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letra de quagen - bay swag

quagen lyrics
[intro]
(choppy go crazy)
oh my god
huh

[chorus]
you ain’t outside, what we been through
n-ggas don’t know what i’ve been through
reach for this chain get popped like a pimple (grrt)
took a flight to turks just to get a breeze
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout a f-cking enemy
really getting money, edgy that’s the sleeve
take it

[verse]
i just want some mata, after you could leave
i can’t say his name
i can’t say his name, he still servin’ feens
quagen
she told me bust on her face, i’ma paint it, f-ck being famous
i be high up out my mind on them stages, i almost faded (woo)
virgil my body, no h&m
patience, runnin’ these plays like a patriot
sanction, i’m too official, no faking it
i like the way she be shaking it
ed ed and eddy, i can’t deal with certain b-tches, they petty
i want the fetty (oh)
i took homies on a drill, he said, he was ready (oh)
he wasn’t ready
only the bros could come to the spot, these b-tches be messy, i send them to telly’s
kick us a chevy
them n-ggas p-ssy and softer than teddies
pop me a perc’ this the real one, no fetty (oh, oh)
[chorus]
you ain’t outside, what we been through
n-ggas don’t know what i’ve been through
reach for this chain get popped like a pimple (grrt)
took a flight to turks just to get a breeze
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout a f-cking enemy
really getting money, edgy that’s the sleeve (oh my god)
take it
you ain’t outside, what we been through (let’s go)
n-ggas don’t know what i’ve been through
reach for this chain get popped like a pimple (aye, aye)
took a flight to turks just to get a breeze
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout a f-cking enemy
really getting money, edgy that’s the sleeve
take it

- bay swag

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