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quincey white - set trippin' lyrics

(chorus)
k. young
let me roll you in these sheets like louis v papers
triple x kush burning in the air. up and down like 6.4
presidential suite, 5 star security, 6 floor
knock, knock, knock. let me in, let me in. (2x)
she ready for anything cuz she ain’t on the guest list
put her on the set cuz my n-ggas set trippin’

verse 1
uh, i met her on the 6th flo’, i asked her where you from baby? she said 6.o, i was talking bout which city, state. not which gang. i laughed it off hard -ss f-ck i can’t believe this b-tch bang. i shoulda knew the b-tch badd but wear a lot of blue. so cripped out she went and paint her red bottoms blue. she said it its cool cuz i know you on the red side. but dubb you know you s-xy, and i need you in my bed right. i said bool later on let’s have a gang truce. you and your homegirls jump me bring your gang through. and tie yall up with these bandanas, and make yall bust like these d-mn hammers

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bridge
k. young
where you from baby? west side let me get some lady. midnight you and me in my mercedes. backseat tinted s-xing all the way to saluson. i don’t do this often. i never trust hoes. ratchet b-tches will have you sleeping in a coffin, but if its bout money i’m all in

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verse 2
my b-tch a loc no joke, so serious. between me and you. she bleed blue on her period. and when she mad she say cuz f-ck your hood. i make her say blood every time i f-ck her good. lay her down like them n-ggas in my enemies’ set. your friends laughing at you, but your friends funna be next. she said naw this my d-ck they touch this they get dp’d and that’s on the dead homies loc nhc. every crip b-tch need a blood n-gga, and every blood n-gga need a crip b-tch, and vice versa real sh-t. you from naybahood its only right you…

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