Harajuku Lyrics – xaviersobased

Read the full Harajuku lyrics by xaviersobased from the album Xavier along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Xaviersobased’s music, you can also explore I Don’t Gotta Say It and Heart Felt, two other songs by Xaviersobased.

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, I know you fu*ked with my n!gga, baby, stop that (Yeah, I know you fu*k with)
Feeling like s*it, so a n!gga staying conscious (Staying conscious)
Never leave the pad, leave a n!gga on the concrete (Don’t fall, b!tch, don’t fall)
Y’all really fu*k with the b!tches that I don’t know
Go slow, put it in the b!tch and then I go slow
Hundred V’s in my chain and I’m sipping Billie Jean, fifty-G’ on my feet

[Refrain]
Where the plug at? (Plug at)
Where the plug at? (Where the plug at?)
Goddamn, where the plug at? (Where the plug at?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whеre the plug at? (Plug at)
Where the plug at? (Where the plug at?)
Goddamn, where the plug at? (Where the plug at?)

[Verse]
Yeah, I got bands, know she want that
Yeah, this b!tch a headache, I don’t want that
But why this b!tch s*xy when she talk back?
I know she get tight when I don’t call back
She was on my d!ck, I had to fall back
2k17, with the wall hack
Out in Harajuku with my n!gga kuru (Swag, swag)
Bro, my n!gga rocking Lulu’ (Swag)
Play with me, I shoot you (Swag, swag, swag)
Louis V, Givenchy, CDG on my feet
Yeah, melanin exterior, yeah, the seats is Billie Jea’
And this b!tch want my chee’ and this b!tch feel my team, yeah, 1c
And the b!tch thirty-four, auntie (Damn)
Shop at Labor, fu*k Zumiez, I done caught the zoomies
B!tch, my life Netflix, yo’ s*it is fu*king Tubi
Walking with my toolie, smoke ’em like a doobie
B!tch, my jeans new, in this b!tch, I’m with Lil Uzi (With Lil Uzi)
And my n!gga kuru, yeah
Finna head to Harajuku, yeah

And my n!gga rocking Lulu’
If a n!gga play with me, then I might shoot, ayy
Yeah, double tap yo’ b!tch, I’m rocking double taps
Just give me an hour, you could get her back
I got the strap, I run off with his pack
In this b!tch, I’m cooling with a fifty pack
Matter of fact, we the ones that brought the city back
When you look at me, all you see is racks
If you talk about me, n!gga, speak facts
That’s the paper, ten? N!gga, what the fu*k is that?
Fu*k no, they can’t play with us, no, they can’t do that
I came with my crew, boy, where yo’ crew at?
Two-man, n!gga, I’m with crew, yeah
Yeah, the baddies coming through, yeah, you knew that

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, I know you fu*ked with my n!gga, baby, stop that (Yeah, I know you fu*k with)
Feeling like s*it, so a n!gga staying conscious (Staying conscious)
Never leave the pad, leave a n!gga on the concrete (Don’t fall, b!tch, don’t fall)
Y’all really fu*k with the b!tches that I don’t know
Go slow, put it in the b!tch and then I go slow
Hundred V’s in my chain and I’m sipping Billie Jean, fifty-G’ on my feet

[Outro]
On the block with my team
It’s 1c, baby, yeah, you know, 34ent
Glock 43, hit him in his spleen, uh, yeah
Out in Harajuku with my n!gga kuru
And my n!gga rocking Lulu’
Play with me, I shoot you
B!tch, these n!ggas cuckoo
Baddie hit me up like, “UwU”
I’m smoking on that zoot too