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DeAngelo Xavier - Got Some Lyrics



DeAngelo Xavier - Got Some Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lord Brunson ]

Yeah
What, what
What, what
Yeah
Have you ever had to talk your man out of a drill
Then he make a valid point now yall fight for the kill
We run tabs up in spots just to fight for the bill
You know how we play but this ain't EA
The work fresher than some new Ceviche
Drug dealers playing bones sitting on a PJ
They clapping ass to coke bars I don't need no DJ
We sent niggas in ghost cars with fully autos to spray
I'm a hustlers I turned youtube to pay day
Took that money then put a couple bucks in J pay
Bought a tablet for my man so he can see where I stay
He said wow I ain't never seen no deers round the way
Y'all serve trash but we scrapping the plate
I'm hard enough to make the razor blade break
I'm a boss I ain't never had no bad bitch flake
I tell her meet me here then she respond with yeah that's a date
I met my plug on the back of the train I was hurting
He gave me a lil something for that sprain
Not a worker but a partner til this day I remain
I can get you Christmas trees or the fresh candy cain
I don't tuck in my shirt so why would I tuck my chain I did my homework
I know where all you niggas be staying
I was cloned first I hear a lot of me in your sayings
Stuffing 1212 skinnies while we watching the Wayans
Bang bang like pops
We flat line all oops
Keyless entry the drops
Boat shoes on for the yachts
Louie slippers no tick on the watch this fresh yola non stick in the pot
I heard it's beef I got a drum on the chop
I should've been here is you ready or not
It's big Lord nigga
I can talk about some money cause I got some, yeah
And I can talk about these guns cause I shot some
You can't talk bout real niggas cause you're not one
You can't talk about us cause you're not them
Ayo
Open your eyes you see a real nigga
Most niggas fake and be ducking don't wanna deal with em
My finger pulling the trigger gotta conceal with em
Helmet with pads make a tackle on the field with em
Most people try on the mic but ain't like me
Now they getting mad in they feels they wanna fight me
But you don't want no problems like that and that's a fact
If Lord got the Bernie motherf*cka I'm the Mac, baby girl
Getting smarter every day I'm sure
And her sister like a charm when shine like a jewel
The pot is full we dump shit
Niggas got the test and they failed cause they don't know shit
Nigga I'm the goatest
Momma come get your son
He laying in a tub full of ducks like reverend Run
The world change souls say we better off dying young
I rather beat the face bite a ear like I'm Tyson
Made in Norfolk
Keep em spinning like the Wheel of Fortune
Change the scene sea the world like the spirit of Norfolk
My rhyme book full of flames like you can't touch it
It's all red like ketchup they can't mustard, nigga
Momma come get your son
He laying in a tub full of ducks like reverend Run
The world change souls say we better off dying young
Rather beat the face on a bad bitch til I cum, The rap God
I can talk about some money cause I got some, yeah
And I can talk about these guns cause I shot some
You can't talk about real niggas cause you're not one
You can't talk about us cause you're not them
Got some
Shot some
You're not one
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Yeah
What, what
What, what
Yeah
Have you ever had to talk your man out of a drill
Then he make a valid point now yall fight for the kill
We run tabs up in spots just to fight for the bill
You know how we play but this ain't EA
The work fresher than some new Ceviche
Drug dealers playing bones sitting on a PJ
They clapping ass to coke bars I don't need no DJ
We sent niggas in ghost cars with fully autos to spray
I'm a hustlers I turned youtube to pay day
Took that money then put a couple bucks in J pay
Bought a tablet for my man so he can see where I stay
He said wow I ain't never seen no deers round the way
Y'all serve trash but we scrapping the plate
I'm hard enough to make the razor blade break
I'm a boss I ain't never had no bad bitch flake
I tell her meet me here then she respond with yeah that's a date
I met my plug on the back of the train I was hurting
He gave me a lil something for that sprain
Not a worker but a partner til this day I remain
I can get you Christmas trees or the fresh candy cain
I don't tuck in my shirt so why would I tuck my chain I did my homework
I know where all you niggas be staying
I was cloned first I hear a lot of me in your sayings
Stuffing 1212 skinnies while we watching the Wayans
Bang bang like pops
We flat line all oops
Keyless entry the drops
Boat shoes on for the yachts
Louie slippers no tick on the watch this fresh yola non stick in the pot
I heard it's beef I got a drum on the chop
I should've been here is you ready or not
It's big Lord nigga
I can talk about some money cause I got some, yeah
And I can talk about these guns cause I shot some
You can't talk bout real niggas cause you're not one
You can't talk about us cause you're not them
Ayo
Open your eyes you see a real nigga
Most niggas fake and be ducking don't wanna deal with em
My finger pulling the trigger gotta conceal with em
Helmet with pads make a tackle on the field with em
Most people try on the mic but ain't like me
Now they getting mad in they feels they wanna fight me
But you don't want no problems like that and that's a fact
If Lord got the Bernie motherf*cka I'm the Mac, baby girl
Getting smarter every day I'm sure
And her sister like a charm when shine like a jewel
The pot is full we dump shit
Niggas got the test and they failed cause they don't know shit
Nigga I'm the goatest
Momma come get your son
He laying in a tub full of ducks like reverend Run
The world change souls say we better off dying young
I rather beat the face bite a ear like I'm Tyson
Made in Norfolk
Keep em spinning like the Wheel of Fortune
Change the scene sea the world like the spirit of Norfolk
My rhyme book full of flames like you can't touch it
It's all red like ketchup they can't mustard, nigga
Momma come get your son
He laying in a tub full of ducks like reverend Run
The world change souls say we better off dying young
Rather beat the face on a bad bitch til I cum, The rap God
I can talk about some money cause I got some, yeah
And I can talk about these guns cause I shot some
You can't talk about real niggas cause you're not one
You can't talk about us cause you're not them
Got some
Shot some
You're not one
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: DeAngelo Edmond, Elijah Brunson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




DeAngelo Xavier - Got Some Video
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Performed By: DeAngelo Xavier
Featuring: Lord Brunson
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: DeAngelo Edmond, Elijah Brunson

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