Xet’s Revenge 3 lyrics

Haha, ay, okay

Bro she tryna play Xet but I don't wanna lean
Bro we gone off the Xan's, two Percs can't think
New ice on the neck and b-bury me
She said she from Carolina, got pills in the sink
But I don't want a Panther, unless that it's pink
(?), Jeans don't fit
I can see that I put you on copy, my fits
Can't f*ck with these crackers, not talking about Ritz
You making these plays, I ain't talking no bliss
Shots at a n*gga talking, they really jest
That n*gga talking, he get hit with the stick
I thought he was not (?), the way he on di*k
b*tch, you know I keep (?)
He swear to God, drip on that b*tch and got riz
Broke ass n*gga, drink honest your fizz
All your b*tches got f*cked, man it is what it is
Or it is when I hit it from the back, got her limping like Bambi
I thought I washеd sheets, but your b*tch is too sandy
Bruh, I'm taking top, but I don't want a handy
The way that I'm mossing, I'm feeling like Randy
She want to (?), but b*tch I got Brandy
Tеll her up the ante, she look at me like candy
Bruh I love when she tease, but she know I want more
The double D titties, bro I can't ignore
(Knock, knock, knock sfx)

Who's that at the door, oh it's your mother
I mean, Mi Amor
Bro I was a virgin, she made me a whore
But I know she attached, like an umbilical cord
When I give her the back shots, she say don't record
b*tch I'm not even into you, I was just bored