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twin b. deuce & krispy quem - fuck it lyrics

[hook]
man i just heard about a l!ck! is you down for the hit?
i ain’t trippin on sh-t! i got to get it!

i ain’t tripping on a trick! yea i know about the strip!
i been scoring, i been scoring, i been scoring off tips!

blowing cali dro, smoking endo out the door!
f-ck the public and laws, let em know!

i’m on two not one, no kalif straight blunts!
man roll man roll man roll another one!

[verse 1: twin b. deuce]

now when i step through the door, i aint wearin polo
i got on black tee, evizu’s sagging my off
ain’t mean to sound boastful i ain’t bragging my -ss off
my partners on that northside trappin’ they -ss off
hatin’ -ss n-ggas catch concrete like ashphalt
and ya’ll keep stating opinions like somebody asked ya’ll
glock on the hip, give a f-ck ’bout what ya’ll think
ashtray full of sh-t that smell like a gas tank
i be shooting, i be scr-pping, i was slanging, i be thuggin’
other n-ggas say they was, i know they wasn’t (i know they wasn’t)
call me twin done did it named done done it
flow sick about to vomit flip a n-gga like a omlet
my n-ggas on they way home so it’s time to reunite
and if you talking on that blunt then p-ss it to who got the light
man i be smoking in the open middle finger to the public! yea yea yea

[hook: repeat]

[verse 2: krispy quem]

like f-ck it! that’s the moto that we yolo
i put the kush in a white owl and call it a fruit roll-up
yeap! i smoke i drank, like ‘er day
whay can you say? as long as i’m getting paid
but still i must go harder
scurry in my impala burn a lil water
d-mn i’m tight like a clam going ham, for my fam
yes ma’am i sure am, amen!
and if any n-gga oppose i’ll tell him just like a hoe
i can see through accessories and clothes you sucking d-ck on the low
player hater, no bueno, bad b-tch, yo quireo
chupa mi ?, pero no tienes me dinero
beef sh-t, bang! bang! bang! now hear the paralegics
g-sh-t, plain and simple, i ain’t even seen sh-t
got popped in the first forty eight
woke up charges dropped in the first forty eight

[hook]

- twin b deuce krispy quem lyrics

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