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xanman - the baby lyrics

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[hook]
got locked up but they lied on my name
had to keep my head high through the rain
i’m going hard (?) my heart down the drain
i had to stay ten toes all the time
you n#ggas thought my foot was sprained
this a new candy coupe with no brain (grr)
call wood, chopper got aim

[verse 1]
in the cell, the key in my head
winter time, then we hit off a sled
i love shorty ‘cause bust out, it’s spread
five n#ggas on friday night, craig
give me top she got slob down my leg
declassified, like that lil n#gga ned
ima hop in the coupe when we scared
ima creep in the woods like canela
still (?) in the trunk (?)
ima cut off the work like a jedi
chopper rain, you gon need an umbrella
spin a bin with my b#tch, cinderella
k!lled the baby before it ever developed
ima cut up the plug like i’m zelda
ima perc and a xan, ima failure
and i’m still plugged in like cellular
pull a n#gga card like we playing black jack
all these n#ggas be duck, aflac
got a 2012 charger in matte black
n#ggas sleeping on me, cat nap
these n#ggas be fake
i got a gun, got the part for the chopper like autozone
ak with the shoulder strap
shoot a shot it’s hurting my shoulder
two b#tches like go home roger
he did, n#gga is roger home?
macaulay culkin, you home alone
get to jazzing a b#tch, siced her phone
now look at that b#tch, now she bagging on me
ima scr#pe out the pot like it’s macaroni
all these n#ggas be hot, rat emoji
catch yo man on a bike, i call him jodie
i would give you my (?) if i love you
under pressure you turn to a sucker
trap out the (?) you need work call thugger
in the trap, my grandma raised a hustler
call me xan boy, i started from nothing
last n#gga tried to run off he got punished
31 in the clip like a pumpkin
where you at? juando bring the runtz in
i walk with a tommy, i don’t got a job
yah trick yah
world at war, we not playin’ cod
atl you gon (?) like (?)
n#gga f#ck new new n#gga
i got a new new chopper
pump up the train i’m franklin sinatra
set up the plug i’m the winner, rock johnson

b#tch

[hook]
got locked up but they lied on my name
had to keep my head high through the rain
i’m going hard (?) my heart down the drain
i had to stay ten toes all the time
you n#ggas thought my foot was sprained
this a new candy coupe with no brain (grr)
call wood, chopper got aim



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