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q da fool - fax lyrics

[hook: q da fool]
if i rap it; i live it, facts
if we take it you know we ain’t giving it back
think we fighting, i’m giving you shots
like a boss, gave my n-gg-s a shot
catch a opp imma do him like shaq
i’m ducking the .40 no blocking the mac
couple hating -ss n-gg-s was blocking the racks
if it’s smoke then it’s smoke, i ain’t stopping no shots
if he play he get shot!
you told the police so they labeled you hot
imma play with the pot
play with you rap n-gg-s? b-tch you know that i’m not
you know what i got, hundreds and fifties
my k!lla’ he fresh off the cat
my lil n-gg- he fresh off the crack
dummy brick its just good off the top

[verse 1: q da fool]
serving, swerving, move in the merges
i’m the one did it for maryland, d-mn
they tried to pin me with murder, d-mn
they heard i’m swift with that burner
oh he wanna k!ll me? that ain’t nothing
b-tch we got them choppas for that
told the plug bill me, don’t even stunt it
hit the city with this, it’s a wrap
in front of your house 3 deep with the lights off
i’mma creeper leave him dead, won’t take long
hit a small town, touchdown, get the ice off
end of day thats your wife, but i got her on night calls
got a hundred rounds, what i’m gon’ fight for?
b-tch omertà the code, what i’m gon’ write for?
dolce gabbana make these lil hoes bite more
lil b-tch from bahamas eat d-ck like a gyro
whipping the bentley i can’t hit a pothole
dripping like chili, i’m fresh baby i know
hi-tech from philly, i barley could drive home
don’t run from them bullets they might hit your thigh bone
hating -ss n-gg- just mad i’m in my zone
purping -ss n-gg-s try play i’mma let off
acting like hoes, so like hoes they got cut off
12 try to bring the k9 had to pull off

[verse 2: q da fool]
it ain’t all good at the top!
i’m tryna bring my hood to the top
oh you thought that the violence would stop?
b-tch you tripping we piling them glocks
f-ck them disses, i’m finding my opp
ain’t no missing, i line em’ up, they set up shop
had to rob him, that last sh-t ain’t lock
it’s a problem? we slide through your spot
can’t come to the crib if you don’t eat c-ck
b-tch got on her knees and she beat box
i’m not talking bloods; i’m from treetop
too many junkies, i might need a kiosk
h-llcat or demon, no kias
was in visitation, now they paying to see us
y3, this ain’t adidas, b-tch
ten guns; i got that sh-t for a feature

- q da fool lyrics

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