paroles de chanson Quez Free - 42 Dugg

Bitch, you know Antt did the beat
Bitch, you know Antt did the—

Mister, how the fuck you make it from the bottom?
Extensions on the choppers, I′m a killer, not a robber
Fentanyl, Oxy', exotics, spin all, catch me a body
Rent, dawg, been gettin′ high, why? (Tell me something)
Ayy, we been tryna catch a five, send his ass to Moxx
Quez bond a million, told Sarg' to get 'em out
Quez wanna chill, I′ll come and get you now
Tez with whatever, bitch, you stay up out the box
Ayy, Spazzo, I just blew a million cash and my bag low, fuck nah
I sell verses now, fuck, dawg
Drekk been on my ass, she just heard I got a ′Cat
This bitch go over two hunnid, this the one they gotta catch
Put a pussy on a shirt without permission, I don't need it
Put a pussy in the dirt for all that dissin′
I should start by doin' all my verses out the kitchen, I′m a whippin' ass
And I ain′t fightin' no more neither, Dada blick his ass

Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been fuckin′ niggas′ hoes, ridin' strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, now can you hear me now?
Don′t even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin′ to the bag
Lately, I been sending to the Nat instead of the Nash
But I'll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag
Lately, I been pourin′ fours up, droppin' five

Mister, I just bought a red eye, I heard them bitches dyin'
Bitch, if all them niggas dead, why the fuck y′all still claimin′?
Shoot him twice and get him famous
I'll turn into the devil, momma know that I′m angel
I can't say I hate all Bloods, a couple of my niggas bangin′
Big gang shit, I post a bitch in the city, you think I ain't hit?
I got her fuckin′ my nigga, we on the same tip
Rosé bottles, case full of Cristal
Used to be thuggin', doggy, he a bitch now
Wayburn and Whittier, a couple blocks from 6 Mile
I don't like no pictures, bitch, I don′t do no kissin′
I ain't squashin′ shit and I put that on my nigga

Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been fuckin′ niggas' hoes, ridin′ strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, now can you hear me now?
Don't even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin′ to the bag
Lately, I been sending to the Nat instead of the Nash
But I′ll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag
Lately, I been pourin' fours up, droppin′ five