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lirik lagu ​xbox – ​maajins

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[chorus]
yeah
n*gga talk sh*t, catch a headshot (nah)
b*tch, i was down bad, rappin’ on xbox (nah, thr6x back)
put the beam on his toes, call that boy the red sox, (nah, bang)
do a show, lil’ b*tch, i’ma geek up (ooh), bring the x out (out)

[verse 1]
bring the x up, i’ma rock down (down)
pull up in a mercedes*benz with the top down
they say i’m a ladies man, i’m on top now (now)
n*ggas sayin’ you a ham, you the top cow (cow)
i feel evil on this song i sang, we takin’ his top down
rubbin’ back? b*tch, stick to the plan, we hittin’ for guap now
carry the drum like i’m in a battle, b*tch, i’ma walk down (down)
we hit you and your mans with the mop, we wipin’ the block down (down, down)
i don’t follow watches, but my bro, he got a patek (nah, nah)
she send me the drop, ten minutes away from the neck (nah, nah)
i’m high value, i don’t f*ck with thots, i’m a way better man (nah, nah)
likе i’m old, b*tch, i carry knives, yeah, they wеighin’ my pants
[chorus]
yeah
n*gga talk sh*t (ooh nah), catch a headshot (nah)
b*tch, i was down bad (ooh, nah), rappin’ on xbox (nah)
put the beam on his toes, call that boy the red sox (nah, bang)
do a show, lil’ b*tch, i’ma geek up (ooh, nah), bring the x out (nah)

[verse 2]
yeah
run around in a benz, too high with the cartier lens
tryna run down? you a fan, thinkin’ that i didn’t scan him (no, no, nah)
twenty*four n*ggas get dropped
i had the clip, yeah, yah
i drilled that lil’ n*gga in the chin (top)
gts quota for cheatin’ (top)
put him on the stove, just like an inferno
he got walked, that’s re*rock
we f*cked that boy up, had to say he not hearin’ now
coupe back in white, call a z bop (nah)
we drinkin’ this pack, you know i had to scare them
50 clip, knock off a seesaw
chop’ bustin’ at him, but we call it inferno (we call it inferno)
yeah
lil’ b*tch, i’m that guy, i’ma turn him
that b*tch on my phone, she tryna play wordle
n*ggas be opps, they f*ckin’ with my circle
drank in my stomach, i’m sippin’ that purple
makin’ bad music, b*tch, i had to murk him
your pockets on empty, see mine on bertram
30 clip hanger, it’ll make a b*tch st*rdy (it’ll make a b*tch st*rdy)

[bridge]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
yeah
n*gga talk sh*t (ooh nah), catch a headshot (nah)
b*tch, i was down bad (ooh, nah), rappin’ on xbox (nah)
put the beam on his toes, call that boy the red sox (nah, bang)
do a show, lil’ b*tch, i’ma geek up (ooh, nah), bring the x out (nah)
yeah
n*gga talk sh*t (ooh nah), catch a headshot (nah)
b*tch, i was down bad (ooh, nah), rappin’ on xbox (nah)
put the beam on his toes, call that boy the red sox (nah, bang)
do a show, lil’ b*tch, i’ma geek up (ooh, nah), bring the x out (nah)

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