Lyrics:
buy a map Not all roads will always lead to well-known Rome Some can find a quag Where does this weird noise come from? Are these sounds of my world?
up Give away my pussy offer Xanny, I might murder ya I just pop the quag and I don't give a fuck Mix it with the green, hit the soda, how you live it
ya keep our composer Roll you in a joint light you up and smoke ya Only take so much shwag made me quag and gag It's time to smoke some pehnap so I
the corner crazy off the Quag', I left the fender loose Treat her like a Frappuccino, hit her with the blender move I'm on the one side of things, active
was a jit man this fr My og tried to get us out that hood but she can’t still When I blow up she ain never finna want for shit fr Why quag so real
you weep Sitting next to barrels of milk We ner'more see their ilk Four miles of ruthless quag Half way down a couple of hogs their blonde eyelashes
you on yo ass And I do not smoke on no grass but quag do he smoak you like some gas I was depending on people so I blame myself for downfall Finally
Will I feel it tomorow, or will die today?... (hate) Killing quag on my way (on my way), Selfish bitches come again (selfish bitches cum), Motherfuckers
watching Mike Myers Fuck it if I leave a duckling of mine mired In the quag, running in the sand, screaming fire! fire! 'Cause of some dude called Hezekiah
felt somewhat witty And also a bit tipsy So I dropped the bomb after having a quag Filthy Five bout to be Filthy Four Cause just like my dad we'll leave
away It seem like everybody flashy take they chain away I tell the guys the must stay dangerous in the safest way Can they let quag off house arrest
SCRAPING FORGIS NO TRIPPING WE RIDING IM DOUBLING BACK AINT NO DUCKING NO HIDING THAT KIMBER LIKE WALKER IM LEAKING YA NOGGIN A FOUR OF THE QUAG GOT ME
Wallow in the mire cuz the quag is outta style Yo' I'm bout to buy 'em up Amount to quite a gust of wind, Augusta quiet once again August burning red Like
his place Quag in my cup take this drank to the face That fuck nigga think he can play no way Spray they shit up no face closed case He was sweet with
Now we need some chalk Mix some Trisst with the Quag I call that dirty Wock I bucked a left, then bucked a right Now twelve they losing me Your bitch
give enough I almost caught her body ridin' round down in Council Bluffs I only fuck with Wocky I don't fuck around with Quag or tux She put that
(Damjonboi) 672 It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga Dog Shit Militia Should I mix the 'Pane with the Quag'? Been
know I'mma do what I want I was looking for love She was looking for lust DTB ain't no girl I could trust I go away And I'm sipping the Quag' I'mma stay
the hook out Pull up to the spot, still pain, Quag', Wocky, Tris We got that, we got this, we got yeah, we got nah This bitch hotter than
sippin' Quag', pour it out like my soul Would've thought it pushed him first, brodie beatin' up the road Bitches throwin' pussy at me, I ain't think about
Tris when I can't find that Wok I sip Wok when I can't find that Quag I got Hydrocodone Promethazine inside my drink I've been sippin' so much fuckin'
Search the waters, search the skies Search the lands, be all eyes Search the earth and search the quag For a way I tough the dark Medieval songs
Me Waitin', Yes, I'm Caught In A Quag No, I Can't Get It Off My Mind She Keeps Me Waitin' And I Feel It's A Drag 'Cause I Can't Find The Way
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