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Xtendo (feat. Xavier Francis & Flavour Houdini) Video (MV)






The Wiseguy - Xtendo (feat. Xavier Francis & Flavour Houdini) Lyrics




Don't ask me I'm too high
Think too often let thoughts fly
Blazing backwoods in the wood
Oh my good God my oh my
Eat an edible type of guys
Its slice of cake slice of pie
What you thought, I just ride
Ride the wave for better days
In amazement in this case
Beat the case, different pace
Triathlon kind of race
Smile ear to ear, face to face
Clothing I cop, ain't for props
Eyes on us pop up shop
Ain't care about what you've got
Take a shot and another shot
Not the shots that go, pop pop pop
Drippin' so much I need a mop
Ain't Gucci but I got guap
Make ya do tha cha cha cha
Blow up like la la la
Roll up whatchu got
Hold up got ladies
No time for thoughts hey

Roll up on ya like a swisher sweet
Bust it down like Extended magazines ya
Live too many dreams I think I'm losin' sleep
Up close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
Up close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
Up Close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
What are those, Got plenty mo
Double vision, Hydro
Up Close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed

Roll the doja in the dojo
Take yo corner like a photo
Hold up on the promo
Ima soldier on this old road
Sportin' Polo for the low low
Kris Kites Ice cold as my rice Rice bowl
Got my sights low Keep some high goals motion sickness Keep my eyes closed
Tires roast
I'll ride to die, and in my next life I'll just
Ride some more
Ain't got time for sloppy acts
You way too copy cat and that's fact
I ain't even all of that - Yet to be up to bat
Gimme dat
Beat like a gat go
Click clack rata tata tat tat
Pull up on ya with the black cats
Luck'll hit you with the laugh gas
And ya can't control that
Don't let her hold ya back
Roll a sack
Wit a Doberman
Up in my lap
It's colder all up in my past
The future keeps takin' me back
Always need the final word like an epitaph

Roll up on ya like a swisher sweet
Bust it down like Extended magazines ya
Live too many dreams I think I'm losin' sleep
Up close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
Up close, Centrefolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
Up Close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
What are those, Got plenty mo
Double vision, Hydro
Up Close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
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English

Don't ask me I'm too high
Think too often let thoughts fly
Blazing backwoods in the wood
Oh my good God my oh my
Eat an edible type of guys
Its slice of cake slice of pie
What you thought, I just ride
Ride the wave for better days
In amazement in this case
Beat the case, different pace
Triathlon kind of race
Smile ear to ear, face to face
Clothing I cop, ain't for props
Eyes on us pop up shop
Ain't care about what you've got
Take a shot and another shot
Not the shots that go, pop pop pop
Drippin' so much I need a mop
Ain't Gucci but I got guap
Make ya do tha cha cha cha
Blow up like la la la
Roll up whatchu got
Hold up got ladies
No time for thoughts hey

Roll up on ya like a swisher sweet
Bust it down like Extended magazines ya
Live too many dreams I think I'm losin' sleep
Up close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
Up close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
Up Close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
What are those, Got plenty mo
Double vision, Hydro
Up Close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed

Roll the doja in the dojo
Take yo corner like a photo
Hold up on the promo
Ima soldier on this old road
Sportin' Polo for the low low
Kris Kites Ice cold as my rice Rice bowl
Got my sights low Keep some high goals motion sickness Keep my eyes closed
Tires roast
I'll ride to die, and in my next life I'll just
Ride some more
Ain't got time for sloppy acts
You way too copy cat and that's fact
I ain't even all of that - Yet to be up to bat
Gimme dat
Beat like a gat go
Click clack rata tata tat tat
Pull up on ya with the black cats
Luck'll hit you with the laugh gas
And ya can't control that
Don't let her hold ya back
Roll a sack
Wit a Doberman
Up in my lap
It's colder all up in my past
The future keeps takin' me back
Always need the final word like an epitaph

Roll up on ya like a swisher sweet
Bust it down like Extended magazines ya
Live too many dreams I think I'm losin' sleep
Up close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
Up close, Centrefolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
Up Close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
What are those, Got plenty mo
Double vision, Hydro
Up Close, Centerfolds
Motion sickness, Eyes closed
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Writer: Colton Davis, Nicholas Mravunac, Xavier Francis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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