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-gangsta, I'm gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q. Figg Side! They want that gangsta *. Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uh (Gangsta *, gangsta *). Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, yak (Gangsta *
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probably be in the bushes. This is the reasons why I won't be * with pussies like you. Me, Tyler and Schoolboy Q, we tote 'em (Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours. Niggas got them choppers and they
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, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips. 50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades. Renegade, * what rappers say, bitch, I am LA Groovy Q, murk the judges crew, * the jury
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dogs see your kitty. Just stopped selling crack today. When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J. I prescribe you I'm your doctor, kay?. You can crush this *, you can sniff this
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Bài hát Bitches N Marijuana - Chris Brown, Tyga, Schoolboy Q. Hook Chris Brown. You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em. Bail any girl that I wanna. Got bitches n marijuana. I can tell by the
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*. King *, smoke this, get down with the *, aye. Oh (oh) down with the *. This, that, pop this down with the * Smoke this, drink this. Straight to my liver. Watch this, no tick. Yeah
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, we go in, smoke the L's. She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed. All them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the loot. Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks
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Ain't no worries, darling. Cause we're going to Spain, catch a plane to Tibet, darling. Can I show you this world, baby?. Ain't no rules to this life, darling You know Q gon' drop that funky *
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, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp. So much work he'll smoke up the Earth - Polo Ground, A$AP World. French Montana. (HAAAAH~!) That ain't Kanye. That's Montana - loose cannon. He shot me
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, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp. So much work he'll smoke up the Earth - Polo Ground, A$AP World. French Montana. (HAAAAH~!) That ain't Kanye. That's Montana - loose cannon. He shot me
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, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp. So much work he'll smoke up the Earth - Polo Ground, A$AP World. French Montana. (HAAAAH~!) That ain't Kanye. That's Montana - loose cannon. He shot me
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?) Check the forecast, it's Wavy Q, I should make the news. My fortune said that I'll be pimping you and your pussy juice. Super sweet, sell a trick a treat, hope your lips in shape. Cause you worked your
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ones they missin. No book, boy we handle bitches. Nigga I rap clothes off yo women. Clothes I smoke, we’re all in one city. Gold and chrome, 13 inches. Bikes on the dashboard, 16 switches. Car full
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your feet, you can be my freak, let me see you jam. When the sun falls,. Then the moon lights,. Might be a hell of a night go Uh, got the whole world tryna figure out Q. You can never find a nigga do
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for the way these beezies love how I bang. And "double L" is for the way I blow that smoke in ya face. We roll on "E's" and we be easy rollin that bank. And "ST" is for the Illest *** we rep every day
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park, where the baseheads slide. After dark, where the bangers get caught. Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court. I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real. Good weed, I
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I'm just sitting in the studio just trying to get to you baby. But this song so * dope, girl it's hard for me not to play it. To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'. So
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. Heart stopper, need a chart topper. Groovy Q meets Big Pimpin'. St. Laurent for your Spring clothes. Red bottoms, you need those. All the things I do for you, oh. Got a private jet for two, oh
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Song Without You - Trademark. Lately I've been thinking. About time and how the days went slipping by. How I was always dreaming. Of all the places I would see and go in my life. So many things I
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Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you. Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you. Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you. Hot degrees anti-freez
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Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
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Right, uh, uh same * every day, homie. Lord please forgive me for all my sins. Yeah, nigga wake up to the same * everyday, homie. Walk through the valley of the shadow of death. No rules, right Wa
