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quincelu - background check part 2 (im rolling freestyle) كلمات الأغنية

[quince]

i was 15 with no id
eyes keen driving calmly
come by me, and i’d probably
just be low key, looking high see
ain’t smoke trees, but i smoked kids
when my feet went and that gun shot
i was outchea like a lick peal
envision me, like my fellow kin
running 4.3, from the police
i was hungry, i was only
just a spic kid, with my homies
thinking hopefully, i get recognized
or get televised for that full ride, university
it’s my only chance for that degree
but with no green, moma told me
you gon have to drive cause i can’t luis

help please
hell seeps
no sleep
no peace
and i know pleads
ain’t gon help me
if we gotta leave
they don’t show grief
and it’s life see, everyday be
game of hide and seek
kept my friends real
kept my eyes peeled
i was unseen by i.c.e

dawg, we running, we running x2
we gunning, for hunnits, if niggas say something
then they can’t be trusted
migo just steady just working them legs
horse in the bed
stayed for the head
busted i fled
back to this stunting, no birds that i sell
ain’t no birdman, but i don’t fuck with feds
ooo, nah
they don’t need a reason, just shoot and you dead
you get to bleeding, then pray for no mess
they coming squaded up like gangs in the red
no crips but they blue blue
ask what it do, do
you, know what we do
if only he knew
now he went missing, he nothing but blues clues
dream is to have all my niggas in new coups, cause
back then i was whipping that 4runner
nothing but 4 runners
running that 4 hunnit
4 nothing’s
now we be looking like 4 gunners
puffing that puffy
we biggie these small dutches
drink 32’s by the 2’s, 40’s not fronted
raised by the south, i salute till my day coming
ain’t from the hood but the hood love me, always been me they just taught me to be something
now these b-tches love me, word to lil herb
and my swagger be dripping like sizzirp
have these hoes leaning on me, they dudes hurt
cause she all on my d-ck, i’m not disturbed
and i’m flicking the wrist, while i look at the wrist, just to check if the time on my wrist work
papo, don’t show the fear or ya get murked
so i never been shook like an ice berg

talking titanic, but yall never planned it, i’m sinking you dead, battleship i’m the cannon
busting busters like i busted some buses
don’t fuck with these xanies, my conscious i covet
can’t lose my clutches, my family my cousins, my days ones my muscles, my mouth can’t be mussled, i’m barking i’m bucking, somebody p-ss me a water or something…

mouth hella dry
no thirst in my eyes
yea i be craving the shit in her thighs
give her the look, and she pull me aside
you down to roll, i say hell yea lets ride
off in the beamer, she rolling the reefer
the good me gon have to be silent tonight
thug in my heart but a prince in disguise
c-mming, she c-mming, she yelling 1-5

god, i want it, i want it, i want it, i flaunt it
blue hunnits, on hunnits, a hunnit deposits
racking it up call it clothes in the closet
strictly designer, my loafers exotic
i’m loading it fast got it spinning like sonic
gotta get on it, gotta get going
gotta get rolling, no rolls on the stomach
six pack, of the abs, dats
built of the abstract
lift the team like a backpack
spit automatic brrrrat dat
to the point, i’m the matt black
is you mad at
the fact, that came back
and i can back, every fact that sprayed, yea
quit the cheifing and p-ss, hash
‘fore you p-ss me the gas, masked
like i’m bouta finness all the racks racks

que me diga, que no tenga ira
mira pues querida, que mis vulgerias
son solo mi vida, mi vida, no mames
estas aburrida, no dañes mi dia
soy un rapero, no soy baby sitta
taking no shit, i’m the clip and the hitta
fuck yea i’m turnt, cause i’m gone off the liquor
live in dis b-tch, turning up like “arriva”!

thought i was finished but i’m on the move
alakazam bada-been-bada-boom
back to this hustle
flex of the muscles
cooking it up, collard greens and the gumbo
rumble, i never tumble
humble, wavy like mumbo
that’s number five
but that ain’t me put the one on the side
jiggy like rocky, pastrami, edamame
da mami’s, all on me
i be the papi, so spicy, wasabi
teach her karate, she luh to kick it with mr.miagi
calling me jackie
b-tch, i told you that ain’t me
she said nah, i said ahhiiii!
probably right cause my hearing so jacked, be, in a room full of whispers, i can’t keep
concentration, i can’t hear a d-mn peep

and yall know what it is
this for dem fuck boys doubted it
they thought lu was clueless
stupid and foolish, but now that i do this
i rub it in
so don’t get twisted, day ones still with me, yea i be busy, but they don’t be tripping, cause they know that quince be making the difference
don’t want fifty/fifty’s, want all the riches!

- quincelu

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