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Quency - C'MON Lyrics



Quency - C'MON Lyrics




Quency fosho
Me is really him come on
You's still in doubt come on
Just tryna have a decent talk with the fine shit
Now she telling me she turned on

Real trap shit come on
I ain't gonna chase I ain't a pawn
F*ck a strap, f*ck your clique, f*ck your zone
I don't run, I don't cheat, I just own nigga

I just be real good looking for real
I don't mind bout a lens or a mirror
Way too calm for this shit it's contagious
Stay away or you might catch the fever
Be afraid there's lil demons out there who gon trip you
And down bad to infect your timber
They be eating them things like amoeba then tearing them rubbers
And telling you deeper

Uncle q fosho and them tracks getting hard
Though some niggas think it's out the blue
Mandem f*ck the numbers, f*ck the charts
My music come one not a two
Feeling stoned in this bitch am I Ru
Living double lives bitch am I Gru
Simpy shorties be thinking am rude
Simpy niggas disgust me, hawk tuah

Quency fosho
Me is really him come on
You's still in doubt come on
Just tryna have a decent talk with the fine shit
Now she telling me she turned on

Real trap shit come on
I ain't gonna chase I ain't a pawn
F*ck a strap, f*ck your clique, f*ck your zone
I don't run, I don't cheat, I just own nigga

Whore, whore, whore, whore, whore, whore whore, whore
You a whore, you a whore, you a whore, you a whore, you a whore, you a whore, slut, whore

Friends with benefits, bang bro
Natural hair shawty gimme head fro
Busty bubble booty into anal
Make her hit notes in soprano
Oh my ghad

The want prince charming and they want a beast
They like it humble buh they want it pissed
I want me some cake with whole lotta yeast
You wanna take shots, nigga better not miss
I was just capping when me and ten kissed
I was just playing I ain't got a list
Yeah uhn, lil fine ting from east you can't cuff that shit
That shit for the streets

Me is really him come on
You's still in doubt come on
Just tryna have a decent talk with the fine shit
Now she telling me she turned on

Real trap shit come on
I ain't gonna chase I ain't a pawn
F*ck a strap, f*ck your clique, f*ck your zone
I don't run, I don't cheat, I just own nigga
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English

Quency fosho
Me is really him come on
You's still in doubt come on
Just tryna have a decent talk with the fine shit
Now she telling me she turned on

Real trap shit come on
I ain't gonna chase I ain't a pawn
F*ck a strap, f*ck your clique, f*ck your zone
I don't run, I don't cheat, I just own nigga

I just be real good looking for real
I don't mind bout a lens or a mirror
Way too calm for this shit it's contagious
Stay away or you might catch the fever
Be afraid there's lil demons out there who gon trip you
And down bad to infect your timber
They be eating them things like amoeba then tearing them rubbers
And telling you deeper

Uncle q fosho and them tracks getting hard
Though some niggas think it's out the blue
Mandem f*ck the numbers, f*ck the charts
My music come one not a two
Feeling stoned in this bitch am I Ru
Living double lives bitch am I Gru
Simpy shorties be thinking am rude
Simpy niggas disgust me, hawk tuah

Quency fosho
Me is really him come on
You's still in doubt come on
Just tryna have a decent talk with the fine shit
Now she telling me she turned on

Real trap shit come on
I ain't gonna chase I ain't a pawn
F*ck a strap, f*ck your clique, f*ck your zone
I don't run, I don't cheat, I just own nigga

Whore, whore, whore, whore, whore, whore whore, whore
You a whore, you a whore, you a whore, you a whore, you a whore, you a whore, slut, whore

Friends with benefits, bang bro
Natural hair shawty gimme head fro
Busty bubble booty into anal
Make her hit notes in soprano
Oh my ghad

The want prince charming and they want a beast
They like it humble buh they want it pissed
I want me some cake with whole lotta yeast
You wanna take shots, nigga better not miss
I was just capping when me and ten kissed
I was just playing I ain't got a list
Yeah uhn, lil fine ting from east you can't cuff that shit
That shit for the streets

Me is really him come on
You's still in doubt come on
Just tryna have a decent talk with the fine shit
Now she telling me she turned on

Real trap shit come on
I ain't gonna chase I ain't a pawn
F*ck a strap, f*ck your clique, f*ck your zone
I don't run, I don't cheat, I just own nigga
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Writer: Keith Eram
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Quency
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Keith Eram
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