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Xxxtentacion - Whores On The Boards Feat Nyora Spouse Lyrics

Very rare boys nigga (how you feel?)
(Fuck that, get slumped bitch)
Y'all feel like that?
Yo, hm, see me
Mama had to send me into church

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?)
Fill 'em, venom with 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 diss niggas
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
And know they mad 'cause I ain't really stuntin' shit I hate to beat [?] my other wife who playing wit' my dick (y'all feel like that?)
Swallow spitting, swallow spitting, she swallow spitting
Say this since the beginning, I'm just beginning and I intend on winning
Yo, hahahaha
(Yeah!)
Hmm-mhm

Hooligan in the hoodie no zimmerman
So shoot me, I got visions in my head, you'll soon see
Savin' my dollars for mary jane to get baked clean
Myself off with a sunbathing [?]
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more
I don't take that fuck shit (yeah!)
I don't even want your bitch she tryna 'press me with some lucy rose shit
Let a real nigga roll, oh you wasting all the weed
Wearing all this [?] cause I'm killing all this tree
Druggie nigga I'm a slump boy in for the 'bidden fruit
Should give me joy
But my pastor always talk, I gotta lie to me
These nigga's biting me like sharks tryin' to clone me (yea-), but shit
That's how I earn respect (yea-), sippin' bottle I'm the holy grail
While getting neck, don't need to sneeze
To know I'm blessed, I'm Versace
Motherfucker, you guessed, small [?] I did get higher
The pussy I slay, but her's is a fighter
You're mad cause you can't be like me
I stunt I flex and I burn mary g (y'all feel like that?)
I stick to the code fall back and let young niggas watch them take notes
Uh (y'all feel like that?)

Shagadava, ah fu-
Y'all feel like that?