| Ha-ha
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| Oh, yeah
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| Nigga, we’re cheating, we got the codes
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| Nigga, we’re cheating this shit, oh yeah
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| Out of my business, out of my notes
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| Or you’ll be tasting my fist, okay
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| Animalistic with visuals
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| Hublot is heavy, my wrist is glued
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| 'Bout all that action, we see the news
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| Fuck on my bitch till her legs can’t move
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| Stumbling out of my 'Rarri shit
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| I do not know how to start the shit
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| Ducking all the polish and washing it
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| All of my pockets are solid, bitch
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| Fuck it I got me a Chauffeur
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| And I just copped her some boots
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| Still moving rapid, not slower
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| I’m killing this shit like it’s cruel
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| Easy bro, wanna talk that greasy flow?
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| Wanna know about evil bro?
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| Nah, stop that peaceful mode
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| I wanna get that jeep for road
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| Yeah, I’m on that eagle scope
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| I wanna get back even, bro
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| Can’t take that gleeful mode
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| Your on your own
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I made it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I made it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I made it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Keep back, I’m setting off like a bomby
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| Down drinks then go off like a zombie
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| When I come better put in graft not sloppy
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| Chilling with bear, gin shots in my body
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| Can’t see shit, can’t find my face
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| Wear my mask then I’m ready for hate
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| Going ham, I got cheddar to make
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| We don’t care about leach or snakes
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| Oh, boy, we don’t care about them
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| We don’t care about them
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| We don’t care about them
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| We don’t care about them
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| We don’t care about them
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| Oh, boy, we don’t care about them
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| We don’t care about them (Oh my God)
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| We don’t care about them
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| We don’t care about them
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| Bitch, don’t piss me off or might drag some glass across your neck
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| War is in my heart and I won’t stop until we both are dead
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| Petty since the start, I still wanna crush your fucking head
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| Catch you in the dark and drag you by your fucking broken legs
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I made it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I made it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I made it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Yeah, I did it, oh my God
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| Nigga, we’re cheating, we got the codes
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| Nigga, we’re cheating this shit, oh yeah
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| Out of my business, out of my notes
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| Or you’ll be tasting my fist, okay
|
| Animalistic with visuals
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| Hublot is heavy, my wrist is glued
|
| 'Bout all that action, we see the news
|
| Fuck on my bitch till her legs can’t move
|
| Stumbling out of my 'Rarri shit
|
| I do not know how to start the shit
|
| Ducking all the polish and washing it
|
| All of my pockets are solid, bitch
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| Fuck it I got me a Chauffeur
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| And I just copped her some boots
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| Still moving rapid, not slower
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| I’m killing this shit like it’s cruel
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| Like I said, «The fuck you said»
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| It’s still fuck you
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| Die, bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song XMG, artist - Scarlxrd. Album song IMMXRTALISATIXN, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп