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QuayDee — Face
Artist: → QuayDee
QuayDee — Face — lyrics
{Intro: Quaydee & Benjicold}
Uhhh, yeah, mingo, lets go
Yeah, ha, haha
Mingo, haha, Quaydee’
Yeah’
{Verse: Benjicold}
I’m laughin’ our way to the bank
You fuckin a hoe, and she stank
And im sippin’ that wock and its pink
He talkin’ that shit but that lil nigga 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)
Bitch i get that bag wha’ fuck did you think
Bitch im that foreign and i switch lanes (yeah)
Bitch im clean like some bleach, butcha’ lil ass is a stain (yeah, stain)
I remember being big as hell in that helmutlang (ha, ha) (yeah)
Now this bitch she calling my phone sayin’ she my fan (she my fan)
Told that pussy ass nigga leave me lonе (ha, ha)
You’on know my names james (my name jamеs)
Hop in motha fuckin’ hellcat skrt (ha) (hellcat, aye)
That bitch like aye (skrt)
Fuckin tha’ mafuckin’ ho and im fuckin’ that bih
Fuck her face (fuckin’ her face)
{Verse 1: Quaydee}
They be like Quaydee you crashin’
Thats what i do when i get out my lane (yeah)
I’m tryna chill but im done being passive
The next nigga play getting shot in the face (blah)
My niggas 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 niggas be plane
{Bridge: Quaydee}
Remember the day when i wah’ havin nothing
But nigga today man that just ain’t the case
I was a young nigga head vv’s, now i got vv’s all on my waste
Niggas be hopin that boy be the police
I swear the boys be the mafuckin jakes
Onna’ ya nigga that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (?)
Remember the day when i wah’ havin nothing
But nigga today man that just ain’t the case
I was a young nigga head vv’s, now i got vv’s all on my waste
Niggas be hopin that boy be the police
I swear the boys be the mafuckin jakes
Onna’ ya nigga that carry a sword, be with my dawgs im finna (?)
{Verse 2: Quaydee}
Step on yo face till it break (what)
Whats on my back its a mafuckin’ k (ah k)
I can not carry the weight
Yeah im skinny but my pockets they so outta shape
Quaydee your causing (?)
I don’t give a fuck ima shoot on my way
Young nigga be on some savage shit
You got a average bitch, im finna fuck 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 pussy and blue hunnids catnip
Fuck with the gang nigga ggo wack shit
Told that bih (?) ima fax it
Twenty five gram a nigga how he taxin’
Bitch ima turn a nigga into some past tense
I lift some weight up off him like he fastin’
What size she is? im just askin
Lil bitch im just playing you can’t get her back bitch
Aright lights camorra, real action
Play with the gang and my niggas get active
Fuckin your new bitch 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 mafuckin casket
Toatin that gun but i know that you bitch made
Why you got it you not finna blast it
Fuckin my ex bitch on to the next bitch
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 mafuckin jerk
The draco singing like lil vert, wait no the drac finna sing like a drac
{Outro: Quaydee}
A drac, yeah drac finna spit in his face
Bad bitch invited me over she just tryna come over
She just tryna give me that face
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