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Mister Quasar

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I be tired of saying it again
I'm tired of playing to fin
We any percenters
We'll bind him again then get what I want
Call him a looseleaf a hole in the man
Then hold him again
We empty his pockets
Paper was blank
We writing commandments
Bring back the mammoths
Size that bitch up
Then put that punk out on a hanger
We be dividing them up no remainders
Take your bitch ass to bed get your retainer on
From day to dawn
We styling then riling them up
You niggas in danger
Certified Banger
You could say bullets are songs
To me I consider them psalms
These niggas are soft
They like Mister Softee's
Soon as it's hot they start talking
Niggas ain't ready to blossom
Umpire toss them
I'm playing opossum
Wait till the moment's right then I jump off them
I'm saving Gotham
You could say darkness is me
But really I'm trying to run Harlem
I'm not the Column, Bitch I'm the street
So when you hear the tar is talking
Know that it's me
It's Quasar's industry
And we're Coming to procure the game
No Amateurs, lame
We leaving them nameless
Show them what pain is
Taking the leaf
They going on leave
These niggas is shameless
Show them what shame is
Never see peace again
Release the man
Then pick up the slack
Let go of nothing
Then get that bitch back
And by the time you niggas ready to tax
Man I'm tired of
Tired of
Tired of
I be tired of saying it again
I'm tired of playing to fin
We any percenters
We'll bind him again then get what I want
Call him a looseleaf a hole in the man
Then hold him again
We empty his pockets
Paper was blank
We writing commandments
Bring back the mammoths
Size that bitch up
Then put that punk on a hanger
Put that punk out on a hanger
(Put that punk out on a hanger, huh)
Put that punk out on a hanger
(Put that punk out on a hanger, huh)
Put that punk out on a hanger
(Put that punk out on a hanger, huh)
Put that punk out on a hanger
(Put that punk out on a, oh shit)
Put that punk out on a hanger
(Put that punk out on a hanger, huh)
Put that punk out on a hanger
(Put that punk out on a hanger, huh)
Put that punk out on a hanger
(Put that punk out on a hanger, huh)
Put that punk out on a hanger
(Put that punk out on a hanger, huh)
Pick up the check
Then check on my pick
We working the pecs
You taking the piss
Don't got intellect, you can't keep up with this
we can't trade no hits cause you'd cry to your bitch
Pick up the check
Then check on my pick
We working the pecs
You taking the piss
Don't got intellect, you can't keep up with this
we can't trade no hits cause you'd cry to your (Aye)
I'm with the shits, no 'Shenanigans'
I'm with the fists and we craving ones
I'm ready to run it
You niggas be running like
Made to run niggas get dusted for fun
I'm making food in your restaurants
I'm never finished won't pass the blunt
I'm with the shits no 'Shenanigans'
We ran the bunch like Manson, uh
I'm moving like I'm doing dances (uh)
You slithering don't got no chances (uh)
Your shorty unbuckled her pants for us
we ran the dust
We break it and break it in
Lean in my stream call it 'Twitch'
We cleaning the scene I'm a wolf in this shit
I'm bumping that 'Jamba' while I smoke Ganja
Put that on Donda, you're nothing more than a bitch
You're nothing more than a bitch
You're nothing more than a bitch

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