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quin nfn - if i ever lyrics

(yuh yuh)
(this how we gone do it)
aye, i beat up the block with my kinfolk
and em but they couldn’t really keep it a stack, (keep it a stack)
and these n+ggas wouldn’t give me credit
for nothin til i got amiri’s and stuffed em with racks, (stuffed em with racks)
i never had me no luck i been talkin to god with the ride tryna get to the sack
i can’t neva fall out with bro bout a hoe in the streets ima f+ck her n send her right back, (send her right back)

im at two places my home and the bank
(home and the bank)
brodie on lock wit a phone and a shank
(b+tch)
get you a k!ll and go up in the rank
i was just in the 4 washin clothes in the sink, (we was)
its not what you think ma we still made a way, (made a way)
we gone get paid at the end of the day
(get paid)
it is what it is take this sh+t day for day got some dawgs in the cell and some in heaven gate

my lil bro quick to buckin he came with a k
all that gangster sh+t go out the way when you ratted (ratted)
we slept on a mattress with nun but a pallet
and now we livin lavish with steak and a salad, (we on it)
and when you lose it all thats when everybody vanish
guess im tracking a package it’s easy to manage, (it is)
beat up the block and emote then i bandage i came from no car now my
roof panoramic
my roof panoramic my car panorama
who woulda thought license came with some chedda?
i start poppin percs it wasn’t makin it better
my wrist cost a brick and it came with a sweater
my car white as snow inside like mariner
im always one deep when its rainin the weather
both of yall rats if you hang with a teller
buckshot known to spread like we makin nutella
play with this sh+t what you ain’t gone do
chopstick magazine 98 plus 2
try to stain for a chain and i ain’t gone sue
let it bang on his brain til it stain my shoe
you a p+ssy with what b+tch you ain’t gone shoot, (you ain’t)
we got a condo the 8th floor view
you ain’t slide with that iron how you claim yo crew? you done took a few dubs how you ain’t gone lose? (ha b+tch!)
yuh, pop out n flex me a dub
got n+ggas mad cause i turned to a go getta, (yuh)
i sn+tch ya hoe from the club, he started b+tchin and thinkin i go with her, yuh
cuban link got me on flood, laws lookin at me like neighborhood dope dealer
b+tch im the ape im a go+rilla
if you hang witha rat you ain’t no realer

i beat up the block with my kinfolk
and em (yuh) but they couldn’t really keep it a stack, (yuh yuh)
and these n+ggas wouldn’t give me credit
for nothin til i got amiri’s and stuffed em with racks, (yuh yuh)
i never had me no luck i been talkin to god with the ride tryna get to the sack
i can’t neva fall out with bro bout a hoe in the streets ima f+ck her n send her right back

- quin nfn lyrics

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