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Oldirtyspryte - X_Wing Lyrics



Oldirtyspryte - X_Wing Lyrics




A whole new dimension of life for people of the future
Oldirtyspryte in this bitch
It's Yung Sizzurp talkin' shit on the mic in this bitch
I don't give a

Dirty in the cut drip pus
Rollin' up something that smell like a porn star's cunt
Blueberry Jolly Rancher with a blueberry blunt
Finger blastin' rappers call it my Gallick Gun

Is he from Planet Vegito or got Namekian roots
He flow like the illest
Speak like the thespians do

I've been next level
You just in the next room
We can battle in orbit around Planet
Naboo
X-Wings shoot when I cruise through the booth
Best believe it
I'm a cyborg swingin' four swords
Gen Grievous
Young Moon Dog, extinguish
Sticky that goo gone
Big blunts like Rick Ross
Cuban gars gold chain rap
In the kitchen like Ajax

Mercury all in my brain
Man, that's just from the stained glass
I'm just dancin' out in the rain
Clouds above me I suppose
It's kinda lovely from the ground below ascends a labyrinth
It's getiing muddy
Rumbling in my tumbly
God do not like ugly
He reached down and blessed me
It's the curse of the mummy

I've been on my bullshit since 93
And I've been around the block a couple times or three
But it don't bother me
I'm not really married to the idea of telling you my feelings
Cause I feel that sometimes these bars are more than willing to knock a tooth loose
I'm at your door like open up

What it do
It's cold out
Let me in
Who this

It's Mumrah
With 3 Shadowcats behind the mask of a thunder god
You greeted with so many texts
You think you landed on Robotron

See I don't want the smoke

But I'm trying to make a brisket that's beef, bitch
And I stay shining
No sequin
Like Lasix I'll leave you leaking

Man I swear to God
On my momma
On the squad
We deserve an applause

Beats so raw
Bars Ill like SARS
Let's get it
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A whole new dimension of life for people of the future
Oldirtyspryte in this bitch
It's Yung Sizzurp talkin' shit on the mic in this bitch
I don't give a

Dirty in the cut drip pus
Rollin' up something that smell like a porn star's cunt
Blueberry Jolly Rancher with a blueberry blunt
Finger blastin' rappers call it my Gallick Gun

Is he from Planet Vegito or got Namekian roots
He flow like the illest
Speak like the thespians do

I've been next level
You just in the next room
We can battle in orbit around Planet
Naboo
X-Wings shoot when I cruise through the booth
Best believe it
I'm a cyborg swingin' four swords
Gen Grievous
Young Moon Dog, extinguish
Sticky that goo gone
Big blunts like Rick Ross
Cuban gars gold chain rap
In the kitchen like Ajax

Mercury all in my brain
Man, that's just from the stained glass
I'm just dancin' out in the rain
Clouds above me I suppose
It's kinda lovely from the ground below ascends a labyrinth
It's getiing muddy
Rumbling in my tumbly
God do not like ugly
He reached down and blessed me
It's the curse of the mummy

I've been on my bullshit since 93
And I've been around the block a couple times or three
But it don't bother me
I'm not really married to the idea of telling you my feelings
Cause I feel that sometimes these bars are more than willing to knock a tooth loose
I'm at your door like open up

What it do
It's cold out
Let me in
Who this

It's Mumrah
With 3 Shadowcats behind the mask of a thunder god
You greeted with so many texts
You think you landed on Robotron

See I don't want the smoke

But I'm trying to make a brisket that's beef, bitch
And I stay shining
No sequin
Like Lasix I'll leave you leaking

Man I swear to God
On my momma
On the squad
We deserve an applause

Beats so raw
Bars Ill like SARS
Let's get it
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Writer: Brian Bailey II
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Oldirtyspryte
Length: 2:00
Written by: Brian Bailey II

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