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letra de rot - quaan

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[verse 1: quaan]
what you been through
i had rappers treat my flow
just like a stencil

i seen n-ggas come and go
when they was meant to
sometimes they ain’t have a choice
was that meant too

big homie always tripping
off a senzu (bean)
did too much and it be
weighing on his mental

when we would talk he told me
watch what you get into
same n-gga seen him draw down
with no pencil

on his men too
what that lead to

[chorus: quaan]
‘fore i tell a lie
b-tch i’d rather rot
on the guys
this ain’t no disguise
i don’t keep a mop
i don’t stay in mess
i don’t like to stress

and i stress
don’t make me upset
all thеse n-ggas same as sunday best
hеat and then i press

[verse 2: quaan]
yeah, ay
heat and then i press
none of you rappers
have got me impressed

i never crumble with heavier stress
i seen em stumble when carrying less
i never shook with a trigger to chest

god as a vest
who you tryna test
i couldn’t favor me less

you is the lesser if we being obvious
i see no equal these oddly binoculars
leaving em nauseous or noxious
better approach me with caution
my whole team been exhausted
’cause that’s me on the procuring the mix
plus that’s me on the producing the hits
if i get to writing it’s never a miss
you know what it is

[chorus: quaan]
‘fore i tell a lie
b-tch i’d rather rot
on the guys

this ain’t no disguise
i don’t keep a mop
i don’t stay in mess
i don’t like to stress

and i stress
don’t make me upset
all these n-ggas same as sunday best
heat and then i press

[verse 3: mama’s boi]
heat them then i press
all of they flows have got me oppressed
thanking the lord he keeping me blessed
you cannot pass all the tests of the pressure
that made me the n-gga the way that i am
n-gga that blam

send that express on the truck
hit you like serious sam
they don’t want hands

i don’t need mop
keep a street sweeper for motherf-cking opp
drop a location, i’ll pull up to your spot
make your whole block get hot, why not

talking family ties
we’ll split the pie
with all the guys
‘fore i tell a lie
that’s seppuku
that’s suicide
i’ll take my life
‘fore i live a lie
i’ll rot
b-tch

[chorus: quaan & mama’s boi]
‘fore i tell a lie
b-tch i’d rather rot
on the guys

this ain’t no disguise
i don’t keep a mop
i don’t stay in mess
i don’t like to stress

and i stress
don’t make me upset
all these n-ggas same as sunday best
heat and then i press

‘fore i tell a lie
b-tch i’d rather rot
on the guys

this ain’t no disguise
i don’t keep a mop
i don’t stay in mess
i don’t like to stress

and i stress
don’t make me upset
all these n-ggas same as sunday best
heat and then i press

‘fore i tell a lie
b-tch i’d rather rot
on the guys

this ain’t no disguise
i don’t keep a mop
i don’t stay in mess
i don’t like to stress

and i stress
don’t make me upset
all these n-ggas same as sunday best
heat and then i press

- quaan

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