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into it - q da fool lyrics

[intro: q da fool]
uhh
you know how i do man
yeah, yeah, yeah
lemme get that watch right there
yeahhh
woah, woah, woah
all of them diamonds
[?]
just look at my wrist n-gg-
and get me my bruva one too f-ck they talking bout
blingg
yeah that one right there
uhh (everywhere)
dripping on these n-gg-s

[verse 1: q da fool]
d-mn
i cop me a rollie (a rollie)
balenciaga runners and my b-tch she look just like stoney
valentino n-gg- these ain’t no kobe’s
your b-tch eat that d-ck just like some bologna (eat it)
bamma -ss n-gg- macaroni toni
just me in the vet, but i’m not feeling lonely
that money beside em
these days man don’t you surprise me
flying that plane private (uh)
k!lling the game perfect timing
met a couple plugs…off of rhyming
too much street money 360 can’t sign it
these n-gg-s sneak dissing, but no i don’t mind it
in the trenches with ovo
b-tch i don’t do no hiding
they wanna see me then come find me (b-tch)
real n-gg- b-tch i define it
my stripper b-tch she the finest (stripper)
i throw her hundreds when she work for it (h-llo) she going so hard cause she got hurt before
introduced her to the drugs (i did), introduced her to the gang (i did)
had that b-tch counting my money (my money)
had that b-tch cleaning aks (aks)
uh
yeah
real trap n-gg- show a b-tch how to live
trying catch up with me you need to take care of kids
man the life i live i’m prepared for a bed
free [?] in 40 years
why these p-ssy n-gg-s tat they face with a tear?
one of y’all n-gg-s better get in his ear
never been in no situation, if you did…you probably be scared (b-tch)
never seen a n-gg- dead
connected with bloods all they see is red
b-tch i got bread on my head
could be some sh-t that i did
and detectives on my d-ck
they case floating in the air
they don’t know who did it
me neither sh-t i wasn’t there
a omerta n-gg-, that’s rare
the feds out front bruh leave it right there
posed to meet me at the move n-gg- wasn’t even there
so when you got robbed n-gg- that’s why i was there
you drive i go in
we squared
meet me in the driveway, and be there
imma come out with everything and break bread
65/35 that’s only fair
uh
i’m still tryna make my [?]
tryna move up my b-tch spot
turned largo road to a drug shop
not talking bout dancing when i say that i molly rock
pull up to the strip, boy don’t put your sh-t in park
keep your drugs keep it moving
young n-gg- keep improving
smoking inside the boutique shop shout out the rubin
beam on the 40 i’m toting the rubin
can’t find a good b-tch all these b-tches be groupies
i sh-t on the beat i be p–ping
you say you a k!ller it’s bout time you prove it

[hook: q da fool]
uh into it
im bout get into it
[?] from indian
diamond from the [?]
my b-tch she from india
bout to get into it
uhh into it
im bout get into it

[verse 2: q da fool]
me and a opp got into it
punished the n-gg-
the gun? yea i threw it
uhhh i move it
we know that i move it
ride with them sticks yea i do it
beef at anytime b-tch i might get into it

- q da fool lyrics

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