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letra de king of the crop - quin nfn

[intro]
yeah, i’m trowin’ out the bucket, know what i’m sayin’, today
pmp
ayy (phew), ayy (phew), hey (phew)

[chorus]
the one, not the little, the king of the crop (yeah, yeah)
like i’m luka the shooter, see me on the block (ugh)
b-tch, you f-ckin’ or what? is you leavin’ or not?
poured a piece of this drink, had a dream in the spot (dream in the spot)
she gon’ f-ck off the love, ain’t no way i’ma tip
on a flight for them ‘bows, only way she’ll trip
i can’t get me no rest, i got paper to flip
i can’t get me no rest, i got paper to flip (yeah)

[verse]
bust it down to the ground, so this sh-t addin’ up
glock got a red light like a car backin’ up (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
had to go back to zero, it’s time to re-up
drop a bag on his head, make his partner creep up (d-mn)
lowkey been on they ass, i ain’t tryna ease up
shoot this b-tch out in public, don’t gotta ski up (brrt, brrt)
lot of n-ggas turn ghosts when it’s time to meet up
tell ’em catch up like mustard, it’s time to meet up (meet up)
put your faith in a n-gga, they gon’ f-ck you over
i been crossin’ hills since i sat in a stroller
new bottle girl with me, built like coca-cola
i f-ck and i leave, i ain’t givin’ no closure
my b-tch playin’ games, i be tryna control her
i felt that ranger, still bought me a rover
no, he ain’t keepin’ it street, he a poser
perfectin’ my craft and that sh-t made me colder (colder)
lil’ bro think he irving, he clutch when he need it
they know it’s a wrap like we rollin’ fajitas
boss up at light, put a ho on a flight and we be next price, so this heart of the beatles
the summer get hot, i’ma walk with the heater
too far for friendly, i hardly agree (b-tch)
lil’ bro servin’ tan like tina
i’m tryna go up, sell out and go fill a arena (ayy, ayy, ayy, ha)
[chorus]
the one, not the little, the king of the crop (ayy, ayy)
like i’m luka the shooter, see me on the block (yeah)
b-tch, you f-ckin’ or what? is you leavin’ or not? (d-mn)
poured a piece of this drink, had a dream in the spot (i’m gone)
she gon’ f-ck off the love, ain’t no way i’ma tip
on a flight for them ‘bows, only way she’ll trip
i can’t get me no rest, i got paper to flip (yeah)
i can’t get me no rest, i got paper to flip (yeah)

[outro]
i can’t get me no rest, i got paper to move
young n-gga poppin’ my chain when i move
i’ll dance on the stage, so i hit me a groove
young n-gga chop and i chop and i move
watch him scam and make plays, so i shoot it and move
put a ‘bow on the scale, i ain’t eatin’ no ‘shrooms
i’ll, one shot and a n-gga better move

- quin nfn

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