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q prodigal - eastside slugz (feat. anthony 1999) lyrics

[verse 1: anthony 1999]
uh, uh
yea, yea
got me feelin’ like an introvert
i can’t f+ck with them fake n+ggas over there
my n+ggas need things so my n+ggas on alert, uh
slug ’em up, f+ck ’em up, he need a new shirt
this sh+t all in my possession, n+gga
i got n+ggas who walk ’round with guns right up near they belt
like they tryna go out western n+gga
like i just got one question
who the f+ck you pressin’, n+gga?
he got a bunch of questions
where his shorty at?
uh
d+ck was in the same place the shorty white claw was sitting at
keep my distance from y’all n+ggas cause y’all yip and yap
got me sick as f+ck n+gga!
got me scheming hard, scamming all these bucks, n+gga
call some b+tches, give me f+cks, n+gga

[verse 2: q prodigal]
my n+gga 9 said stop with all the subtweets
we get it, nah really we do…
it’s q!
slugs hit his back got his b+tch screaming (ricky!)
i’m in the alley chilling with the b+tches and the bl!ckies
a bunch of bad b+tches act sadity when they with me
i ain’t really with the drama, i just came through for the benjis
trauma on my mind so my mom told me
never trust these little b+tches got you out like kobe
who really want this beef up in colorado
all these b+tches really want white claws and white noses
i’m a mountaineer you know i’m bringing all the snow it’s
kinda crazy how they flock i know ya plot was bogus
pop protection on the stick so i can f+cking blow it
exhibition how she play with d+ck all in the f+ckin’ open
imma pimp i got a limp so you know that it’s over+
whelming for these f+cking simps but they ain’t tryna show it
these n+ggas got pressed when my brother went west
cause they know these eastside slugs could still hit ya chest
n+ggas still hating? 9, go get the tech
you could put the vest on, we aiming for ya head
tech squeezing got these n+ggas sneezing like the vet
i’m a 98 baby, 99 gone bless
pop a n+gga like a quiz you don’t wanna test
go and get to studying, protect yo f+ckin’ neck
we ain’t buddy buddy so don’t try to shake my hand
i only want that contact when i’m f+cking on my fans
henny in my system make a n+gga wanna dance
choppa like my mistress, b+tch it’s staying in my pants
we don’t give a f+ck, we out in public holding hands
if that b+tch don’t wanna f+ck me, i’mma treat her like a friend
n+ggas say i’m lucky, they ain’t seeing all this work
these scary hours got me putting all this violence in my verse
i’m all black, laid way back in a maybach
k!lling p+ssy, turn this f+cking sh+t into a he+rs+
n+ggas tried to hex me, they told me i was cursed
that’s cool, they staying on a level i don’t stoop
i just sip my wine, keep my mind on rewind
like a tape can’t escape all these mothaf+cking loops

[verse 3: q prodigal] yeah, i ain’t done with these n+ggas, nah, nah for real
it’s the porch sitting cork twisting
long+haul penmanship
door lifting beat skating longboard flippin sh+t
n+gga‘s want to try me i been riding in some different sh+t
b+tches steady crying cause i’m flying with my mistresses…difference is
i’ve been going crazy so my mind flipped back+and+forth like shady i been hazy while the time tick
seconds going brazy i’m like brady in a pocket making time out of nothing
b+tch gone pay me if she gossip
stop it
i ain’t sleep all weekend i’ve been tweaking tryna find my only vice but it’s deceiving
so i’m weakened
but my deacon told me i should prolly
pray up to a beacon
but…ain’t no god there so…
what the f+ck i’m seeing i’ve been dreaming of a heaven but all i seem to feel is h+ll
i lost my 21 grams, my n+gga get the scale
k!ll the f+cking messenger, relaying us a different tale
n+ggas want the best of us they only see the missing grail
all this envy couldn’t phase me
13 in 33 seconds, tracy mcgrady
n+ggas made it out the carolinas, call me baby
new age flow but the content kind of crazy
i’m just moving slow b+tch i’m trying to mind my business
call my mama said she’s proud of me i finally found forgiveness
named my group a bunch of prodigies, finally on my wish list
you ain’t see the side of me i’m hiding for these riches
put my d+ck inside her throat and i ain’t even sugar coating how she coat it i been waiting for this christmas
give me gifts i been feeling spoiled, sprung harder than a coil if you call me imma pick up or dismiss it
put some weed up in my lungs tight
i’m higher than the sunlight
my teachers tried to warn me but
i’m hardly soiled
who the f+ck you tryna get near
i’m harder than a bench chair
brethren on me leaching i been seeking all expenses
pay my brother bond if he grind for me and then some
i don’t even care about the out it’s on the income
asking for some time, i can’t find any to spend some
n+ggas wanna wine but i’m alright because i been drunk
b+tch

- q prodigal lyrics

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