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quan'ta - no joke (beat the box) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: trippie redd]
ayy, big pole
bad b_tch, good throat (big 14 know the f_ck going on)
good neck, good talk
yeah, beat the box
yeah, beat the box
beat the box, beat the sauce of that b_tch, yeah beat the box (wlvs, looking for strippers in here)

[verse 1: trippie redd]
all i need is some lean in my double cup
lightskin trynna f_ck with a big bubble b_tt
uh, this life i’m living is not fun
k!llin sh_t without a gun, one verse and you’re done
never really had a dad, i was just momma and son
and they said “trippie you got racks!” i said “b_tch i got a tuck!”
i know this is my carrer but this is getting to fun
i sit back, just chill, lil n_gga hit the blunt
fell in love with a b_tch, but that b_tch be steady trippin’
she just cut a n_gga off, but sh_t, i ain’t trippin’
i got thirty three hoes so you can say i ball like pimpin’
i am gifted and reminisced by all of these b_tches like d_mn
textin’ uncle sam, pull up in that r_rah_rah
rari or that lamb
yeah, pull up in [?], shootin out the windows
slice his ass like kimbo
no ball but i ball hard like i’m jinjo
[chorus: trippie redd]
life no joke, p_ssy boy you get poked
ayy, get poked
bad b_tch, good throat
good neck, good talk
yeah, beat the box
yeah, beat the box
beat the box, beat the sauce of a b_tch, yeah beat the box
life no joke, p_ssy boy you get poked
bad b_tch, good throat
and some good neck, good talk
yeah, beat the box
yeah, beat the box
beat the box, beat the sauce of a b_tch, yeah beat the box

[verse 2: quan’ta]
okay, that pack comin’ in
so baby start that trippin’
you ain’t bad enough to stress
i swear lil mamma average
but she all on my phone, and she lookin’ for the dope
i want that throat, after that, i gotta go
so much money on the table
lately i’ve been round some bosses
these n_ggas [?] gazing, all these fake diamonds they flossy
these n_ggas be p_ssy, they ain’t really from the trenches
these n_ggas be flexin’, they ain’t really out here trappin’
i got them pounds comin’ in, aye
448 ’em, 448 ’em
boy i swear, i 448 ’em
them pounds comin’ in, play with trippie i 448 you
play with my money (448 you, look)
jodye in the cut, that boy shootin’ like a movie
think we playin’, ain’t joke, and you want smoke
we givin’ to ’em (and we cutthroat)
(came up from [?])
(and in the bed, bad b_tches, she on d tho)
(unload, better duck low, dont show no face tho)
(not no case closed)
[chorus: trippie redd]
life no joke, p_ssy boy you get poked
ayy, get poked
bad b_tch, good throat
good neck, good talk
yeah, beat the box
yeah, beat the box
beat the box, beat the sauce of a b_tch, yeah beat the box
life no joke, p_ssy boy you get poked
bad b_tch, good throat
and some good neck, good talk
yeah, beat the box
yeah, beat the box
beat the box, beat the sauce of a b_tch, yeah beat the box

[outro]
no joke, p_ssy boy you get poked
bad b_tch, good throat
and some good neck, good talk
no joke

- quanta

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