Letra de Boss Blues - Quin NFN

(Feat. Sauce Walka)

I lost granny I had to hit the knees

Diamonds on white tees

Walk inside the club don't ID's cause we in VIP

Everything I do is B.I.G before a G.I.G

Nowadays it's Christian Dior sneaks but it was L.R.G (nigga)

Ain't no need for searchin' we gone sneak him in

These niggas this shit a game, this ain't no P.S.N

Now we got hits C.P.N apartment all on CNN

Free my brother Flame up out that cage, he bangin' GDM

We secured our time we been on our grind

I still talk to bros once at a time but I still hope they fine yeah

Don't go reachin' for the iron cause I can't give you mine

Niggas hatin' but they probably some fans, need to make up their mind, yeah

I got rich outside of school without a GED

We was watchin' PBS but now we visit B.E.T

All these diamonds VVS look like I signed with TMT, huh

Sittin' proper with this chopper, call me NLE

Huh huh

Dozin' off of Wock, I got a mean habit

I just spilled a tray of Trish' on this Givenchy jean jacket, nigga

And I can't spin with all my friends cause they might need practice

Ask my dawg to put me on a play he act like he ain't have it

Press and drank I call it double dose, we sell a bunch of smoke

Pull up on some MC Hammer shit cause you ain't touchin' bro

Pussy niggas tryna drop they nuts like they ain't run before

And on the stage I'm fine cause I got iron inside a bubble coat, nigga

Muggin' in the club you must not like the hoes

I just seen a dime over there fine I told her strike a pose

Lil bro probably out his body he might wipe his nose

I did this shit straight off the top like I ain't write before

All my hitters in the field this the NFL

Never do no business with no snitch cause we know he gone tell

Have you all over ABC news over squeezin' shells

Catch a case for niggas that you love, turn they back and fail

Used to fight at YMCA's then we fought in jail

Lost so many P's in the air, want to fight the mail

Breakin' in UPS trucks when we ran out of sells

Drops hit too hard I started pimpin' bitches then Chanel

Angels frownin' on me, why the demon smilin' on me?

Made a half a million dollars tried to share with my homies

The growth separate and my own men hated

It was my own team, me and my twin made it

Imagine being raised in the league full of killers

Money start to roll in, now you shootin' at your hitters

Cause they played wit' ya

Same niggas that you fed when they stayed wit' ya

Robbin' D-boys and pimps on the blade wit' ya

Fightin' other sets, really gang bang wit' ya

Now he is a lane switcher

That betrayal pain hit ya

They wonder why we flashin' all that money in these pictures

We survived the gutter nigga

Simple

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