Gang
Yeah
Swisha
Gang
Yeah
W3, yeah
Gang
Gang
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Run up the racks like a linebacker
Sealed pack, that's a head cracker
I'm making plays and y'all niggas just stay actors
Tryna' get paid, I can't be a slacker
That 9 to 5 made my soles blacker
Gave her that dick, yeah my soul smacked her
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah, aye
Yeah I make noise, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X Factor
Yeah I make noise, I'm the X Factor
I've been counting money
Always tryna' cash a check
I spoil my honey
Diamond dazzle that stay on her neck
I just do it like it's Nike, rock that all black tech
I just do it
W3 stay tatted on my chest
Yeah
They fear me
Sincerely, don't have your bitch come near me
None of these hoes can cheer me
Niggas can gift, but what can they give me
I keep my stash in the chimney
Niggas opp, so they cannot come near me
Sincerely, nigga just hear me
Nigga, you hear me?
My brothers they drip severely
W3 on a white tee
We moving at high-speed
Moving low can't find me
Wish a nigga come try me
Let a nigga come try me
Water drip tsunami
Sun rays can't blind me
One eye like kakashi
Know some niggas tried to slime me
Cause I look like a dime piece
Moving low can't find me
W3, can't sign me
Run up the racks like a linebacker
Sealed pack, that's a head cracker
I'm making plays and y'all niggas just stay actors
Tryna' get paid, I can't be a slacker
That 9 to 5 made my soles blacker
Gave her that dick, yeah my soul smacked her
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm that boy
Niggas plotting tryna' catch me lacking
They see my shoes
Not your ordinary, they in satin
It's so crazy how these niggas act
The way they acting
He saw my top, he had to cop
I think I need a patent
Mswisha - X Factor Lyrics
Mswisha - X Factor Lyrics
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Gang
Yeah
Swisha
Gang
Yeah
W3, yeah
Gang
Gang
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Run up the racks like a linebacker
Sealed pack, that's a head cracker
I'm making plays and y'all niggas just stay actors
Tryna' get paid, I can't be a slacker
That 9 to 5 made my soles blacker
Gave her that dick, yeah my soul smacked her
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah, aye
Yeah I make noise, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X Factor
Yeah I make noise, I'm the X Factor
I've been counting money
Always tryna' cash a check
I spoil my honey
Diamond dazzle that stay on her neck
I just do it like it's Nike, rock that all black tech
I just do it
W3 stay tatted on my chest
Yeah
They fear me
Sincerely, don't have your bitch come near me
None of these hoes can cheer me
Niggas can gift, but what can they give me
I keep my stash in the chimney
Niggas opp, so they cannot come near me
Sincerely, nigga just hear me
Nigga, you hear me?
My brothers they drip severely
W3 on a white tee
We moving at high-speed
Moving low can't find me
Wish a nigga come try me
Let a nigga come try me
Water drip tsunami
Sun rays can't blind me
One eye like kakashi
Know some niggas tried to slime me
Cause I look like a dime piece
Moving low can't find me
W3, can't sign me
Run up the racks like a linebacker
Sealed pack, that's a head cracker
I'm making plays and y'all niggas just stay actors
Tryna' get paid, I can't be a slacker
That 9 to 5 made my soles blacker
Gave her that dick, yeah my soul smacked her
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm that boy
Niggas plotting tryna' catch me lacking
They see my shoes
Not your ordinary, they in satin
It's so crazy how these niggas act
The way they acting
He saw my top, he had to cop
I think I need a patent
Yeah
Swisha
Gang
Yeah
W3, yeah
Gang
Gang
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Run up the racks like a linebacker
Sealed pack, that's a head cracker
I'm making plays and y'all niggas just stay actors
Tryna' get paid, I can't be a slacker
That 9 to 5 made my soles blacker
Gave her that dick, yeah my soul smacked her
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah, aye
Yeah I make noise, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X Factor
Yeah I make noise, I'm the X Factor
I've been counting money
Always tryna' cash a check
I spoil my honey
Diamond dazzle that stay on her neck
I just do it like it's Nike, rock that all black tech
I just do it
W3 stay tatted on my chest
Yeah
They fear me
Sincerely, don't have your bitch come near me
None of these hoes can cheer me
Niggas can gift, but what can they give me
I keep my stash in the chimney
Niggas opp, so they cannot come near me
Sincerely, nigga just hear me
Nigga, you hear me?
My brothers they drip severely
W3 on a white tee
We moving at high-speed
Moving low can't find me
Wish a nigga come try me
Let a nigga come try me
Water drip tsunami
Sun rays can't blind me
One eye like kakashi
Know some niggas tried to slime me
Cause I look like a dime piece
Moving low can't find me
W3, can't sign me
Run up the racks like a linebacker
Sealed pack, that's a head cracker
I'm making plays and y'all niggas just stay actors
Tryna' get paid, I can't be a slacker
That 9 to 5 made my soles blacker
Gave her that dick, yeah my soul smacked her
Yeah I'm the boy, I'm the X factor
Yeah I'm that boy
Niggas plotting tryna' catch me lacking
They see my shoes
Not your ordinary, they in satin
It's so crazy how these niggas act
The way they acting
He saw my top, he had to cop
I think I need a patent
Writer: Michael Hicks
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