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luh quannie – kill kill lyrics

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it’s luh quannie, on bro n-gg-. who the f-ck is that boy, cause i really don’t know n-gg-s. think i’m hoe. ima show n-gg-s. i be packin the tool and that b-tch like to blow n-gg-s. and my n-gg-s on go n-gg-. sh-t i went on that lick woulda k!lled me like 4 n-gg-s. tryna k!ll me a hoe n-gg-. then go load up the clips, tryna k!ll me some more n-gg-s

and we really be clappin sh-t. put yo -ss in a blunt while i’m sippin on activist. we got cash in the mattresses. n-gg-s chasing the models, i need me some actresses. i got dope inna packages. and she talk to the opps. i might f-ck round and smack a b-tch. and i ain’t really havin sh-t. try to run up on gang and them n-gg-s ain’t havin it

b-tches know i be bangin sh-t. and i stay with the gang, better watch who you hangin with. and luh foenem be staining sh-t. f&n hit yo face, and it f-ck up yo language

k!ll a f-ck n-gg- inna way. if my young n-gg-s starving they takin yo dinner plate. if he reach ima split his face. gettin mobile on live, get bamped onna interstate

smoke gas, really blowin pack. these hi-tec pints make a b-tch wanna throw it back. and i know how to tote the strap. he ain’t come from the hood, ima slide through his cul-de-sac

in this b-tch yellin gangalang. booted up in this b-tch, goin ape and orangutan. h-ll naww i ain’t stay the same. cause i hopped inna stoley, got ghost, bro changing lanes

bro f-cked round wrecked that b-tch. we hopped outta the whip on foot and we left that b-tch. we ain’t with all that extra sh-t. and we ain’t even take a l cause you know we got extra sh-t

and then got another whip. used to have me a 9, but then got another b-tch. i let the cutter spit, b-tter sh-t, chopper be stuttering

gang

b-tchitsluhquannie the muh f-ckin goat. i’ll turn yo -ss to a muh f-ckin ghost. boy you a b-tch and yo brother a hoe. it can go down like a muh f-ckin slope

gang

i told her hol up, jig. smokin on pressure, ain’t smokin no cig

b-tchitsluhquannie you know what it is. ar-15 put a hole in his wig

dummy

ima put d-ck in ha tummy. smokin on dabs and this sh-t look like honey. count up yo commas and count up yo money. we in the streets and this sh-t never sunny

p-ssy

smokin gelato and cookie. og a vet, i can’t die as a rookie. i’ll set you up, you can die in the p-ssy. she my luh stuffer, got pie in the p-ssy

haaaaa

and i’m hoppin right back on this b-tch. i be bussin her down like a muh f-ckin gown. f-ck a b-tch with the strap on my hip

and i been makin swerves to the junkies and birds. n-gg- been sellin pack in this b-tch. pouring up act in this b-tch. i’ll take a nap in this b-tch. i was only 15 runnin from the police. coulda turned to some capital sh-t

and i really ain’t givin a f-ck. tell the boys they can suck on a capital d-ck. n-gg-s be cappin and sh-t. i’m doin actual sh-t. n-gg-s be dying for lying. quannie be doin that factual sh-t

gang b-tch. haaa

- luh quannie lyrics

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