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XXXTENTACION

Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy (January 23, 1998 – June 18, 2018), known professionally as XXXTentacion (often stylized as XXXTENTACION) and commonly referred to as simply X was an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. Though a controversial figure due to his widely publicized legal troubles, XXXTentacion gained a cult following among his young fanbase during his short career with his depression- and alienation-themed music. Critics and fans often credit him for his musical versatility, with his music exploring emo, drill, trap, lo-fi, indie rock, nu metal, hip hop, R&B, and punk rock. He is considered to be a leading figure in the emo rap and SoundCloud rap genres which garnered mainstream attention during the mid-to-late 2010s, and is the bestselling e… more »

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2017

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Cocaine for my breakfast (what?)
Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh)
Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy)
He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch)
F*ck with my set (ayy)
You get wet, like a pussy, yuh (yuh, yuh)
Sauce, what I spilled (yuh, yuh)
On my kilt, she need milk, okay like... (ayy, ayy)
XXX on a Killstreak, huh (bitch)
You pussy niggas, Rice Krispie, uh (what?)
F*ck a white bitch on a 6 speed (yuh)
6 stars like GTA, kill me, uh (f*ck)
It's more money I'm getting (ayy)
If a nigga tryna take, wig splitting 'em (ayy)
Shouts out to my Zoe, they killed my VRO (yuh, yuh)
So, bitch, off rip now, I'm like... (ayy)

Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (yuh, what?)
Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (yuh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (yuh, what?)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (huh)
Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, ayy (yuh, okay, you alright?)
R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (yuh, uh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (uh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (huh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (hey, al-alright?)
R.I.P. my Zoe, yuh (yuh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (yuh, yuh)
R.I.P my soul (ayy, my who?)
Yuh (rest in peace, my soul, man)
Ayy (yuh, man)

TY, bitch
I got my Andy Capp's on this bitch
I'm 'bout to sip this motherfuckin' water 
That's not even water
I stole that boy's shit (where the f*ck is a)
Ayy

Came from the dirt, you can't hit my purp
Said my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurd
Gold up on my wrist's lookin' sunny, Big Bird
Hit 'em with the, hit 'em with the numbers like a nerd
Ayy, let's slide sixth wall, I'm tied
Call my pockets knotty 'cause they sloppy, oh, my
I could be Xzibit, might pimp my ride
Wet pleasure rather pay the Rafs, like Christ
Hit my bitch like Bruno, uh
Get a bitch wet, no Juno, uh
Put it in her mouth like Uno, uh
Chest, all Polo like "Kudos!", ayy
Dog-ass nigga like Cujo, uh
Face card bad who you know, ayy
She all wet like fructose, ayy
Diamonds on like they cheat codes, ayy

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