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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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-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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, 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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rock. That yay yay. That yay yay I'm a drug dealin' nigga, cause them grades ain't get me paid. My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid. See my daughter need some shoes and my mom work
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rock. That yay yay. That yay yay I'm a drug dealin' nigga, cause them grades ain't get me paid. My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid. See my daughter need some shoes and my mom work
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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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object. Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings. Lovely, pinky how not I remember fiending,. Gimme, gimme, gimme some. Freak the freckles off your face. Frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue. Click my link
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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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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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?) 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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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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hit that, crack rock, I sold that. Oxy, I hid that, right by my nutsack. * pigs, I bust back, learned that from Deuce rap. Peanut and B-loon, had gats before racks. Way 'fore I found rap, bitch I
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Bài hát Work Remix - A$AP Ferg, A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James, Schoolboy Q. I gotta close the window before I record. Cause New York don't know how to be quiet. Stand up! Ferg. AR~! AR
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Bài hát Work Remix - A$AP Ferg, A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James, Schoolboy Q. A$AP Ferg. I gotta close the window before I record. Cause New York don't know how to be quiet. Stand up! Ferg
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Bài hát Work Remix - A$AP Ferg, A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James, Schoolboy Q. A$AP Ferg. I gotta close the window before I record. Cause New York don't know how to be quiet. Stand up! Ferg
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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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streets, then we break the code? No Way. Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No Way. . Verse 3 Jay Rock. Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets. Santa Claus don't miss
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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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Bài hát King'S Dead - Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, Future. Chorus Kendrick Lamar. Miss me with that bull*** (Bull***). You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist). I be blackin' out with the purist
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That's the way it is Huh, huh Jam, Master Jay. J-j-jam, jam, jam. Jam-Master Jay. J-j-jam, jam, jam Kick off the shoes. K-k-kick. Kick off the shoes. K-k-kick. Kick off the shoes 84, 84,84
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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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Prescription drugs, show me love. Percocets, Adderall. Xanny bars, get codeine involved. Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off. I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought. What's wrong with me
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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
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