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quin nfn - bow wow lyrics

[intro]
choppers at my residence, look like i f+ck with asians, n+gga
uh, uh (chinese n+ggas)

[verse]
ayy, choppers at my residence, look like i f+ck with asians, huh (let’s go)
turn my temper up and make yo’ partner change locations, huh (sheesh)
(she gon’ let me f+ck and i ain’t want no conversation, uh, d+mn)
she gon’ let me f+ck and i ain’t up no conversation, huh, and that’s facts
my lil’ bro ‘nem havin’ records, huh, he ain’t did no tracks
i hope god forgive me, i’m at church with glizzies in my slacks (boom, boom, boom, boom)
try to jack and i react, we’ll put a n+gga ass on tv (tv)
i been showin’ love, but now my heart poor, i feel like sealy (ha)
take a look inside yo’ pupils, i can tell you n+ggas’ poodles
i’m an artist, my lil’ bro a shooter, search him up on google
in the trenches, f+cked up, had a contest with ramen noodles
put this toaster on yo’ strudel (bah, bah, bah, bah), we give n+ggas face removals (he gone)
ain’t no talkin’ when it’s beef, we tryna chalk him with this heat
b+tches faint when i start smilin’, put a caution on my tee
we start stalkin’ where you eat (d+mn), i can’t talk to no police (he gone)
smokin’ musty pack, this sh+t got me coughin’ in my sleep
ayy, got a b+tch that’s like glorilla, she gon’ f+ck like s+xyy red
put her coochie on me, i’ma pass if she can’t wet the bed
we ain’t into chasin’ b+tches, i f+ck ’round and break a leg (break a leg)
throw a pop, you partner ight now, hit the tank and make a spread (d+mn)
i got sticks throughout the city, i got b+tches ‘cross the globe
all this money i been runnin’ through, i need to talk to hoes (hoes)
got this burnin’ in my britches, huh, quin a walkin’ stove (been)
all these n+ggas do is bring me up, they must not talk to hoes, huh
we don’t do the regulars, put a switchy on that thing (put a switchy on that thing)
hot d+gg+n’ yo’ b+tch, she got my glizzy on her brain (got her glizzy on her brain)
ayy, lil’ n+ggas do hits and put in business ’bout my name (ha+ha)
i can’t trust a b+tch for nothin’, i fell asleep with all my chains on, huh
make the b+tch say, “ooh,” i’m gettin’ my fredo bang on (ooh)
if you scared to take a risk, then we won’t hang long, huh (b+tch)
she think f+ckin’ with me and my bag gon’ put her name on
ayy, f+ck the b+tch, sit back, pour a deuce and turn my game on, n+gga
she can’t get a baby out me or a due date, huh (or a due date)
shawty want a check from me to eat that tube steak
we already knew that boy got smush, huh, the news late
ran after that bag when i was broke, i got my shoes laced
all i count is mozzarella, this new porsche a panamera
pockets breaded, that’s panera, quin black, his b+tch vanilla
she know i’m a soldier, take her home and fold her like manila
i went straight in, b+tch p+ssy was bald as chauncey billa (d+mn)

- quin nfn lyrics

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