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Ty-Quan Whitesides
Ty-Quan Whitesides
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Lyrics

We just call yo bitch lil' 50 We just call yo bitch, lil' 50
She done fucked on many men **** say they the hardest in the city
I don't know what the fuck they sayin' I don't fuck with none of these ****
They like Quan in the clan, I can fuck yo main bitch
I know she goin' ho a fan Like I'm playin' **** knockin
I hit that ****, bitch, then ran I could get a assist easy
Pass that lil' bitch to my mans Yeah, I love some chocolate shit
And I love some shit that's tan I always been my own man
You ain't never seen me hold out my hand You ain't never seen Quan ask for help
****, they say them young **** out of line I don't give a fuck, I give em belt
Bitch ever try to play with Quan Ain't trippin, she played herself
Don't ever get shit twisted Ain't boston' Richie, I don't need your help
Come on, nah I don't need nothin' All I need is some fuckin' money
The whole city hit that shit Why the fuck she think she somethin
Startin' to think these beats 12 Murder the beat, I get to runnin
Yeah, she love this country slang I'm talkin' her through it, she keep on comin
Huh, yeah, she keep on nuttin You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't leavin' nothin
Bitch don't wanna act right Evicted, I hit that button
Evicted, come get your letter Dumbass bitch, I try to help her
She can fuck any **** she want She know Quan do it better
Huh, now she reminiscin' I dropped ha ass, I try to tell her
I'm like 50 and zero With these beats, I feel like Mayweather
Yeah, I'm undefeated Better stand on 10 if you try to leave me
Always been a real **** And I'ma be that till I stop breathin
Me and my **** gon' stack that pape Hungry ****, we keep eatin
I'm quick to let a broke bitch go Hate that feelin' like you leachin
Cross a bitch, **** over he Bite my style, ****, stop reachin
I'ma pop this shit so hard They gon' know my name in every region
They gon' know my name in every state Jay be goin' so hard, they like, put on the brake
Better get off your ass or that's your fate, broke
Please don't pass the ball to him, he get the ball, he choke
Huh, don't give him the ball Huh, way I'm bringin' pain To these ****, need Tylenol Huh, J forever put on for his city like Chris Paul
Huh, foot stay on necks and J don't give no fucks at all
All 24, way I walk the fuckin' beat down ****, damn near stubbed my toe
When shit get hard, you just lay down Like a bitch, get off the floor
I get fly as hell in all black I feel like a crow
And I still don't fuck with you ****, stay away like Jim Crow
Huh, huh, ****, stay away, huh Like I was a walk on for D1, I do not play, huh
Bitch, fuck up your one chance, I step back like I'm Tre
I don't fuck with you no more Get your stuff right now, today, bitch, get out
Written by: Ty-Quan Whitesides
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