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lightskinblair - queso lyrics

[hook: lil pat]
queso, queso, cheese, queso, queso, queso nacho cheese
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[verse 1: lightskinblair]
got d-mn i’m gone get that milli
then run it up an get a billi
but i got more money than billy
you smoke that duff just like hilarry
want war we got artillery
hit my weed you lose your memory
good gas ima hippy
i can’t roll it its to sticky
get that drank from mississippi
its real dirty like diana
f-ck the sprite i want the fanta
three hoes like santa
got the juice tropicana
i just wanna f-ck savannah
i will never ever cuff her (never)
only b-tch i love is hannah
got them bricks just like montana
lot of tacos like cabana
whip it whip it arm and hammer
i pull up and go bananas
get moonrocks from whiteboy tanner
sh-tting on em’ where my manners
you a soldier i’m commander
used to trap at foodarama
calling plays like joe montana
hit a l1ck in texarkana
had to hit him with the blamma
kush exotic like a dancer
hit my blunt an you get cancer
she keep calling not gone answer
100 bands for your ransom

[verse 2: aceperv]
all i smoke on is gas
all i puff on is that thrax
told that b-tch bend it over cause she had a fat -ss
n-gga really tote the mac
n-ggas really in the trap
n-ggas really moving packs
i move that b-tch across the map
n-ggas really in the streets
n-ggas really toting heat
n-ggas really on the block with the rocks in his socks
chiefin’ on a f-cking sweet
n-gga really motherf-cking got the mac
hold up i already said that
n-gga really motherf-cking tote thrax
hold up i already said that
n-gga really motherf-cking toting them packs
i already said that too
hold up punch a n-gga in his f-cking tooth
n-gga you sweet got a f-cking sweet tooth
punch you out in the booth
i don’t give a f-ck we can meet where ever
n-gga any under f-cking conditions, n-gga any f-cking weather
hold up p-ss it to my n-gga lil pat

[verse 3: lil pat]
know a n-gga f-cking got the strap
i don’t give a f-ck i’m aiming the sh-t
(sniper sounds) at ya back
n-gga got the strap
an a n-gga on the map
f-ck around an run it up n-gga
brinks truck bigger
you know i got the drank
you know my weed stank
what the f-ck do you think
aiming sh-t at your brain
aim at yo back
(graaaa) pat
lil pat on the f-cking map n-gga i got the strap (i got that heat)
i’m with the heat like d wade
n-gga you f-ck with me lil b-tch you gonna get played
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga
n-gga always got the triggers
not just on pictures
not just on pictures

[hook]

[outro: lightskinblair]
free el chapo n-gga

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