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quintavin x h.i.d. x - here we go again remix (hwgar) lyrics

[verse 1: quintavin]
(wet)
murder you, murder you
b-tch never heard of you
sippin on wok like i got the flu (yuh)
my diamonds stay dancin’
i’ll k!ll you like manson
your flow soundin’ rancid
“wild n’ out” like i’m “cannon”
i heard that lil’ diss and it sounded like sh-t
broke, you a b-tch ain’t’ got hoes on your d-ck
i’m sparkin’ these woods and i’m poppin’ these beans
blue strips on my hundreds we call that blue cheese
leave that boy limpin’ we take out his knees
no 20’s, no 50’s “blue swiss” all we need
ain’t’ using a strap knock you out like i’m creed
b-tch i’m no hippie, godd-mn i love tree
look at my wood and it’s filled with 4 grams
i hit a l!ck and i’m countin’ these bands
i’m feelin’ zooted from all of these xans
i got a tech’ we ain’t’ throwin’ no hands
sippin’ on wok like chinese (yuh)
b-tch you 2 faced like miley (yuh)
got twin glocks no siamese (yuh)
p-ssy -ss boy come try me
make you step back like kyrie (yuh)

[verse 2: h.i.d. x]
b-tch you’re a snitch
i grab your face and put it down in a ditch
i rack up this green b-tch i call it “blue swiss”
i’m bout’ to go off just like who hit the switch?
i’m bout’ what i’m sayin’ your b-tch what i’m takin
i’m seekin’ for vengeance but i am not jason b-tch
do you want oscars for actin’ and fakin’
you lookin’ so sweaty from clout you been chasin
try to rob that’s a no-no
b-tches at my front door
put this sh-t on repeat
money keep callin’ my phone yuh
i hit your b-tch then i hop in my car
poetic justice no kendrick lamar
you’re mad that i’m shinin’ b-tch just like a star
you rappers are sh-t b-tch they bombin’ no tsar

[verse 3: quintavin]
f-ck all that talkin’ get hit with the pipe
get hit with the blade, get hit with the knife
young h.i.d. x just might take yo’ life
just copped me some ice and godd-mn that b-tch shine

[verse 4: h.i.d. x]
like “humpty dumpty” careers on the fall
if i catch a case then i “better call saul”
you cannot reach me just like a t-rex
“iloveitwhentheyrun” i’m not talkin’ bout x

[verse 5: quintavin]
don’t give a f-ck if you like me or not
quintavin up next and he cannot be stopped
glock 22, b-tch i feel like a cop
feel like “lil purp” cause i need me some “drop”

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[verse 6: h.i.d. x]
try to diss me b-tch that’s a misstep
i’m not talkin’ “michelin” but i grip on the tech
feel just like a tiger i come for the neck
doin’ all that squekin show up to your doorstep

[verse 7: quintavin]
i’m smokin’ on stank, b-tch you smokin on mids
choppa gon hit it gon’ take off yo lid
f-ck on lil’ b-tch and she swallow my kids
you think this a diss, than it probably is

[verse 8: h.i.d. x]
f-ck all my enemies,there all afraid of me
black and white tee like a referee
these rappers are wanna-be’s, they don’t compare to me
if you on broke sh-t don’t claim you a friend of me

- quintavin x h i d x lyrics

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