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orn (quarr & lem) - speed dial pt.2 lyrics

verse 1: lem
n-ggas claim they steppin but i really know they bluffin, been f-ck the 1’s hop in and we jumpin, say you got some bands where they at? stop frontin. shootin like melo 09’ denver nuggets, 40 made him work, couple shots now he runnin, big clips cause my n-ggas they go huntin, remember cold nights man i really came from nothing, quarr on the beat you already know how i’m comin

verse 2: lem
boutta give me life if he coming for the neck piece, zay with the pole don’t even try to press me, white b-tch on my line man i think her name was becky, it’s all money in thank the lord i got blessings. you from where? ah n-gga you a goofy, bring her to the 5 p-ss her around she a groupie, b-tch gave me neck i ain’t even want the coochie, see him on the street then i’m giving him a 2 piece

verse 3: quarr
i’m giving him a 2 piece i’m talking about that fade b-tch, zay got that pole boutta f-ck on your main b-tch, i come back slidin with that yeek yea that stainless, big -ss chop finna leave a n-gga brainless. smoking on that gas got me gone, stupid faded, gone off that hen me and lem lookin jaded, orn sh-t 125 that’s a statement, take a n-gga zip leave his face on the pavement

verse 3: quarr
this money i’m craving, make a n-gga act right, he on 125 he get stopped at that stoplight

verse 4: nefarious zay
catch me creepin down your block, real late at night, sh-t was h-lla dark we upped them poles and made it bright. i ain’t gon fight keep it on me always got that pipe, we ain’t the same i got a gun you got a knife. you a sucka, lil simp, you ain’t been up on skits, we slidin down your block with them chops, make your whip flip

verse 5: nefarious zay:
my n-ggas crazy going schitzo, strip your for them chips. empty clips he doa, doc ain’t snitching sh-t

verse 6: k koola
if a n-gga snitching, then we call him loose lips. skinny n-gga, with the f-cking blue strips. if a n-gga hating, just stop it, you get popped like it’s a quiz or a pimple, slide up on a n-gga, it’s simple. smile on my face you can see dimple, trigger i squeeze with my brand new pistol. popped like a pimple

- orn quarr lem lyrics

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