Mega Man lyrics

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XXXTENTACION


[Intro: Yung Grabba]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Grabba]
Mega man, mega man
Shooting sh*t, mega man
Mega man, mega man
Shooting sh*t, mega man
Mega man, mega man
Shooting sh*t, mega man
Mega man, mega man
Shooting sh*t, mega man

[Verse 1: Yung Grabba]
Your b*tch wanna f*ck me
She know Grabba got the f*cking zip
Pints on top of pints yeah Grabba got that muddy slimy sh*t
Truey on my Louis b*tches top me in a foreign whip
MK on my last b*tch cause she suck me in my M-1-6
Who are you my n*gga why you talking all that stupid sh*t
Your b*tch is the topic she be always on a different di*k
b*tch pus*y like 'venchy so I had to let my n*ggas hit
Racks all in my pocket your b*tch wanna suck my f*cking di*k

[Chorus: Yung Grabba]
Mega man, mega man
Shooting sh*t, mega man
Mega man, mega man
Shooting sh*t, mega man
[Verse 2: Yung Gook]
Okay, okay
FLA sh*t hit a n*gga with a clip
Up in the kitchen I whip a whole brick
Cadillac sh*t stay whipping my wrist
Back of the caddy she sucking my di*k
Jugg a f*ck n*gga I'm picking his sh*t
Like I'm Mario, stacking up bricks
Codeine bricks, been with the sh*ts
Yung Gook, taking ya loot
pus*y don't play cause my young n*ggas shoot
Hop out the coupe and I smoke in the booth
With lil boof and you know we some gooks

[Interlude; XXXTENTACION]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Gang, gang

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
I got black and white b*tches I call it zebra
Little spots all on yo head like a cheetah
I heard that b*tch come from the jungle, she a eater
You know my n*ggas super savage, they gon' feed her
Gotta clock up on my c*ck like Flava Flav (Ayy, ayy, how you do it, ayy)
Demolition in that pus*y scraight from rage (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You know my n*ggas is shootin' no PlayStation (Ayy, gang)
I know some n*ggas in county they straight Haitian (Gang, gang)
They be like X don't send no texts how he do it (Hey! Ayy, ayy)
I beat her down her pus*y running I'm talkin' fluid (Murk, murk)
Master blasting, I heard yo n*ggas boolin' (Ayy, ayy)
I got some b*tches, b*tches they need some seducing, crucially (Ayy)
[Verse 4: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Woke up with a head then slap on a rack
I'm flashin' this paper, she said "she see that"
She giving me dome, she said she can't breathe
She still goin' hard, asthma attack
Respect my mind and respecting my gat
Supreme on my back, five panel hat
We playin' Chicago so pass that sh*t back
Them Juicy J paper, get trippy off that
I puff and I pass, I'm bustin' right through
You catchin' a chill, ice on my neck
Gotta throw up your set, that's when them watches
The chains, the rings, be shinin' the best
I'm whippin' and cooking and looking the best
Stainless steel from Bangladesh
She squirt like a hoe who been touching herself
Mind on that green like I'm layin' in grass
Colored Sprite got me nice
Damn I'm lookin' swag tonight
Where the b*tch, teeth pearly
White, she tryna f*ck tonight
Rollin up that grand daddy
How my head feel Einstein
Sittin' back, pushin' packs
Mary Jane my concubine
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