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quin nfn - loose lips lyrics

[intro]
shoot the b+tch ’til it od, uh
shoot the o ’til it od, uh
uh+huh, huh

[chorus]
ayy, glock got a switch on the back and that ho shoot the b+tch ’til it od (’til it overdose)
huh, i’d probably just be a nerd if i knew everybody was police (d+mn)
huh, i’m tryna go make a double+up, i got my muscle up, protein (i got my muscle up)
huh, won’t never go like a dope fiend, but i got a fetish for money and codeine (i got a fetish)
ayy, i got a fetish for gettin’ to that chicken, ciabatta, that paper, them blue strips (that blue)
ayy, i’m on the big screen, no icin’, whip cream, course i pulled up in a cool whip (he gone)
huh, arp blow through the side door, just like a slide show, b+tch hold two clips (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
somebody pass me the scissors, i cut all my n+ggas for talkin’ with loose lips (talkin’ with loose lips)

[verse]
ayy, i’ma just cut n+ggas off when they go ‘gainst the grain, it ain’t nothin’ else to do ’bout it (do ’bout it)
act like the big man inside of this warzone, smush ’em and tell ’em to golauge it (he gone)
ayy, i don’t like bein’ in the middle like malcom, i know situations be two+sided
ayy, ain’t trickin’ on b+tches, it’s 392 off the lot, i just bought her the new body
ayy, mama, i just bought a new car, but i’m tryna go get a new house (full crib)
lil’ bro just bought him a stick, huh, he tryna go make n+ggas move out (ayy, get out)
don’t make us mad, it’s y’all who called the basket, by playin’ this ho, it’s a shoot+out
ayy, kel had to go find a new route, uh, so he grabbed some ‘bows and flew out
ayy, i had stay off the internet, wasn’t really feelin’ that ’cause i don’t like y’all (nah)
huh, bro grabbed the g+lock, then hit the room, start sprayin’, introduce him to lights on
i won a race, when i’m in the place, i feel like a face ’cause i ball
huh, won’t never trip on a b+tch, but if i meet rihanna, i f+ck around, might fall
[chorus]
hey, glock got a switch on the back and that ho shoot the b+tch ’til it od (’til it od)
huh, i’d probably just be a nerd if i knew everybody was police
huh, i’m tryna go make a double+up, i got my muscle up, protein (i got my weight up)
huh, won’t never go like a dope fiend, but i got a fetish for money and codeine (money and codeine)
ayy, i got a fetish for gettin’ to that chicken, ciabatta, that paper, them blue strips (that blue)
ayy, i’m on the big screen, no icin’, whip cream, course i pulled up in a cool whip
huh, arp blow through the side door, just like a slide show, b+tch hold two clips (yee)
somebody pass me the scissors, i cut all my n+ggas for talkin’ with loose lips (talkin’ with loose lips)

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