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quinten qg golden - 3800 ways كلمات الأغنية

verse 1

outside on the steps of some vacants selling vols to some vagrants/or masked up like i’m vega taking chances like vegas/your name buzzing like cicadas, learn your pattern like a cadence/if we come for it don’t play us, gun powder leave a fragrance/use to be young black and dangerous, with a gun strapped and it stainless/dessert eagle with the illuminati face, wait let me explain it/triangle with the eye in middle, who wanna come die to get famous/you n-gg-s been faking i heard all that sh-t you been talk man i swear y’all the lamest/so, for n-gg- that boast, you claim you the goat, i’m a hungry jamaican/my squad is greatest like god is the greatest, been chasing that money my n-gg-s been caking/so, i feel like lebron, y’all speak on me wrong, sound like skip bayless/but that sh-t it don’t phase us, just make strong, so ball like the lakers/yeah, all for that paper, wasn’t no capping while we was on capers/nah, i turn you to casper that shoti a blast yah and turn you to vapors/but, i don’t pull no triggers i know me some k!llers, they owe me a favor/send you to h-ll, feed you a sh-ll, it ain’t taco flavor/

chorus

beehler world beehler world build the world around me and my n-gg-s (yeah)/3800 ways to get paid, 3800 ways to get paid/beehler world beehler world build the world around me and my n-gg-s (yeah)/3800 ways, 38, 38, 38, 38/×2

verse 2

money missions got me money mitching, paid in full like i’m a eric b/send cruddy b-tches on dummy missions, set you up to the third degree/if your pockets fat like hercules hercules hercules/money come in krumps, c-ke get cooked lumps dare a chump to come jump at me/preferably i prefer to be on chill mode but apparently/n-gg-s want war i’m all for slugs on floors mugs get torn/pistol paint a n-gg- burgundy immediately you gone need surgery/for currency, currently, i keep a clip full of kerosene/burn a n-gg- up shoti in the trunk, watch me just send him to jesus/sh-ll to the stomach spilling all his guts, knew he couldn’t keep no secrets/code of silence bout the coldest violence i then ever witnessed i mean never witnessed/leveled up by doing better business, making smart flips like a clever gymnast/get parkour at your front door by my young boy with his gun drawn/don’t give a f-ck about your living condition, my shooter a slum lord/never dreamed to be a drug lord just a millionaire like slumdog/q.g., baltimore, westside where i’m from dog/

chorus

- quinten qg golden

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