Testo One X Double E - Xee
Testo della canzone One X Double E (Xee), tratta dall'album One X Double E
One x Double e
Bitch my belt it got doubles g's
All matte AMG ya its all black Halloween
Matter fact its made in Germany
Yeah it's so clean no germ on me
How they still throwing dirt on me
Yeah I burn the blunt like third degree
So loud you can smell the aroma
Dropped out with no degree
Big balls don't need diplomas
Whole squad in the hum-v
Face painted like a zombie
I just robbed the Abercrombie
And I don't know if you can't tell
But you ain't fucking with a Ghandi
And I ain't messing with a Chantel
My role model was a blondie
You a rat with the intel
Assualt rifle is a Tommy
I gotta feeling it won't end well
Butterfly effect Ali
Move the weight with a dolly
All the women tell me gah-lee
Rome J can you turn me up
Shit I ain't trying to hear probably
Baby girl she about to fall in love
And I'm just trying to get some toppie
Ain't nobody gone top me
Why your girl call me papi
And why she ride me like a jockey
Fill my lungs with some ghanji
Rome J turn me up shit I done told you bout six times
Emo girl in my dm and her hair color like six-nine
These rappers out they damn mind
Step to XEE thats a landmine
And I'm the type to have a whole army and then still fight you on the frontline
Im a king it's my bloodline
You a pussy thats okay though
You've been fronting for a long time
Bitch you softer than some playdough
I got a feeling that the feds coming
We gone stuff it in the Sanyo
And I stopping til my shit poppin and my mamma feet up in the sand though
You've been hating for a long time
Bitch you don't know what iv been through
I was raised in a damn zoo
So you get hit with that bamboo
Yeah I hit the blunt til I can't move
Then I jerk off in you're shampoo
Half the people say I'm too savage and the other half they say I'm too rude
You're favorite rappers bout five five
And he rapping bout drive-byes
He can't even give me high- fives
And he over dosing on hot fries
Fuck boys they tryna test my patience
Ima have to turn him to a patient
We gone have to show him to the basement
Ima have to leave em in the pavement
You gone have to pay me every payment
Skip a payment and ima have to aim it
Sorry Amy but I can't contain it
Ima have to go insane asylum
They gone have to send me to an island
We was broke and I was never smiling
Why the fuck you think Im always wilding
Guess I had to go and play the villain
Fuck a chain face to appealing
Labels call say I'm Bob Dylan
I want the rolls with the star ceiling
Trailer park raised no feelings
Cold blooded can't set me up
Don't come around and try to dab me up
Don't interrupt when I'm counting up
Might lose count when I'm adding up
One x double e
Bitch my belt it got double g's
All matte AMG yeah its all black Halloween
Matter fact its made in Germany
Yeah its so clean there no dirt on me
How they still throwing dirt on me
Yeah I burn the blunt like third degree
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Writer(s): Zenas Wayne Barrow, Roman Joshua Pino
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