
Lift Off (feat. Xavier Weeks) charlieonnafriday (Ft. Xavier Weeks)
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[Chorus: charlieonnafriday]
My crew pop out, yeah, you know we lit (woo)
Tell everybody get ready for lift off
Got a bad one stuck all on my hip
If I leave, yeah, she said she gon' be pissed off (pissed off)
[Verse 1: Xavier Weeks]
Yeah, I know she motherfuckin' pissed off
She saw the red stain on my shirt, that's Gucci lip gloss
You live a fake life on a 'gram, you is a rip off
They like, "Xavier, why you rap?", 'cause I like to shit talk
And my bitch, she bad, but she ain't one to die for
I got some others, what the fuck I gotta lie for
All these colorful drugs, I gotta try more
Step the wrong way, get crazy like a fuckin' claymore
Popped out, you know we fuckin' lit
Told me come through, let's take a couple flics
If I ever cheat I plead the fifth
Money on my mind I'm getting rich
[Verse 2: charlieonnafriday]
Walk up in the party, yeah, they wildin' on me
Show you how we live, you would not be in belief
Jumpin' in the crowd, got a body on me
She look at me and tell me: "Boy, you better not release"
Chasin' money, not them other hoes
Can't give everybody what they want
Tryna sleep on my bed but I ain't home
I been gone
My crew pop out, yeah, you know we lit (woo)
Tell everybody get ready for lift off
Got a bad one stuck all on my hip
If I leave, yeah, she said she gon' be pissed off (pissed off)
[Verse 1: Xavier Weeks]
Yeah, I know she motherfuckin' pissed off
She saw the red stain on my shirt, that's Gucci lip gloss
You live a fake life on a 'gram, you is a rip off
They like, "Xavier, why you rap?", 'cause I like to shit talk
And my bitch, she bad, but she ain't one to die for
I got some others, what the fuck I gotta lie for
All these colorful drugs, I gotta try more
Step the wrong way, get crazy like a fuckin' claymore
Popped out, you know we fuckin' lit
Told me come through, let's take a couple flics
If I ever cheat I plead the fifth
Money on my mind I'm getting rich
[Verse 2: charlieonnafriday]
Walk up in the party, yeah, they wildin' on me
Show you how we live, you would not be in belief
Jumpin' in the crowd, got a body on me
She look at me and tell me: "Boy, you better not release"
Chasin' money, not them other hoes
Can't give everybody what they want
Tryna sleep on my bed but I ain't home
I been gone
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