Quan Artest Freestyle Lyrics – ticklemytip
Singer: ticklemytip
Title: Quan Artest Freestyle
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Aye, ok, aye, ok
Aye n#gg# you know what i’m sayin
n#gg#s say that i fell off, ion even care. i just do this sh#t for fun
They like “quan little n#gg# where you been at?”
b#tch i been counting this motherf#cking cake
I got all this green b#tch, i need a rake
Call me a realtor, put you in your place
I hit up your b#tch and i go get a taste
And you know that i’m keeping that glock on my waist
Shoot a n#gg# in his head knock off his toupee
Call a n#gg# jidion cause he’s bald with a fade
You know i’m gonna send a n#gg# up if he talk down
f#ck a n#gg# b#tch in her #ss now my c#ck brown
Told your b#tch put her t#tt#es in my mouth she’s my mom now feeling like an a-r-a-b i’m the bomb now
I’m the bomb cause i’m blowing up again
Got my thumb in her but while i’m f#cking on her friend
Yeah, turn into a monster, call me bеn 10
Got the bricks in the pot whipping in the kitchеn
I don’t like my b#tches white, i like them coco
I dont like my b#tches poor, i don’t like them broke hoes
Pull up on a opp, shoot his #ss l bozo
That b#tch she looks like a hippo, call her moto
And i just popped a f#cking bean, feel like a cholo
If that’s your b#tch, why the f#ck she want a photo?
Pull up in a srt, got the foe doe
Skirting off in a scatpack ima take your hoe bro
Okay, b#tch i’ve been doing this for 6 years straight
Feeling like aubrey graham, i’m finna pull up with the drake
I ain’t never going broke that’ll never be the case
I’m the voice little n#gg# i’ll never be the face
I don’t run from nobody i’ll never do the race
Got a chopper in the kitchen, know that b#tch finna bake
Told a b#tch come jerk on my chicken like jamaicans
Told your b#tch put her hand on my spear like an african
I’m finna take your b#tch and i’m finna blow her back again
Feeling like an apple user i’m finna buy a mac again
My dad told me to do chores, i started packing him
Getting all these racks little n#gg# i be stacking them
Man i always got b#tches in my car, human trafficking
And these n#gg#s say i’m f#cking trash “stop rapping man”
My songs may be trash but i got your b#tch laughing man
She playing with my balls, she playing with it like tennis
She’s sucking on my c#ck, she sucking it till i finish
I stick it in f#ck her, she’s asking for more inches
I tell her go up in the kitchen and wash the dishes
Yeah she’s blowing me kisses
Getting to the bag i got to finish the mission
f#cking on your b#tch and this dick got her twitching
Only make hits little n#gg#, no misses
Leaving that boy on the curb
Them bullets finna make him learn
My n#gg#s pull up on the curb
Like to f#ck with these hoes i’m a jerk
Yeah, and i’m finna buy your b#tch a purse
And you know that i’m smoking that purp
Got a glock and that b#tch finna burst
Yeah that boy got crossed like a church
Finna put his #ss on a t-shirt
You better learn
Backwood russian cream finna burn
Yeah, little n#gg# this meetings adjourned
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