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gq - q da fool lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah (bluffin’ ass n*gga, man), aight
aight, uh

[verse]
i’m fly as f*ck like i’m dressin’ in gq
f*ck n*ggas hatin’ ’cause they wanna be q
i’m lookin’ too sweet, they need to put me in gq
a hundred bands, that lil’ boy never could get to
you bought fake chains, you bluffin’
your big brother hot as a oven
give a f*ck if that n*gga a stepper (give a f*ck)
he got caught and start tellin’ on somethin’ (that n*gga a snitch)
you really promoting a rat?
you done told on yourself, so you really a rat
f*ck a og, i stayed down and did it myself
man, this internet n*gga might really be twelve
you never broke down a bale
you never had to sleep in a cell
how you let barbara sleep in the street?
n*ggas broke and i can really tell
you keep on screamin’, “gq”
they got to hittin’ through them gates
that boy done ran on gq
then he tried get on ig and play it cool
he caught aids and start hatin’ on q da fool
yeah, i rap but i play in the kitchen too
never be worried ’bout a f*ck n*gga
he online so i know that he ain’t really ’bout the tool
these b*tch ass n*ggas playin’ rat games
one shot to the head, i play splat games
you really a b*tch, you need go get your s*x changed
still geekin’ for fame, he done bought him a fake chain
this f*ck n*gga rockin’ that moissanite
talking ’bout free og dolla
you ridin’ his d*ck like a motor bike
man, that b*tch n*gga told on his self
caught that time and sy call me a rat
you will not see my name in no work
you just mad you ’cause blew all them racks
get off the box, step my feet on the turf
it’s only right that i show them i’m back
i know his type but he really a nerd
gq died in his arms then he put down his strap

- q da fool lyrics

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