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quin nfn - quinnis the menace lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
everybody know how we (cio)
everybody know how we do it
everybody know how we do it, n+gga
everybody know how we do it, uh
everybody know how we do it, n+gga
everybody know how we do it, uh (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse]
load up and spin, when i tell ’em to go, they gon’ hit at a n+gga for talkin’ to me
you and your partner tryna play like y’all the stiffest, heard get a coffin a piece (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
laws can’t stand me
bro never been to miami, but really got caught with that heat (got caught with that iron)
ran from the laws on feet, nowadays, i’m in the stu’ tryna walk on the beat (walk on a track)
i’m in the stu’ tryna walk on the track, come for a feature, i need every dollar
bro swing the stick around like harry potter (pew, pew, pew, pew)
i put my main b+tch in balenciaga (balenci’)
draco’ll head out the side of sonata
more money, more problems, i still want your bottom
ayy, they know lil’ quin future bright as luh tyler (luh tyler)
a tailor, put that belt on your partners (n+gga)
not tryna play with you
keep it real, i can’t tolerate fake n+ggas (can’t do that)
white folks in the ’80s, i hate n+ggas (i hate ’em)
tryna keep up with quin, it’s too late, n+gga (b+tch)
had lil’ bro come and cook your filet, n+gga (he gone)
in my family, i carry the weight, n+gga (i do that)
everybody ’round quin get a plate, n+gga (i do that)
hit a n+gga broad day with his drac’, n+gga (brrt, boom, boom, boom, boom)
hey, opp n+ggas bluffin’, it ain’t no discussion
i drop me a budget, they spin out of cullinan’s (he gone)
catch n+ggas clubbin’ and open ain’t m+ffin’
new glock got a dozen, no need for no b+tton
i was just thuggin’ on flows with my cousin
i’m havin’ and i still ‘member days that i wasn’t
young n+gga buckin’, he tryna blow iron like a trumpet and leave everybody else runnin’ (get out of here)
momma say, “n+gga, you hard as a tombstone”
and i’m tryna do wrong ’til everybody finish
i kicked a b+tch out the house with no shoes on, she actin’ wild, gotta stay out my business (b+tch)
you can find me in the house with like two or three bad b+tches, i got em’ washin’ my dishes (washin’ my dishes)
roll me a blunt of that dope when i think about granny and grandpa to stay out my feelings (to stay out my feelings)
i probably f+ck n+ggas’ hoes, that’s the reason they mad ’cause all of em’ stay out my mentions
we can meet up, i ain’t got time to go back and forth, the f+ck i look like playin’ tennis? (ha)
bro in the streets with a .45, his weed 4’52 ’cause he slingin’ midget
go to the candy lady house on a bike at nighttime, they call me quinnis the menace
hope n+ggas never come play with my family, ‘nem lay, i’ma make sure he wish he was bennet
don’t try to reach for a chain at a show, i’ma make out all your bro ‘nem put you on a pendant
f+ck all the laws tryna give lil’ quin a new case, i told ’em, “i’m the lieutenant”
everything i ever did big as christopher wallace, i hope all you b+tch n+ggas get it (all the opp n+ggas copy that)
[outro]
hope all you b+tch n+ggas get it, n+gga
yes, sir
hope all you b+tch n+ggas get it, let’s go
hope all you b+tch n+ggas get it, uh
hope all you b+tch n+ggas get it, uh
hope all you b+tch n+ggas get it, let’s go

- quin nfn lyrics

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