quail glock w.a.b.n. (feat. louie laflare) şarkı sözleri

Word on the beat, word on the beat Ace gon' make it a hit I ain't never need a bitch I'm really what a bitch need I heard you really bout it, bag I collect, trap and then I bleed Slap a thirty on a stick tryna release all my demons Working on a freak bitch, I had her swallow all my semens I ain't never need a bitch I'm really what bitches need I heard you really bout it, bag I collect, trap and then I bleed Slap a thirty on a stick tryna release all my demons Working on a freak bitch, I had her swallow all my semens Coke zips in the trunk, n***a come and get a tester Pull off, drop top, beam, turn eight back Now I'm flexing monkey nets on the strap Do the drills in a mess, it's fucking on a bad bitch In my V-Lone sweater, Louis, none to break a bitch Designer kicks, you know it's reggae Not no killer, but don't push me, only aiming for the header Blowing big bag woods and it's filled with lemon cherry Quell, quell, keep them glocks moving like the military I don't like to play with stocks, yeah, I need a stick like Harry Have this bitch pay me palms, itch in front, I'm high on diamonds Tell my cousin Paco, bring out like a hundred rounds Bitch, don't suck dick, I get bored, I'm heading out I love to chase money and these n****s love to chase clout I keep a gutter, bitch, a solid chick who holds shit down I'll never tell on my n****s, have to sit that shit down Down on the exotic, Ali got me smoking off the pound I ain't never need a bitch I'm really what a bitch needs I heard you really bout it, bag I collect, trap and then I bleed Slap a thirty on a stick tryna release all my demons Working on a freak bitch, I had her swallow all my semens I ain't never need a bitch I'm really what a bitch needs I heard you really bout it, bag I collect, trap and then I bleed Slap a thirty on a stick tryna release all my demons Working on a freak bitch, I had her swallow all my semen Bitch, bitch, I'm turnt, n***a, flagging in these streets to get you burnt, n***a And fiends touching, n***a, ask the city, I done burnt, n***a Count the cash, flip it, stack it, triple every digits Rollie on me, ain't no ticking, rubies on me, bitch, it's heat N***a, reach for my chain, you gon' die for these stones Killers itching in the trenches, giving n****s headstones Drop a bag on your gang while I'm chilling at home While I'm chilling at home Young Prince, whole gang rocking diamonds and pearls I feel like Pac and I-6, thugs religion, f*ck the world Spin your block, n***a, ain't no missing, bitch, we spin again Ain't no playing dead, bitch, we bounce out and bust a game I ain't never need a bitch I'm really what a bitch needs I heard you really bout it, bag I collect, trap and then I bleed Slap a thirty on a stick tryna release all my demons Working on a freak bitch, I had her swallow all my semen I ain't never need a bitch I'm really what a bitch needs I heard you really bout it, bag I collect, trap and then I bleed Slap a thirty on a stick tryna release all my demons Working on a freak bitch, I had her swallow all my semen
Sanatçı: Quail Glock
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
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Şarkı Süresi: 2:49
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