x n oxy - kankan lyrics
[intro: yeat]
yeah, yeah
i just copped my [?]
yeah
what the f*ck the
pull up in that
pull up in that
what the f*ck the
yeah
[hook: kankan]
pull up in that, what the f*ck, that sh*t don’t make no sense, yeah
pull up in that, what the f*ck, these hoes they on my d*ck, yeah
pull up in that s class, i mix oxycodone with tris
and the way that i run up, yeah, i know all these n*ggas sick
number nines jeans with the undercover denim
i’m with twizzy, yeah we [?] shopping, boy this ain’t no rental
we got fn bullets, b*tch they flyin’ right through that sprinter
big ass moncler on me n*gga, but it ain’t winter
yeah i know these n*ggas mad, but yeah we gon’ keep winning
they be going out sad, yeah, i put codeine over women
its a srt not a scat, yeah, even 12 can’t keep up with me
yeah, i know i’m in my bag, b*tch where yo bag? boy yo sh*t empty
i’m on x and oxy, high as well boy, prolly in yo city
b*tch, chanel, yeah, with a prada bag, put my hoe in some fendi
bought this hoe some pink, yeah, i bought my old hoe some new titties
and that draco hold a .50, [?] that hoe fifty
[verse: yeat]
pull up in that what the f*ck, it kinda don’t make no sense
yeah, i pulled up in the swerve, yeah, b*tch you just a bird
give a f*ck what you say to me, b*tch its f*ck what ya heard
its a whole new wave, i [?] goats
i hang with the goats
i hang with the goats
i hang with the guys
you be running up homeless people, i do it with the mob
and when that edd start comin’ in, you better get a job
got a lv sweatsuit, yeah they thought that i was [?]
“baby i got sumn’ to say” say it with yo chest, yeah
all my money on that lizzo fat, yo money skinny
[?] what the h*ll i know and why the h*ll i’m always [?]
[?] devil had a meeting, and he told me in a year i’ll be eating
b*tch i wake up when its 1 am and sleep when it turn evening
[?] i got a sign on my d*ck that say [?]
they ask me how i do this sh*t, i don’t know, its easy
yeah, [?]
[hook: kankan]
pull up in that, what the f*ck, that sh*t don’t make no sense, yeah
pull up in that, what the f*ck, these hoes they on my d*ck, yeah
pull up in that s class, i mix oxycodone with tris
and the way that i run up, yeah, i know all these n*ggas sick
number nines jeans with the undercover denim
i’m with twizzy, yeah we [?] shopping, boy this ain’t no rental
we got fn bullets, b*tch they flyin’ right through that sprinter
big ass moncler on me n*gga, but it ain’t winter
yeah i know these n*ggas mad, but yeah we gon’ keep winning
they be going out sad, yeah, i put codeine over women
its a srt not a scat, yeah, even 12 can’t keep up with me
yeah, i know i’m in my bag, b*tch where yo bag? boy yo sh*t empty
i’m on x and oxy, high as well boy, prolly in yo city
b*tch, chanel, yeah, with a prada bag, put my hoe in some fendi
bought this hoe some pink, yeah, i bought my old hoe some new titties
and that draco hold a .50, [?] that hoe fifty
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