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quincy nasa – super smash bros lyrics

[intro : quincy nasa] beep, beep,beep,beep, beep

[verse 1 : quincy nasa]
b-tch can’t shoot, thats a shot clock violation,(24!)
bad b-tch on my d-ck, move in rotation (move that b-tch)
scammed a white n-gga cause i heard that he was a racist (was a racist)
put d-ck in yo b-tch and then i let her taste it (let her taste it)
n-gga say he want some mo’ gave em buffets (buffets)
bum -ss n-gga workin’ up at frito-lays (you work at frito lays?)
left traces on the scene d-mn near caught a case, yo b-tch p-ssy dirty bet that she got aids
on the gang n-gga, chop’ got some kickback (kickback)
cl!ck-clack, p-ssy n-gga let me have that (lemme hold it)
i f-cked yo b-tch, you don’t kno’ who to be mad at, depressed -ss n-gga better stick to making sad raps (h-ll na’)
b-tch breath stink, please give her a tic-tac (woo,woo)
gucci and the fendi, yea i got on mismatch (mismatch)
you a rat, in the streets, n-ggas known that
push a n-gga sh-t back, just like a throwback
chop on me n-gga, and you know that it got kickback
put chanel on my b-tch, just so i can get her back
like a printer, all a n-gga do is speak fax
remember i was broke me and my brother had to rock gap, f-ck the baddest b-tch, while you n-ggas had to fap, like a audience i make a lil’ b-tch clap
don’t touch me, take a shower, lil n-gga cause you are musty you and yo b-tch are dusty, her p-ssy is so crusty, i can’t do that, finesse a druggy for the c0ke b-tch i move that, n-gga want beef, then im going “moo moo” stinkin’ -ss n-gga you smell like boo-boo, crying on the beat like trippie redd, boo-hoo
n-gga talking out his mouth, leave a loose tooth
me and my brother in this b-tch we got loose screws, me and marco, handy mandy with the big tools, onna’ gang

bridge [kid6ixhunnid]:
ay, i f-ck with my n-gga, thats my brother, til the day i die, ya feel me and thats how we gone rock, n-gga, ay

verse : [kid6ixhunnid]
robbed a n-gga outta fendi, it was so easy, count the green with my brother yea josh and we-
f-ck shooting once ima shoot until the glock empty
two big patches on my face like i’m shy glizzy, bum -ss lil n-gga’ get ya’ money up
f-ck the talking lil hoe, im just tryna f-ck
if you ain’ tryna shoot it out, we can knuckle up, b-tch going up and down on my d-ck like a bungee jump, nuts down in her mouth
i can dunk those, b-tches always keeping sh-t, cause i can’t trust hoes, big ar bullets, going through his velcro, weed so strong, i can see sh-t in slo-mo, too much of this lean got me f-cked over
b-tch tried to do me dirty i don’t want closure
mama stressing to much, gotta stay focused
when me an’ josh shoot sh-t, you better take cover
lil’ n-gga, better stop before we jump his -ss
we gon’ be at the top flying first cl-ss
if you cross my gang, circle, its a warpath
one of my n-ggas in that cell, cause he drug active

- quincy nasa lyrics

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