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lirik lagu quid pro quo – konan doyle

i might have met my match
stick with us and we just might light it up
you better bet your ass i’ma get this cash, i don’t need no midas touch

i’m finna fl!ck my ass, side of your fortress i be climbing. you better pick your path, the man gets stabbed so deep that the knife gets stuck

switch who spits i think it’s stitch like 626, it isn’t doyle

i get it lit better change my coils

kings like royals

since we’re spoiled

yup

yup, yup

spoiled with the ability to rap
i’ma stick a tac on a city on a map
hit ‘em up and snap like a finisher attack

tell me where they roll, i’ma hit where they at
so much money, gotta fit it in a bag
matt like a poodle that’s sitting on my lap
she gon’ know the name when i hit it from the back
going from a 1 to 10
no one even really gives a f*ck who i am

that’s not true

i’ma just go again, grabbing a feat. like i’m under the bed, i’m a monster
or one’s stuck in my head

i’ll take a shot, like a gun to defend
nah, i’ll take a shot, never rush for the net
‘cause i just don’t pretend i got money to spend

just don’t pretend ‘cause your money could
i’m taking out all of your company friends
you takin’ a look and i’m crushing the lens
this sh*t is bukkake, i’ll come for your head

i’m deadin’ them all but i opened the door
fly lines, somebody pull my chord

hey, can i go once more?

of course

you sure? i like yours but i’m getting kinda bored in the background
*gasp* man, stand down, i am the one that you called when you needed a handout, i’m not a fan now

wait, i ain’t looking to be starting sh*t
no arguments
so let’s aim where the target is
the audience and all my partnerships
started from a hand shake like parkinson’s

y’all swim with the largest fish
rippin’ up your apartment quick
the carpet is covered up in carcasses
it’s hard to miss with mark with the sharpest pick

wooh

sick flow bro

thanks, you too, yo the intro’s dope

match up force with the back and forths
that i have endorsed like a quid pro quo

wooh

what the kids don’t know
is the kick’s so dope that the windows broke

and the crack of the snare leaves a crack in the mirror like a glass getting smashed when i hit those notes

spitting in the kitchen cooking more than gordon ramsay
if it isn’t hitting then you salty or you have beef
even out the seasons yo, i store em in the pantry
maybe we can take it to recording on a rap beat

i ain’t really shocked ain’t n0body understand me
i could take the kitty from the bitty like a plan b
i be pullin’ up with the white like a banshee
they don’t really like it in life when you happy

okay i’m hearing you rapping
let’s hear some lyrics with passion
i’m always scared of collapsing
always so jealous of people who mention that their biggest fear is arachnids

‘cause i’m a spider*man but hyper than anyone that try the gang get sniped, they can hit you from a mile away, your life could end
you ain’t really gonna see the lights again

okay i’ma pick it up and quicken up da pace
like i’m whipping in a civic and i’m here to win a race
might leave a bitter taste
i’m fresher than the ice that’s sitting in a little sip of lemonade
i’ve seen some better days
i’ve been a renegade
i’ve spoken for the people who don’t ever get a say
if i’m sitting on a plane
getting paid to entertain
then i did it all just being me, anyways

they gonna claim they on the radio but they don’t want to play the song
who would’ve thought it would take this long?
fire on the piggy like filet minion
left as a youth and i came and gone
hit me up quick, yo we can’t be long
don’t be coming ‘round where you ain’t be long
they gon’ sing it loud on the day we gone
so what?

but you know what?
they’ll explode when they know i’ma blow up
take some notes so i don’t have to show ya
they want smoke, just roll up the doja

wooh

roll up the doja
i pull it out like a cobra
taking a bite and it’s over
i put the kid in a coma
i do not need no exposure
i just would like a diploma
school of hard knocks and i’m rightfully owner
i am the life of the party, i’m getting r*t*rded, i follow this molly and soda
on my sorority sh*t

i’m sorry my friend
it’s about time, we’re departing again
pardon the arson and sparks with the pen
it’s just we’re going hard from the start to the end. ahh!

god d*mn. let’s see mawf*cka try to do that

geeze! geeze!

- konan doyle

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