Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song See Thru, artist - Xavy Rusan. Date of issue: 09.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
See Thru |
| Aye, aye |
| Aye, aye |
| Look |
| Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too» |
| No roof on my top, and my babe see-through |
| Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you |
| I been all on my grind, so why I need you? |
| Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too» |
| No roof on my top, and my babe see-through |
| Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you |
| I been all on my grind, so why I need you? |
| Big flex, might swole her |
| Double cup and I’m poled up |
| Niggas hatin' like «Hol' up» |
| What’s the problem, I’m poled up |
| Big flex, might swole her |
| Hard 'bout it, they fold up |
| Shawty say I done glowed up |
| Double text' on my phone, I |
| Fuck with your boy, I’m the man of the year |
| I’m not a fan of your peers (No way) |
| Serve 'em with fate, I’m gonna hand them the shears |
| H not the man he appears (No way) |
| Hart of a lion, I’m trampling fears |
| I look the man in the mirror (Dear fate) |
| Crowd me a river to stand in the tears |
| You 'bout to stand in the clear (Keep it) |
| I’m going crazy, niggas' |
| How are they ever gon' fuck with the kid? |
| Put it on baby, you do not faze me |
| Boy I do not give a fuck what you did |
| Eating that kitty, she stuntin' my rear (Yup) |
| How can I tust fucking with the pigs? |
| (Bro?) |
| Bro got a Glock and a couple of seeds |
| He think about splitting a couple of weeks (Brr) |
| Shawty my DNA all real nigga |
| And I ain’t even gotta deal with you |
| If I ain’t never split a bill with you |
| I got Hennesey and (Aha) |
| Babygirl wearing Nada (Yeah) |
| Ass growing from a cider (Aha) |
| Bathrobe in this Prada (Facts) |
| Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup) |
| Granddaddy 'boutta zip lock |
| Flex season, I’m road runnin' |
| I’m stayin' all in my tip-top (Firr) |
| Young man with the old minds |
| So I ain’t worryin' 'bout |
| I be up 'till sunrise |
| I’m staying out on my night shift |
| I got a bottle of bourbon, a bundle of hunnads |
| I’m jiggy, I’m flexin' a bit |
| Figured I’d hit it and quit it |
| I’m busy, I ain’t got the minutes for textin' that bitch |
| Came from the gutter with me and my brother |
| I’m moving my mother right out of the city |
| Bitch, I’m a star and they know I go hard |
| So I’m kissin' the babies and signing them titties |
| Go blingin' like Chingo (Ey) |
| Rockstar like Ringo (Ey) |
| Checks coming in, back to back |
| I’ma line them up like beans though (Chi-ching) |
| Oh, I think that they like me (Yup) |
| They be all on my wood tip |
| Not a stain on my white tee |
| I’m poppin' all of this good shit |
| Big flex, might swole her |
| Double cup and I’m poled up |
| Niggas hatin' like «Hol' up» |
| What’s the problem, I’m poled up |
| Big flex, might swole her |
| Hard 'bout it, they fold up |
| Shawty say I done glowed up |
| Double text' on my phone, I |
| Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too» |
| No roof on my top, and my babe see-through |
| Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you |
| I been all on my grind, so why I need you? |
| Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too» |
| No roof on my top, and my babe see-through |
| Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you |
| I been all on my grind, so why I need you? |