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canari diamonds
so quit ya yappin we rappin before I get to clappin
for the 2-1-4, the 7-1-3 I stay on my Q's, I stay on my P's
I do what I do, I do it
the 2-1-4, the 7-1-3 I stay on my Q's, I stay on my P's
I do what I do, I do it with ease so bitch please
the top of the list the fact that I'm shinin
point
and Q's I say it and I mean it
It's a dirty game that's how it go young nigga when your 

Trap phone ringing 
Trap phone ringing 
Trap phone ringing 
Trap
calling me a cuban star
Cause i don't buy the Q i buy the bar (And a)
Buy mommy roofless mercede
Take her shopping at that fendi (Haaay)
I got broke niggas
man from east like Patrick
Man just called for a Q
I couldn't hear him took two off
Now he got five g
And I told him he better pull up real lively
I
is me, C is me
All of the above, I'm choosin Q
I bet on self, look in the mirror and tell him "You got you"
The confidence comes from puttin in work
jump in the booth
I be lit, but don't get shit confused
I stay on my p's & my q's
I be cool, just don't fuck up my mood
I shake off the hate, & get back
a clue
The things I'd do bring to bring em through
Go spit some shit up in the booth
Then hit the road and spin in a Q
I ain't got nothing to lose
But boy
you do all of your stunts without a movie crew
And I’m the only one that see it like ya Susie Q
Aye
I just wanna get ya x-rated
We ain’t gotta let
J-U-I-C-E
You newkie niggas can't see me
S-Q-U-I-R double L-Y D
J-O-N-E dope as fefe
Only gas that you drop is a fart nigga
And the word around town,
figure
Married it to the money I call it my wifey
Everything I got man that shit is so pricy
Money all around money makes me happy
Shout my nigga q cuz I
Q's I'm gone
everyday with the law of attraction
I push every moment like this a contraction (Yuh, yuh!)
Water drippin' on my ears
Edge with a spear
Like ScHoolboy Q I
on my way and I don't mean brag so
Ima keep it lowkey for now and when I got it
Man Schoolboy Q said I should fix my pockets
Steady reppin the West Coast,
lids
Never trust a nigga cold as ISIS, in the lab tryna break some vices
Slugging demons I don't like my likeness, mind is broken like I'm Harley Q
Flex krn Q ke….
No I dont Flex it , I put facts , You know who the best is , I rap Sick , 

Slow flow jiven Sk 

Raub ho to Pen pe

Roll bro kry lgy
on me now if I ain't got it off
My jeans a couple beans, my jacket worth a Q of soft
I wear $1000 fit and still go shop at Ross
I ain't wanna be shit but
J.Dot, don't forget to pass that to a real nigga
I'm about to cook this shit
Dat Heat

Q We Made Another One

Q We cookin'

Woah Woah

I see him
better retire or hide in shadows

[Q-Unique]
All I see is superb female speciments that'll make trouble to get me in
If I was born a woman I'd be a lesbian
put it on the book
If I feel some type of way Imma come put it in the booth
And I'm on my P's and Q's so I'll be asking who is you

Who is you? Who is

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