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8percent, khalil?, & xanakin skywok – beach boys lyrics

[intro: xanakin skywok]
av with that drip, ho
ah, ah, ahh
run it, run it
run them d+mn dollars, b+tches, ooh (run it, run it)
gang, woah

[chorus: xanakin skywok]
wave, boy, late, boy
choppa where he stay, boy (boom)
f+cking on some p+ssy then i’m surfing off the stage, boy
fake boy, fake boy
all i hear is hate noise (ah)
n+ggas talking like they gonna do me, shoot me crazy, do it

[verse 1: xanakin skywok & 8percent]
a+a+all my gas got bo
and all my mans got pos
n+ggas gon’ take yo’ bands, ooh
yo’ bi’h p+ssy like pee you (pee you)
smoke on me, that two, three
b’ih on my tongue, lucy (hey, hey)
molly bean and bud, yeah
nip her in her b+tt, yeah (ayy)
[verse 2: 8percent & xanaikin skywok]
i got these b+tches mad, she a surfer, ride the wave
i be popping tags, my money stack, i’m gеtting paid
leave it in the past, my car too fast, i’m in a chasе
her boyfriend a fan (fan), i’m touching down in every state
and my gun go, “blam,” he talking down, he get erased
b+tch, i’m smoking gas, i take my blunt right to the face
i sit back and laugh (woo), all these rappers run in place
b+tch, i do the dash, i’m so fast, i can’t explain
double it, double it, double it up
she hitting my line, i don’t give a f+ck
got two .45s, they ready to bust
got two bad dimes, they ready to ++++
hold up, hold up, talking down, you can get left
say that sh+t with my chest, my time till my death
b+tch, i never went to sleep, why the f+ck would i rest?

[verse 3: khalil? & xanakin skywok]
now, why the h+ll would he test?
no hands, you hoes say it with yo’ chest (oh)
big two, threes, got her jumping out the gym
just like jordan, he blessed (pow)
i cannot sleep, got too many lonely shawties
playing with the king, my phone don’t ring
hit the red b+tton if you ain’t about the green (green)
wavy on a ho, so i’m surfin’ (surfin’)
she see me on ig, saying, “khalil, you look way better in person” (yeah)
scratch that, get it in, she clap back
i be making money, do whatever like a thottie up on snapchat
[chorus: xanakin skywok]
wave, boy, late, boy
choppa where he stay, boy
f+cking on some p+ssy then i’m surfing off the stage, boy
fake boy, fake boy
all i hear is hate noise (blah, blah, blah)
n+ggas talking like they gonna do me, shoot me crazy, do it

[verse 4: xanakin skywok]
ho+ho+ho+honolulu, hips on hulu (ooh)
when she wake up, f+ck her face up
i don’t f+ck with a godd+mn b+tch
she suck my d+ck with her godd+mn legs up
s+s+s+step in margiela, get h+lla coach+lla ass b+tches
tongue enema, smooth wipes
give ’em a bit of my pickle and kids in the middle of mixing my tunes, right

[outro: xanakin skywok]
ooh, i’m done rapping about bullsh+t
i’m gonna fly out to hawaii (woo), and f+ck lilo’s mom (yeah)
i mean her aunt (yeah), and punt that lil’ n+gga stitch

- 8percent khalil xanakin skywok lyrics

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