ticklemytip – quan artest freestyle lyrics
[intro]
goofy ahh uncle productions
aye, ok, aye, ok
aye n+gga you know what i’m sayin
n+ggas say that i fell off, ion even care. i just do this sh+t for fun
[verse 1]
they like “quan little n+gga where you been at?”
b+tch i been counting this motherf+cking cake
i got all this green b+tch, i need a rake
call me a realtor, put you in your place
i hit up your b+tch and i go get a taste
and you know that i’m keeping that glock on my waist
shoot a n+gga in his head knock off his toupee
call a n+gga jidion cause he’s bald with a fade
you know i’m gonna send a n+gga up if he talk down
f+ck a n+gga b+tch in her ass now my c+ck brown
told your b+tch put her titties in my mouth she’s my mom now feeling like an a+r+a+b i’m the bomb now
i’m the bomb cause i’m blowing up again
got my thumb in her but while i’m f+cking on her friend
yeah, turn into a monster, call me bеn 10
got the bricks in the pot whipping in the kitchеn
i don’t like my b+tches white, i like them coco
i dont like my b+tches poor, i don’t like them broke hoes
pull up on a opp, shoot his ass l bozo
that b+tch she looks like a hippo, call her moto
and i just popped a f+cking bean, feel like a cholo
if that’s your b+tch, why the f+ck she want a photo?
pull up in a srt, got the foe doe
skirting off in a scatpack ima take your hoe bro
[verse 2]
okay, b+tch i’ve been doing this for 6 years straight
feeling like aubrey graham, i’m finna pull up with the drake
i ain’t never going broke that’ll never be the case
i’m the voice little n+gga i’ll never be the face
i don’t run from n0body i’ll never do the race
got a chopper in the kitchen, know that b+tch finna bake
told a b+tch come jerk on my chicken like jamaicans
told your b+tch put her hand on my spear like an african
i’m finna take your b+tch and i’m finna blow her back again
feeling like an apple user i’m finna buy a mac again
my dad told me to do chores, i started packing him
getting all these racks little n+gga i be stacking them
man i always got b+tches in my car, human trafficking
and these n+ggas say i’m f+cking trash “stop rapping man”
my songs may be trash but i got your b+tch laughing man
she playing with my b+lls, she playing with it like tennis
she’s sucking on my c+ck, she sucking it till i finish
i stick it in f+ck her, she’s asking for more inches
i tell her go up in the kitchen and wash the dishes
yeah she’s blowing me kisses
getting to the bag i got to finish the mission
f+cking on your b+tch and this d+ck got her twitching
only make hits little n+gga, no misses
[outro]
leaving that boy on the curb
them bullets finna make him learn
my n+ggas pull up on the curb
like to f+ck with these hoes i’m a jerk
yeah, and i’m finna buy your b+tch a purse
and you know that i’m smoking that purp
got a glock and that b+tch finna burst
yeah that boy got crossed like a church
finna put his ass on a t+shirt
you better learn
backwood russian cream finna burn
yeah, little n+gga this meetings adjourned
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