Top Songs By San Quinn
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
San Quinn
Künstler:in
Boo Banger
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
San Quinn
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Abel Guzman
Mischtechniker:in
Fritz Sieg
Mischtechniker:in
The Automatic
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Lyrics
I'm one of them masters, yeah
And it's Brad Possum
That's it
Slippin' to the darkness with all us niggas, we charges
Livin' everyday like we lawless niggas, it's ballin'
Smartest, we're makin' margin, margin, makin' that cake
Paper on the line, a real hustler never waits
Hoes on the line, put bitches up on them brakes
Them bitches ain't comin' through, these bitches just buyin' apes
Big enough for flying up out of state
Eating good, M-L Peters getting money, me and Lace
Having dinner in Salinas when I'm with the homies stretch
Every gram worth savoring, don't try to make it stretch
I know it's all there, I ain't even gotta guess
Niggas so mafia, ain't even gotta stress
Put homies on they feet, we never too oppressed
Got weed to grow, machines to compress
Have a smart mind, you can ball with a thug
Have your card out, fam, when you come to the club
Now everybody wanna catch a body
You know these lil' niggas wanna catch a body
I came in the game, wasn't hurting nobody
These silly rappers tryna make me catch a body
Now everybody wanna catch a body
These lil niggas wanna go and catch a body
I came in the game, wouldn't hurt nobody
These silly rappers wanna make me catch a body
Mama on the way to the church, I'm prayin' she pray for us
Drama always been on the turf, not a trace of love
Forty cal up in her pocket, that's the safest gun
Hang the patriot out the window just to make 'em run
Got mail, got gal, case a nigga get it charged
Get my ripper with credit card, in and out of rented cars
Got hard white work, got a hot white bitch
And I check some nice chips, on my all night shift
Yeah, y'all might trip, nice gun, nice clip
This done deal, Quinn, and I run my ship
Fill more with the hood, let me crack my whip
Frisco with my beef, I can back my lip
Yeah, niggas in the bay, we can rap like this
We don't get away, then we act like this
Pull the strap like this, then you do backflips
Every time that Mack kick Mack kick (Mack kick)
Now everybody wanna catch a body
You know these lil niggas wanna catch a body
I came in the game, wasn't hurting nobody
These silly rappers tryna make me catch a body
Now everybody wanna catch a body
These lil niggas wanna go and catch a body
I came in the game, wouldn't hurt nobody
These silly rappers wanna make me kick your body
Look, nickel nine liquor, floss you die quicker
Stop his human motion, now he just a pitcher
Bang the moon junior, I'm always the victor
Got the strap bigger, these young niggas sicker
I beat the odds, his mama yelling "Dear God"
As we catch bodies, like the guys on the cheer squad
Quinn said "Go ahead, bang shine like a new day
Top spot empty, say hello to the toupee
The Kush fresh out the jar, the flow raw caviar
Hunnits point prints, I gave my side CPR
Real niggas we forever like tattoos
You end up in a box or a bag like fast food
Now everybody wanna catch a body
You know these lil niggas wanna catch a body
I came in the game, wouldn't hurt nobody
These silly rappers tryna make me catch a body
Now everybody wanna catch a body
These lil niggas wanna go and catch a body
I came in the game, wouldn't hurt nobody
These silly rappers wanna make me catch a body
Writer(s): Gene Thornton, Ronald Lillard, Brandon Miller
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