Name: i(had 2 remix) - XAGLE by XAGLE
Duration: 3 min 13 s
Description: A collection of great western culture with a funky beat and Playboi Carti.

You know what we did
You know what it is
Anything I lived thru it
So I never really give a shit
Split the spliff, hit ya chick
I’m poor but my dick is rich
A goldmine, shorty hold mine
Like a loaded nine, get her 2 open her mind, to one that’s soakin in grime
I’m loathin this grind, she make it worth while but to walk it ain’t worth a mile
I’m certainly wild, murk a pedophile
No justification, left in a musty basement
Duckin the paypigs, cougar legs open
Up in there waitin, it sucks that she basic
BBL or wassup wit the facelift
Tummy tuck, I know she gonna fuck
Somethin was up, I’m still tuckin my gun
Stuck in that rut, it’s a punch to the gut
I go twenty seven rounds, I’m 27 now
Let it bounce, not a bitch left out

Catch me on the satellite
Had em baffled like
When tragedy strikes
Swipe the bag in my sight
Catch me on the satellite

27 rounds at 27 clowns, hunt the rest of em down, the girls checkin it now
Should I settle down, give the best in my vows, or keep wit the creepin
Sneaky linkin, red wine drinkin
Weed smoke while I’m thinkin
They said I look like Jesse Pinkman
I ain’t certain, no rizz that’s workin
I’m a different person, in the Ritz lurkin
I see these bitches twerkin, I don’t know those bitches, chlamydia in the throat bitches, you go head and hold those bitches, I’ll let the clip explode at a witness
Let’s get it, Kama sutra in front of the computer, tantric yoga get it boostin
Have sex for the amusement
Her inner legs bruisin, two minutes to get into it, when she gets to movin
They shouldn’t lecture me when they got the recipe for an STD, plus ADHD
I make em all hate me, it’s gravy
They still know I keep it wavy
A night out, you gotta pay me

Catch me on the satellite
Had em baffled like
When tragedy strikes
Swipe the bag in my sight
Catch me on the satellite

Bouda start go and chargin hoes
Let a party blow after sparkin foes
Got the case of rose, one bottle to the face tho, part of my woes
I got the darkest flow
Hope no narcs know
Catch me on the satellite
I’m the last they like, still smashin right
That’s right, it’s that tight, not ran thru
Lit a candle, all her defense dismantle
Never stay and I don’t plan to
You only got the cam fooled
I truly understand you, no self respect
Truth I tell it best, but forgot when I felt the neck, held my chest, I help the rest
But forget you, left disheveled
Need money to embezzle
Got love for the rebel
Speak at the hoes correct
You know how it goes when I flex

Catch me on the satellite
Had em baffled like
When tragedy strikes
Swipe the bag in my sight
Catch me on the satellite

I don’t see those threats
I suffered ego death
Need the lead role next
Speak at the hoes correct
You know how it goes when I flex

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i(had 2 remix) - XAGLE

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