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lnu quanyy - "verses only" lyrics

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aye x3
lnu quanyy (verse #1)
no verse on the track
i hop out of a splack
glock on my waist but this mack got a strap
see a n-gg- through a wall yeah i got tunnel vision
get a groupie from the show but you kno we ain’t kissin
if a n-gg- try to sign me i’mma need a couple millions
by the time in 18 i’mma have a couple billions
dang gang
lnu tre (verse #2)
crack a n-gg- wit a bottle
i’mma have his sh-t leaking
took yo b-tch for the week gave her back on the weekend
and that b-tch sucked my d-ck and i nutted on her lips
and yo nasty -ss kissed her you a motherf-cking b-tch
lnu quanyy (verse #3)
aye x3
n-gg-s be sad they will face a couple blunts
(aye) i ain’t never sad i just trap and get a bag
y’all n-gg-s be some fruits cuz the way that y’all sag
i’ll pull up to his house knock his brain out with the mag
yeah i stole that n-gg- girl and you know that n-gg- sad “i’ll snitch if i have to”
jermicheal goin out sad
lnu tre (verse #4)
aye x3
hop out with that glock
get hit with a rock
“lnu” what chu’ not
i’ll take off yo top
and yo b-tch is a thot
shooting from the drop
screaming f-ck the opps
gold street is the block
lnu quanyy (verse #5)
aye x3
i’ll pull off on the plug
i’ll take a couple pounds
then im post on the block selling g’s to the town
(aye) y’all n-gg-s gone fold
it ain’t winter my chain cold
cuban link all gold
went went out cuz he told
(aye) clean up the spot
i ain’t leaving no clue
n-gg- leave a trace of blue
i ain’t crip but what is you
and i made that n-gg- brains hang cuz he talking foofoo (aye)
lnu tre (verse #6)
aye x4
eenie meenie miney mo
pull up and i wipe his nose
and i took yo lil hoe
glock 19′ is what i tote
catch a n-gg- by his toe
hang his -ss on a rope
i’mma zip him like a coat
you a clown y’all gone float
lnu quanyy (verse #7)
aye x3
eenie meenie miney mo
i’mma hit him wit a brick
n-gg-s think i’mma game then i pull up to his crib
glock by my side send shots in his ribs
ten shots to the body that’s all it’s gone take
n-gg-s think i ain’t bout it boy you made cuz you fake



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