QthaPlaya - FIGHTIN

Two-tone braces fightin all my wrist and arm We can't get along they don't get alone
Two-tone braces fightin all my wrist and arm They don't get along we can't get along
Two-tone braces fightin all my wrist and arm They can't get along we can't get along
I'm in a drop top benz I don't got friends It's just me and the bad bitch 10, windows tint
Lord forgive my sins I'm rollin' Patron and Figo in my mix, she gon' get
Don't be questioning us You already know we papered up
She seen them bengys tugged She curious, she down to fuck
When in the section, no pictures Can't get caught up love
It's too many slugs Categorizing by the month
It's too many slugs I'm fuckin' groups I don't want just one
Bad lil' bitch she got a friend They bring her through she gettin' crushed
What sexy said when I'm outside on the block ah point me to the slugs
Be bitchin' flucky, paper come first How you out here fuckin' for some runtz
It's too many slugs I'm tryna fuck, ain't tryna be a man
Aint captain save a ho But I can't go, my name ain't Batman
This bitch on my dick She like my music, she my biggest fan
Got the drop, fucked this block in a day Left this dumbass with tan
A real rule boy, no question There's a new sheriff in town
When they see us, they duckin' down I ain't with the fuck around
But don't blame me Blame my neck and wrist
They cause commotion now They shinin' and they hot-headed
Man, I can't calm them down Cause I got
Two-tone braces fightin' on my wrist and arm We can't get along, they don't get along
Two-tone braces fightin' on my wrist and arm They don't get along, we can't get along
Two-tone braces fightin' on my wrist and arm They can't get along, we can't get along
Two-tone braces fightin' on my wrist and arm They don't get along, we can't get along

Written by:
Quincy Williams, Rian Lowens

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