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quin nfn - detroit flow lyrics

[intro]
hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
i really just like how i sound on these beats, i don’t even be mean, you know
flow like this, another sh+t that should just be going on like
ayy, hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
i feel like these n+ggas just gotta feel me, you know, i’m just
i just high that sh+t a quarter, you know
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse]
hold on, hocus pocus, pop up on ’em with this ratchet
n+ggas hate ’cause we got paintin’ cake and ain’t be livin’ tragic
i got b+tches tryna f+ck ’cause they see racks in all this cash
they all call me michael jackson, put a glove on when i’m smashin’
i got b+lls inside the cabinet, what you need?
i’ma break him down, i’m tryna stretch him, limousine (i’m tryna stretch him)
ride through hollywood, i drop the top and pour in lean
we got more clips than a movie, hit his block, we shooting scene (ayy)
come in raw pooh, which one you n+ggas tryin’?
if everybody with the sh+ts, then b+tch, which one you n+ggas lying?
say he blizzy call up simba, that p+ssy n+gga lying
hit the top with all my pylons, b+tch, i feel it’s perfect timing (gang, huh, uh, uh)
and they know i keep a hammer, get my tour on (get my tour one)
lot of straps inside this b+tch, it look like war zone (pa, pa, pa, pow)
tryna slide for where your pylons and get tote on
that type of sh+t that go wrong, them statements gon’ get rode on (dumbass)
they ain’t gotta let me in ’cause i’ma move y’all
the d+ck that’s on that gun, it ain’t been used and it got blue ball
push up with that way lebron moving like the ur
i’m rollin’ like some skates, i pulled an eight and that b+tch too are
red dot upon his nose and leave them frozen, call the mood out
spent some racks upon my toes and all my clothes, b+tch, i didn’t flew off
they in love with giving, i can make them hoes come have a chew out
i see all you n+ggas scared, just use your head ‘fore it get blew out
ayy, ayy, i got some change on me, i ain’t changed, n+gga (b+tch)
quit your state, it poppin’ sh+t just like the paink!ller (i’m poppin’)
get my team, i’m raisin’, winnin’, bought a chain, n+gga (gang)
a lot of b+tches tryin’ to kick it, liu kang, n+gga
a lot of b+tches on me, b+tches want me ’cause the rollie dance
ain’t no in between, i’m gettin’ the green, the guacamole, man
you the type of n+gga hit the screen and pay for onlyfans
murder, robbin’, trappin’, stealin’, all up in my homie plans
i put hoes in all these stairs when i step in
i’m gon’ f+ck hoes in a ratchet, having more hoes than a pager
get the bag in and i stack it, it get passed in and i’m trappin’
then i’m out here with this action, i’ma keep it real, no flaggin’ (gang, huh)
[outro]

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