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everybody can’t go - don quez lyrics

[intro: don quez]
ay yeah, i can’t
aye, look

[verse 1: don quez]
you couldn’t see me on my worst day
b*tch slide then tryna blow me like a candle on my birthday
where*where i’m from, they drive*by when it’s beef like a skirt steak grilled in my palm like it’s earth day
i need a barrymore 50 first dates
do a b*tch wrong, she gon’ know it all, this is word play
i could never fail in the first place
everybody wanna hit a homer, i’m just tryna get on first base
rappers want beef, that’s gon’ make me turn ill and keep me right up out that pearl gate
p*ssy lips, baby tell me how that pearl tastes
i ain’t f*cking if it makes me make the furl face (euh)
they don’t love me like they say they do
this ain’t an overnight success, b*tch i pay my dues
i stay low underground while i plant my roots
and all that “who is don?” sh*t bouta shake this room
it’s like

[chorus: don quez]
don’t be f*cking up my high, b*tch i’m too in my zone
’cause where i’m from and where i’m going, everybody can’t go
that’s who already know
don’t be f*cking up my high, b*tch i’m too in my zone
[verse 2: mbnel]
had this pistol dropping n*ggas like what left*rights do
i’m a crip like [?], b*tch the left side rule
sleepwalking n*ggas, they don’t want the tech nine drool
and stop calling, phone’s tapped but my facetime’s cool
and i just copped a new whip, no django
this a trackhawk n*gga this is not durango
four inside a faygo, make a n*gga lay low
i just make a call and get you rekt ’cause i got say so
my youngins painting sh*t, ain’t no rose art
aye, i ain’t [?] with me and i hide ’em like i’m hogarth
if you chase money like them b*tches, you will go far
break clocks for deposits, man we’re breaking hoes with crowbars
and i ain’t never looking back, yes i’m taking pics with vlone
had to cut some homies off ’cause they weren’t following the g code
couple thousand on me everytime i throw this piece on
i don’t like ’em big circles so i keep it like a peephole, aye

[verse 3: j. sirus]
i shine like a diamond, no [?]
you ain’t no main, b*tch you baggage
off on el camino with like fifty in the package
make fifty in the streets, f*ck rapping lil homie, uh
poke your chest, see they testing you (woo)
took over and they weren’t even expecting you
all that good girl acting’s excessive
she rode d*ck with no hands, she a tesla
weirdo rappers, i’m ahead b*tch, i’m light*years
homie move to f*ck on you, can’t catch no vibe here
west side of the map, i spent my life here
did my dirt, did my work, i’mma die here
i’m [?] brodie out the pinta
gone for eight months and they still couldn’t keep up
now we f*cking on your queen, no latifah
leaving in the morning for the re*up
calling up the chief i need ten like i’m cheetah
ten like i’m cheetah
ten like tyrese, spin you out your adidas
p*ssy water, this some fiji water, uh
she sticking to me, i’m no peter parker (b*tch i’m a freak, uh)

- don quez lyrics

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