Mr. Quick Fix

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Jaydiante

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(Moneymade Muzic)
What Huh Aye
Ioon do no picnics
Bitch I serve quick fix
Said f*ck me now you miss me you mad you can't be with me
The net they tryna diss me
But still ain't hit me
Line em up he crispy he must been drunk or tipsy
Printer that don't even print that lil bitch just ain't shit
Her part must been a skit I trap that gas I still ain't broke my wrist
Runoff on plugs with counterfeits
Hoodrich still servin nicks
I'm on they ass like ticks I get one shot my ass won't fucking miss
Call your man's you need some help get the towel you need the ref
Head first just like phelps ain't have no socks and I ain't have no belts
Still pop pills for the pain I felt and mask up for that shit I smelt
Tryna watch my health I mean my wealth
I'm tired of buying scales
And I can't never tell it f*ck me up when bra ain't send no mail
Think I'm goin to hell but I'm so blessed I told you I can't tell
We blow smoke don't inhale these yops be cheap the smoke it ain't for sale
He want some fame but cap on niggas name that ain't no damn male
Niggas leavin paper trails shocked as f*ck like this ain't for real
Niggas switchin up don't give no f*ck but it's some anger here
We spin dese niggas blocks we switch dem plates n then we outta here
I picked it up ain't volunteer
I'm gettin mine like I had care
Ioon do no picnics
Bitch I serve quick fix
Said f*ck me now you miss me you mad you can't be with me
The net they tryna diss me
But still ain't hit me
Line em up he crispy he must been drunk or tipsy
Printer that don't even print that lil bitch just ain't shit
Her part must been a skit I trap that gas I still ain't broke my wrist
Runoff on plugs with counterfeits
Hoodrich still servin nicks
I'm on they ass like ticks I get one shot my ass won't fucking miss
Rocked inside-out underwear this shit be stank like skunk in here
Niggas make us mad then that's yo ass and we gon dump in here
Can't cap wish I was drunk in here you ride and I'm gon fuckin steer
Eighteen and I was drinkin with the bros they got me making cheers
These niggas on my Dick but keep it real they on my damn nerves
I want a niggas try me gon record em on the damn curb
Don't even kap on songs I say that shit den dats my damn word
Bitch my name jd dis shìt A1 just like a password
Ioon do no picnics
Bitch I serve quick fix
Said f*ck me now you miss me you mad you can't be with me
The net they tryna diss me
But still ain't hit me
Line em up he crispy he must been drunk or tipsy
Printer that don't even print that lil bitch just ain't shit
Her part must been a skit I trap that gas I still ain't broke my wrist
Runoff on plugs with counterfeits
Hoodrich still servin nicks
I'm on they ass like ticks I get one shot my ass won't fucking miss

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