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old js - q da fool lyrics

[hook]

started with no cake, me and a old ‘k
i’m getting it now, i ain’t worried bout the old days
pull up with two glocks, sing like the o’jays
bought the diors but i still rock the old j’s
young crackheads broke shoutout them old js
i couldn’t triple a ten shoutout the new wave
rapping ass n*gga an actor * johnny cage
turnt in the club, he got smacked with some bombay
turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
i can’t even cry ‘cause n*ggas die like every day
i got that white b*tch with me * mary kate
n*ggas be bluffing, ain’t even shoot a ak
[verse]

she callin’ you brokе but she call me her main baе
learned how to shoot dice from grandma faye
fell like i’m pootie tang, n*gga “wa*da*tay”
i’m rich as a b*tch what my wallet say
tell her don’t do that and give her the father face
me verse the feds, b*tch we having a charger chase
leave that boy dead, somebody give him a charger case
swear i duck bullets but never could dodge a case
these n*ggas know how it go and it’s not safe
ran up my bag and i turnt up the whole state
n*ggas be hoes, how you scared of your own fate?
if i have a daughter i gotta name her faith
‘cause that’s all i had in that cell, i ain’t give up
them people come get you, you better keep your chin up
christmas tree * we leaving opp n*ggas lit up
sh*lls hit his spine so that boy can’t even get up
(d*mn) n*gga get up
your b*tch was right here shawty you ain’t even pick up
you ain’t slide first, that’s the reason you hit up
he just a rookie, seen blood and he spit up (b*tch)
n*gga speed up, you know we got kids and they need us
don’t let us go broke, n*gga won’t n0body feed us
a slave in the jail, n*gga that’s how they treat us
she wouldn’t say hi, now they be geekin’ to see us
fly as a b*tch
these n*ggas lowkey wanna be us
‘cause i’m strong as sh*t
i’m blowing smoke this sh*t might lift a tree up
poppin rps and i keep pouring lean up
hop out the jeep and i’m f*cking the scene up
background dirty but touchdown with clean stuff
i give her d*ck then i make the b*tch clean up
[hook]

started with no cake, me and a old ‘k
i’m getting it now, i ain’t worried bout the old days
pull up with two glocks, sing like the o’jays
bought the diors but i still rock the old j’s
young crackheads broke, shout out them old js
i couldn’t triple a ten, shoutout the new wave
rapping ass n*gga an actor * johnny cage
turnt in the club, he got smacked with some bombay
turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
i can’t even cry ‘cause n*ggas die like every day
i got that white b*tch with me * mary kate
n*ggas be bluffing, ain’t even shoot a ak

- q da fool lyrics

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