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quin nfn - first 2 lyrics

[verse]
(hmm, hold on, hold on, hold on)
gang, ayy, i hit the same with them hittas
pour a whole lotta juice like b+tches
put my feet in that water like fishes
lowkey i’m too humble to this sh+t
but i still have lil’ bro come and hit ya
kick her out if ain’t n0body hittin’
i was just sharing clothes in the four, i remember
i’ma smoke good like a star deliver
all these diamonds too cold for the winter
lotta shots make ’em drunk like liquor
ayy, i was young when i got in that blender
and a n+gga play, we gon’ see ’bout that issue
i’m far from my home when i hang with some k!llers
gotta hustle, i’m hanging with dealеrs
i work, i’ma paint in my pencils
lotta hoes when i hang in this ho
‘causе i came in this ho and i’m fly as a b+tch
and i got me a name in the fold
you can go ask the street, boy, you not with the sh+ts
i’m too player to play with that ho
put the gang on that ho, have her pop in that sh+t
try to rob and you popped on a l!ck
you ain’t shot what you got on your pics
(hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) gang, ayy
my money long, n+gga
these n+ggas ain’t ’bout what, they be shootin’ that craft for a while, hit the wrong n+gga
i don’t gotta give him a tee, get his chest full of tension
he want n+ggas gone, n+gga
zaad’s on my only cologne
backwood full of strong, but it hit like a boned n+gga
hold out at hoes at l.a caps
we eating good at the steak apps
[?] steak at him
these n+ggas bumpin’, break at him
just saw she a scholar with grey mat
big bro from here know, we the same snap
push start, press the b+tton, let it crank at him
he won’t f+ck around, pull a tank at him
if i see a opp, we gon’ act up [?]
these n+ggas be soft and be actin’ so feminine
if you not from the slide, why the f+ck did you mention it?
lil’ bro hit his bright, leave him high like cinema
you cannot be pilot, your name is not benjamin
lil’ bro took a perc, now he booted and feelin’ it
and they need to charge more murder, i’m k!llin’ it
back in he was givin’ a n+gga, i’m stealin’ it
i go [?] be mad ’cause i’m racked up
we better back up, my n+ggas act up
they call me velcro, n+gga, i’m strapped up
he can get clapped up, now it’s a wrap, ho
i make a bougie lil’ ho put her ass up
i’m smoking mad, gone high at the next up
didn’t hit the street, now they calling for back up
ready for smoke with whoever they smash up
they see the three clips on me, i been, i pack one
these n+ggas capped up, i’m putting cash up
call me [?], i be fillin’ this bag up
whole lotta smoke in this b+tch, let’s gas up
i got it real, you play p+ssy and catch some
they playing catch up, now wrong really next up
my [?] crip and blue tip hit his chest up
ties on, neck up, now he can’t stand up
i got the bands, we pay it like jango
joy like mayo, big bro serve yayo
i got them sticks in this b+tch like halo
me and my draco protectin’ my bankroll
i put some drop in the blueberry faygo
these n+ggas rap good ’bout sh+t that they ain’t know
we make ’em dance when i whip up the [?]
n+gga, let’s tango, quit your a, ho
and you ain’t outside, b+tch, you ready to play+doh
rich n+gga lie for the clap and the ‘tendo
still free flame and the whole d+mn gang know
my n+ggas still stick together like play+doh
you ain’t advancing, the f+ck did you pay for?
we get it high with his top, okay, no
these n+ggas talkin’ too much, it’s okay though
remember i’m the first n+gga did it that they know, hold on, n+gga

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