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.qornertales. (feat. k/dahz) - bucqqi lyrics

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i, i, i, i, i, i, i
got on a greyhound to bmore

trappin out murland
shoutout bro noutxxhang he doin his thang
shoutout them n*ggas that rep silver spring
dc man jiqo he lettin ring
my cash in the street i don’t go to the bank
i hit the cornerstore holla at poppy
say yungin u been walkin round like u got it
remember when u ain’t had sh*t in yo pocket
everything moving u wanted to rob it
u getting money u better not stop
uh
i said poppy i know
n*ggas that try to impeade gotta go
and i need 5 bands for a muhf*ckin show
can’t f*ck with no opps they can’t get in the door
ya
living the fast life
moving real slow
my music making its way up the coast
my music making its way round the globe
don’t talk out ya neck cuz u k!lling my mojo
i got the power like austin
he do not want me to cross him
he thought he could stop me i moss him

i keep a mossberg that’s a 500 knock like a fed n i’m goin to dump it
run in my trap and i’m goin to dump it
sh*t made a mess you can’t get in my trunk b*tch
put a hole in his back body smell like a skunk b*tch
shoot n relax i come like malik monk b*tch
i’m in the dmv
where they say unc b*tch
i cannot lack and no i cannot lunch b*tch
i got my xd inside of the function
beat up the block if that n*gga on f*ck sh*t
beat up the pot moneymarr on that
uh sh*t
he wanna fight
he gon leave with concussion
bustin the drum i ain’t talkin percussion
wet up the scene we gon leave him disgusting

smokin gelato
sippin moscato run up the bag
get it back by tomorrow
eat up the d*ck ya she suck n she swallow
7.62s fill his head with some holos
run up the bag had to get to the check
ballin on n*ggas i feel like vet
diamonds they talk h*lla sh*t i don’t flex
n a n*gga gon jam w this chain on my neck
young n*gga coolin imma hop up out the wraith
russian cream wood imma fill it with a 8th
pockets suffocating lemme give the b*tch some sp*ce
sippin on tht dirty got a pint in some grape
walk up in the function and my n*ggas lookin paid
b*tch i’m vip give a young n*gga sp*ce
blockin out the haters n i’m shuttin out the fake and i trust almighty god he gon open up the gate
yea

- bucqqi lyrics

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