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public enemy - qg meer lyrics

[intro]
grah suck my d*ck n*gga you know what going on n*gga
qg n*gga, spray sh*t, don’t say sh*t, i said made sh*t
we them n*ggas you don’t play with you heard

[chorus]
ok since they wanna play
weird black imma spit on his grave
like made a vid i might sell you a break
gdk and i’m stealing the rakes
i don’t care y’all can see in my face
lefty and nick that sh*t got me laced
like there are no worries, ain’t losing this race
somebody tell ? go pick up his face
like don’t stop n*ggas be pop
we’ll make it worse cuz n*ggas getting shot
he thought me a fool, he got me up on hots
i know a woo that ain’t pick up his lots
free skinner got him on the rock
if he link him put him in a box
if he tryna hawk em, better keep a watch
new n*ggas, seven fifty got shot
[verse]
free drench, free g nick
every glock gotta sting
like get low give a f*ck about tints
walk down gang everybody gon’ sin
like this a meeting you cannot attend
i go call on a little jimmy lynch
like no cap but your b*tch is a pop
imma use it to line me a locks
like twenty shots when they walk on my block
like n*ggas gon’ talk what they not
like y’all rapping never threw a shoot
like wal blixk get the f*ck off my c*ck
like ? never spinned a block
like wait till i see swae flock
like keep beakin’ till a body drop
like if we stealing we takin’ his top

[bridge x 2]
ebk i don’t f*ck with no omb
pocket rocket, i named that b*tch bumble bee
i dare a lil n*gga try touching me
twin knocks, me and humble gz

[verse]
yo kj, why you keep saying my name?
you ain’t never ever did a thing
i could mention on every angel in the game
you lack in stores, n*gga we ain’t the same
like f*ck six, they live with they older bro sh*t
f*ck boomer, go pick up a grip
like oh sh*t can’t forget nick
smoked my left and my right, and that sh*t got a kick
b*tch you know you’re moving like a kid
like free spig, no kizz
me and skizz tryna leave him drenched
like d*mn shizz that sh*t made no sense
when i get him with forty smoking in the trench
leave him on court get a n*gga benched
acting all calm flocking tony lynch
he caught bro, d*mn like “bro i’m hit.”
[chorus]
ok since they wanna play
weird black imma spit on his grave
like made a vid i might sell you a break
gdk and i’m stealing the rakes
i don’t care y’all can see in my face
lefty and nick that sh*t got me laced
like there are no worries, ain’t losing this race
somebody tell ? go pick up his face
like don’t stop n*ggas be pop
we’ll make it worse cuz n*ggas getting shot
he thought me a fool, he got me up on hots
i know a woo that ain’t pick up his lots
free skim got him on the rocks
if he link him put him in a box
if he tryna hawk em, better keep a watch
new n*ggas selling, seven fifty got shot

[outro]

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