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Randy & Sheamus (feat. molow) Video (MV)




Performed By: Kaixn!
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Marcus Wilkes, Kaixn!, Kaixn! Kaixn!
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Kaixn! - Randy & Sheamus (feat. molow) Lyrics
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Uh
Hold on lil baby, you doin' too much
The f*ck wrong with you? you say what?
She say "I like niggas with abs and cuts", the f*ck is wrong with a gut?
Huh, but shit we eatin' though
Hotbox whip, cant see the road
Huh, vibin' with you, make me nauseous, time for me to go
Huh, stop it, ho, let me get on topic, let's get to the roll
Huh, she gossip, givin' her homegirl the scoop, go get another bowl
Huh, checkin' the numbers that be on my phone rise up like Georgia Dome Huh, jumpin' off the top rope, gettin' all green like Shaemus
Twin got vibes at the spot, yeah, like em all but shit, what they name is? Huh, she a freak, I like em dangerous, yeah
Lip service, shawty shameless, yeah
Tinted glass window stainless, yeah
He want beef and he get angus, yeah
Huh, what y'all doin'? Give madula
Have you ever swallowed half a ruler?
Oh, that's too much, keep it cool, huh
It's okay, I'ma send you a Uber
Aquamarine diamonds from the jeweler
Spend it all and get it back
Move around and with the pack
Huh, Angels round me never lack
Niggas knowin' where we at
Tell the people in the back
Huh, Stay focused on the racks
Huh, keep workin', don't relax
Huh, one day you gon' flex, huh
Don't overworry the next, hope you get the message, this is not the text
Yeah, money heavyweight like Randy
Count up, I got rackies
I'm pourin' up lines in my sprite
This shit taste like candy
Got a Glock on my side, got it tuck, this shit come in handy
I got tools on my waits, like if I was Handy Manny
And they gon' get 'em hit
Get 'em hurt real badly
Yeah, choppa hit 'em like a RKO
Money longer than a motherf*ckin' rope
Jamaican plug, he be sellin' that dope
Bitch, I'm pourin' up fours, I'm tryna buy myself a Rolls
I got a brand new pole, and this shit gon' take his soul
I'm high as f*ck, I be swervin' on the road
And I've been countin' up, yeah, my money swole
Like Randy, I'm finna jump off the wring
Yeah, these bullets, let em fly, they gon' ring
They gon' hit 'em like a ping
Put his arm in a sling, yeah
Yeah, I'm tryna geek up
I be smokin' on reefer
I be smokin' on sativa
Sippin' drank, killin' my liver
Yeah, I'm tryna geek up
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English

Uh
Hold on lil baby, you doin' too much
The f*ck wrong with you? you say what?
She say "I like niggas with abs and cuts", the f*ck is wrong with a gut?
Huh, but shit we eatin' though
Hotbox whip, cant see the road
Huh, vibin' with you, make me nauseous, time for me to go
Huh, stop it, ho, let me get on topic, let's get to the roll
Huh, she gossip, givin' her homegirl the scoop, go get another bowl
Huh, checkin' the numbers that be on my phone rise up like Georgia Dome Huh, jumpin' off the top rope, gettin' all green like Shaemus
Twin got vibes at the spot, yeah, like em all but shit, what they name is? Huh, she a freak, I like em dangerous, yeah
Lip service, shawty shameless, yeah
Tinted glass window stainless, yeah
He want beef and he get angus, yeah
Huh, what y'all doin'? Give madula
Have you ever swallowed half a ruler?
Oh, that's too much, keep it cool, huh
It's okay, I'ma send you a Uber
Aquamarine diamonds from the jeweler
Spend it all and get it back
Move around and with the pack
Huh, Angels round me never lack
Niggas knowin' where we at
Tell the people in the back
Huh, Stay focused on the racks
Huh, keep workin', don't relax
Huh, one day you gon' flex, huh
Don't overworry the next, hope you get the message, this is not the text
Yeah, money heavyweight like Randy
Count up, I got rackies
I'm pourin' up lines in my sprite
This shit taste like candy
Got a Glock on my side, got it tuck, this shit come in handy
I got tools on my waits, like if I was Handy Manny
And they gon' get 'em hit
Get 'em hurt real badly
Yeah, choppa hit 'em like a RKO
Money longer than a motherf*ckin' rope
Jamaican plug, he be sellin' that dope
Bitch, I'm pourin' up fours, I'm tryna buy myself a Rolls
I got a brand new pole, and this shit gon' take his soul
I'm high as f*ck, I be swervin' on the road
And I've been countin' up, yeah, my money swole
Like Randy, I'm finna jump off the wring
Yeah, these bullets, let em fly, they gon' ring
They gon' hit 'em like a ping
Put his arm in a sling, yeah
Yeah, I'm tryna geek up
I be smokin' on reefer
I be smokin' on sativa
Sippin' drank, killin' my liver
Yeah, I'm tryna geek up
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Writer: Marcus Wilkes, Kaixn!, Kaixn! Kaixn!
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