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letra de for entertainment - quin nfn

(intro)
this sh-t right here really like… (phew phew, phew, phew)
this sh-t really, this sh-t really for entertainment purposes only
you know i’m too much f-ck with n-ggas last
(unclear)

(hook)
let him lose control, he gone his lose his life
really strapped down with that pole so we ain’t losing fights
feel like i done did me so much wrong that i can’t do a right
facing all these problems (–unclear, aftermath maybe–), these drugs gonna help me get through the night
i’m too precise with all thеse shooters round me b-tch
no i don’t owе nothing n-ggas begging like they family rich
i was just in the streets with none to eat everything around me lit
i feel like a boxer with these ratchets play around he hit

(verse)
n-ggas waited through the shade of hate, did bossed up and i made it
i ain’t changing i’m the same n-gga i started, yeah
know they sleek and slimy tryna stand beside me
they start gettin impatient
i ain’t c-cky n-ggas try to nag me but i’m rich regardless

really having motion, young n-gga 15 and bout his life
sipping henny off the ice got all cutters, chalk and white
try to box we spark the fight
red dots like parking lights
pull up spazzing bout that action i can’t be the talking type
sloppy let them sticks go
know the opps gon’ get smoke
n-ggas stay inside but everywhere the n-ggas hide my b-tch know
i bet they know i’m 10 toes and i can never get hoed
arp a quick scope
hanging out the window

i still got some bros inside the kitchen
n-ggas hear bout beef inside the street and turn into politicians
ayy still tell em stop the dissing pull up quinn and all they mentions
i got shots for oppositions ‘memer bro headshot the witness

(pre hook)
ayy gang sh-t
if you tryna go feed your people we on the same sh-t
i got some young n-ggas in the streets that’ll make a brain split
(–unclear, lost city maybe?) saying i be on some gang sh-t
you n-ggas be on some lame sh-t

(hook)
let him lose control, he gone his lose his life
really strapped down with that pole so we ain’t losing fights
feel like i done did me so much wrong that i can’t do a right
facing all these problems (–unclear, aftermath maybe–), these drugs gonna help me get through the night
i’m too precise with all these shooters round me b-tch
no i don’t owe nothing n-ggas begging like they family rich
i was just in the streets with none to eat everything around me lit
i feel like a boxer with these ratchets play around he hit

- quin nfn

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