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letra de bossa - lil queseyot

[intro: lil queseyot]
queseyot back on his sh-t again (queseyot back on his sh-t again)
queseyot back on his sh-t again (queseyot back on his sh-t again)
lil quese’, lil quese’ (uh)
queseyot back on his sh-t again (uh)
queseyot back on his sh-t again, uh
joey3 back on his sh-t again (uh), joey3 back on his sh-t again (uh)
look

[verse 1: lil queseyot]
queseyot back on his sh-t again, ballin’ on n-ggas like i play for michigan
i had to drop her and get her friend, mindin’ my business, still countin’ my dividends
n-ggas be cappin’, the world that we livin’ in, i had to upgrade and move up from middleman
rockin’ designer ’cause i really get it in, call up the plug and you know that he shippin’ it
n-ggas, they know that we winnin’, we gettin’ this money, ain’t takin’ no l’s
back when you hearin’ my name, lil queseyot, bet i be ringin’ a bell
run up on me and the gang and the stock is attached and you catchin’ a sh-ll
talkin’ all crazy up out of his lips i be crackin’ his man and you watched how he fell, uh
run up, drop him, b-tches, they know that i’m poppin’
i’m throwin’ assist, stocked in, then i’m hittin’ the booth, lock in
bet i pull up to the show, rockin’
always on go-mode, n-ggas be so-so
see your lil’ b-tch and she wantin’ a photo, you and your man, bozo
i cannot cap ’bout this life, ’cause this is the sh-t that i really done did
feds run into my crib and it’s crazy ’cause i’m ’bout to do me a bid
the gang still runnin’ up peezys, my feet, check for the yeezys
my brodie say balenciaga, back in high school, i did the prada
n-ggas know i’m ’bout a dollar, i’m drippin’ in new salim roger
the money, we gettin’ a lot of, head to toe, we dripped in designer
we went from the back to the front, n-ggas be cappin’ this ain’t what you want
got gas if you needed a pump, ran up a lot of these racks in the mud
run up on gang and get hit from the jump, these n-ggas is trash and belong in the dump, uh
[verse 2: joey3]
uh, 3 (gang)
man, i’m really back on my sh-t again, man (for real?)
bah, bah, bah
joey3 back on his sh-t again, watch how i slide in with ten of them, uh (uh)
n-ggas be actin’ all feminine, f-ckin’ two b-tches, no jefferson, uh (uh)
rappers is soft, turkey, she eatin’ me up, jerky
high off a pill, perky, i’m rollin’ with hitters, murk ’em
i’m shippin’ the work, send off, hop in the wheel, bend off
need me some work, i’ma run off, we got a mop and it’s bend-off
brodie start lettin’ his gun off, f-ckin’ with 3 and then rumble
shawty be wipin’ my cum off, finish my verse when this blunt off
run up, drop ’em (ah), joey3, spot ’em
gang lined ’em, broski got ’em
shawty keep hittin’ my cellular, smokin’ on gas, no regular
put on the mask, the predator, gang and them two steps ahead of ya
ah, ah, ah (what?)

[verse 3: joey & lil queseyot]
i had to hop in my zone, players keep callin’ my phone, woah (brr)
he said he need gas for the low, pull up, i’m right by the store, oh
we in and we out on a l!ck, one time we slide with the bl!ck (gang)
lil queseyot takin’ your b-tch, joey3 back in the mix (gang)
we found ’em, dropped ’em, servin’, yo gotti
screamin, “free quaddy,” ten toes, free bobby
burnt up, i’m zombie, ball hard like scotty
i’m droppin’ a opp and his man, one time, we hoppin’ out vans
run up on gang, you get jammed, p-ssy just put up your hands
i’m doin’ a bid for a scam, they tryna book me and my man
beefin’ with n-ggas, they ran, crazy how opps turn to fans (ah, ah)
uh, uh, uh
uh (joey3, b-tch)

- lil queseyot

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