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Paroles de la chanson Xstacy par Calboy

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Run that shit up (Yeah)
Huh, huh (Yeah, yeah)
Hey

Remember I was down now I got diamonds on my neck (Woah)
And he prolly gon' keep them frowns 'cause I got rich and he upset (Woah)
Won't expect you to hold me down 'cause I know most these hoes ain't shit
And the street life let me down, but I keep my faith in these bricks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need a bag, I need a check, I need it now, I need it fast (Yeah, yeah)

Shawty get nasty, she off the X, she want me now (Now), baby the best (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Load up them rounds, get on your ass
Play with the paper and you get a TEC (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got the paper, I know that they mad
Come from that wild now we on a jet (Hey)

Boy, I get wild, I made a mess
The talk of the town, bitch, I'm up next (Bitch)
Shorty hawkin' him down, watch, he get stretched
Shorty talkin' too load, watch, he be next (Boom)
I'm who you talkin' to, get stretched to O
I got a plug in Mexico (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got the top and didn't text the ho
I fuck my bitch with a extra ho (Well, duh)
She never textin' me X and Os
She fell in love with the X and Os

I do not love her, I do not trust her, I cannot let her get extra close (Hell nah)
Bitch, I'm that nigga, might let you know (Ayy)
You know my Nina bisexual (Ayy)
My shooter got a new TEC to blow (Ayy)
Watch how I run up a check and boast (Ha)

Remember I was down now I got diamonds on my neck (Woah)
And he prolly gon' keep them frowns 'cause I got rich and he upset (Woah)
Won't expect you to hold me down 'cause I know most these hoes ain't shit
And the street life let me down, but I keep my faith in these bricks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need a bag, I need a check, I need it now, I need it fast (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty get nasty, she off the X, she want me now (Now), baby the best (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Load up them rounds, get on your ass
Play with the paper and you get a TEC (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got the paper, I know that they mad
Come from that wild now we on a jet

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