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quis.7 - fighting demons lyrics

lil mama head so righteous
lil mama going to college
i call her my honey bun
these n+ggas ain’t making no money bruh
i planned the sh+t and you followed through
you planning fits and i’m just walking through
too late boa, now i’m boutta ball on you
b+tch i’m fighting demons
and i’m f+cking winning
knowin that wasn’t a side joke these n+ggas really scheming
got yo girl on my team and she sinning
swear these boys act just like children
pop a seal watch the top hit the ceiling
f+cked a b+tch and i rubbed her out like nothing
if i call up yo chick , she pulling up b+tch no discussions
pulled up fresh and clean yeezy boost is what i’m stepping
pulled up to seen, i got all thesе b+tches staring
grinding for a mclaren, you all in my pockets likе we betting
choose ya posse wisely, n+ggas hate seeing you win
she ate the d up no applebees, ima bring the heat no 3 peat
rewind, like f+ck pause we play for keeps
pineapple fanta the only way i’m mixing lean
all white forces , last three days, and still ain’t even peep a crease
we kicking sh+t just like sneakers
yo style scary no jeepers creepers
she so boujee like a diva
shorty you a eater you can keep the pizza
lame n+gga she wouldn’t let you hit, not even for a second
n+ggas lying through they t++th
i gotta speak the truth no makaveli
the way she back bend, she getting sloppy
boy is this heaven?
cause she booty shaking in my dreams, up all day no 7/11
shorty don’t play, no need to share her
suck my d+ck she burp no ian telling
flipping b+tches like a referee
my fit still gone be winning
just like my flow be k!lling
n+gga my hoes be k!lling
my woes be drilling
you reached yo ceiling
go back to chilling
b+tch ima villain
took ya girl we wasn’t chilling
these girls got no home training
give all up for a cup gen
she got you all lost in your feelings
i’m tryna get lost in some millions
kick you to curb like i’m kevin gates
talking bout luv well you kinda late
do, da, doo doo play a b+tch like a violin
pull out a flute, and tune em out to bring em in
she slurp me like some soup and i know you you really in your feelings
smoking blunts thick bamboo
i’m tryna catch a bag pick six
i know some goyard shades exist, but i still gotta make what’s sense
b+tch i’m doing numbers, she riding waves now i wanna d+mn boat
making green so my money croak
and we don’t do no saving n+gga
she take the wood onna table n+gga
you down bad so you framing n+ggas
i was down bad wasn’t even shaming n+ggas
flow so quick make you choke no cinnamon
sh+t got old quick, hadda learn your lesson
i swear i got turned down quick, now my route ahead of em
a n+gga so froze down, sick, you got fake ice, get brown like sh+t
i swear you gonna like this, i knockout broads like tyson
b+tch i’m fighting demons
and i’m f+cking winning
knowin that wasn’t a side joke these n+ggas really scheming
got yo girl on my team and she sinning
swear these boys act just like children
pop a seal watch the top hit the ceiling
f+cked a b+tch and i rubbed her out like nothing
if i call up yo chick , she pulling up b+tch no discussions
pulled up fresh and clean yeezy boost is what i’m stepping
pulled up to seen, i got all these b+tches staring
grinding for a mclaren, you all in my pockets like we betting

- quis 7 lyrics

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