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take off with these wings no propellers Got the vision q.b. Willie Beamon Nigga I don’t throw up in no huddle I cut up and throw ones you see me I just
barks) Catch a body nigga Niggas talk about it really try me nigga Had to kill a devil in designer linen Throw me in the jungle I come out chinchilla Q be
legends in rap we're mad gifted Raised in Astoria, Ridgewood & Jamaica Ravenswood, Q.B., Woodside will snake ya School in southside & 77 was ratchet Young
khata hu mai Mai baitha hu ghar pe 26 Umar mein Dill karta chod du rapping Fir sochta hu q chodu be? Jab dekhta hu kal ke bachhe Ye saale sab aise hai
of the lean Ain't need no more offers just peace, while the Q's be sliding with T's Ain't always EZ to believe, now i'm bussing through with the beam A bean
I said a Q.B., breakin it down Come get a quick reprise of the Midwest sound, you know The right stuff, our simplest truth Get loose, we'll set flame
seminar Better get a grip handlebar Call me the sun I'm a risin star Jails can't even go bar for bar Not even tryin & that bizarre When ya afta "Q" be who
suggestion You run from these blessings I opened my eyes Just to see that your stressing Stop using his methods I dont do discretion Q be the one or get lost
playing, dominos y’all. Body, leaking blood, watch him, vomit & crawl. Couldn’t, move his legs, on his, stomach he crawled. Wanna be, the Q.B., you just,
they ain't been f****** With they baby Ha, look, they ain't been F****** with they baby Young wild n**** chest Out about one eighty B*N Q B O Y Z n*****
Q.B.P. [IN] HEY! FELCO [I] WOW EL DESASTRE HA LLEGA’O SACA EL ANÍS QUE SE JODA LA NÓMINA NO SE APENE MA’ TO, TO, TÓMALA PRENDA LA WEED GUARAPITA Y
Seahawks, eey Seahawks, eey We do it 12style Go Hawks, eey Go Hawks, hut hut Got our Q.B. takin a knee, loss or victory Throwin' down every game,
Q be fire damn I had damn I had to put her on a track Everyday I'm grinding gats to make am All I wana do is get the paper I Dey hustle make you call
t'es rare, moi je suis rarissime T'es un petit MC Je suis EPMD appelle-moi Parrish Smith C'est du Q.B NAS, nan nan c'est 91 NUBI, S.A.N ou S.A.L.E Yes my
Rock Infamous sweatsuits and like my guns heavy You ain't ready for a street life nigga baby I'm too fowl, too grimey Too much Q.B. is inside me please
your seat so you can cop the clue Q.b.c. and killer kids never obey these rules That's why we roll deep and always carry the two Smack a nigga face,
official, I'm tryna see it with you You know they call me Q, be my Moesha Mitchell I'm like pay what you owe me, I don't play with you phonies I got enough
q.b. Anche oggi Mi sono alzato tardi Forse devo cambiare il suono della sveglia Potrei mettere quella canzone che mi piace O la voce di mia madre
and Q's Cause we be on ten, say what We on ten, say what we on ten, say what We on ten, from the end, we on ten, say what We on ten, say what Every time
than her boyfriend, he a Dobus Shit it's wild every time Q be asking for a verse I gotta talk about the bag of frustrations about her Can't believe that
quid from B&Q Nobody asks any questions Nobody will have a clue Bag o' lime and a shovel And all your problems are through Nobody asks any questions
thigh Oh, I like Tisha Star studded Q.B. From the Cucamonga Cracker Killers I know, you know, my flows On some killers shit You can call me psycho The way
a vie Fik d** tdir tir watamsah lak damak belkazii Rah tazdam fajabal kabir kay takhruj lezanqa hafi ـــــــــــــــ clhabs yeawij ma yusqamsh do** q*b
Barbie, io no Ken M-R-G-A, Man Troppe cit a barra, più due punti di Q.I So di Staten, di BX, di BK, di QB Prendo sta roba pura, metto taglio q.b Il
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