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444 - zqnnex lyrics

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[zqnnex]
all my n*ggas love the cash, countin’ blue strips (racks)
new sh*t, walk like jackie chan in these new kicks
she hate me but her friend know the words to my new hits
frostbite, too much ice, need a new wrist (ice)

brockton n*gga, steady makin dollars, it’s how we rock (508)
balenciaga for the shoes, these ain’t no reeboks (bow)
you better run when bro grippin’ the nina (bow bow bow)
when he cl!ck it, choppa sing like selena
all these n*ggas lames (yuh), know these n*ggas b*tches (b*tch)
you work for famе, i jus work for the riches (racks)
pull up in the phantom likе my first name is ky (ayo ky)
always push 200 in the whip when i drive

can’t ever leave the bros, betta rush back
big choppa on my side, finna buss back
n*gga talk too much, then ky spin the block
ima put a deuce in the sprite, sippin wok

[ky phantxm]
big hunnids, big bills, i got blue checks (what?)
v8, turbocharged, i got two vettes
bad b*tch l!ck d*ck when the mood sets (huh?)
savage up the choppa, i’m like “who’s next?”
i don’t f*ck with these b*tches, them hoes get passed around
i f*ck her once then i’m dippin’, don’t need to make a sound (what?)
lil b*tch i ball like i’m pippen, no one can hold me down
this 47 it spittin’, came with a 30 round

he talkin’ crazy, we firing up the missiles (what?)
don’t doubt it, i keep a pistol
i pop it loud like a whistle (uh)
holes in his body look something just like a wiffle (what?)
i’m watching the bullets sizzle
won’t find me can’t solve the riddle (uh)

big guns on me, 45 right to his face (uh)
big funds on me, grab the cash and do the race (what?)
i don’t ever wife no hoe, can’t do a date (huh?)
if he talkin’ better up that pole and say your grace (aye)

[zqnnex]
he up the pole, you better say your last prayer (bow bow bow)
f*ck then i dip, b*tch i won’t see you later (haha)
n*gga f*ck around, get hit with the laser (bow bow bow)
run them commas up, n*ggas know we always chasin’ paper (cash, cash)

why the f*ck these n*ggas act like a b*tch? (facts)
these n*ggas all mad cuz they know i’m the sh*t (508)
i said, 508 love me (yuh)
n0body above me (yuh)
like i said in east side, before the hits, that b*tch dubbed me

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