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lirik lagu block stars – quin nfn

[verse]
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout takin’ away from who? that sh*t sound slow
momma never raised no p*ssy n*ggas in her household
if dude’nem never brought nothin’ to the table, what he ran for?
you ain’t makin’ profit off the paper pushin’ pounds tho’
lil’ bro only f*ck with vein shooters, his a brain user
quincho only really claim shooters like a straight hooper
i’m with 20 [?] 20 ball, tryna drink [?]
n*gga talkin’ like he active, n*gga, you is the same loser
we gon’ put that iron on his mind if he actin’ wild
he gon’ throw a rocket at his hand, but that sh*t not allowed
i just beat the pack up with my dawg, i feel like [?]
she just tryna let me in her jaw, tryna feel me out
i be turned up ’bout my top, don’t get your f*ckin’ head hit
i’ve been countin’ bread and chasin’ bands with all my miskins
turn a pink p*ssy maroon look like the f*ckin’ red skin
we’ll turn a [?] into some f*ckin’ dead man
now she call me up, i pull up, tryna put my leg in
it’s gon’ turn my temper up if i can’t bring my lead in
walk these n*ggas down, there’s no shows that i got on foreal
day one n*ggas switched up on the kid, how i’m supposed to feel?
me and bro we just like [?] and we on go foreal
tell my bro, he low*key ‘posed to chill, but all he know is k!ll
she gon’ eat it while i drive this truck, i can’t control the wheel
change the van, we load up and go spin just like some roller wheels
cop cars, we’ve been dodgin’ them, they can’t find the dude
block stars all i’m hangin’ with, i bet your momma knew
wockhardt [?] my kidney all i [?] juice
dodge dart, pull on n*gga street and we jump out the coupe
we gon’ slide, now he fried, leave him with the flies
told the guys ”go take his mind” and they might get a prize
livin’ lies, they in disguise about they f*ckin” lifes
i got all my jewelry on the day, but they ain’t touchin’ mine
lotta b*tches chasin’ me, i need some different kind
lemon squeeze on this hd, let’s make some lemon lime
b*tch look just like [?], told her “get inside”
made her bend her spine
one, two, three, four, five shooters with me
i feel like a lion how i got my cougar with me
but she don’t like when i’m outside, she say i’m super friendly
top dollar, feel just like a scholar, got my ruler with me
all i need is [?], momma, marry and got poodle with me
low*key sendin’ hits right back*to*back so all my shooters busy
know i come from texas, got my choppa and this uber with me
lil’ bro’nem [?] and leave your shooter empty
[intro]
drop his ass

- quin nfn

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