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queen's gambit & quagen. - yungmanny lyrics

frrt, frrt
[?] dropper
two trappers
sh*t, sh*t

it’s 5 am, and i’m sippin’ on* (5 pm)
it’s 5 am and i’m sippin’ on quagen
not tris’
my bad, philly b*tch, she be shakin’ her hips
[?] lumberjacks, when we pop out, b*tch we got sticks (frrt, frrt)
goyard boys, stolo car boys (frrt, frrt, frrt)
i got k8’s and k56’s, fairly odd boys
its 25 shots in this g26, manman with the sean mccoy (yeah)
think you go band for band with manman, but i doubt it, boy (nah)
hm, extremely
i highly doubt that sh*t (rrt)
on ig grindin’, superman, but i know he ain’t ’bout that sh*t (at all)
i can’t go back, i’m nino station, 2, we out this b*tch (on god)
[cosa?] say go put that cup down, can’t be slouchin’ sh*t (on granny)
groovy out this b*tch (woo)
g*goyard pouch my b*tch (woo)
i want a new house this year
she love me? f*ck outta here (b*tch)
we should pop his zits (woo)
brand new glock, my b*tch (woo)
i*i don’t clock no b*tch (can’t go back)
(i’m krueger) freddie wappin’ sh*t
it’s like 5 pm and i’m sippin’ on quagen
had wick jump out, got ’em yellin’ out mayday
1 car, 5 glocks, 2 glocks, 1 day
oh, that young n*gga think he bo jackson
i’ll pay the youngins just to run in yo’ house, put sh*t on yo’ head, leave blood on the bed
i gotta get paid just to walk in the party, i don’t come in the club, ‘less it come with a bag
i don’t walk in the club, ‘less it come with a* (huh?)
i don’t walk in the club, ‘less it come with a dolla’
these b*tches don’t like i don’t pick up the phone
my momma don’t like that i’m just like my fatha’ (that i’m just like pops)
[?] pick a lane, i was one of them n*ggas who worked for this sh*t, and i finally won (and i worked for this sh*t)
dawg in the beamer, like 5 am, i ain’t tryna go broke so i’m up with the sun
(you know i am n*gga)

- yungmanny lyrics

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