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Q Da Fool
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After Me
Crrrr, pray Tray, round, troll It around fool Pow, pow, pow bitch Chi cho wannabe Bitch i'm heroin on a spoon Let's get it...
I heard they wanna kill me, I heard them niggas after me I be with them rich shooters I know they would die for me And I love my babymomma she could cook a pie for me And no you can't hang out with me, if you cannot lie for me I think you need to get your bitch, 'cause she got her eyes on me I think I need to take a trip, police got they eyes on me I think I'm 'bout to kill a nigga. 'cause I may not have the beat I got niggas from 37th all the way to Aikiki Bitch I got these streets on lock, I'm walking with the key O.G bust up after school. nigga hop out in the street Hop and sell some pussy and I hop up on the beat
Yeah Pull up in that Porsche, you still pull up in that Capri What up bitch? bitch can't sleep She keep my .40 when I shit and when I eat Watch my back and watch my friends nigga, let's beef Shit's so fucked up I can't trust my family That's beef That's beef That's beef
Hundred rounds, 50 p's plus a 50 piece Mom ain't raised a damn killer l not a fuckin' priest I can read these niggas just like you can read a speech I can take some salt, check for some dry walls These niggas preying on a young niggas downfall もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Throwing the mug, but I still got my damn dogs I'm gonna mix xans with the adderall Sorry that your nigga died, but I will not play with the fire Popping xans til a young nigga tired Block 39, compact size Yo' bitch wear my sneakers king sized Getting beaten over on big star Yo' bitch where you at? Where you at nigga? You about to go mic? I bet... I'mma pull up on you soon, soon as I'm done fuckin' up Aaaaaay
Q Q Fool, was supposed to fuck it up, man we robbed you bitch, nigga just suck it up Big dog I can't hang with these poops Cowboys, flies, I'd rather be bit, plus
I heard they wanna kill me, I heard them niggas after me I be with them rich shooters I know they would die for me And I love my babymomma she could cook a pie for me And no you can't hang out with me, if you cannot lie for me I think you need to get your bitch, 'cause she got her eyes on me I think I need to take a trip, police got they eyes on me I think I'm 'bout to kill a nigga. 'cause I may not have the beat I got niggas from 37th all the way to Aikiki Bitch I got these streets on lock, I'm walking with the key O.G bust up after school. nigga hop out in the street Hop and sell some pussy and I hop up on the beat
Yeah Pull up in that Porsche, you still pull up in that Capri Oh yeah, oh yeah
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