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right now - quin nfn lyrics

[hook: quin nfn]
i been talking sh*t better find you a n*gga to hate on
been in the field i’m the wrong one to play on
a whole lotta shots at his top get his face blown
b*tch it won’t take long i need it right now
we not the cleaners but we got that iron now
go stick him up he can’t have it its mine now
i done f*cked hoes in more rooms than the white house

[verse 1: quin nfn]
n*gga talking bout what, aye he better get back
whole lotta techs like a tech so well send that
this shoulda came with some fries its a big mac
if my n*gga don’t got it i got it i get that
we gеtting a work out give us a six pack
they gone od off thе flow this that crinack
we know your b*tch ass hating what the f*ck is you getting at cause well push up and come spin that
he think he getting on the map but get wiped off
these different diamonds look good with the lights off
if he acting dirty we spray him like lysol
hot box the airbnb with some pine sol
get in the air like a pilot and fly off
we slangin iron in the field but don’t like golf
used to be tax free now i don’t write offs
bro pushing keys we can have us a type off
went from a porsche to a beamer then benz on em
didn’t get me nothing and i got revenge on em
look through the scope we gone put the whole lens on em
hoes tryna f*ck me i put all my friends on em
money not money you n*ggas don’t got none
pull up and drop em and let it be bygones
lil bro on parole so he cannot be by guns
i put my hands on her ass tryna hike some
she draw the bowl and got f*cked up
keep telling me that i lucked up
n*gga sh*t really trash get a dump truck
had to play like i’m broke just to come up
better watch what you say can’t rewind that
got the bezzle bust down where the time at
suit it up and we ready for combat
ain’t hit a l!ck before i had a contract
[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
my lil n*gga come lay where he hiding at
he come out put that k where his mind at
sneaky link blow my line i decline that
new opp pack you get high off of contact
he drop a dot on his block we come bomb that
n*gga f*ckin with 4 i can’t find that
need a shirt b*tch you can’t get your bro back
up the bl!ck make a opp do the four flat
i won’t tag on a neck its toe tag, body bag, somebody get stretched, exed out
bro be geeking for rent, she got her ass out, she a freak for a check
drop a bag off they be ready to step
wherever we catch em we leaving him there
we got dead n*gga weed in the air
icy n*gga but i keep my heat everywhere
icy n*gga but tuck the fire when i go
play we put a f*ck n*gga down under the floor
we brought a hundred some rounds to the show
send it up in this b*tch fore i go like a ho
probably f*ckin his b*tch and he ain’t even know
before i signed a deal we was kickin in doors
now i’m hot like the top of the stove
and i still will go post on the block with the bros

[hook: quin nfn]
i been talking sh*t better find you a n*gga to hate on
been in the field i’m the wrong one to play on
a whole lotta shots at his top get his face blown
b*tch it won’t take long i need it right now
we not the cleaners but we got that iron now
go stick him up he can’t have it its mine now
i done f*cked hoes in more rooms than the white house

- quin nfn lyrics

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