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letra de fundip - quin nfn

yea yea yeah
that thing glued to me
beatdemons in yo ear
yeah

i’m clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip
i was just on p-ssy mattress practicing a front flip
now i pull my stick up out this pouch i call it fundip
took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich

asked her what she’s on she said some paper that make both of us
i came up out that dirty by myself n-ggas wasn’t coaching us
this drank ain’t round a clip talking wockesha we can toast it up
i might get a little facial from your bae to help me sober up
the city claim lil quin the one, lowkey that sh-t honoring
and any n-gga play bound to get his issue i can promise you
i just hit yo chick and now i’m dipping likе a condiment
she came to comе swallow cause the condo look astonishing
baby k came with some breast to flex should of did modeling
ain’t just for some neck she asked for s-x i won’t acknowledge you
popped a percocet just for the stress and woke up vomiting (d-mn)
new balenci runners look like guns i be vibing em
know we in the fields like some linemen how we tackle blocks
new cartier this forty one double m look like a apple watch
known to sit em down just like a lounge we out here passing shots
why you at the crib sitting on your ass you want a bag or not?
i’m clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip (boom boom)
i was just on p-ssy mattress practicing a front flip (i was)
now i pull my stick up out this pouch i call it fundip (run)
took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah i did)
i ain’t want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me (we good)
i ain’t cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me
we gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity (boom boom boom)
know we trained to go boy, hate yo hoe cause she be choosing me (hate yo b-tch)

then go hit the road for that new pack cause it got flew to me (it got flew)
n-ggas leave they side when we come slide it happens usually
we the ones getting p-ssy n-ggas kick out the community (p-ssy)
whole cl!ck full of steppers they know all the shooters cool with me
they f-cking supporters they said quincho and them some fan lovers
ain’t no pick or choosers we will serve this to yo grandmother (d-mn)
might go get that switch like a bad kid and make my hand stutter
i ain’t got to move at all, i’ll just let them bands touch ya
come and play with quin the situation gone be hideous
me and bro was outside all summer ferb and phineas
drop then a we (pew-pew-pew-boom) and show we serious
this stick will make a n-gga say oooweeee like bobby bill (d-mn)

i’m clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip (boom boom)
i was just on p-ssy mattress practicing a front flip (i was)
now i pull my stick up out this pouch i call it fundip (run)
took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah i did)
i ain’t want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me
i ain’t cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me
we gone stick to beefing boy, you tweaking talkin’ bout unity
know we trained to go boy, hate yo hoe cause she be choosing me

- quin nfn

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