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letra de face - quaydee

[intro: quaydee & benjicold]
uhhh, yeah, mingo, lets go
yeah, ha, haha
mingo, haha, quaydee’
yeah’

[verse: benjicold]
i’m laughin’ our way to the bank
you f-ckin a hoe, and she stank
and im sippin’ that wock and its pink
he talkin’ that sh-t but that lil n-gga jank
and i got lil glock and it shoot at yo face
and that sucka’ it pray everywhere like a mace
and i score on a pint and i score on a ace (huh, huh, yeah)
b-tch i get that bag wha’ f-ck did you think
b-tch im that foreign and i switch lanes (yeah)
b-tch im clean like some bleach, butcha’ lil ass is a stain (yeah, stain)
i remember being big as h-ll in that helmutlang (ha, ha) (yeah)
now this b-tch she calling my phone sayin’ she my fan (she my fan)
told that p-ssy ass n-gga leave me lonе (ha, ha)
you’on know my names james (my name jamеs)
hop in motha f-ckin’ h-llcat skrt (ha) (h-llcat, aye)
that b-tch like aye (skrt)
f-ckin tha’ maf-ckin’ ho and im f-ckin’ that bih
f-ck her face (f-ckin’ her face)
[verse 1: quaydee]
they be like quaydee you crashin’
thats what i do when i get out my lane (yeah)
i’m tryna chill but im done being passive
the next n-gga play getting shot in the face (blah)
my n-ggas dont know anything (shh)
but i bet they was there when i blew out his brain
he had ah (???) i gave him a fade, yeah these n-ggas be plane

[bridge: quaydee]
remember the day when i wah’ havin nothing
but n-gga today man that just ain’t the case
i was a young n-gga head vv’s, now i got vv’s all on my waste
n-ggas be hopin that boy be the police
i swear the boys be the maf-ckin jakes
onna’ ya n-gga that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (???)
remember the day when i wah’ havin nothing
but n-gga today man that just ain’t the case
i was a young n-gga head vv’s, now i got vv’s all on my waste
n-ggas be hopin that boy be the police
i swear the boys be the maf-ckin jakes
onna’ ya n-gga that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (???)

[verse 2: quaydee]
step on yo face till it break (what)
whats on my back its a maf-ckin’ k (ah k)
i can not carry the weight
yeah im skinny but my pockets they so outta shape
quaydee your causing (????)
i don’t give a f-ck ima shoot on my way
young n-gga be on some savage sh-t
you got a average b-tch, im finna f-ck anyway
she get a uber and then im gon’ do her
so come pick her up because this ho couldn’t stay
freaky bih crazy she hittin a backflip
im finna get in her mouth like a black tip
im getting p-ssy and blue hunnids catnip
f-ck with the gang n-gga ggo wack sh-t
told that bih (????) ima fax it
twenty five gram a n-gga how he taxin’
b-tch ima turn a n-gga into some past tense
i lift some weight up off him like he fastin’
what size she is? im just askin
lil b-tch im just playing you can’t get her back b-tch
aright lights camorra, real action
play with the gang and my n-ggas get active
f-ckin your new b-tch on your new mattress
is that your new strap, yeah like last (???)
but im still finna sn-tch it, making me mad, he blew a gasket
(???) we gon’ make sure you fit in a maf-ckin casket
toatin that gun but i know that you b-tch made
why you got it you not finna blast it
f-ckin my ex b-tch on to the next b-tch
i dont not miss her, not even a tad bit
im tryna get to the bread, get to that lettuce
and im finna make me a sandwich
(???) im off a perc, tie up her hair and then she go to work
walk in the club i know i finna flirt
(???) but i know im a maf-ckin jerk
the draco singing like lil vert, wait no the drac finna sing like a drac
[outro: quaydee]
a drac, yeah drac finna spit in his face
bad b-tch invited me over she just tryna come over
she just tryna give me that face

- quaydee

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