X Songtext
von Ken Carson
X Songtext
(Neilaworld)
Ain′t no Teen X no more, it's just X, bitch
But I′m still gettin' high, still pourin' fours in my beverage
No Family Guy, I treat all my hoes just like Meg
Closed mouths don′t get fed
If you got somethin′ to say, then say it
I prefer sex over head
I prefer Wock' over red
Whip McLaren, nigga, fuck a ′Vette
No, these niggas ain't seen this yet
I sip lean, I don′t sip on no 'gnac
I′m a vampire, I turn to a bat
I get money, I count it, I stack
Get the bag, nigga, spendin' them racks
Fucked her once, now she attached
You get punched, that's in the back
I′m rollin′ up, then I was there
I'm smokin′ on that loud pack
I just took off, my nigga face tat'
I pulled up in that SRT
Hellcat creepin′ up the street
All the shots off, I heard 'em scream
Can′t fuck with my clique, can't fuck with my team
This Opium shit, X-Man off a bean
You can't fuck with my gang, you can′t get in between us
Say he want some clean but I sold him dust
For a bean, that bitch will fuck both of us
Like Little Caesars, this so hot and ready
Yeah, my bitch just dress like a nun
And my money, it weigh a ton
I don′t go nowhere without my gun
In New York, I ride with a machete
Bitch, it's X-Man, fuck all that teen shit
But I still pour codeine in my beverage
I got rich, but I′m still servin' fiends
If you got a town, you know I′m a medic
Ain't no coppin′ no less than a P
I'm servin' these pounds, I ain′t gotta scale it
Ain′t no Teen X no more, it's just X, bitch
But I′m still gettin' high, still pourin′ fours in my beverage
No Family Guy, I treat all my hoes just like Meg
Closed mouths don't get fed
If you got somethin′ to say, then say it
I prefer sex over head
I prefer Wock' over red
Whip McLaren, nigga, fuck a 'Vette
No, these niggas ain′t seen this yet
I sip lean, I don′t sip on no 'gnac
I′m a vampire, I turn to a bat
I get money, I count it, I stack
Get the bag, nigga, spendin' them racks
Ain′t no Teen X no more, it's just X, bitch
But I′m still gettin' high, still pourin' fours in my beverage
No Family Guy, I treat all my hoes just like Meg
Closed mouths don′t get fed
If you got somethin′ to say, then say it
I prefer sex over head
I prefer Wock' over red
Whip McLaren, nigga, fuck a ′Vette
No, these niggas ain't seen this yet
I sip lean, I don′t sip on no 'gnac
I′m a vampire, I turn to a bat
I get money, I count it, I stack
Get the bag, nigga, spendin' them racks
Fucked her once, now she attached
You get punched, that's in the back
I′m rollin′ up, then I was there
I'm smokin′ on that loud pack
I just took off, my nigga face tat'
I pulled up in that SRT
Hellcat creepin′ up the street
All the shots off, I heard 'em scream
Can′t fuck with my clique, can't fuck with my team
This Opium shit, X-Man off a bean
You can't fuck with my gang, you can′t get in between us
Say he want some clean but I sold him dust
For a bean, that bitch will fuck both of us
Like Little Caesars, this so hot and ready
Yeah, my bitch just dress like a nun
And my money, it weigh a ton
I don′t go nowhere without my gun
In New York, I ride with a machete
Bitch, it's X-Man, fuck all that teen shit
But I still pour codeine in my beverage
I got rich, but I′m still servin' fiends
If you got a town, you know I′m a medic
Ain't no coppin′ no less than a P
I'm servin' these pounds, I ain′t gotta scale it
Ain′t no Teen X no more, it's just X, bitch
But I′m still gettin' high, still pourin′ fours in my beverage
No Family Guy, I treat all my hoes just like Meg
Closed mouths don't get fed
If you got somethin′ to say, then say it
I prefer sex over head
I prefer Wock' over red
Whip McLaren, nigga, fuck a 'Vette
No, these niggas ain′t seen this yet
I sip lean, I don′t sip on no 'gnac
I′m a vampire, I turn to a bat
I get money, I count it, I stack
Get the bag, nigga, spendin' them racks
Writer(s): Thomas Ross, Pierre Thevenot, Stefan Lucian Cismigiu, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com