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letra de i feel like babytron - quin nfn

fresh out a beamer with all of my people (d-mn)
i’m fresh as a menace, some clothes out the cleaner
said cool as a fan, but i walk with my heater (ba ba ba ba)
i measure my drank but i don’t got a beaker
3k for a feature, spent that on my sneakers (ha)
i’m doing my commas, but quin not a reader
i made me a ticket off music, it’s speakers
lil’ instagram model don’t like how i treat her
i beat up her back in the back, you can keep her
tron seems like a usher, but don’t know the preacher
the lines on my truck tryna say i’m a leader
this mac in my bag never came with velveeta (ba ba ba)
still big like p diddy, but don’t know kareesha
we still serving cuties to noobies, i feel like a cuban
for put my lil bros receiver
said she gon’ ride but the guys don’t believe her
if you see my b-tch outside, you can keep her
drac hot as a fever, this b-tch off the meter (grrow)
rockin’ my nina, wrap ’em for heater (bow bow bow bow)
i’m not really buggin’, no, we got it cheaper
my link really cuban, my hoe argentina
i’m in a four with a pole and some smoke
hand dough out with the cheese like he ordered a pizza (ha)
b-tch ass n-gga

(second verse)

i be really playing monopoly
i feel like i’m stanley, knock a n-gga off my property (get the f-ck out)
course i’m good at rappin’, but i’m better with p-rnography (f-ck me)
need a walkie talkie how i do it and they copy me (ha)
acting like it’s smoke but on the low these n-ggas dodging me (tryna die)
they know i’m the sickest, had a ticket out of poverty
leave em’ soft as cassarole and whack em by my broccoli
pistol whip a n-gga at the club with no apology (b-tch ass)
i been quick to getting b-tches since i was passing in the halls
now i’m getting some noggin in thousand dollar drawers (thousand dolla draws)
feel like doja when police walkin’ past us in the mall (i’m that n-gga)
built like a pitcher, she gon’ catch a n-gga ball (ha)
n-ggas started runnin’ inside the smoke, so now the fun up (fun up)
we was tryna cap outside his house until the sun up (bow bow bow bow)
shoot at me, she gon’ get the wood just like a nacha
grab a dirty ratchet, she gon’ tell me put my gun up
we don’t wear no yeezys but my partners selling 8
got some sh-t for all they smoke me, in my pockets plenty cake
course i’m known to get that paper, and it’s each and every day
pop a perc and hit a bougie b-tch in each and every way (d-mn)
i been hopin’ that pd don’t send the feds at me
i be really stayin’ inside some sh-t, feel like i’m creed daddy (creed daddy)
got it head up, headb-tt, she threw the head at it (head at it)
ride inside the uber with a cougar, i’m a step daddy (ha)
got a bouncer like a trampoline (trampoline)
got some baby missiles in this magazine (magazine)
they know we get sour like a tangerine (bow bow)
hop out, made it shake just like a tambourine (grrrr)
(bow bow bow)
(third verse)

b-tch
don’t pick and choose, that’s as cold as a man (cold as a man)
took a few losses but ain’t ever ran
i was just in the four tryna serve you a xan (serve you a xan)
used to stand down, now i’m tryna expand
clenching rugers, my shooters gon’ find where you land (ba ba ba)
they know it’s a wrap like saran
slide through the street, we gon’ flip it sedan (ha)
whack ’em
deep in the field, come and score you a tackle
flamin’ the chains, tryna break through the shackles (break through the shackles)
blew from the shoulders, don’t know how to wrestle
came out the mud, i ain’t ever had tassel
draw down and clap ’em, we made ’em skedaddle
n-ggas play lives in the field get straddled
he tried to slime one of mine, cut his rattle
sweeter than oj, she thick as an apple (thick as an apple)
speaking on wakes, need to go buy a candle
deep in that water but don’t got a paddle (don’t got a paddle)
lil quin fly, but he don’t like to travel (don’t like to travel)
pull up and shoot ’em, we don’t like to battle (ha)
on the off night, off-white on my flannel (off-white)
you gon’ get shot tryna reach in your satchel (b-tch)
deep in the four i was playing in the gravel (deep in the four)
nowadays you see the kid on your channels
(fourth verse)

b-tch ass n-gga
she made it clap and she wipe like a napkin (clap clap clap)
i’m in the jungle with lions like an african
they know we wanted to land like we alison
boy quit the cap, make ’em tap like we wrestlin’ (grroww)
go through the back, six pack, that’s an abdomen
i spot a square in yo’ garden, boy you madison
all the old sh-t i done did, i’m surpassing it
this really smoke, you can smell through the packages (packages)
i’m goin’ dumb with the numbers, i’m averagin’
i’m at the light all night with my savages
if i break a heart, i’ma pay for the damages
i’m writing checks for the bank, not no statuses
they know i’m sick like a virus, pathogens
she let me grip on the hip, you harassin’ it
young n-gga cute ’bout the murder, he passionate
b-tch ass n-gga

- quin nfn

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