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lil dude - oxy lyrics

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[verse 1][xanman]
i’m on the drugs, n-gga, i might overdose
trap out the mountains, lets go to the poconos
beat up the block, hit it with a rope-a-dope
we was down bad in front of sunoco
real shooters shoot, ain’t talking no photos
i feel like austin powers with the mojo
big dog look just like cujo
i keep a .9 on me, like romo
infinity coupe, n-gga, i can showboat
i shoot up your stu, n-gga, in your polo
i hit out the roof, n-gga, like oh no
these internet n-ggas need to go and promo
i feel like izzy, i ain’t swinging no jump rope
african plug pull up with a bongo
shot that n-gga, now you let your son go
i feel like chuck brown, n-gga, run joe
-fa-, rocket launcher
you was with me the tank, i’m with ten piranhas
big chop stick, n-gga, we at benihanas
man not there, sh-t, we gon’ get his mama
slide in all black, n-gga, i’m like k!llmonger
feds tryna blitz, but we got peels on ’em
you can get cracked, n-gga, like a seal on ’em
price on your head, we gon’ pay the bills on ’em, yeah
put back the prop, we playing with them guns
don’t go in the kitchen, n-gga, ‘less you cooking
i know that i’m xanman; why you looking?
perform with the arts like i go to pullen
i don’t know who the plug, why you asking me?
og down the street, he be rapping like c-ssidy
i put him on tv, like grey’s anatomy
i play with them tools, i’m pulling out a cavity
i ran up a bag, holmes, why you mad at me?
don’t care ’bout your dead man, that’s not sad to me
you ain’t have to be in the streets, but we had to be
put two in his head like a double-a battery, yeah
if i shoot, and i miss, then you lucky
i’m not a good guy, i ain’t chucky
glock make him sit, call him a good puppy
foreign avenue, i know the hood love me
you ain’t no shooter, n-gga, ain’t no gun busting
good luck bro, n-gga with the real smugglers
shoot a n-gga happy hour at fuddruckers
trapping with lee, n-gga, feel like chris tucker

[verse 2][lil dude & xanman]
-flah, flah, flah, flah-
hit his lil’ -ss with the fan
ambidextrous, shoot with left and the right hand
pull up to his stu and shoot him and his hype man
hol’ xan, we ain’t coming to fight
i’m the undertaker, shoot the k with the underhand
i got juice with me, n-gga, like i was a charger
headshot, now i can see all his problems
big xd in my reebok boxers
i’m on big percs while she pop mollys
stone-cold stunning the plug for them oxy’s
won’t leave me brother like my name was matt hardy



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