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Xavier Velez
Xavier Velez
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Prod Chee
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Tappy, you're tripping, XENTIAL Hahaha, Chee (Got problem with X, you know what I said? "Bet" Fuck it I'm leaving him red I move by myself, not jacking a set Got blood on my fists, don't lack, I don't let Can't fuck with these nigga's, can't fuck with these hoes I stay with the pole, don't care they upset Gang, I'ma click 'till he gone, man, fuck the consent, grrt) He got beat on the strip and his boy is a fed Don't back out, nigga you fled I'm cracking the 6 You heard what I said Don't drop my shit get 5 to your leg All day, all black, one V, three deep I poke out the beam for fucking with me One man, one gun, all black .19 I'm hearing him preach for blessing the team Got problem with X, you know what I said? "Bet" Fuck it I'm leaving him red I move by myself, not jacking a set Got blood on my fists, don't lack, I don't let Can't fuck with these nigga's, can't fuck with these hoes I stay with the pole, don't care they upset Gang, I'ma click 'till he gone, man, fuck the consent, grrt They want me dead and the feeling's mutual Smoke, that shit, that's usual Fuck with my niggas who's holding it down And keeping it clean, that shit that's beautiful I'm fighting these wars inside of my head It's me versus me, get cut like cuticle Archive, ain't get no funeral Respect on my name, get fame like people do (Yeah, respect on my name, get fame, like people do) Where was I wrong? Like what did I do? I stay to myself, these people ain't true There's one in my heart, that's shit that I knew I just want her, yeah I just want you (There's one in my heart, that's shit that I knew I just want her, yeah I just want you) They want me dead and the feeling's mutual Smoke (shh), that shit, that's usual Fuck with my niggas who's holding it down And keeping it clean, that shit that's beautiful I'm fighting these wars inside of my head It's me versus me, get cut like cuticle Archive, ain't get no funeral Respect on my name, get fame like people do He got beat on the strip and his boy is a fed Don't back out, nigga you fled I'm cracking the 6 You heard what I said Don't drop my shit get 5 to your leg All day, all black, one V, three deep I poke out the beam for fucking with me One man, one gun, all black .19 I'm hearing him preach for blessing the team Got problem with X, you know what I said? "Bet" Fuck it I'm leaving him red I move by myself, not jacking a set Got blood on my fists, don't lack, I don't let Can't fuck with these nigga's, can't fuck with these hoes I stay with the pole, don't care they upset Gang, I'ma click 'till he gone, man, fuck the consent, grrt Got a problem with X, you know what I said? "Bet" (Bet, bet) Bet, bet, bet, bet Bet, bet, bet, bet Bet, bet, bet, bet
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