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face - quaydee lyrics

[intro: quaydee & benjicold]
uhhh, yeah, mingo, lets go
yeah, ha, haha
mingo, haha, quaydee’
yeah’

[verse: benjicold]
i’m laughin’ our way to the bank
you f*ckin a hoe, and she stank
and im sippin’ that wock and its pink
he talkin’ that sh*t but that lil n*gga jank
and i got lil glock and it shoot at yo face
and that sucka’ it pray everywhere like a mace
and i score on a pint and i score on a ace (huh, huh, yeah)
b*tch i get that bag wha’ f*ck did you think
b*tch im that foreign and i switch lanes (yeah)
b*tch im clean like some bleach, butcha’ lil ass is a stain (yeah, stain)
i remember being big as h*ll in that helmutlang (ha, ha) (yeah)
now this b*tch she calling my phone sayin’ she my fan (she my fan)
told that p*ssy ass n*gga leave me lonе (ha, ha)
you’on know my names james (my name jamеs)
hop in motha f*ckin’ h*llcat skrt (ha) (h*llcat, aye)
that b*tch like aye (skrt)
f*ckin tha’ maf*ckin’ ho and im f*ckin’ that bih
f*ck her face (f*ckin’ her face)
[verse 1: quaydee]
they be like quaydee you crashin’
thats what i do when i get out my lane (yeah)
i’m tryna chill but im done being passive
the next n*gga play getting shot in the face (blah)
my n*ggas dont know anything (shh)
but i bet they was there when i blew out his brain
he had ah (???) i gave him a fade, yeah these n*ggas be plane

[bridge: quaydee]
remember the day when i wah’ havin nothing
but n*gga today man that just ain’t the case
i was a young n*gga head vv’s, now i got vv’s all on my waste
n*ggas be hopin that boy be the police
i swear the boys be the maf*ckin jakes
onna’ ya n*gga that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (???)
remember the day when i wah’ havin nothing
but n*gga today man that just ain’t the case
i was a young n*gga head vv’s, now i got vv’s all on my waste
n*ggas be hopin that boy be the police
i swear the boys be the maf*ckin jakes
onna’ ya n*gga that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (???)

[verse 2: quaydee]
step on yo face till it break (what)
whats on my back its a maf*ckin’ k (ah k)
i can not carry the weight
yeah im skinny but my pockets they so outta shape
quaydee your causing (????)
i don’t give a f*ck ima shoot on my way
young n*gga be on some savage sh*t
you got a average b*tch, im finna f*ck anyway
she get a uber and then im gon’ do her
so come pick her up because this ho couldn’t stay
freaky bih crazy she hittin a backflip
im finna get in her mouth like a black tip
im getting p*ssy and blue hunnids catnip
f*ck with the gang n*gga ggo wack sh*t
told that bih (????) ima fax it
twenty five gram a n*gga how he taxin’
b*tch ima turn a n*gga into some past tense
i lift some weight up off him like he fastin’
what size she is? im just askin
lil b*tch im just playing you can’t get her back b*tch
aright lights camorra, real action
play with the gang and my n*ggas get active
f*ckin your new b*tch on your new mattress
is that your new strap, yeah like last (???)
but im still finna sn*tch it, making me mad, he blew a gasket
(???) we gon’ make sure you fit in a maf*ckin casket
toatin that gun but i know that you b*tch made
why you got it you not finna blast it
f*ckin my ex b*tch on to the next b*tch
i dont not miss her, not even a tad bit
im tryna get to the bread, get to that lettuce
and im finna make me a sandwich
(???) im off a perc, tie up her hair and then she go to work
walk in the club i know i finna flirt
(???) but i know im a maf*ckin jerk
the draco singing like lil vert, wait no the drac finna sing like a drac
[outro: quaydee]
a drac, yeah drac finna spit in his face
bad b*tch invited me over she just tryna come over
she just tryna give me that face

- quaydee lyrics

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