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20k freestyle - 4l quan lyrics

[intro]
woah, huh, huh
jevon said he ain’t even hear me on that bih
i ain’t even hear my d*mn self on that bih
f*ck, let’s go
yeah we, huh, got it, huh, woah
n*gga thought i was gone, i ain’t even gon’ take off yet, woah
h*ll you talkin’ bout
big 4l business (you know that, b*tch)

[verse]
yeah i call that four nick with the switch the earthquake
b*tch, i walk up and then “ffft”, body in the lake
n*gga, i can’t stress ‘bout no b*tch, n*gga forgot to say (on god)
they only put my gang on the news, these p*ssies a disgrace (f*ck ‘em)
huh, yeah, but f*ck them n*ggas (on god)
yeah big 4l train all them young n*ggas to pull the f*cking triggers
i ain’t gon’ lie n*gga, all that other sh*t pie n*gga
yeah you come out, we got (?) business, n*gga boutta buy n*gga (on god)
j5 just came home, he hit yo ho and did the whip
munyun told the young n*gga stay right there with the watch, he green as a pickle (sweet ahh n*gga)
woah, yeah, let’s go bar for bar n*gga (on god)
yeah i’m hot as f*ck, i be dodgin’ n*ggas but i was charged, n*gga (you know that)
f*ck the running trap in the school zone, dismissal (b*tch)
i can’t walk past the kitchen without my motherf*ckin’ pistol (baow, baow)
n*gga get yo bag right, n*gga yeah yo gang stressed (what)
n*gga, yeah, yo young n*ggas still breaking in cars, b*tch i press (you know that)
yeah that n*gga said all of y’all got money, yeah he big cap
n*gga when i see you, i don’t speak to you, i get yo b*tch dapped (ha)
and the ho can say whatever she want about quan
one thing yeah she can’t say, i ain’t no b*tch or i ain’t no f*cking bum (let’s go)
oh yeah, and i can’t forget the bro part either, n*gga
yeah i got yo ho, she on the floor, she’ll eat a n*gga
b*tch, you better not let (?) get her, he’ll mistreat her, n*gga (on god)
drill copped the bulletproof trackhawk for ‘bout 200, n*gga (on my momma)
p*ssy called my bluff, yeah yo sh*t regular
all that f*cking dissin’, i made j5 hit you with that (?) (you know that)
and n*gga can’t have my stain, n*gga i’m a big medal
n*gga you a scrip, you a p*wn, n*gga you a lil boy (b*tch)
and this n*gga big cap, i’m the real (?) (yeah you know that)
catch yo ass outside the street, and break you like a toy
all these choppers make you shoulder lean
yeah, you fresh as f*ck, yeah this chopper knock the “c” out your celine
b*tch, yeah yo ho say why i act like that, i guess i’m mean
b*tch, me and baby done caught so many bodies, we the dream team (on god)
yeah, i’m stuntin’ on these n*ggas, i always had a cheat (what else?)
yeah, these n*gga hatin’, b*tch, look at my baguettes (what else?)
wock up in my cup, i’m drinkin’, yeah, i’m geekin’, n*gga (let’s go)
if that ho went to harvard, then i’m peter, n*gga (you know that)
and all these hoes gettin’ clapped, yeah they know how to (?) (lil b*tch)
i’m in the studio, i’m chillin’ n*gga with twenty thousand (on my momma)

- 4l quan lyrics

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