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quin nfn - hold your hands high lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, ayy (cio)
yeah, yeah
pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
yeah, yeah
hey, hey, let’s go, hold on, hold on
hey, hey, hey, hey

[verse]
all she do is fly on planes, but i still buss her wrist (buss her writs, huh)
ayy, i call her when she p+ssed (d+mn), so she can’t call it quits (phew, ha)
i’m pretty laid back inside my own lane, she say i’m too lame
know her body tea, but that lil’ p+ssy taste like kool+aid (ayy, d+mn)
cuban link her collar, rolex, watches, all them vvs (vvs)
cornеr bender, i french tip hеr, spent the bag at ling ling (at ling ling)
nasty ho, she tryna eat me every time she see me
and i know your ex n+gga won’t beat me, all the time he pee+wee
she don’t do no clubbin’, that sh+t rubbish, she just want my love
and i shoot out of town, then she start buggin’, lowkey got me rushin’
grab her neck and choke her while we f+ckin’, she can’t do no runnin’
i can’t do no shows without my youngins ’cause they too a hundred, n+gga (pew, pew, pew, pew)
i might put the b+tch in timeout ’cause she too bad (’cause she too bad)
she gon’ pull up, give that brain up like a durag (ayy, noggin)
know she play her part when we hit saks, might get a few bags (ayy, get a few bags)
she gon’ blow that like a trombone and i thought she knew jacks (thought she knew jacks)
my ho from america, but she like cuban links, huh (cuban)
she get off that stella rose, then she turn to a freak, huh (d+mn)
she be tryna get me drunk ’cause i turn to a beast, huh (i do that)
oh, you f+ck with dude? (huh) why you choosin’ me, b+tch? (huh)
know she choosin’ quinn ’cause on my side, we get it in, huh (ayy)
she can’t do toyotas or no hondas, she like benz, ayy (uh)
we can’t go out runnin’, so i pound town, let’s go again, huh (ayy)
know i’m young and turnt, i made her fallout with her friends, huh (ayy)
oh, you stand on biz’, huh? you take care of your kids, huh?
she don’t need no n+gga for no bag ’cause you got ends, huh? (ayy)
cut her off, seen the b+tch at the club and made amends, huh (ayy)
if you got your own paper, for real, then hold your hands high
[outro]
hold your hands up, huh, hold your hands up, huh, huh
if you don’t need a n+gga, hold your hands up, huh
if you got your sh+t together, hold your hands up, huh
i’ma take her home and f+ck her with her hands up, n+gga
let’s go, let’s go, pew, pew, pew, pew

- quin nfn lyrics

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