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letra de slidin - qu3st qu3st

[verse 2: qu3st qu3st]
how would you feel
if i came through
all black, sliding?
big guns
i’m spraying sh-t up
ain’t no hiding
i’m distant
cause most of you n-ggas
moving like some b-tches
i’m vicious
she give me sloppy toppy
ain’t no kisses
my mans and em
they walk around with work
they got tans with em
and vans with em
big kick back sh-t
like jackie chan and em
i’m dangerous
when i up my pole
ain’t no escaping this
i’m faded b-tch
off these white runtz
might hot sp-ce and sh-t
can’t make this up
half a band on the feets
just to f-ck it up
i’m dumb as f-ck
crazy in the brains
please don’t try ya luck
we wallen up
80 on the dash
and bro speeding up
they feeling us
can’t f-ck with no fakes
they can’t eat with us
i’m speaking up
watch how they move
when you stop feeding em
it’s demon time
iced out my wrist
i can’t keep the time
might peep the time
n-ggas ain’t giving sh-t
i’m keeping all my dimes
just busta rhymes (drip)
i’m working all the time
[verse 2: reck savage]
went to sleep to a bed on the floor
and woke up to a note on the door
had to pack all of my sh-t and get lost
slapped from life i had to make me a choice
played the fields all summer
no beds no covers
on top of that i lost a brother
luu banga it’s no other
rolling papers and fanto for brodie
i’m w draco and qu3st sipping codeine
counting up bands smoking propane
all this ice on kid feel frozen
made a choice now i’m seeing bands
foreign girl flew her out from france
her parents warned she’ll get out hand
now all the girl do is just dance
bad b-tches wanna come my show
back stage we don’t need a front row
get ya b-tch
she tryna f-ck all the bros
tryna pull up me outta my flashy clothes
all these they hate on the bros
you only hate if ya pockets is low
i went out and i built that bag from the floor
i f-cked up on a band
had to make some more
all i want is a house on the hills
hennessy, i ain’t popping no pills
x and os
now she want cop a feel
she rubbing me down from my neck to my hills
she want me to tuck her good night
but when the bag calls
i gotta flight
she just wanna argue and fight
my uber’s is outside
i’ma call it a night

- qu3st qu3st

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