
Whores on the Boards XXXTENTACION (Ft. Nyora Spouse)
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[Intro: XXXTENTACION & Nyora Spouse]
(Yeah!)
Very Rare Boys, nigga (How you feel?)
(Fuck that, get slumped, bitch) (Fine!)
You feel alright?
Yo
Hm, see me
Mama had to send me into church
[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Fucking monster with a TEC, boy, I aim for your neck (Yea-)
Had your brother' mother wet, 'cause she know I'm the best, I'm sick (Y'all feel like that?)
Rap so sinister, murder your local minister (Y'all feel like that?)
Lyrics bitter as vinegar, spittin' in your perimeter
Heard you straight as a cylinder, so I can't fucks wit' you
All my niggas is gang bangers and ditch diggers
Heard we was bumpin', so you had to bring your clique with ya'
So you know I had to put a bullet in 'bout six niggas (Yeah)
Fuck niggas, they running their triathlon
Catch me gettin' sloppy wit' a bitch that look like Asher Roth (Yeah)
And I ain't playin' games like zombies, bitch, I'm getting trains
Runnin' trains and bitches killing snitches in an aeroplane
And I'm a menace, see more mouths than a dentist
I'm killing till I'm replenished, you niggas don't know the half of it
Half-ass rappers talking shit, check the time
Turn around and see my nigga's wit' me totin' .49's
And know they mad 'cause I ain't really stuntin' shit
I hate the bitch and have my other wife who playing wit' my dick (Y'all feel like that?)
Swallow spitting, she swallow spitting, she swallow spitting
Said this since beginning, I'm just beginning, intend on winning
(Yeah!)
Very Rare Boys, nigga (How you feel?)
(Fuck that, get slumped, bitch) (Fine!)
You feel alright?
Yo
Hm, see me
Mama had to send me into church
[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Fucking monster with a TEC, boy, I aim for your neck (Yea-)
Had your brother' mother wet, 'cause she know I'm the best, I'm sick (Y'all feel like that?)
Rap so sinister, murder your local minister (Y'all feel like that?)
Lyrics bitter as vinegar, spittin' in your perimeter
Heard you straight as a cylinder, so I can't fucks wit' you
All my niggas is gang bangers and ditch diggers
Heard we was bumpin', so you had to bring your clique with ya'
So you know I had to put a bullet in 'bout six niggas (Yeah)
Fuck niggas, they running their triathlon
Catch me gettin' sloppy wit' a bitch that look like Asher Roth (Yeah)
And I ain't playin' games like zombies, bitch, I'm getting trains
Runnin' trains and bitches killing snitches in an aeroplane
And I'm a menace, see more mouths than a dentist
I'm killing till I'm replenished, you niggas don't know the half of it
Half-ass rappers talking shit, check the time
Turn around and see my nigga's wit' me totin' .49's
And know they mad 'cause I ain't really stuntin' shit
I hate the bitch and have my other wife who playing wit' my dick (Y'all feel like that?)
Swallow spitting, she swallow spitting, she swallow spitting
Said this since beginning, I'm just beginning, intend on winning
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