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letra de quagen - lil tony official

[verse 1: lil tony official]
yeah
n-gga think i’d leave my section without this weapon, boy, you dumb as h-ll
thinkin’ to myself if i go down, would n-ggas pay my bail?
that sh-t don’t even matter, i’ll go to h-ll before i go to jail (gang)
why them broke n-ggas act like they gettin’ money? i don’t know
why these b-tch n-ggas act like they catchin’ bodies, they some hoes
all these opp n-ggas some hoes, totin’ on guns they ain’t gon’ blow
slide down on his block with drakey, my hand achey from this pole
designer i be draped in, we gon’ hit they block, thеn quake it
my bro love that quagen, hе gon’ take it when he achin’
stretch marks all around her booty, she look like she agin’
you’ll get a contact from this weed, turn africans to asians
right now, rockin’ scotch and soda
i know some hoes’ll get your drop if i throw fashion nova
i catch that boy and he be dressin’ well, his fashion over
i put the kit inside this whip, hope i don’t crash it over
no, i can’t match you, bro
i got my own weed, yeah, my own trees, strong like hercules
i pulled out her weave, i’m sorry, you can’t get sh-t from me
n-ggas swear they want the best in town, but won’t pay thirty-three
when i catch them boys, no hook like kareem, but we shoot thirty-three
b-tch, i’m with the mob, we in the south, you get shot in your mouth
n-ggas call him quay ’cause when he cookin’ up, won’t spit it out
once them boys declare it’s beef, i swear we light up every house
leave that sh-t there in the street, we goin’ in and comin’ out
my face good everywhere, chill on the westside with my father
might f-ck ’round and get fancy, slide to buckhead with this chopper
on the eastside with my bl!cky, see a play, i might just rob him
he a country boy, but he a rat, he still talk to the monsters
no, i won’t buy no birkin, ho, but i’ll pay for her body
one of my youngins doin’ first degree like he paid for his college
bought these rubies here from icebox, this sh-t way before johnny
yeah, play his dome, but ain’t no falcon, we dump sh-t like comments, d-mn (say what?)
[verse 2: profitchild]
just seventeen and still in high school, hittin’ hoes in college (seventeen)
i was taught you gon’ do dirty work, then do that sh-t in silence (shh)
uh, robo glock, put a switch on the back of the gun, leave a stink like garbage
i’m huntin’ for opps, tryna put a n-gga in that box, i feel like roddy (ricch)
antisocial, please stay six feet back or you’ll get bodied quick (get bodied)
think you a demon, i’ll turn your ass to an angel, get out your body, b-tch (get out your body)
stick got a scope, i’m tryna catch his throat and make him gasp for air (where you goin’?)
lucky store, n-gga doin’ all that lookin’, i almost left him there
ho dumb as f-ck, she got me mixed up like i just pay for hair (i pay for hair)
the drank ain’t cheap, taxin’ for the wock’ like it’s a cable bill (wock’)
you movin’ too slow, your ass gon’ die in the street, so what you thinkin’ for?
bag on his top, i’m tryna get the boy gone, he should’ve plead the fifth
gang ties, that’s all through my family, i hang with bloods and crips
stop and pop like i was shootin’ a shot, i almost caught his lip (frrt)
dripped in gucci, ‘member 2012, i was wearin’ coogi
b-tch, you ain’t even bad enough to smash, so why you actin’ bougie? (brrt)
stick go frrt, put his ass up in the sky, young fly n-gga just like lucci
can’t give smoochies, i want the slop, deep dives and you can keep your coochie (coochie)
moeny, power, threw my shooters the bag, i bet them boys go stupid (there he go)
whole lotta clips, when we go to amc, we turn the opps to movies (turn the opps to movies)
high off drugs, first n-gga walk up on me, watch my youngins lose it (walk)
i’m like a toilet when it come to guns ’cause they know i’ma use it (p-ssy)

[outro: profitchild]
frrt, frrt, frrt

- lil tony official

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