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quandogg - real talk كلمات الأغنية

(intro)

yeah, you know what the f_ck goin’ on, ayy

(quandogg) verse#1

ayy, big bands entertainment, that’s a label we don’t sign with rats
i see a lot of haters want me dead because i got the strap
if you want me on your song, you gotta pay me fast
heard you got b_tched back at high school, man, we don’t f_ck with that
middle fingers to that boy l_, man, he’s a famous rap
i’m from the south with n_ggas, got ars with clips and mags
4_5 to your dome, ah man, now his brain splattered
chopper with a scope, finna to pop you like a tic_tac
free my cousin willie in that jam, i want my n_gga back
they tryna take my style, you know i gotta break it back
that pillow talkin’ to the hoes like some rats
if you talkin’ all that smack, glock 40 to your back
they don’t call me lil jon, i will make this pistol snap
all this money on my head, man, y’all better get that
f_ck a chit_chat, all you heard is cl!ck_clack
heard it on my last song, i customized a sigmag
i done took so many hoes, you can’t get your b_tch back
heard you tryna k!ll yourself, cause you can’t get your bl!ck back
stop that cryin’ on that live, talk about you spinnin’ back
you don’t aim for the chest, this choppa hit yo fitted cap
yeah, my first time rappin’, i was six, i knew i was the best
heard you workin’ with the cops, man, i knew you was a rat
had to switch this flow up because y’all knew that i ain’t gon’ snap
i was down on my knuckles, i had to take away the past
like i said, ain’t n0body f_ckin’ with me, that’s the fact
i can’t trust n0body, the reason why i got the strap
i’m a southside baby, y’all gotta show me some respect
silverstone with the tecs, smokin’ crud, i can’t pass
folks say he wanna pack, you know i had a tax his ass
and still, free my baby will, motherf_cker feds
freestyle on the dome, i don’t even need a pad
beat your ass up with these hands, i don’t even need a mac
five shots to his back, now he is a godd_mn past
like i’m gucci in 06, you can’t come to the trap
like, for real, n_gga, you can’t come to the trap, n_gga
if you speakin’ on the dead, we gon’ smoke you like a pack
got a freaky little b_tch, and you know she make a clap
hit her once, she gon’ wake back up, countin’ his cash
like tupac, we hit him up, no mj, we do you bad
just got a glock .23, just shot a whole 30, d_mn
my first time doin’ the fraud, the feds was on my ass
don’t look at me, look at yourself, p_ssy boy, get you a bag
i’ll hit your ass with the switch just like your motherf_ckin’ dad
we put a hole in his body, now he in the godd_mn casket
i’m still that 517 n_gga, still ridin’ around with the ratchet
and i got this mac, make you disappear like some magic
heard he got shot six times, p_ssy boy, you ain’t no savage
where i’m from, they gon’ catch you slippin’ in that traffic
and you don’t wanna beef with the quan, get you some cabbage
shot him down, stars up in his head, now he patrick, n_gga
p_ssy
(bridge)

yeah, big lay on this b_tch, not the little one
y’all, you already know what the f_ck goin’ on

(ladybug) verse#2

they wanna see me, i be talkin’ on the beat but they ain’t hear me
tryna use me for the clout now i’ma make a n_gga feel me
big lay, too fine, make a n_gga wanna eat me
met a n_gga who be punchin’, told that n_gga come and teach me
can’t let any n_gga f_ck, but he can tease me
can’t let a light_skinned n_gga f_ck, they too easy
big lay, make a n_gga mama wanna meet me
b_tch, we gon’ stomp, not step hoes goofy
thinkin’ i’ma f_ck for some money, made him lose me
body too slim, that’s what made your n_gga choose me
been ridin’ with the same b_tches, not a groupie
b_tches ran through, all these b_tches lookin’ stupid
big head hoes got a brain, better use it
b_tch got some legs on her body, make her use them

(quandogg) verse#3

like a little kid, we run off with your scooter
i’m a real boy, i don’t entertain these goofies
gotta 100 clips, 100 scenes, let’s make a movie
got your thot all up on my phone, she wanna do me
countin’ green like i’m sh_ggy, but this ain’t no scooby
3.5 in the wood, got me actin’ woozy
i’m a real n_gga for life, i don’t even got a cap
30 shots to his back, now he lookin’ like a rat
i got 32’s in this glock but i ain’t talkin’ shaq
i’m from the south side, where them n_ggas got them straps
they want that old quan back, but they ain’t gettin’ that
this how long i been rappin’, finna make me lose my breath
now you dead up on the road, postin bl!cks up on your snap
i’m still quan & ruthless, n_gga, ain’t no cap on that

- quandogg

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