DQ Prill – Your Worst Nightmare

DQ Prill – Your Worst Nightmare Lyrics

Artist: DQ Prill
Song: Your Worst Nightmare

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Flex my bag with my wrist, that sh#t went up by ten
Call up your shooters, they run up with tans

I’m with my clique, finna blow me some bands
Run up on me n#gg#, throw up some hands
You wanna talk, niggs show me your fans
You is cop n#gg#, go to your feds

Who in your block, tried to run up on ted
Cut the fake stories, b#tch there ain’t no ted
Live around trees, yeah my money be growing
Snatched me a bag on release, keep it going

She throw it back for a lease, your b#tch hoing
Sent her to space, in a mo’ f#cking boeing
Your side chick here damn. these hoes keep on coming
I’m only onе man, b#tch don’t ask if it’s c#mming

Don’t invite to sh#t, b#tch you know I ain’t coming
Damn, .9 heat him up like an ovеnYou might also like
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Release Year: 2015

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