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li rye - quick temper lyrics

[intro]
(chino, that’s the one up)
(who the h+ll is carlo?)

[verse]
i got bad b+tches shakin’ ass, they clappin’ for a rich n+gga
don’t ask what’s in this bag, it’s a stick, n+gga
if you say it’s smoke, won’t be long until i get with you
i’ll hit your ass from a distance, i’m a nitpicker
make my lil’ ho get on birth control and watch her get thicker
she don’t never wanna leave me ‘lone, i got a big pickle
i don’t pay for p+ssy, head good and i’m a big tipper
i’ll up and get to shootin’, i can’t lie, i got a quick temper
cute light+skinned b+tch, lauren london, she got pretty dimples
uh, i love it when she moan every time i stick it in hеr
she eat d+ck up off the platе like a tv dinner
tryna lie like he a k!ller, i see that sh+t ain’t in him
snake venom, this chopper lock your body and cause a turn of bleedin’
delusional b+tch, i f+cked her one night, she screamin’, “i ain’t never leavin'”
f+ck her ’til the seven, ’til we whack ’em all, it ain’t never easy
i send my gangster b+tch to get all the drops, she gon’ do it for no reason, for no reason
ain’t no off days in this sh+t, i’m ballin’ every season
i know you stressin’ ’bout that cheese, your hairline recedin’
like gucci back in zone 6, i leave these n+ggas bleedin’
grrat, grrat
1017, 26, i got it tatted
lakers jersey with no panties, i can tell that ho from cali’
big king size, remember i used to sleep on the pallet
i can’t stop poppin’ percs, i’m startin’ to feel like i’m an addict
i’ll trap a ho house out if i know she a ratchet
if they b+tchin’ while you shootin’, you better smack it
i’m a lil’ n+gga with them hands like manny pacqui’
i ain’t with all that actin’
and you’ll never catch me lackin’

- li rye lyrics

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