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xelo - v v v lyrics

bih’, hold up

racks, i got racks (yeah)
money in my pants make me sag (yeah)
my b+tch on my d+ck, she got me mad (yeah)
i pull glock 9s and i blast (blatt, hol’ up)
i got black flag on my ass (yeah uh+huh)
shawty wanna f+ck on carti ’cause he got cash

i got chrome hearts
i got die hards (die hard)
i got bad b+tches (i got bad), they in college park (they in college)
i’m on the southside (i’m on the south), i got a glock 9 (glock 9)
and it’s 29, blatt, hol’ up
f+ck your side, hold up (f+ck your side)

n++++, we talking ’bout cash, n++++ got money
n++++, we talking ’bout bags, keep popping bags now (two bags, yeah)
i’m on the block with the gats and i’m gon’ tax now
i’m on the block with the glock and i’m gon’ wack now (blatt, yeah)

ap watch, it’s two+tone (two+tone)
gon’ f+ck that b+tch, riding home, yeah (f+ck that bih’, riding home)
i’m on the block, i’m in the zone (i’m on the block)
don’t get me out my zone
get me out my zone
bad b+tch, yeah, she tryna get flown (blah)
bad b+tches tryna rock vlone
yeah, r.i.p. x, n++++
tatted on my chest, n++++
b+tterfly doors on the ‘vette, n++++
i just f+cked a b+tch, got it on text, n++++
i just f+cked a b+tch, got it on text, n++++

we be poppin’ bags (hah, yeah)
and i be poppin’ them pills on the set (yeah)
and you better not
n++++ b+better not
n++++ b+better not (yeah)
n++++ b+better not

i don’t even turn down (blatt)
i like to turn up (blatt)
and we stay up (blatt)
yeah we keep it up (blitz)
b+tch wanna f+ck with me ’cause she know i got big bucks (big bucks)
i wanna f+ck with the b+tch ’cause i know that b+tch got a big b+tt

rock these all black jeans, balmain jeans
look at my ice, yeah, vv+v (vv+v)
copped at elliot, vv+v (vv+v)
vv+v (blatt)
hol’ up
they tryna turn me, trying turn me (la, la, la la, la)
i f+ck the b+tch, i wanna f+ck this ho named chinese (yeah)
kitty, i got, i got b+tches with some titties, hold up
coupe came with the bitty, yeah
take over your city (yeah)
and the glock came with some f+cking titties (yeah, blow)

balling like i’m p. diddy (p. diddy)
balling like i’m carti, carti (diddy)
i smoke dope like i’m kid cudi (cudi)
i f+cked that b+tch and i might f+ck her buddy (buddy)
yeah, these b+tches f+ck me ’cause they know i’m with cudi (buddy)
i’m smokin’ dope like i’m kid cudi (kid cudi)
i f+cked your b+tch and i might f+ck her buddy

f+ck that b+tch riding home
these b+tches f+ck me, just f+ck me
‘ca+ca+cause that b+tch riding home
ye+yeah, yeah, ye+yeah
yeah

- xelo lyrics

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