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sin city quinn - backroom freestyle lyrics

[dj]
yo, they ain’t ready for this one!
adam quinn, kyle collins, t-to lopez
backroom freestyle
adam quinn, let’s go!

[adam quinn] : verse one
let’s get it poppin’ like july four
this the sh-t they die for
my only goal is they know my name
and put on n-ggas that i ride for
i as the leader of my city
’06 punchline but i run this town like diddy
i’m off my rocker, i’ll prolly spaz like britney
back in ’06, you’ll prolly lose a kidney
cause i’m a urban legend and i got a hook like john legend
always shout the place out that i’m reppin’
sh-t ain’t been the same since 911
that’s the day i realized there was no heaven
now i’m just a n-gga tryna find his way
october 28th, that’s my birthday
october 27th, i was still tre
shout out to alyssa cause she made me quinn
shout out to my city cause it made me win
living life without a god so i daily sin
i live it, just like these f-ck boys hope to
and this ace of spades got me turning up like goku
f-ck life, why this sh-t don’t come with guidelines
sin city, motherf-cking right it’s my time
i met a b-tch the other day, she was a perfect ten
the type of b-tch you call wifey for you know her name
n-gga that’s just how i’m living, yeah you know the game
still if i got stixx with me, you’ll get unchained
like django, baby that’s just how the game go
look, i found the angle, i’m perfect with this flame flow
you lames know, f-cker f-ck with me you know i got it
got a city wide debate about who the hottest
they go dizzy, fresh ave and me
cause at any given time i will f-ck up a beat
f-ck up ya sheets, motherf-cker skeet skeet
i’m hot in these streets motherf-cker you weak
and it’s true bad b-tches come in pairs
something like, something like my jordan airs
no dave chappelle but i’m shouting out i’m rich b-tch
on team big d-ck you ain’t on the bench b-tch
somebody tell evelyn at guess
i’m the sh-t, f-ckin’ right, who would have guessed
the boy no one ever noticed finally made it right
and y’all can suck my d-ck, h-ll yeah f-ckin’ right

[kyle collins] : verse two
versatile veteran, varsity letterman, uh
this for my brethren in leagues that you never in, uh
straight to the head i got music excedrin, uh
i’m somewhere in between a devil and reverend, huh
musically, i mirror only the masters of making it
never do i fear a rapper, you b-st-rds are faking it
a conscious rapper i don’t know who you got me mistaken with
n-gga who you debating with, i go ape in this
this got everything a cl-ssic need
a ill beat, and the always cl-ssic me
up is my only direction, music my only connection
these b-tches like intersections, run through them into the next one
i’m a blessing in disguise, no, i’m a effin’ enterprise
you must have been ill advised to think you was ill as i, n-gga
my n-gga, don’t get it twisted i could smoke y’all
but i don’t smoke, so i’m twisted off of my liquor
and hi haters, you oughta listen to my latest
‘fore you f-ck yourself over like vibrators
outrageous when i be spazzin’ on tracks
you jasmines is wack, and you know it
need a hit, then i’m the one you should go with
don’t blow it
sincerely

[t-to lopez] : verse three
(yep, yep, yep)
now, from the looks of it most of you n-ggas lookin’ sick
came in this game and took a sh-t, what if i came and took yo sh-t
y’all get paid to get f-cked, don’t it suck to be on that hooker sh-t
boy, i’m the only t to make black history since booker sh-t
so check my net worth, i beat the odds
with a strong network, sh-t if my signal right i could prolly speak to god
we the god’s, i’m zeus in this booth when i’m loose in this goose
it hurt to spit the truth, don’ bit my lip and don’ loosened my tooth
foot on the gas pedal, holding on to my sanity around these cowards
like flowers hold on to last petals
(???) in a gl-ss house, they throw they last pebbles
and go run and hide their hands like they’re cast metal
but see me though, grew up watching ‘casino’
couple holes in the desert where all my problems will be though
p-ss the shovels n-gga, what (x3)

underdogs n-gga, g.p.t
t.i.t.o

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