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letra de out of line - don q

[intro: jay critch]
d-lo on the beat
yeah
prepare for launch in three, two…

[chorus: jay critch & don q]
couple figures and now all these b-tches care for me
and f-ck these n-gg-s that was down and they ain’t share with me
soon as i started seein’ money it was clear to me
these n-gg-s not hungry for no money, that sh-t weird to me
can’t trust these n-gg-s, so you know i’m movin’ carefully
f-ckin’ b-tches three at once, that sh-t was rare for me
critch got a few, i told him bring a spare for me
i tell my drummer come in air, he bring a snare for me

[verse 1: don q & jay critch]
(yeah, uh, uh-uh)
n-gg-s out of line
tell me how you lookin’ for us like we not outside
(yeah, uh-uh)
lucky we too occupied
.40 by the p-ssenger, the fn by the driver side
so we put them shooters on you, then you got no time to hide
if you cross that line, i guarantee they leave you traumatized
you don’t want them n-gg-s kickin’ doors out where your mom reside
[?], tyin’ n-gg-s up, this sh-t like [?]
i remember when wasn’t eatin’, felt like ramadan
plate was empty, now we gettin’ paid all the racks, so they envy
but my n-gg-s was raised in the trap, they ain’t friendly
so that boy could try to play and get clapped through his fendi
bro still gettin’ paid skippin’ states in that rentsky
i’ma make a play, put the block in a frenzy
give my dog a plate, he made that to a ten-piece
hood fave, n-gg-s hate, don’t know what they got against me

[verse 2: don q]
black sweats i wore for days ’til it fade and it’s linted
they throwin’ shots my way, but it ain’t graze me or nip me
if they k!ll me where i stay, will the parade like i’m nipsey?
they always take away the greats, it’s a shame how this sh-t be
let’s go flow for flow, n-gg-
i bet i steal a show if we go toe for toe, n-gg-
pedicures on my b-tch, she love to show her toes
and the extra girl suckin’ d-ck goin’ blow for blow with her
i got tints behind the [?] and you can’t see when i slide up
i got hints that you was workin’, you ain’t think we would find out
they been doubtin’ in they dreams, they been seein’ us die out
i’ma scout, you wanna be up on my team? come and tryout
i got a startin’ five of p-rn stars, i treat ’em like they all-stars
they numbers never stored, but they recent in my call logs
i keep my spanish mami on guard, my white b-tch play the small forward
my black b-tch in the post, whoever miss, she grabbin’ all boards

- don q

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