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qua deeno - paper route lyrics

you know i’m all bout my paper route
these n-ggas ain’t want me to make it out
but i’m only worried bout taking out
so what you gotta be fake about
look at my neck it’s a lake around
my d-ck i’m ya mouth shawty take it out
if you know me i do not like snakes around
so i gotta keep a k around
cuz all these n-ggas they be lurking
ain’t nothing different i been working
no sleep so i popped a perk in
and yk i got the honey bourbon
and yk i’m all about my cash b-tch
so i ain’t worried bout my last b-tch
cuz my money stretch like elastic
saint laurent for the fashion

they saying deeno an influence
get money that’s what i been doing
all the pain you know i been through it
so i can’t let them make me lose it
f-cked a b-tch. oh that was your bae
she got on her knees with no foreplay
could’ve had her give me mor e face
but i get to the bag like a north face
the money waiting gotta get that
fell down but watch how i get back
deeno going up so fast n-ggas said i had a jet pack
but in all reality i took my time
watching n-ggas how they took the shine
i stood in the back had to make the line
but watch how i go and make this mine
crown on my head playing no games
blowing up i feel like propane
lil n-gga stay in yo lane
or you getting hollows to yo brain
you say i’m trash are you kidding man
soon need a bag to hold million
i feel like mike in the thriller man
my neck shine with no glitter man
kenzo bathing ape gucci im wearing a jungle
long arms always on the block i feel like dikembe mutumbo
stay on my pivot can’t trip n-ggas know that i’ll never stumble
all the fake love i’m surrounded by keeping me humble

n-ggas know that ima fly guy
slide to ya crib in a drive by
bullets connecting like wifi
and them pistols clapping like hi fives
painting ya shirt like a ty dye
you smoking reggie you is not high
my hands moving like mike ty
so you don’t wanna shake like five guys
i’m dripping hard i got cheat code
no friends but i’m wearing vlone
same jeans ina different week tho
i’m wearing balmain jeans tho
shawty bust it like a freak hoe
i put the glock to ya peep hole
you could get hit with that rico
shhhh don’t make it a sequel
yeha my n-ggas they be balling hard
running through better call a charge
young n-gga hit the mall with cards
optimistic i think i’m going far
my n-gga put the a with the k
so yk i put the 4 with the 7
wearing the same sh-t for a week
getting flee in air jordan 11s
mike amiris need a couple of those
coming through with a couple of hoes
red bottoms i got cut on my toes
balenciagas know i’m running in those
foot on they neck i ain’t letting up
dolce galbana they smellin us
same n-ggas who said i wouldn’t win wanna be down but f-ck is they telling us

- qua deeno lyrics

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