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xan man yg - virus lyrics

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[verse 1: xanman]
beat got me feeling like a rockstar
colder than the ice cream truck
i’m whippin when i drop bars
and they call me transformer cause i swap cars
quicker than a b-tch you probably missed it cause i flipped it aye

[verse 2: yg lucky]
i sipped ambition, then mixed it with a vision
not good at long division
see my job consist addition
that means the funds sufficient
you slackers lackin’ business
they need survival fitness when we finish with the mission

[verse 3: xanman]
f-ck the mission hit this line instead
i just gave yo b-tch some average head
and that ain’t even braggadocio
n-gga i’m just hungry
gotta take what i can get before i get to the money

[verse 4: yg lucky]
her nose runny cause her friend my f-ck buddy
“yo it’s lucky!” i’m the man
made her ex the understudy
getting money from gofundme
then spend it when it’s sunny
f-ck a rainy day i’m cashin’ out as if my pockets run me

[verse 5: xanman]
like dmc, i’m tripping dmt inside a gold 300z
probably stole it like my weed
from the plug, from the jump
n-gga should of knew what’s up
i introduced him to my uppercut and stabbed him in the nuts

[verse 6: yg lucky]
grabbed the guts, threw his body in the cut
whip a b-tch like double dutch
now i don’ made her run amuck
don’t condone a cluck
it’s yg silly f-ck
stash ya raps inside a bag and toss em in a garbage truck

[verse 7: xanman]
i’m swaggin’ like i’m out of this world
tommy boots and it came with the sword
all nike from the top
finessed it straight out the store
man i’m just tryna get a sponsor so they pay me on tour

[verse 8: yg lucky]
sh-t, hit ignore i’m busy scoring a wh0r-
push the door, you’ll see her braw on the floor
dope galore, roll some more
shooting shots like roger moore
think i got them n-ggas p-ssed so now the plot is yacht wars

[verse 9: xanman]
1, 2, 3, b-tch come smoke my weed
b-tch i’ll take you to the yacht wars behind the scenes
but when you get back to the lot it ain’t a yacht, it’s a train
you ain’t know that sh-t till now so it’s bout time to use your brain

[verse 10: yg lucky]
have a seat, you f-cking lames can’t compete
yeah your sh-t was good and all
but was that motherf-cka heat?
me and xans make the beats
each release be off the leash
rep the gang, yg
run and tell the hypebeast

[outro: xanman & yg lucky]
1, 2, 3, b-tch come smoke my weed
i said 1, 2, 3, b-tch come smoke my weed (aye)
smoke my weed (aye)
b-tch come smoke my weed (gang, gang)
1, 2, 3, b-tch come smoke my weed
1, 2, 3, b-tch come smoke my weed
1, 2, 3, b-tch come smoke my weed
1, 2, 3, b-tch come smoke my weed

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