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q. allanz - b.a.r.s. lyrics

on a tracc i turn into a virgin, cuz there’s no fuccs given
but i can sell a bit of ribs and still won’t spare no feelings
everyday i’m making difficult decisions
like should it be the knife or the 9mm, which weapon i plan on concealing
i don’t need any bacc up when there’s beef between you and me
my baccground is official, been a rider since p+b+rty
fireman from the way that i move the heat
q’s drawers like uhaul, paccing and moving ain’t new to me
rhymes over your head, i fucc up brains like bad coke
and still remain a player, got more boos then a bad joke
i’m from a city where they shoot those 2 dice
preachers try to convince you everything’s possible through christ
we sip hennessey, not the lean with two sprites
and droogies drop the tooly, in the street they do fight
41st and western, snooty fox with two dyk+s
whip out the video camera, it’s gonna ve a cool night
where youngsters are thirsty for gaining a few stripes
and treat fences like hurdles when they spot red and blue lights
where low riders are natural, that candy paint’s too nice
and bikes flood the strip and make noise with new pipes
some rappers had a chance but they’re lyrics don’t fuse right
i guess i am the savior taking the music to new heights
they hate it all they want but they can’t fight it
deal with bars on the daily, i ain’t got a mixology license
but, they love it when q. allanz spits
she loves it when i put the curve in, call it an allan wrench
vampire, blue moon, you can say that allanz crip
still performing under blurred lines, son of alan thicke
born savage, no body parts made of plastic
more like archery the way the technique is specifically crafted
this sh+t here, another form of doing classics
i just read your eulogy so hurry up and close the casket

- q allanz lyrics

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