Philly Goats – X Em Lyrics

X Em Lyrics by Philly Goats

[Intro: D Sturdy]
(Ayo, Crazy, stop that)
Yeah (DJ Crazy)
Yeah, they gon’ feel me, uh-uh, ah
Uh-uh, ah (Jungle Beats, holla at me)
Uh-uh, ah, uh-uh, ah (Philly Goats are the best)
Uh-uh, uh-ah

[Verse: D Sturdy, PGS Spence & Philly Goats Sou]
Yeah, I be drippin’ and draggin’
Spit hot shit, they call me a dragon
She after me, I ain’t bragging
10K in my my pants, it be saggin’
We got the racks, uh
Yeah, I be shopping at Saks, uh
Yeah, I’ma get her right back, run up on us, get put in a pack, uh
We got the ball, uh, know y’all be knocking me off
Your bitch on my dick and my balls
Catch a pass like I’m Randy Moss, uh, ah
I run through the chip like a Marven
I hop in some fast shit, oh shit, I be swervin’
We be bendin’ through blocks and they pussy be twerkin’
And I’m in the stu’ and you know that I’m working
I ain’t talking ’bout Rihanna, it’s a race, nah nigga, this not a Honda My money too long, that shit like anacondas
Your man get hit up wit’ the nine, I’m in a Maybach, my shit on recline
I’m in the trap and I open that code
My niggas pull up fresher than the pope
If we don’t got the GAT, then you know he get poked
And you will get banged on thinkin’ we are a joke
12K on that chain, shit was light
I got bitches that ride on that bike
Light skin wit’ the tats, yeah, I’m nice
I just bought a new grills, I was hyped
I can do what I want, this shit light
When I walk in the party wit’ dice
Run up on me I’m ending your life (Yeah)
Movin’ shit to the left to the right
Movin’ shit to the left to the right
She move on them hips like she ride on that bike
Criss-cross, turn around, do it nice
I say, “Wait, hold on, it’s dice”
We got the ball, that shit light (What you doin’?)
I just fucked this bitch first night
Yeah, I be catching these fights
Moon walk to the money like Mike
You know I’ma beat it, taking my low (Uh-ah)
And I got the beater
If you wear a low tee (Uh-ah), get a lil’ beater
‘Cause we got the heater
X, uh, my niggas call out the scene, twenty-one, I’ma back
I’ma bang like a beat
I’ma bang out like Mach
I’m on a boat, yeah, I’m doing the dash and it tip too fast
I hope I don’t crash
One thing about us, yeah, we touch a bag
Matter fact, no, we touch a chucky
Uh, bitch tryna pull up and fuck
Nah-nah-nah, bitch tryna pull up and sex me
Got all the young bulls in the party, tryna X ’em
Hold on, get on, ah

[Chorus: PGS Spence]
X, uh-ah, X ’em, hold on, hold on
X ’em, uh-ah, X ’em, glah, glah
X ’em, uh-ah, uh-ah, X ’em, hold on, hold on
Uh-ah, X ’em, uh-ah, uh-ah
Uh-uh, slick head (Ayo, Crazy, stop that)
One, two, one, two tap (DJ Crazy)
Give ’em all that
Uh-ah, bring it back, y’all
Uh-ah, uh, dickhead (Jungle Beats, holla at me)
Uh-ah, uh, slick head
Uh-ah, uh, dickhead
Uh-ah, uh, dickhead
X ’em, uh, ah-ah, X ’em, uh, ah-ah
Uh, come on, can you get down low?
Uh, ah, down to the floor
X ’em, uh, ah-ah, X ’em, uh, ah-ah
Uh, come on, can you get down low?
Uh, ah, down to the floor
Uh, ah, dickhead, yes sir, give me all that, shake that ass
Slow down, uh, ah, speed up
Uh, ah, hold on, we not gon’ X ’em
Let me know, let me know, we not gon’ X ’em
Hold on, messy head, dickhead, text him
Uh-ah, I’ma stretch him
Chill, bet you that I stretch him
Ah-uh, bet you I stretch him
X ’em, uh, ah-ah, X ’em, uh, ah-ah
Uh, come on, can you get down low?
Uh, ah, down to the floor
X ’em, uh, ah-ah, X ’em, uh, ah-ah
Uh, come on, can you get down low?
Uh, ah, down to the floor, ha-ha