Quandale Dingle (Quan Artest Freestyle) Lyrics

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Aye, ok, aye, ok

Aye nigga you know what I'm sayin

Niggas say that I fell off, ion even care

I just do this shit for fun

They like "Quan little nigga where you been at?"

Bitch I been counting this motherfucking cake

I got all this green bitch, I need a rake

Call me a realtor, put you in your place

I hit up your bitch and I go get a taste

And you know that I'm keeping that Glock on my waist

Shoot a nigga in his head knock off his toupee

Call a nigga jidion cause he's bald with a fade

You know I'm gonna send a nigga up if he talk down

Fuck a nigga bitch in her ass now my cock brown

Told your bitch put her titties in my mouth she's my mom now

Feeling like an A-R-A-B I'm the bomb now

I'm the bomb cause I'm blowing up again

Got my thumb in her but while I'm fucking on her friend

Yeah, turn into a monster, call me Ben 10

Got the bricks in the pot whipping in the kitchen

I don't like my bitches white, I like them coco

I dont like my bitches poor, I don't like them broke hoes

Pull up on a opp, shoot his ass L bozo

That bitch she looks like a hippo, call her moto

and I just popped a fucking bean, feel like a cholo

If that's your bitch, why the fuck she want a photo?

Pull up in a SRT, got the four door

Skirting off in a scatpack ima take your hoe bro

Okay, bitch I've been doing this for 6 years straight

Feeling like aubrey graham, I'm finna pull up with the drake

I ain't never going broke that'll never be the case

I'm the voice little nigga I'll never be the face

I don't run from nobody I'll never do the race

Got a chopper in the kitchen, know that bitch finna bake

Told a bitch come jerk on my chicken like Jamaicans

Told your bitch put her hand on my spear like an African

I'm finna take your bitch and I'm finna blow her back again

Feeling like an apple user I'm finna buy a Mac again

My dad told me to do chores, I started packing him

Getting all these racks little nigga I be stacking them

Man I always got bitches in my car, human trafficking

And these niggas say I'm fucking trash "stop rapping man"

My songs may be trash but I got your bitch laughing man

She playing with my balls, she playing with it like tennis

She's sucking on my cock, she sucking it till I finish

I stick it in fuck her, she's asking for more inches

I tell her go up in the kitchen and wash the dishes

Yeah she's blowing me kisses

Getting to the bag I got to finish the mission

Fucking on your bitch and this dick got her twitching

Only make hits little nigga, no misses

Leaving that boy on the curb

Them bullets finna make him learn

My niggas pull up on the curb

Like to fuck with these hoes I'm a jerk

Yeah, and I'm finna buy your bitch a purse

And you know that I'm smoking that purp

Got a Glock and that bitch finna burst

Yeah that boy got crossed like a church

Finna put his ass on a T-Shirt. You better learn

Backwood Russian cream finna burn

Yeah little nigga this meetings adjourned

I'm back nigga