| Yo, the money is clean, the car is washed
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| Now the hood respect me, the broads is stopping
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| But I ain’t into make friends but the next chick
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| I’m trying to put a quarter mil of gems in my necklace
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| I’m getting cocky but Papi not pussy
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| Loose strength, block up the cookie then you chop it and push it
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| Uh, like Chemistry better yet a game show
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| All it take is one good spin then your name blows
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| But the jealousy gon' come like puberty
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| For instance who is he? |
| Then their looks be scrutiny
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| Some cats can take it, I love it, I want more of it
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| But once it stop, you flock, we betta quick
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| Car seas touring feeling like my life changed
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| Slight strange, getting head up in the White Range
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| These snake Labels really bugging fo’real
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| Pardon self, fake niggas really bugging for deals
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| These niggas acting like it can’t happen
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| I blast rapping, I pass rapping
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| Demand action, last dragon, the last laughing
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| Demand ransom; |
| find dirt to get my hands in
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| OuterSpace, Q-Dominion, we back at it again
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| Right hand so hot it can splatter the pen
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| Your team use to be the shit, what happened to them?
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| And paying top dollaz to capture these gems
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| Converted Christians waiting for this Rapture to end
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| Each flow is Maserati not raggedy Benz
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| Will we eva sell out? |
| Now that’ll depend
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| I got a daughter to feed, a baby boy to raise
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| Expensive penny have it, they need toys to play
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| What’s the difference between me and you meng?
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| You get pushed around, get ridiculed and.
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| I’mma fucking giant, you miniscule men
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| Y’all niggas hate y’all odds, you’re pitiful, damn!
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| It’s obvious that you ain’t heard about me
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| If you did you wouldn’t be using them words around me
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| So before we move on, I’ll introduce myself
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| My name is Lawrence but you can call me Mr. Arnell
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| The sickest rapper since aluminum foil
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| I don’t play games but I got toys for you
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| The SRT the Blue Dodge Ram
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| Can I burn gas money? |
| Yes ya can!
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| Shit the stages ain’t safe once I get on the mic
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| And your face just ain’t safe; |
| you don’t say what I like
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| If you need me come see me, I’m neon dream
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| You can’t miss me, red dots and laser beams
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| I played for the team that’s playing for the ring
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| OuterSpace Q-D, we running the scene
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| Got my head in the game and y’all bout to see
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| Cuz King Kong ain’t got shit on me, ya heard!
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| No match for the jeweler to now
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| I break necks and take checks from whoeva’s around
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| I take calls if there’s money involved
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| But no doe mean no show, dawg I can’t evolve
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| I think you niggas got a problem to solve
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| If not, save up chips and stop playing wit dolls
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| This is grown man rap in my zone Nasdaq
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| No clones, more homes, I control that stack
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| Q-D got a point to prove
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| In the lab wit sixteen’s do a joint then move
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| Believe or not my team too hot
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| I’mma giant, I step up on your team and rot
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| Nigga, I don’t like no cause on my mic
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| So let me introduce my Liquid Swords to your life
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| And my wife only Built 4 Cubans
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| This is Verbal Intercourse and you can’t stop the movement |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quick Draw , by - Outerspace. Song from the album God's Fury, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп