Xanman - Black lyrics
[Xanman - Black lyrics]
Why is everything Khroam big plug nigga
Brrr nigga big black nigga
Fuck you talkin bout nigga brr bah bah
Everything is chrome in the future
It started off with a ski mask
These Michael Jackson nigga he bad
Bringing P's in like they bean bags
Walking with a chopper when my jeans sagging
These gucci shoes these ain’t Steve Madden
1 on 1 with an opp and I'm Steve Nashing
I ain't bout to play games like a DreamCast
Your little brother dead nigga we glad
I might take yo momma with her sexy ass
Matter fact I put you thru some plexiglass
When 12 see me, like arrest his ass
My indian plug in a taxi cab
I just popped a perc, got my lips itching
How you gon rob me
When your sticking missing?
Run down on the plug we got plenty business
Niggas got more bodies than
Them skinny bitches
Sippin on wock we ain’t sippin on cognac
Walk down with a big dog where my bone at?
Im snapping like thanos nigga
Where my stones at?
My boujee bitch got nappy hair
Where her comb at?
Alias whip his house we gon find that
"Hol up xan can you give me my 9' back"
No nigga hop out (brrr) go nigga
These niggas never progressing flo nigga
Spin a bin on his block do a U turn
Got Rasputia in the trunk how you doin?
Hotel full of bitches I'm like who turn?
762 go thru his new perm
Put a hole in his head like
The side of a Cheerio
I'm like 619 the plug, Rey Mysterio
You thinking it's sweet nigga I ain't Mariel
I still put the bars in my cereal
I got a whole lot of shooters in yo yard
He got a gun, yeah he ain't hard
Just came out of jail and I got the Goyard
I gave you the in the fit on god
Pull up with the mac they call me Steve Jobs
You say that you charging we
Gun aim at yo dodge
I made this song cause I got black
On - Gucci shoes on bitch bIG PLUG NIGGA
Brrr nigga big black nigga
Fuck you talkin bout nigga brr bah bah
Everything is chrome in the future
It started off with a ski mask
These Michael Jackson nigga he bad
Bringing P's in like they bean bags
Walking with a chopper when my jeans sagging
These gucci shoes these ain’t Steve Madden
1 on 1 with an opp and I'm Steve Nashing
I ain't bout to play games like a DreamCast
Your little brother dead nigga we glad
I might take yo momma with her sexy ass
Matter fact I put you thru some plexiglass
When 12 see me, like arrest his ass
My indian plug in a taxi cab
I just popped a perc, got my lips itching
How you gon rob me
When your sticking missing?
Run down on the plug we got plenty business
Niggas got more bodies than
Them skinny bitches
Sippin on wock we ain’t sippin on cognac
Walk down with a big dog where my bone at?
Im snapping like thanos nigga
Where my stones at?
My boujee bitch got nappy hair
Where her comb at?
Alias whip his house we gon find that
"Hol up xan can you give me my 9' back"
No nigga hop out (brrr) go nigga
These niggas never progressing flo nigga
Spin a bin on his block do a U turn
Got Rasputia in the trunk how you doin?
Hotel full of bitches I'm like who turn?
762 go thru his new perm
Put a hole in his head like
The side of a Cheerio
I'm like 619 the plug, Rey Mysterio
You thinking it's sweet nigga I ain't Mariel
I still put the bars in my cereal
I got a whole lot of shooters in yo yard
He got a gun, yeah he ain't hard
Just came out of jail and I got the Goyard
I gave you the in the fit on god
Pull up with the mac they call me Steve Jobs
You say that you charging we
Gun aim at yo dodge
I made this song cause I got black
On - Gucci shoes on bitch bIG PLUG NIGGA