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letra de welcome to the island - queezy q

yeah, woah (yeah)
welcome to the the island
yeah, woah (yeah)
welcome to the island
yeah, woah (yeah)
welcome to the island
yeah, woah (yeah)
welcome to the island (yeah)

i’ma keep this sh-t a stack with you lil mama
gettin’ sick of servin’ packs of this marijuana
i just wanna get these racks with my ohana
flip a bag and get a house on the bahamas
i don’t want you
but you want me
from the east side, boy sh-t get ugly
tryna f-ck me
oh she must be
givin’ back rubs, now she tryna tug me

weather hot, drink cold
it’s a party on thе shore just make sure your littlе friends know
other guys can’t slide unless they kinfolk
two piece knock him out like a benzo
tryna switch up on me, i could never change over
leave her with a broke back and a bent sofa
queezy q i got the gas man, the drought’s over
rappers tryna claim my city but they ain’t locals
where i come from it’s “f-ck you”
never “nice to meet you”
that act you got is see through
the sharks will surely eat you
that new chick got a friend too
she’s comin’ to the beach soon
i got an asian b-tch drippin’ miso
he said “q, i need my money”
i said “me too”
sorry lil boy i might just have to beat you
well (yeah)
welcome to the island (yeah)
i’ma keep this sh-t a stack with you lil’ mama
gettin’ sick of servin’ packs of this marijuana
i just wanna get these racks with my ohana
flip a bag and get a house on the bahamas
i don’t want you
but you want me
from the east side, boy sh-t get ugly
tryna f-ck me
oh she must be
givin’ back rubs, now she tryna tug me

tryna tug me like i’m robert kraft
stripped that boy for the sack
he ain’t even get a quarter back
she throwin’ ass while her boyfriend in the corner sad
q stack ran a bag, now they really mad
they ain’t gotta ask, boy i’m really really that
served that boy some grass, that ain’t really really pack
gettin’ to the racks, i don’t really feel the past
smashed lil shawty from the party then it’s back to bash
it’s packed out the ass
might just have to dip out, go get smacked off the gas
swear the city’s gettin’ whack
but we bringin’ turn up back
stakes are gettin’ high, we still crankin’ up the thermostat
oh lord
spin his block in an old ford
if you ain’t gettin’ lit, what the f-ck else did you come for?
wishin’ we was dead, what you think the drugs for? (ha)
welcome to the-

- queezy q

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