| We tryna get this shit right now
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| We tryna get this shit right now
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| Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)
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| Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap (Ayy)
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| I put my team on the map (Ayy)
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| She wanna fuck 'cause I rap (Ayy)
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| Goyard, I’ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered
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| Niggas hate but know I brought a TEC
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| And he play with that gang and get put in the blender
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| These niggas don’t know how I’m feelin' (Ayy)
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| Thank God every day that I’m livin'
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| We hit him up if he chirpin'
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| Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)
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| Lotta racks, I ain’t focused on bitches (Ayy)
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| Tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)
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| Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken
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| And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-
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| We tryna get this shit right now, ooh-oh
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| He play with us, we lay 'em down, ooh-oh
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| One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh
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| Deep in that water, I’m gon' drown, don’t play around, ooh-oh
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| I just gon' drop 'em with my young nigga, slaughter
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| I get 'em zipped up for some Dodie, ayy
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| I’m at the Forum, we ball like the Lakers
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| So these niggas callin' me Kobe, ayy
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| Got lotta green like I’m Yoshi, ayy
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| Can’t talk 'cause you niggas the police, ayy
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| Team are gon' slide for a Rollie, ayy
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| In this corner, shoot shots like Ginobli, ayy
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| Freshest nigga livin', bitch, I’m flyin'
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| I gotta crime, murder the cat, it should be a crime
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| These niggas dyin' for speakin' on niggas where I reside
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| We gon' pull up with that fire
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| Better duck when them bullets start flyin'
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| Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)
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| Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap (Ayy)
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| I put my team on the map (Ayy)
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| She wanna fuck 'cause I rap (Ayy)
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| Goyard, I’ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered
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| Niggas hate but know I brought a TEC
|
| And he play with that gang and get put in the blender
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| These niggas don’t know how I’m feelin' (Ayy)
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| Thank God every day that I’m livin'
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| We hit him up if he chirpin'
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| Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)
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| Lotta racks, I ain’t focused on bitches (Ayy)
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| Tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)
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| Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken
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| And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-
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| I been runnin' up money, a whole lotta diamonds on me
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| I been gettin' a bag
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| I just got the foreign, I let my lil partna drive it
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| Man, I hope he don’t crash
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| Really been on my grind, now it’s my time
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| I’m finna tee up on they ass
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| If we see 'em, we smash
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| Louis bag on my side, I’m securin' the cash
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| Bitch, I’m pressin' the gas
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| I know nigga fuck out in bin, bro
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| Lotta hoes wanna fuck 'cause I’m Quincho
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| I’ma beat up the pussy like Kimbo
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| Backseat sippin' juice in the Benzo
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| Tryna gamble his life with a sinful
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| I’ma go get some money, then get mo
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| Bussin' down a whole hunnid with kin folks
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| Hit his string with some lead in my pencil
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| We tryna get this shit right now, ooh-oh
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| He play with us, we lay 'em down, ooh-oh
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| One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh
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| Deep in that water, I’m gon' drown, don’t play around, ooh-oh
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| Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)
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| Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap (Ayy)
|
| I put my team on the map (Ayy)
|
| She wanna fuck 'cause I rap (Ayy)
|
| Goyard, I’ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered
|
| Niggas hate but know I brought a TEC
|
| And he play with that gang and get put in the blender
|
| These niggas don’t know how I’m feelin' (Ayy)
|
| Thank God every day that I’m livin'
|
| We hit him up if he chirpin'
|
| Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)
|
| Lotta racks, I ain’t focused on bitches (Ayy)
|
| Tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)
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| Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken
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| And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and- |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Blues, artist - Quin Nfn. Album song QUINCHO, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп