Big Xshon – WEBGANG

Big Xshon – WEBGANG Lyrics

Artist: Big Xshon
Song: WEBGANG

And
And then just ohhhh
Just everything’s so expensive
Just ohh god, it’s just, you just

Ohhhh
395, ayy, i’m that f#cking guy (huh)
Gotta lot of enemies b#tch (huh)
Hang em out to dry (huh)

Drove up to the retail mall, coach bag what he f#cking buy
And i look good to these b#tches, i ain’t even gotta try (ayy)
Body after body, call me mr. rubberman
And i do pilates, strecth her out like rubber bands

Who gon’ be the one, well that all really depends
Wanna go ’round the house, or just smash in the benz?
Wanna take a lil bit?
Hoe, i’m straight johnny sins

Web gang who i’m loyal to, they my true friends
Yuh, i’m building up the fj like top gear
All these dumb hoes screaming in my rear view mirror
Chris, if an old, old man comes to bowl

He’s bout to throw the og slider, aight
Yuh, fly down 27 in the jag
Gettin’ money, yuh, i’m in my bag
Keep that thing tucked, don’t give two f#cks (yuh)

Played with mrs piggy and got f#cked
Now he down like he got jumped
Rounds of zaxby’s, eatin’ at the dump
And he plays golf like he’s donald trump

I think c mills the king of crunk
Choppa loaded, bout to light this b#tch up
Man down, gotta get him out the slump
Shot gun, shot gun

Hit him with the pump (yuh)
I checked the weather, it’s ‘sposed to be sunny
She looking my way, yo b#tch acting real funny
She dropping and hop on this dick like a bunny

Her assets are overflowing with my money
She moving slow, but b#tch i move fast
Gave her a lesson, nearly dropped outta class
Yuh, i know you thought i would judge you

I don’t care who you f#cked in your past
Gotta new way everyday, everyday ain’t the same
Yeah, your b#tch, uhuh, she gave me brain
Yuh, i’m f#cking this hoe like a pisces

She went on travelocity, now she wanna sight see
That’s what we do, we got back to back bangers
We striping out dubs like bernhard langer
I’m bout to fly my boeing in my hanger

I just might smash and dash me some cougar (cougar growls)
I checked the fields, went and shot me some deer
If it ain’t a f#cking coors, then it ain’t a f#cking beer
Gotta whole new style, welcome to the rodeo

Gotta whole new love, call me f#cking romeo
Gotta whole new feature, it could make it in a club
Bout to whip that #ss up, post it on p#rnhub
She got 400 licks to the center of my tootsie pop

We debating on who starting on top (og slider)
Woke up like keegan, i took a sh#t
He may be a cracker, but his #ss can spit
Woke up like chris, i took a swing

He may be an amateur, but he can fling
Wake up like xian, my #ss started rhymin’
They said i’m an #ssh#l#, but they will not chime in
Web gang do not care, we gon’ keep on runnin’

And kaspar stay tucked, he gon’ keep on gunnin’
395, ayy, i’m that f#cking guy (huh)
Gotta lot of enemies b#tch (huh)
Hang em out to dry (huh)

Drove up to the retail mall, coach bag what he f#cking buy
And i look good to these b#tches, i ain’t even gotta try (ayy)
Body after body, call me mr. rubberman
And i do pilates, stretch her out like rubber bands

Who gon’ be the one, well that all really depends
Wanna go ’round the house, or just smash in the benz?
Wanna take a lil bit?
Hoe, i’m straight johnny sins

Web gang who i’m loyal to, they my true friends
Not from london or sussex, i’m not from those ends
And curcio’s a guy i really don’t commend (ayy)
Uhh

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Djp, yuh (yessir)
Uh, ayy (ok there he is)
Shout out my boy shawn bruh (xshon)

Here we go
Chris, if an old, old man comes to bowl
He’s bout to throw the og slider, aight (ayy)
Ayyy

I got the dope
I got the flow that’ll make that boy choke
Pinocchio pistol my stick finna poke
I think i’m a phoenix but no killing joke

Get back or get turned to a pack
I tell ’em to figure me out like mat pat
Red gucci attire come sit on my sack
Or you could get shot, better duck like afflack

Uh uh
Swerve the bugatti and lately i been balling
They say i flex like im scotty 2 hotty
Got me a shotty, don’t even know why these n#gg#s going ferrell

I don’t know ricky bobby
Don’t try to copy cause your music sound like dookie
Time to go flush that boy dirty potty
Caught me a body while sippin on henny

I drove off the road, time to get a new audi
Uh huh, these n#gg#s
I don’t really think that i am a comparable
Rapper to these n#gg#s, they can get subtracted out

While that boy djp the main variable
I’m finna listen to that boy new album
Oh never mind, they telling me it’s unbearable (huh)
Rip where that boy burial (huh)

Got your girl wetter than ariel (uh ohh)
Got my fingers all over her like she a joystick (oh)
I’m sorry to say this, but your career more flushed away than the
n#gg#s that went down the toilet

You got no way home if you haven’t seen spider-man
Then i’m real sorry to spoil it
But anyway, my crew coming to get you
We know your identity, you can’t avoid it

Y’all see that
That’s six burners crankin’ out american gas
On my american grill
Where in just a little while

I’m going to grill an american hamburger
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Big Xshon Lyrics – WEBGANG

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Release Year: 2022