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lirik lagu young quincy - the anthem

[produced by tt beats]

[intro: young quincy]
high above. 420
turn my phone on mute real quick
these b-tches all hitting me up

[verse 1: young quincy]
she bi so she bring her girl with. twice the fun cause it funner with four t-ts
i like leaning taking slow sips. purp in the paper taking more hits
smoking purple on the porch, sip patron from the porsche
smoking when i ride, ‘9 in the hand when i die
drifting, drunk driving; henny in the blood
why not try it? eat that good p-ssy my new diet
codeine in the sprite, gettin’ right. turnt for the night
private jet, bad b-tches gettin’ wet, ho. f-ck you know about the dro?
sellin’ c0ke, look shady. cuff up the doe, bring a quarter back just like brady
green up, throw them e’s up. kush burnt up, smoke the weed up. so keep them g’s up, ho
this the anthem where we ain’t never throw them flags. still in the hood still selling bags
bad b-tches all around. f-ck the haters, they can’t hold me down
like drake, i ain’t never lyin’. kush in my lungs so i ain’t never dyin’
jane in the join, stay funny. powder to your door, i make money
jordans on, staying fresh. balling hard no latex. y’all wanna know what hard sh-t i spit next
blizzy!

[hook: young quincy (x2)]
this the anthem. smoke so much, feel like a phantom. fake -ss people i can’t stand ’em
cause beantown go in. blowing endo in a benz
this the muh’ f-cking anthem!

[verse 2: machete]
machete!
all the fake people talking sh-t, but we don’t f-ck with no snitch
act a straight b-tch, but i pull the gat on fake -ss people. real g sh-t, leave you begging for this
all my life these f-ggots been hatin’. but i’m chilling, cause all the lean i’m takin’
purple in the blunt, 420 stuntin’. tell a b-tch you ain’t seen nuthin’ like this
paint a perfect picture of all these fake motherf-ckers i injured
glock in the hand, on the corner you getting dropped. pull the trigger, you getting popped
get paid from your girl, i’m getting good head
get laid, tryna f-ck around. y’all should of stayed back. this a hot track
a banger, the anthem. go harder than the chrome on my tech. give me a sec
i’m k!lling the mic. k!ll any fake motherf-cker in sight n-gga
this is 420, n-gga. don’t f-ck with the crew, homie
you already know what’s up. i’ma k!ll you n-gga
sbmoney this is you, n-gga

[hook]

[verse 3: young quincy]
know this a 420 headbanger. know i k!lled this verse like a hanger
this that new sh-t that go in. lord please have mercy for i’ve sinned. ugh
don’t get caught, don’t go to jail. they done fought, ain’t got no bail
ashin’ kush, this sh-t ain’t stale. we ain’t fake, dog we real
just know we number one. high above, we flying high
balling smoking lemon, dog, and 5 to 7 fast rap
fast racks off a fat track. all thanks to my lovers and my haters. gotta keep grinding, gotta get that paper
this a banger with a hard beat up. sh-t i smoke stronger then a wife beater. ugh
drunk and baked, hennessy and wax. stacks keep piling up like a f-cking heart attack
dope flow but shawn berry sing f-cking wack. fresh beat cause i bring dat back
good booze and sticky. boy, i smoke that f-cking trippy
shrooms for breakfast. munch for lunch, f-cking hoes from texas
but these hoes tripping. leaning slowly
b-tches popping molly. b-tch, i’m smoking mary. ugh
this the realest rap sh-t. and with low eyes, still can rap that fast spit
but first date we f-cking, it ain’t even that ratchet p-ssy. first date she suckin’, f-ckin’ hater don’t push me
see these jealous f-gs looking. white boy swag, only f-ck b-tches with a good f-cking -ss
bands up for the dope boy. bring some rock for the c0ke boy
cigarillo for the 420 boy. ugh!

[hook]

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