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queen key - pass my blunt lyrics

[chorus}
i don’t even p-ss my blunt no more
if you don’t give me what i ask
when i ask for the sh-t stupid b-tch
i dont want it no more
goofy n-gg- think he tough put a n-gg- on his -ss
bet the n-gg- dont stunt no more
bet the n-gg- dont front no more
got a bag in a bag
yo b-tch outta tags, these b-tches dont want no smoke
i don’t even p-ss my blunt no more
(i don’t even p-ss my blunt no more)
i don’t even p-ss my blunt no more
(i don’t even p-ss my blunt no more)
b-tch, i don’t even p-ss my blunt no more
(i don’t even p-ss my blunt no more)
i don´t even p-ss my blunt no more
(i don´t even p-ss my blunt no more)

[verse: queen key}

look b-tch, i dont even think we ever f-cked when i was sober
b-tches look up to me and they older
boy, ain’t another b-tch colder
yo b-tch so pop, got the soda in her
if he a cop, i dont know the n-gg-
she might get dropped cause she roll with n-gg-s
b-tch you know me, i expose these n-gg-s
and they dont never do sh-t casue they know
these house want orgies, but they can’t afford key
(they can’t afford key)
these hoes want more of key
but they is too boring
b-tch i get booked like im touring
aye, get the head all night, kick you out in the morning
aye, please stop all that snoring
aye, i put the ignore in ignoring
these n-gg-s informants
that b-tch wanna see, b-tch where is your warrant
i think im enormous, he drinking im pouring
wonder how i do it, they curious georging

[verse: valee}

i don’t even p-ss my blunt no more
balmain 3 racks, that ain’t come from the store
3 or 4 percocets, 30´s they gone
i don’t even beep her at lunch no more
f-cked that b-tch twice, i ain’t want her no more
[?] and ill park by the door
pull up on you in a foreign too though
i pulled an 8, i ain’t want no more
cash out on bape and that´s for my hoe
fresh -ss fit, what i pay for it? 4 racks
my b-tch at home and she yellow like bodak
80 racks on ice, i’m flashing like kodak
talk sh-t i leave you right where you f-cked up at
i got them rats coming in like a mustache
you get caught up, you don’t tell popo
im at the gas station [?]
i dont even want the super sport no more
dont act a b-tch, ill curve you though
i dont even f-ck with my aunt no more
in atlanta with a [?] though
i bought some dope and i smoked it
not for sale meaning it sat there
im in yo b-tch like a pap smear
run up on me, you gone rest there

- queen key lyrics

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