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12 a.m. - emotional xan lyrics

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[hook]
must’ve been about 12 o’clock midnight
at the gucci store, tryna get my drip right
got your main b-tch sittin’ on her elbows
and the goth b-tch still rock velcro
how you live so fast and ain’t died yet?
everytime i leave the crib it’s like i dodge, dip
still smokin’ on spinach like popeye
smokin’ 8, got my motherf-ckin’ mind right

[verse 1]
went to ball ’til my motherf-ckin’ wrist broke
different hoes, mama think that i’m a nympho
lil xan, but i got it out the benz, though
different hoes, so i got to keep a flip phone

i could show you ’bout the water, make it rerock
in a droptop, drinkin’ on coughdrop
why they mad, ’cause a n-gga really got hot
10 shots, got a n-gga playin’ hopscotch

i could hear my dad humming in the hallways
i was stuck between a rock and a hard place
shouldn’t be f-cking with the rock in the first place
the other day, i f-cked a b-tch on the first date
got some water, make your b-tch look thirsty
big ol’ choppa, lil b-tch got a birthday
it was 12 am on a monday
shouldn’t be f-cking with the gang in the first place

[hook]
must’ve been about 12 o’clock midnight
at the gucci store, tryna get my drip right
got your main b-tch sittin’ on her elbows
and the goth b-tch still rock velcro
how you live so fast and ain’t died yet?
everytime i leave the crib it’s like i dodge, dip
still smokin’ on spinach like popeye
smokin’ 8, got my motherf-ckin’ mind right

[verse 2]
must’ve been around 12 o’clock am
we was posted on the strip on sunset
20 deep and we was ready for some f-ck sh-t
must’ve had around 50 in the full clip
vvs’ on my neck go dumb sh-t
i could never wife a thot or a bum b-tch
saint laurent’s, i got them straight up out the runway
daddy said i’ll be a rich man someday

i went and got it out the dirt like zero
my b-tch like denim
my wrist sub-zero
i’m in a droptop drinkin’ on hi-tech
my money stand 5’10”
doin’ sh-t my way

i just did 180 on the highway
she give me neck when i’m pullin’ out the drive way
i made it rain at the strip club last night
the only b-tch that i trust, my .45

[hook]
must’ve been about 12 o’clock midnight
at the gucci store, tryna get my drip right
got your main b-tch sittin’ on her elbows
and the goth b-tch still rock velcro
how you live so fast and ain’t died yet?
everytime i leave the crib it’s like i dodge, dip
still smokin’ on spinach like popeye
smokin’ 8, got my motherf-ckin’ mind right

- emotional xan lyrics

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