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don q - head tap كلمات الأغنية

[intro: don q]
yeah, yeah
n-gga dead that
yeah, yeah, yeah
n-gga dead that
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
b-tch, get your head tapped
n-gga
gang
yeah, yeah

[chorus: don q]
heard ’em say them n-ggas comin’ for me
got nothin’ on me, n-gga, dead that
heard he said he gon’ get me hit, i was wit’ his b-tch when he said that
you the n-gga that was givin’ clues, got my lil’ homies in the fed sn-tched
p-ssy you deserve a head tap
head tap, n-gga, head tap

[verse 1: don q]
i see the statement, n-gga, cut the pretending
i’m not the-i’m not the one for opinions
i come in the buildin’, i’m tryna be low, though
i’m duckin’ photos gettin’ rushed by civilians
tell your friend we havin’ group s-x, you better ask them hoes what i do best
i’m already icy, the summer is comin’, i might have to cop me a new set
make sure the face is flooded
yeah, these n-ggas they hate to love it
if you tryna book me i might break your budget
drippin’ water tryna stay above it
rob who? you better change the subject
yeah, and i’m darin’ a hater touch it
50 thousand worth of jewels, what i got to prove? and i waved it in public
yeah, all of these pieces are custom made
i do not sleep, i’ve been up for days
i been workin’ like a n-gga want a raise
now i’m the king that the hustlers praise
no more winters and why i’m probably gettin’ high on the beach sittin’ under shade
i met a plug out in cali, he told me he’ll pull up on me with truck of haze
the last scene i was last seen in the maserati that was matte green with the flat screens
and i zoom by off two lines and a half beam
amiri denims and my raps clean
follow, i left you a trail of sauce
they copy whatever we wear in sport
you see the ice through the tint when i steer the porsche
gang

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
from the east coast to the midwest
joy road to dexter and waverly
i got some k!llers that play for keeps
n-gga don’t play wit’ me, they will go cray for me
yo’ b-tch wanna spend every day with me
i cannot babysit, get her away from me
i got that pipe at the show wit’ me, i got a loaf on me, these people payin’ me
shoutout to the people that pray for me
every day jesus was savin’ me
booka was sendin’ them head taps
if they play wit’ you, bruh, i’m erasin’ you
fame and all, deal and all, i be still in the field like slavery
hundred chains like slavery
in the skyloft weighing keys, like, “n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ me”
you had to pay her, i f-cked her for free
that white boy got mad and turned to the hulk
the kids in my hood want into me
do 201, look at my piece
jeweler take giphys, we get it for free
them n-gga’s swag, they get it from me
don q famous, he still in the streets, b-tch
let me clear the air
n-ggas don’t compare
all my b-tches gettin’ money, got boutiques and sell hair
(jaz, keisha)
rolly pr-ng set, whole neck wet
real n-gga wit’ a check, n-ggas ain’t a threat
what you hear?

- don q

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