Health quan (Ft. heygwuapo)
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[Chorus: quan]
I cannot fuck with no ho, that shit not good for my health
Choppa gon' fill that boy up, I know that’s not good for his health
I should count my bread, [?] that’s my wealth
Tell me that’s she fed up, tell that girl go somewhere else
[Verse 1: quan]
I do this all by myself, [?] myself
Free all the guys and [?]
Damn, fake niggas, they grow old
I said go, chop gon' put a nigga on the floor
Trap nigga, as you should
Bro, my trap niggas [?]
Want smoke, nigga, what’s good?
I got rich niggas eating good, yeah
That nigga laying in blood
Tried to be me, they my son, wait
[?] nigga on fire
My shit fire nigga, number one
Shot that boy outside with his son
U not a trap nigga, u just run
Big Glock set em' up
Yeah, big Glock got it tucked, I got a K, nigga, you getting fucked
[Chorus: quan]
I cannot fuck with no ho, that shit not good for my health
Choppa gon' fill that boy up, I know that’s not good for his health
I should count my bread, [?] that’s my wealth
Tell me that’s she fed up, tell that girl go somewhere else
I cannot fuck with no ho, that shit not good for my health
Choppa gon' fill that boy up, I know that’s not good for his health
I should count my bread, [?] that’s my wealth
Tell me that’s she fed up, tell that girl go somewhere else
[Verse 1: quan]
I do this all by myself, [?] myself
Free all the guys and [?]
Damn, fake niggas, they grow old
I said go, chop gon' put a nigga on the floor
Trap nigga, as you should
Bro, my trap niggas [?]
Want smoke, nigga, what’s good?
I got rich niggas eating good, yeah
That nigga laying in blood
Tried to be me, they my son, wait
[?] nigga on fire
My shit fire nigga, number one
Shot that boy outside with his son
U not a trap nigga, u just run
Big Glock set em' up
Yeah, big Glock got it tucked, I got a K, nigga, you getting fucked
[Chorus: quan]
I cannot fuck with no ho, that shit not good for my health
Choppa gon' fill that boy up, I know that’s not good for his health
I should count my bread, [?] that’s my wealth
Tell me that’s she fed up, tell that girl go somewhere else
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