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queezy q - proper lyrics

{chorus: queezy q]
yeah, f+ck you b+tch i can’t act proper
i scr+ped this sh+t out the bottom
baby give brain like a scholar
i find the answers to questions in bottoms of bottles
b+tch i’m a problem (yeah)
if i wanna get him, i got him
sh+t is on sight when we spot him
i’m in the city like gotham
i got my lil’ dudes juugin’ and robbin’
might bust at ya nogin

[verse 1: shooter ball]
i got no manners
f+ckboy he get damaged
he cannot manage
i paralyze him
drop on his town and i terrorize him
micky d’s how i supersize him
he wanted smoke but he not poppin’
run through my city it not gotham
big poppa, wonder who shot him?
make him wish
cosmo, no wanda
walk away, denzel with the sonder
scorin’ on ’em, victor cruz salsa
[verse 2: queezy q]
i tote a long glizzy, no kibasa (aye, aye)
she grabbin’ my noodle, no pasta
hippie b+tch reading my shakra
stand out through all the imposters
i’m from the beach, i might send you to davey’s locker (aye, aye)
you want the d+ck then that’s gravy lil’ baby
let’s hop in mercedes and f+ck in the back
i’ve seen some crazy lil’ ladies get
trained by the gang and their mans take ’em back
facts
only thing i’m bringin’ home
racks
saying that you are so hard
act
whining about being broke?
trap
blow me up with twenty snaps
taxed (yeah, yeah)

[interlude: queezy q]
this is my lifestyle
i done seen sh+t that is so vile
all my life bottom of dog pile (yeah)
i got no respect
whole world in my debt
they want me to play it cool (ha)
[chorus: queezy q]
f+ck you b+tch i can’t act proper
i scr+ped this sh+t out the bottom
baby give brain like a scholar
i find the answers to questions in bottoms of bottles
b+tch i’m a problem (yeah)
if i wanna get him, i got him
sh+t is on sight when we spot him
i’m in the city like gotham
i got my lil’ dudes juugin’ and robbin’
might bust at ya nogin

[verse 3: shooter ball}
adding these digits it’s quick math
down bad, man it’s so sad
what a bright future
what a good lad
’til that night came and the iron clad
and them shots rang, he ain’t late to class
on the other side, gotta do the dash
man, what else to do?
he forgot a mask
he was down bad, need a little cash
in a system that never give back
for the sh+t you lack
’cause you never had no one to teach you that
got no manners, no parents to give you that
with a ceiling too low, it just leave you trapped
[verse 4: queezy q]
they say they wan’ help but that’s really cap
they want him to sit and stay on his ass
he a star, they wan’ wipe him off the map (yeah)
this could be me or this could be you
this was a couple of kids that i knew
they wasn’t causin’ much trouble in school
they was out lookin’ for smoke like a juul
some people never change (never change)
so don’t try to make ’em cause you never know
what they might go through when they comin’ home
ain’t got no manners, b+tch leave me alone (yeah, yeah)

[interlude: queezy q]
this is my lifestyle
i done seen sh+t that is so vile
all my life bottom of dog pile (yeah)
i got no respect
whole world in my debt
they want me to play it cool (ha)

[chorus: queezy q]
f+ck you b+tch i can’t act proper
i scr+ped this sh+t out the bottom
baby give brain like a scholar
i find the answers to questions in bottoms of bottles
b+tch i’m a problem (yeah)
if i wanna get him, i got him
sh+t is on sight when we spot him
i’m in the city like gotham
i got my lil’ dudes juugin’ and robbin’
might bust at ya nogin

- queezy q lyrics

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