Top Songs By Xhulooo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xhulooo
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maajins
Producer
Thankyouwill
Producer
Lyrics
Drivers, start your engines!
Ah, yeah
Why she call me papa? (Uh)
No, I'm not her father (Yeah)
Money standing up straight, It got good posture
Shrimp with the pasta
That girl she a baba
Whole gang getting guala
Put that on my momma
Steady countin' commas
We don't do the drama
Presi Rollie with the red face, like Obama
I do what I wanna
Rock out like Nirvana
Better give her to the gang, 'cause she goin' and you know that
And they see me in my Bain, all black, just like Kodak
We gon' take his life
Tell his patna get his bro back (Get yo bro back)
You must be a fool if you thinkin' I be on lack (You a fool)
I know rappers biting, tell them boys give my flow back
We gon' run 'em down and surprise 'em like a throwback
Yeah, my glock got a drum, making beats, ain't no Polack
Finna be on tour, traveling, I'm a nomad (Yeah)
(Ooh, whew, ooh)
Girl you could've said something
Knew you was a fed one (Oh)
No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none
She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)
(Ooh, whew, ooh)
Girl you could've said something
Knew you was a fed one (Oh)
No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none
She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)
Ah, yeah
Why she call me papa? (Uh)
No, I'm not her father (Yeah)
Money standing up straight, It got good posture
Shrimp with the pasta
That girl she a baba
Whole gang getting guala
Put that on my momma
Steady countin' commas
We don't do the drama
Presi Rollie with the red face, like Obama
I do what I wanna
Rock out like Nirvana
Better give her to the gang, 'cause she goin' and you know that
And they see me in my Bain, all black, just like Kodak
We gon' take his life
Tell his patna get his bro back (Get yo bro back)
You must be a fool if you thinkin' I be on lack (You a fool)
I know rappers biting, tell them boys give my flow back
We gon' run 'em down and surprise 'em like a throwback
Yeah, my glock got a drum, making beats, ain't no Polack
Finna be on tour, traveling, I'm a nomad (Yeah)
(Ooh, whew, ooh)
Girl you could've said something
Knew you was a fed one (Oh)
No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none
She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)
(On to the next-, On-, On to the next one)
(On to the next-, On-, On to the next one)
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