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xans & pape - skino lyrics

[intro]
(trapmoneybiggie!)
h*llo? ([?], bruh, i’m tryna go to sleep.)
i’m coming (n*gga, it’s black box records)
huh? (shovel gang)
i’m coming
alright, baby, *kiss noises*

[hook]
n*ggas keep talking bout b’s and talking bout hats and they don’t even got ’em a a*whip
n*ggas keep typing and lying and making them songs, and dissing me, i ain’t even say sh*t
i’ll come wit a k, i’ll come with a drac’, b*tch
i’ll come with a 10, it’ll knock off your face b*tch
my young n*gga crazy, he know i’ll shake sh*t
n*gga, it’s black box records and double*0*eight sh*t

[verse]
n*gga, it’s black box records and double*0*eight
yb saw me and he had to escape
my pockets be filled wit’ xans and pape
i’m pinning these n*ggas and getting away
i’m pinning these n*ggas and getting ’em gone
bruh, he got hit in his ass, he got hit in his arm
n*gga, i hop in that v and i’m keeping it calm
mе and my brother’ll hop in a motherf*ckin’ nissan
me and my brothеr’ll hop in a motherf*ckin’ scat pack
maurice scott got hit and that sh*t left his back wet
maurice scott got hit and his ass had a wet back
n*gga, i’m totin’ on 21, b*tch, gotta step back
dragging my nuts and i’m dragging my d*ck and my b*lls
these rap n*ggas b*tches, i keep getting phone calls
bruh fumbled, he mad cause he took him a lose
long live [?], i’ll knock n*ggas off
you ain’t talking bout b’s, you ain’t talking bout sauce
[?], better get in the car with the black box boss
b*tch try throw me the ‘oop, i’ma knock off her draws
youngfoot broke houses he worked with the*
youngfoot broke houses, he worked with the law
she don’t give me a drop, i’ll lace her with ‘nal
i be riding with bruh cause he crack n*ggas skulls
n*gga i really be sitting on n*ggas in u*hauls
sit on a n*gga in a u*haul truck
n*gga, with this 300b, i leave n*ggas stuck
i’m pinning sh*t down and i’m sending sh*t up
how the f*ck is you “trap*hard”, show me your bucks
how the f*ck is you “trap*hard”, show me some cash
he won’t diss fat mo’, cause he gone off ass
he be riding off bars and he geekin’ to crash
my young n*gga hop out the car wit’ no mask
my young n*gga tryna put sh*t in the past
i gave him a v and i gave him the jazz
i gave him the jazz and gave him the belt
you can go ask _____, how that hot sh*t felt
[hook]
n*ggas keep talking bout b’s and talking bout hats and they don’t even got ’em a a*whip
n*ggas keep typing and lying and making them songs, and dissing me, i ain’t even say sh*t
i’ll come wit a k, i’ll come with a drac’, b*tch
i’ll come with a 10, it’ll knock off your face b*tch
my young n*gga crazy, he know i’ll shake sh*t
n*gga, it’s black box records and double*0*eight sh*t

[outro]
baow!
boaw!
boaw!
boaw, boaw!
(trapmoneybiggie!)

- skino lyrics

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