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letra de gametime - quin nfn

[intro]
da gang!
da gang!

[verse]
f-ckin and duckin, im f-ckin her buddy but im countin up at the same time
youngin a g, hit you up when it’s gametime
look like we takin down lakeline
my n-ggas lions, the f-ck is a canine?
[?]
pull up n get a headshot like it’s facetime
i’ll up the strap at your waistline
most of these n-ggas is weeny
pull up with the nina and n-ggas start panickin’
i spent a sack and got fresh as a b-tch
it look like i jus robbed me a mannequin
200 a feature, 300 i’m averagin
wait till a n-gga start travellin
step out with my n-ggas, we lurkin we strategin’
look like we play for the mavericks
diamonds they dance and a n-gga start shiverin’
we got more poles than a fisherman
pop out all black if you wanna [?]
ima just [?] like they zimmerman
i really want brain but the b-tch kinda thick
swear to god made ya boy reconsider it
pull up with d-cks you’ll think that i’m feminine
fling his -ss out like some cinnamon
bro off a [?] he just rollin he rollin so we’ll throw bullets like prescott
got a green beam on this hoe like a xbox cuz we don’t f-ck with no red dot
i f-ck a check up [?] from the neck up
all of my shoes they be dessed out
i do not diss in my raps, i have bronem come through and just give you a chest shot
[?] slide through doin hits out a stolo
bullets the size as a yoyo
and you can come over and give me some noggin but after that you gotta go go
make that hoe nut, now its c-m on my polo
got like two hoes in a four door
give a f-ck if you pullin up with 30 .44’s
you better go and get four more
i call ugly e he gon come with that choppa
we uppin that b-tch and go blocka
[?] chop it up witcho b-tch like baraka
and after i hit ima block her
she tried to tell me she gon stay at my casa
i told her she lion mufasa
s smokin gas and do not try to hit it cuz he do not blow with imposters
c bruh do not f-ck around with no swishers cuz he rollin woods cuz its simple
ar-15, a supressor and beam, he roll up and get popped like a pimple
[?] and ron doin hits out a rental, the holes in yo face like a dimple
hundred round blow give a f-ck bout reloadin
i swear to god it leave him crippled
big booty b-tches i f-ck on the daily b-tch i just want top if it’s little
the hoe say she hungry but it ain’t no biggie so i went and copped her some skittles
and b-tch i be ballin but i do not dribble the bullet a make his -ss wiggle
and when we blow ninas it sound like a gym
when y’all blow b-tch it sound like a whistle
run up on me and get shot in yo temple
suppressors be longer than pencils
i see yo beyonce, she got some potential
so when i just f-ck, i giggle
yo b-tch crossin words with a n-gga, no scribble
just watch how i do instrumentals
and bro smokin sharp cuz it’s sweet
presidential and all of this sh-t confidential
bronem come through, pop yo -ss with a green dot
i’m f-ckin yo b-tch to some cdot
make em play p-ssy, get f-cked like a g-spot
swear to god i f-ck on treetop
b-tch smoke for you n-ggas that’s thinkin y’all cold
we a give his -ss heat like a teapot
hit the galleria inside of the beamer and this b-tch head look like peac-cks
i’m outta line cuz i’m f-ckin latinos and hoes say i’m reckless like rico
[?] come through [?] dont reload
we set it off like cleo
i got my sh-t took like a n-gga seen debo
that b-tch got water no nemo
insides the coupe it look like a torpedo
the seats the same color fritos
can’t [?] cuz im thinkin my fist broke
[?] hit tho
spray the whole thing what the f-ck is a crisco
make his -ss dance like a disco
dgnt gon pop sh-t like some crisco
i swear to god hoes on my d-ck though
but she just be f-ckin me cuz of my wrist though
we movin weight like a big hoe

- quin nfn

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