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XXL Freshmen 2024 Cypher - Part 1 Lyrics[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]
Huh, ayy, let's go
You know I rep 6-double-0
A bitch nigga reach for my chain then this bitch on my soul, then that boy gotta go
The baddest of bitches be on me and all of my niggas soon as we hit the door
See, really, we sellin' the whites to the—
'Til I started progressin' and savin' like—
See, really, I'm kinda the biggest, they call me BigX
Baby, if you didn't know
He namin' top five in the city and don't mention me then he play wit' his nose
These niggas be get caught and [?] sit in that cell and can't stick to the code
Nigga, you pussy, I heard that you fold in yo' partner
Rat, y'all know that he told

[Verse 2: Bossman DLow]
Uh, uh, uh
Come here, bae
You so goddamn fine
What's yo' number?
I been beatin' up the road
I got scars on my 'nother
Cheese-chaser
Highway speed-racer
Doin' a hundred
I'm in traffic, drive a fuckin' G-Wagon like a Honda
Niggas hatin' 'cause they ain't us
Fuck them niggas, I'm rich as fuck
You lookin' for me, I'm cookin' up
Where it's at? I'm pushin' up
Money good, trap swingin'
I'm beatin' the pot up like I'm angry
I can't run it up with no anger
I got chicken like Bojangles
I got chicken like Zaxby's, nigga
Want some—get at me, nigga
I'm Mr. Beat The Fuckin' Road
I'm Mr. Fuck Up Traffic, nigga
I'm on a jet, drinkin' champagne wit' no ice, nigga, huh
I got too much dog shit on me, run a light, nigga, huh
Fuck the lames, you look better wit' a boss, baby, huh
I buy you Chrome Heart, let me nail you to the cross, baby, huh
You look good in that dress, but take it off, baby, huh

[Verse 3: Maiya The Don]
Yeah, huh
Bitches tryna count me out, and that shit ain't addin' up, huh?
It's a fifth sight 'fore I smoke the cig', I still ain't pass the blunt, huh?
Ever since I hit the scene, I got all these bitches gagged
One-of-one custom jeans, couple bands to pop a tag
She keep droppin' all this music, someone tell her that it's wack
All the streams and income, I feel like I'm Kai Cenat
Hunnid racks in my bag, hunnid pounds on my neck
I just left the Louis store, and there ain't no Louis left
My closet got more [?] than Saks, that shit look like the outlet
My dress still smellin' like the model, this fit ain't even out yet
I been killin' all you hoes, lil' bitch, I'm still the baddest
I should claim you all my sons, I'ma claim you on my taxes
I put belt to ass and pen to pad
Foot on necks, these bitches mad
She can ask where her nigga at
She can't get her nigga back, uh
Bitch, I'm bigger than the state where the Spurs play
She a bum, why would she wear that on her birthday? Uh
I'm Met Gala for the function on a Thursday, huh
Bum bitch contest, you in first place
Been know I'm the big don
I'm a bad bitch wit' a bankroll
Bad and bougie
I been the type to go stankface on a stank ho
Johnny Dang doin' home deliveries
Niggas got me snowed in
Vacay where it's clear water and white sand to put my toes in
Touched a mil' at twenty-one
Fuck I look like bein' humble?
I put more on the ring than a fuckin' Royal Rumble
Oh yeah