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france - quis.7 lyrics

let’s take a trip to france (uh)
these diamonds done put a lil b*tch in a trance (shh)
you said you love me and been f*cking my mans (repeat)
i want them ms, thugnificent (so magnificent)
i’m dubbing you so don’t even take the chance
pop a dro wash it down with brisk (aye)
no kicking back i need me a couple mill
money green like a leaf (uh)
money big it won’t shrink (yah)
jewelry wet like a sink, pointers hitting like ali (yah)
late nights she with me, pants tight no crease (aye)
no writer is topping me, rhymes as far as the еye can see

i’m allergic to bitternеss
run it up and escape from ya wilderness
day by day goes and you still sitting there
get up and get you living my n*gga
stacking my money like chapo, money in boxes n sh*t
my gold never spotty it’s plated
i swear i’ve been patiently waiting
f*cked ya b*tch right on cam and you swear she hated me
she ride d*ck like a mercedes b
swear she don’t need no training see, she sucking me up like she paying me
she pop like a glock no safety
she doing tricks with her mind, ion think i’m ready
captain save a thot you un*wealthy
i’m out and about screaming check please
don’t need a b*tch sweating me
got too many broads like a track meet
i been running it up like it’s tax season
you getting so thick, ima call you ms.jackson and i am oh so for real
she eat the molly like pacman, she on them 30s for real
diamonds all black like a seal, b*tch sit over here
can’t do no more 1s like i’m taxing , cause im wanting bigger bills
i’m not signing no deals, swear ima make a 100 mill
ima turn myself into the man, i never needed friends
all i need is them bands
no i do not shake hands
walk around setting trends
new world record for that head
money making from my bed
running it up , so just gimmie head
running it up all i need is bread
everyday dreaming packing out shows
ima cop me a rolce royce, den ima smoke me some dope boy
not playing with no toys, hadda do the sh*t the right way
please get the f*ck out, my face
f*ck france, take a trip to bombay
take a lil trip lil vacay
ya money short, you delirious
no ddg but take me serious
no dvd but i’m watching a m
going up like a skateboard onna ramp
g plating got her thinking i’m the man
sam i am, my n*ggas smoke green and take xans
you n*ggas b*tches swear you a fan
you n*ggas hating swear you my mans
you n*ggas broke so you kick cans
pockets deep and i’m balling
her p*ssy wet like a hydrant
white forces for every occasion, it’s like i’m not even trying
get going with the lying
gotta stack like trident
no money so you whining
let’s take a trip to france (uh)
these diamonds done put a lil b*tch in a trance (shh)
you said you love me and been f*cking my mans (repeat)
i want them ms, thugnificent (so magnificent)
i’m dubbing you so don’t even take the chance
pop a dro wash it down with brisk (aye)
no kicking back i need me a couple mill
money green like a leaf (uh)
money big it won’t shrink (yah)
jewelry wet like a sink, pointers hitting like ali (yah)
late nights she with me, pants tight no crease (aye)
no writer is topping me, rhymes as far as the eye can see

- quis 7 lyrics

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