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letra de rated r - qua louie

yeah!
two goon gang, free the army, rip the army. ya’ll already know the most sh-t
it’s the gang baby!
ha!

my young n-ggas so geeked up! bustin’ of all of them xans, i’m stackin’ that chicken i’m flippin’ that chicken’, i’m countin my paper just all in advance. my lil b-tch done left me, so now i’m just d-ckin’ her friends, i’m slammin’ the roxies, abusin’ the roxies, she takin’ the perkies, she rollin of ten

in the trap with my jays on, when we see them n-ggas boy its kayz on. lil singin’ n-gga, like trey songz, keep droppin’ all these d-mn g-y songs. wanna diss me, better miss me, lil n-gga with that bullsh-t. i’m on 5th street yeah that’s zone 6, where they sell drugs with them full clips

why these n-ggas mad at us?(huh) cause my pockets fat as f-ck!(uh) see a n-gga clap him up! why? cause that n-gga actin’ tough! rat n-ggas we annihilate, boy that disrespect we don’t tolerate. to them real n-ggas and them thorough n-ggas i salute em n-gga, i relate

i don’t drink that green sh-t, i be charged all off the actavis. real street n-gga that be getting money i don’t even need this rapping sh-t. f-ck the feds, we don’t f-ck with feds, got my n-ggas booked on trafickin’. f-cked his b-tch had to k!ll her p-ssy. now she textin’ me like “you immaculate.”

i’m so focused up, b-tches eye glow up, when the gang roll up. eastside 103, n-gga what my gang throw up. imma f-ck that game up, n-gga then put me team in it. last night i had a dream with martin luther king in it.(i had a dream)and he was just telling me like: “louie, (laughs) you really that n-gga. (yeah)and them n-ggas you be with is they really them n-ggas. (yeah) everything self explanatory n-gga

high school lil dropout still graduated didn’t go to cl-ss. still off that same sh-t, operation gotta chase that d-mn bag. all these young thugger n-ggas, all these n-ggas to me they some d-mn f-gs.(yeah) drippin on em how you love that? boy i’m splashin’ on em with this d-mn swag. big louie i’m the f-ckin’ g, lotta n-ggas can’t they f-ck with me. gudda with me, roll that f-ckin tweed, if she ain’t f-ckin’ him then she ain’t f-ckin’ me

sorry babygirl, yeah i apologize, babygirl it’s so simple. blue money on my d-mn mind, got them blue 100s on my mental. pull up in a x6, i ain’t cash it out, it’s a rental. gang bangin’ and that sellin’ drugs yeah i’m sorry mama what i’m into. lil n-gga better go to school, lil n-gga better read a kindle. this street life ain’t your life, lil n-gga better use your temple. louie goin’ hard, louie goin’ stupid, louie gotta switch the flow up. yeah just like a d-mn squirrel tryna bust a nut, i just got nuts. every week i be coppin’ sh-t, every week i gotta hit the store up. everyday i be poured up, everyday i gotta f-ck my dough up. (cash!)

- qua louie

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