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letra de quentin sands - j1hunnit

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[intro]
(you’re not makin’ this easy, kyle)
1hunnit

[verse]
all these phone calls i’m gettin’ annoyin’, i’m finna change my ringer
you ask a man to keep a secret and n-ggas turn to [?]
they could tell i’m out here sellin’ product because the odors linger
now i walk past n-ggas, i done gave my old friends the finger
12 clipped his run short ’cause he ain’t use his blinker
i’m drivin’ like an old white man so i don’t catch the [?]
i told her if she see a strobe light flash, she gotta stuff her [?]
in this game, i was taught you wanna last to be a critical thinker
white ash fallin’ off the ‘wood, you can taste the tinkture
the lining f-ckin’ up in my stomach, i’m a wockhardt drinker
patrón tried to cook me, i was labeled a narcotic slinger
them country boys hit me every time like what you charge the bringer?
the pot finally boilin’ over, i’m lettin’ out some steam
these n-ggas tellin’ everything like randall weems
my first play ain’t even fall through, i had to change the scheme
all that clout chasin’ only hurt his self, he got made a meme
i always like to tell myself it gets greater later
i want a gigantic house, with a richer neighbor
i done spoiled all my clients, i let ’em pick from flavors
tell them guys i’m fresh out of ’em, i can’t do no favors
you should’ve gave her to the streets, but you chose to save her
them n-ggas motivate me to go harder, d-mn, i love my haters
unc’ still f-ckin’ his arm up, you see the welts and craters
before you reach the door to the spot you smell the fumes and vapors
i’m transportin’ bags by the low, i connect with freighters
we ain’t goin’ back and forth on it, please have the paper
i ain’t got time to politic with a great debater
call me quentin sands, i send a blitz like lawrence taylor
i had to do the labor ’cause i ain’t wanna be a failure
all you got in this life is your word and genitalia
you gotta know what to do with the lil’ game they try to sell you
my favorite fiend just died, i kept his pint for memorabilia
[outro]
you know, r.i.p. that n-gga too, man, that n-gga
he was comin’ like twice every day, three days on fridays type sh-t
yeah
1hunnit

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