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lirik lagu quin nfn – poles

[intro: quin nfn]
go grizz
yeah, yeah yeah, ayy (winner’s circle)

[verse 1: quin nfn]
extended the clips in all of my guns, i could go to war with isis
keep the strap up on my hip, they say, “lil’ chop a dyk-”
hit her from the back one time, i ain’t doin’ no motherf-ckin’ wifin’
he sayin’ that i’m lyin’ every time i’m rappin
i’m knockin’ his tops, he think’s that i’m cappin’
put him on the news, we bringin’ the static
handguns and them automatics

[verse 2: nle choppa]
dressed in that guala, b-tch, i gotta have it
up with the pole, get stretched, elastic
these n-ggas fake, i see through ’em like plastic
lil’ bro in the field, doin’ drills like madden
if a f-ck n-gga play we gon’ f-ck it up
got my strap in the seat, tell ’em, “buckle up”
i ain’t gotta use heat, we could knuckle up
take a trip for a week, are you gon’ f-ck or what?

[verse 3: quin nfn]
ayy, b-tch
ayy, you gon’ f-ck or nah?
i told her, “drop her drawers”
and she was gaggin’ on the d-ck, her tongue was on my b-lls
she got some magical jaws, yeah
yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag
b-tch, you know i ain’t totin’ a pro mag
them hollow tips gonna split right through his b-tch–ss
i’m leavin’ n-ggas layin’ in the mud for f-ckin’ sh-tbags

[verse 4: nle choppa]
they say, “why you rappin’ bout hoes and sh-t?”
’cause i got a whole lotta hoes and sh-t
i’m the one buyin’ their clothes and sh-t
vvs on. my neck and they froze and sh-t
hit her one time and she actin’ out
red beam on my strap like i’m backin’ out
and i full lotta bowls when i’m packin’ now
smoke a whole lotta dope, i ain’t flashin’ out

[chorus: quin nfn and nle choppa]
my chopper k!ll just like a kangaroo
when it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe
i might wet him like a swimmin’ pool
or just like some f-ckin’ lube
i’m f-cked up in the head, i might just pull up and shoot up the school
mechanical choppa because i’m ridin’ with a lotta tools
this n-gga tried to rob me so you know i had to drape the dude
but they tryna be, but it’s not easy
hol’ on, it’s not easy
i be blessin’ the mic, but i’m not sneezin’
put the gang on the b-tch like i’m y beezy
the car got no ceilin’, i’m not weezy
if i said it, i said it, and i mean it
lotta green in my pocket, i’m not vegan
got a whole lotta music i’m not leakin’

[verse 5: quin nfn]
ayy, what the f-ck a n-gga wanna do
i got ’bout four, five choppers when i’m ridin’ in my coupe
and b-tch, i came a long way from the ramen noodle soup
now a n-gga need a toothpick ’cause there’s steak stuck in my tooth
how many guns i got? a lot
and b-tch, we trapping’ spot to spot
and you would think this sh-t is gumbo but it’s dope up in the pot
and b-tch, my pockets is on swol’, and it’s lookin’ like a knot
top shotta in this b-tch, n-gga, you a bombaclot

[verse 6: nle choppa]
ayy, she want a bag, and i got a bag, but she don’t get nothin’
ayy, got a whole cash, and i’m livin’ too fast, mama couldn’t do nothin’
i spend guala in public, all my n-ggas, they do what i do, like puppies
ayy, catch a thot, she blushin’, in the yo with a polo on, bro, i’m cookin’

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