| Holla
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| Gang (pow, pow, pow, pow)
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| Pow, yo
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| Ay, ay, we gon' lay 'em down (fa, fa, fa)
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| Down with this bitch
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| Uh, gang
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| I just want some now, want some face, I want some static
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| I’m in the hood with the Glock on me
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| 'Cause I got a whole lot of knots on me
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| Shout like a copper, we not police
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| If you play make 'em dip like nacho cheese
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| Why’d you cut, you not gon' squeeze that tub
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| It get hit with this macho bean
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| I’ll throw him no in, it is not your team
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| Even we got more shares than a taco scheme
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| I put a stick and a glizzy on me
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| I’m walkin' 'round with a barrell
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| Ay, I blew like twenty of your sacks niggas
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| Got a bag with them packs off (I was trippin')
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| We know that nigga ain’t know that shit
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| But he be rappin' his ass off
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| Takin' it for a song, bag talk
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| Rockets all in my home, blast off
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| Got a whole lot of shit to complain about
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| But still niggas get through the situation
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| You better ask what we do to niggas
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| Have a nigga hold street, an investigation
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| You know I ain’t Wayne and I’m from the slum
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| But I got a whole lot of dedication
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| Nigga play with that gang, get hit with this gun
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| We pop this bitch, get us some medication
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| Only my momma a gangster, nigga
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| I went and bought her a G-Wagon
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| I’m walkin' around with like thirty bands
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| And all twenties that’s what got my jeans saggin'
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| Run around town, while I got my partner’s clutch
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| 'Cause the choppers you playin' with bring steady
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| I’m sippin' drank, doesn’t mean Henney
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| Slide done hit me, his nigga, his team vanish
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| If he from the slide then I’m from the slide
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| 'Cause I’m tryna ride that’s just how I be
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| Our best niggas die 'cause bro got their fire
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| Pull over the line and give 'em a crease
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| He tryna advise but we got them Glocks
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| Pull up and just fight now, he’s tryna leave
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| I came out the mud now I’m on the plane
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| Flyin' out bitches and flyin' out P’s
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| I’m in the hood with the Glock on me
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| 'Cause I got a whole lot of knots on me
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| Shout like a copper, we not police
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| If you play make 'em dip like nacho cheese
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| Why’d you cut, you not gon' squeeze that tub
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| It get hit with this macho bean
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| I’ll throw him no in, it is not your team
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| Even we got more shares than a taco scheme
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| I put a stick and a glizzy on me
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| I’m walkin' 'round with a barrell
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| Ay, I blew like twenty of your sacks niggas
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| Got a bag with them packs off (I was trippin')
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| We know that nigga ain’t know that shit
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| But he be rappin' his ass off
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| Takin' it for a song, bag talk
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| Rockets all in my home, blast off
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| Hold on (gang) hold on, ay ay
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| I’m walkin' around, we just static, uh
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| Play 'round with us, I feel like bein' a double
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| 'Cause we tryna play some, uh
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| Ay, ay pull up a crackin' bitch nigga, feels like Reese
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| Uh, run 'round now, I’ma hit
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| Throwin' a stove and he ain’t whippin' grease
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| Run 'round town with a part of the van
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| Uh, ignoring the G, uh play 'round with us
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| Uh, run 'round town we static, uh okay, uh
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| Uh, uh, what you tryna get on him, hey
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| Uh, play 'round with us and we hit
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| Uh, run around town, we static, uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Static , by - Quin Nfn. Song from the album QUINCHO, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп