Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song XD, artist - Eric North.
Date of issue: 13.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
XD |
Lonesxme |
Uh, uh, what they say? |
Uh, what they say? |
Uh, slide, uh, slide |
Uh, sleep, yeah, sleep |
Breeze, sleep |
Fuck on a thot, Brazzer |
She told me dick down her throat, couldn’t nut any faster |
My future be odder than Bastard |
I got the 40 on me and it piss like a bladder |
Grip on my dick, lasso |
All of my boys from the camp, I ain’t talkin' bout lazlo |
Bomb on my shooter, robotic, I’m calling him Astro |
Took the K to my nose on the plateau |
I put the K in a zip |
«Every kiss begin with Kay,» got a K on his lip |
XD with attachments |
Say your niggas pulling up, XD, I’m laughin' |
I decapitate a head, she decapitate my dick after you go to bed |
Dick in her stomach, she feel like Seppuku |
I got her wet and she feel like Cthulhu |
Nigga, I feel like MJ, ridin' through with the SKS |
I got Balenciagas on the nightstand |
They rap outta pipe man |
They know they fuckin' wit' the gang |
Challenge my shooter, he don’t shoot astray |
I did a shoot then moved to L.A. |
When I say «Shoot» them niggas gon' spray |
Fay, fay, fay, Hit them niggas wit' mayday |
Doing drugs, nigga what is the safe way? |
(What is the safe way?) |
Pull up wit' lil' baby (Ooh, ooh, yuh, ooh) |
Light skin bitch, come here, Janet |
I take a Perc', I’m not on the planet |
I drop a Xan too in the Phantom |
And that’s your mans too he look stranded |
Your bitch on my ass too, nigga, panic |
She drink our nut and feel we like a yoohoo (Yoohoo) |
I play with my diamonds while you play Bejeweled (Bejeweled) |
I hold the stick and I sweep like a broom (Broom) |
Pull up on me, shot, you fool |
TERROR! |
the shooter (We slide) |
He the wingman |
Terror gone shoot it (Off-White) |
(He sleep) Three Xans |
Beat up the pot like I’m Ike and Tina be the brick |
I’m at the ritz wit' any nigga bitch |
I left a dirty K with ya bitch, |
That’s not the dirty drank that’s the mix |
I’m rich forever I feel like Jay Critch |
I left a dent in his head like a ditch |
I ran his pockets because of adrenaline |
My gun ADD, I think it need Ritalin |