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letra de no jokin - quadniggaz

[verse 1]
teki died nothin’ happened
look at how they caught lil’ bibby and ’em lackin’
look at how they caught trey d and they smoked him
bust lil teco sh-t wide open
bronem slide, no jokin’
foolio b-tch n-gga everybody know it
sh-t he know it, sh-t she know it
his momma know too, she a part of the war
even the west scored
you ain’t slide for her, you ain’t gon’ slide for your boys
say i got stripes, i could live in a zoo
but the beef what we eat when we dinin’ of course
henry get f-cked up the road and i know it
jb run like forrest, know it
i caught rick lackin’ and i jumped out at him
and he fold like a napkin, of course (he did)
n-gga’s ain’t that, i’m an accurate source
i ain’t ever lie, i’m a fact spitter boy
rack hitter boy
pull up on a n-gga start hittin’ like a b-tch when she mad at a boy (come here, come here)
all these n-ggas be cap
when i shoot, i’ma hit him in his hat

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
these are not mike amiris, these levi’s
five dollars for the trunks and they’re knee-high
told my b-tch go get her friends, a greedy n-gga, bae, i need sides
big booty b-tch sat on my face and gave me pink eye
spirit airlines every time i fly
or it’s frontier, skiplagged how i book my flights
i’m a cheap n-gga, don’t give a f-ck if i die
just give me the aisle row seat and i’ll be just fine
[verse 3: confusing guy]
he seem pink like homer (homer)
but, i ain’t no simp son (nope)
i think my arm got eyes, (why) cause my wristw-tch (yup)
think it’s sweet like candy, (yup) if i get pushed, pop (boom)
i drive a mercedes-range rover (room)
my money blue like a four-leaf clover (p-ssy)
and my brother got a tat, when i just got a tat too
my haircut got a talent cause they asked me what my hair do
why we call a building “building” if the building already built
i can’t stop staring when i’m driving just because my steering wheel can’t
baseb-lls can’t fly so how the f-ck i got a batman

[verse 4: kyle]
yeah, gold in my mouth, i don’t talk cheap (no)
yeah, these b-tches used to make fun of my t–th (woo)
now they crusty, ac busted, house 100 degrees, ha
yo, that’s f-cked up but oh well, she’s an assh0l-
told her no sweat, she can chill in my castle
this sh-t was so fire, yachty had to run it back though
’bout to write a chain off on my tax though

- quadniggaz

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