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drg quezzy - no brainer freestyle lyrics

[intro]
he wanna play
he gotta wait for it
they see the drac’
these n+ggas scared for
all gas, no brake
i’m goin’ straight foward
yea, hold up, yea

[verse]
we got stick, he say he shootin’, he better not miss
i got my youngins, they with the sh+t
see us in public and we got the stick
i brought the gang, so know it’s just lit
show us some blues and she f+ck the clip
yah, hold up, i’ve been deep down in these streets and it been a long ride
i got that big glock 17 and that b+tch got hang tight
we got the load, we got the bowl, we open shop, come shop at the store
i ain’t never been p+ssy, when i get exposed
we grab that metal and we rock and roll
caught me a four, i went straight to the store
i [?] that b+tch with seven and mo’
she ain’t wanna f+ck, then she gotta go
tap on the shoulder and point at the door
we throw the hood, reelin’ it in
i f+ck a ho, now i wanna friend
act like my miami, but while i [?] friends
fire the wood, she smoke at the pin
soon as she high, i rip down the pants
and you my lil’ friend, stick that b+tch in
soon as she wet, i beat that b+tch in
drop the b+tch out, ’cause i gotta spin
we got gram, we got the green, we get it all gone, yah
you tryna run, we got them guns, we follow you home, yah
play with my youngins, we load up, straight in the your ho, yah
we got them junkies, runnin’ in and out like walmart, yah
no rap cap, i’m on that drink, yea that rock hard, yah
i used to sit down on the bench, now i’m the point guard, yah
you n+ggas can’t score, [?], n+gga you a small foward, yah
i got your b+tch down on her knee, now she on all four
i’m runnin’ like mario to the loot
i’m tryna put mom in the coupe
i’m tryna stack the money to the roof
circle real small like a [?]
i’m with the gang, n+gga who is you?
let ’em take aim, n+gga they won’t shoot
we caught the [?], we don’t pour a deuce
put her on a edible, let her f+ck the crew
i came up, off a 13, no i’m not [?], yah
they say ”ew”, you want the top, you gotta wait for it, yah
i’m on that block, six o’clock, i used skip [?], yah
i told that ho, if she want ’em blues, she gotta work for it, yah
she wanna f+ck, i want the buck, i just went out of bread, yah
i get them hoes, all in one room and i get out of here, yah
ain’t n0body gave me sh+t, n+gga i was home fed, yah
i’on steal, that’s ain’t n+gga, he just full of dread, yeah
[outro]
he wanna play
he gotta wait for it

- drg quezzy lyrics

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