grind since the ProSkate
I don’t f*** wit n*****
You would figure that I’m pro hate
Chillin in the cut like a scab ready to peel n*****
You ain’t gotta like it, I promise you gotta deal wit us
Used to be friendly I’m off that ‘n I’m on bidness
All I been seeing is flawed jewelry and fake digits
So when I tell ‘em I’m the coldest it ain’t superstition
Every time you see me you gon’ find me in a new position, n****…
F*** you mean
Look
Ain’t have to tell ‘em I’m the truth I think they knew it
Don’t like to talk about the s*** I like to do it
So while these other n***** hungry goin’ through it
You see me thumbin’ thru these hunnids gettin’ to it
Ain’t have to tell ‘em I’m the truth I think they knew it
Don’t like to talk about the s*** I like to do it
So while these other n***** hungry goin’ through it
You see me thumbin’ thru these hunnids gettin' to it
I told her f***her fat a** do you have Meg knees?
I’ma need that right after the h*** please
Bet ya b**** leave way before my bread leave
Got ‘em Googlin the caption tryna see who said these
Tell these hateful mothaf***** I be choosin’ love (Do better)
It’s the God baby, tell me really who’s above?
These n***** washed and always talkin’ what it used to was
Meanwhile I’m raisin’ up them digits like the booster club
I’m in my finest hour hit the shower f*** her for one
Doin’ push-ups runnin’ laps around the comfortable ones
I be coolin I be chillin’ I be fuckin wit fun
But check the trophy case... I can’t find nothin’ you done
Need Huxstable funds
B**** you either wit it or you in the way
Making money been the play
Ain’t lookin’ for no friend today
I just came to tend the garden, I do intend to stay
Look you in the eyes and let you know that’s what I meant to say, n****
Ain’t have to tell ‘em I’m the truth, I think they knew it
Don’t like to talk about the s***, I like to do it
So while these other n***** hungry goin’ through it
You see me thumbin’ thru these hunnids gettin’ to it
Ain’t had to tell ‘em I’m the truth, I think they knew it
Don’t like to talk about that s***, I like to do it
So while these other n***** hungry goin’ through it
You see me thumbin’ thru these hunnids gettin’ to it
Written by: Anthony Hollingshed, Michael Xavier Westerfield
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