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letra de quick sand - joey trap

quick sand lyrics
[intro]
uh (oh skinny, you wildin’ n-gga)
big bands

[chorus]
sippin’ on wockesha with the seal, that sh-t was quicksand
she was mixin’ molly with the yola, make a b-tch dance
fiends takin’ fentanyl, it got them n-ggas kickstand
dude be always talkin’ to the police, he the snitch man

[verse]
n-gga, you trippin’
said he dropped his mixtape on datpiff, but who listen?
i don’t think the diamonds on this chain real, like, too glisten
i ain’t even satisfied with one, i need two b-tches
uh, respectfully
notice how he had to pay for the head, i get neck for free
they be out here talkin’ to feds, that sound fakе to me
they on instagram like a thuggеr, that’s some make-believe
i ain’t got no time to die, n-gga, like i’m james bond
how you say you down to ride, n-gga, but you ain’t calm?
bullets all up in your ride, n-gga, call up state farm, uh
[?], baby, go walk the [?], baby, she run that up
i got the k lately, i keep it off safety, i mean don’t touch
you n-ggas mad ’bout it, it’s ’cause they had doubted and now i’m up
i been the man, n-gga, i know the plan, n-gga, and y’all just stuck, uh
p-ssy, cup is spillin’ over
that ain’t even real drip, n-gga, y’all rockin’ fashion nova
only speakin’ real sh-t, n-gga, i’m a f-ckin’ soldier
i’m the hardest of various ages, n-gga, you should call me hova
i let that ride ’cause they ain’t understand
but i bet your baby mama knows that i’m the f-ckin’ man
and i walk around with pistols on me and these f-ckin’ bands
if you try to run up on me, n-gga, there ain’t no f-ckin’ chance
[chorus]
sippin’ on wockesha with the seal, that sh-t was quicksand
she was mixin’ molly with the yola, make a b-tch dance
fiends takin’ fentanyl, it got them n-ggas kickstand
dude be always talkin’ to the police, he the snitch man

[outro]
uh-uh, uh-uh, hov

- joey trap

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