Face Lyrics – QuayDee
Singer: QuayDee
Title: Face
Uhhh, yeah, mingo, lets go
Yeah, ha, haha
Yeah’
I’m laughin’ our way to the bank
You f#ckin a hoe, and she stank
And im sippin’ that wock and its pink
He talkin’ that sh#t but that lil n#gg# jank
And i got lil Glock and it shoot at yo face
And that sucka’ it pray everywhere like a mace
And i score on a pint and i score on a ace (huh, huh, yeah)
b#tch i get that bag wha’ f#ck did you think
b#tch im that foreign and i switch lanes (yeah)
b#tch im clean like some bleach, butcha’ lil #ss is a stain (yeah, stain)
I remember being big as hell in that helmutlang (ha, ha) (yeah)
Now this b#tch she calling my phone sayin’ she my fan (she my fan)
Told that p#ss# #ss n#gg# leave me lonе (ha, ha)
You’on know my names james (my name jamеs)
Hop in motha f#ckin’ hellcat skrt (ha) (hellcat, aye)
That b#tch like aye (skrt)
f#ckin tha’ maf#ckin’ ho and im f#ckin’ that bih
f#ck her face (f#ckin’ her face)
Thats what i do when i get out my lane (yeah)
I’m tryna chill but im done being passive
The next n#gg# play getting shot in the face (blah)
My n#gg#s dont know anything (shh)
But i bet they was there when i blew out his brain
He had ah (?) i gave him a fade, yeah these n#gg#s be plane
Remember the day when i wah’ havin nothing
But n#gg# today man that just ain’t the case
I was a young n#gg# head vv’s, now i got vv’s all on my waste
n#gg#s be hopin that boy be the police
I swear the boys be the maf#ckin jakes
Onna’ ya n#gg# that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (?)
Remember the day when i wah’ havin nothing
But n#gg# today man that just ain’t the case
I was a young n#gg# head vv’s, now i got vv’s all on my waste
n#gg#s be hopin that boy be the police
I swear the boys be the maf#ckin jakes
Onna’ ya n#gg# that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (?)
Step on yo face till it break (what)
Whats on my back its a maf#ckin’ k (ah k)
I can not carry the weight
Yeah im skinny but my pockets they so outta shape
I don’t give a f#ck ima shoot on my way
Young n#gg# be on some savage sh#t
You got a average b#tch, im finna f#ck anyway
She get a uber and then im gon’ do her
So come pick her up because this ho couldn’t stay
Freaky bih crazy she hittin a backflip
Im finna get in her mouth like a black tip
Im getting p#ss# and blue hunnids catnip
f#ck with the gang n#gg# ggo wack sh#t
Told that bih (?) ima fax it
Twenty five gram a n#gg# how he taxin’
b#tch ima turn a n#gg# into some past tense
I lift some weight up off him like he fastin’
What size she is? im just askin
Lil b#tch im just playing you can’t get her back b#tch
Aright lights camorra, real action
Play with the gang and my n#gg#s get active
f#ckin your new b#tch on your new mattress
Is that your new strap, yeah like last (?)
But im still finna snatch it, making me mad, he blew a gasket
(?) we gon’ make sure you fit in a maf#ckin casket
Toatin that gun but i know that you b#tch made
Why you got it you not finna blast it
f#ckin my ex b#tch on to the next b#tch
I dont not miss her, not even a tad bit
Im tryna get to the bread, get to that lettuce
And im finna make me a sandwich
(?) im off a perc, tie up her hair and then she go to work
Walk in the club i know i finna flirt
(?) but i know im a maf#ckin jerk
The draco singing like lil vert, wait no the drac finna sing like a drac
A drac, yeah drac finna spit in his face
Bad b#tch invited me over she just tryna come over
She just tryna give me that face
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