Quin Nfn & Beatdemons - Fundip 
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#QuinNFN #Beatdemons #Fundip

Lyrics:
Yea yea yeah
That thing glued to me
Beatdemons in yo ear
Yeah

I'm clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich

Asked her what she's on she said some paper that make both of us
I came up out that dirty by myself niggas wasn't coaching us
This drank aint round a clip talking wockisha we can toast it up
I might get a little facial from your bay to help me sober up
The city claim lil quin the one lowkey that shit honoring
And any nigga play bound to get his issue I can promise you
I just hit yo chick and now I'm dipping like a condiment
She came to come swallow cuz the condo look astonishing
Baby K came with some breast to flex should of did modeling
Aint just for some neck she asked for sex I wont acknowledge you
Popped a Percocet just for the stressed and woke up vomiting (Damn)
New Baliency runners look like guns I be vibing em
Know we in the fields like some linemen how we tackle blocks
New cartier this forty one double M look like a apple watch
known to sit em down just like a lounge we out here passing shots
Why you at the crib sitting on your ass you want a bag or not?

I'm clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip (Boom Boom)
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip (run)
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah i did)
I aint want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me (we good)
I aint cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me
We gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity (boom boom boom)
Know we trained to go boy hate yo hoe cuz she be choosing me (hate yo bitch)

Then go hit the road for that new pack cuz it got flew to me (it got flew )
Niggas leave they side when we come slide it happens usually
We the ones getting pussy niggas kick out the community (pussy)
Whole click full of steppers they know all the shooters cool with me
They fucking supporters they said Quincho and them some fan lovers
Aint no pick or choosers we will serve this to yo grandmother (damn)
Might go get that switch like a bad kid and make my hand stutter
I aint got to move at all Ill just let them bands touch ya
Come and play with quin the situation gone be hideous
Me and bro was outside all summer furb-a-findieous
Drop down a we (Pew-Pew-Pew-Boom) and show we serious
This stick will make a nigga say oooweeee like bobby bill (damn)

I'm clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip (Boom Boom)
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)
now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip (run)
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah I did)
I aint want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me
I aint cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me
We gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity
Know we trained to go boy hate yo hoe cuz she be choosing me

Fundip

Quin Nfn & Beatdemons - Fundip

they like my style cause its kinda unique

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Quin Nfn & Beatdemons - Pixy Stix 
Link: beatdemons.lnk.to/PixyStix




#QuinNFN #Beatdemons #PixyStix 

Lyrics:
(Ay Beatdemons what the fuck is this)

I been reaping all my benefits
I still be busting hoes down
Scoop her up and make her pull her clothes down

And if she don't, I need a different bitch
What cha call it, all inside her beverage
Alcoholic ho gon' let me use her credit
I fuck around and bought a benz with this

Hey, my baby mama fucking dude
But dude, baby mama let me fuck her too
So I ain't never really give a shit
Old head hit the dope and felt that power

In the hood, walking for hours
Cause that youngin served em powder like a pixy stix
Ayy, niggas capping, I can't side with em
All I know is get some guapy jeans

And put my spine in em
I came out the dark, but all my cuban links got shine in em (Bing)
Pop the bitch outside the parking lot
I ain't waste no time with em

Nigga hit my phone trying to buy weed, but I don't sell smoke
Hit the pussy with a wrestler move
The rocks, elbows, the laws think
I'm the big man of this shit, what I'm gon' tell for

My daddy put a child inside my mama
That's when hell broke (broke ass)
This shit'll go bad
You can't even pop up on this block if you ain't got no pass

I got in that pussy, couldn't even get off
It was so trash (damn)
All these niggas wanna see me down, but they look broke ass
huh huh Ayy, I can't send the Lo

And let em find out where I be at
Treat his ass in public
Might let everybody come see
Push up, make it rugged, make your partna and dem play D

They say like mike give me lemons
I fuck around, got lemons squeezed
No more 10 or G's
Fuck the red bone hoe, look just like Alicia Keys

Black on black chopper
This bitch big as Kenny G
I been stretching life, but when I'm hot, this shit a breeze
She don't want no fake gang

All the niggas hoes really
I just bought some Prada sneakers
Had to put my toes in it
If she don't roll my weed while on the road, then she can't roll with me

I get on your ass, you beef with bro, that's just a code in me
A lot of glocks and drums
While at the shows, I got the bros with me
Perfect timing, need to thaw out the diamonds

Bitch's froze really
Buggy hoe got naked, shake it, tryna snatch the soul in me
And I been in the stu, ain't shit to do
I'm in that mode really

Baby Nine gon' shoot like a 4-0, but this bitch half the size
He got in the stu, start rappin' lies
He soft as apple pie
Know he mad, this bitch start clappin' thighs, cause I'm that rapper guy

You can't hit this weed, you outta line
I can't even pass the vibe (I be reaping all my benefits)
I still be bustin' hoes down
Scoop her up and make her pull her clothes down

And if she don't, I need a different bitch
What cha call it, all inside her beverage
alcoholic ho gon' let me use her credit
I fuck around and bought a benz with this

Hey, my baby mama fucking dude
But dude, baby mama let me fuck her too
So I ain't never really give a shit
Old head hit the dope and felt that power

In the hood walkin' for hours
Cause that youngin' served him powder like a pixy stix

Pixy Stix

Quin Nfn & Beatdemons - Pixy Stix

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PIXELATED KISSES

Mississippi

[Verse]
The river whispers
Slow and wide
It holds the stories
It won’t confide
Mud on my boots
Heart in my hand

[Chorus]
Mississippi ooooo
My beloved Mississippi
You’re the song I never planned

[Verse 2]
Cypress knees rise from the swampy ground
A banjo’s cry is the only sound
Sun sinks low
Paints the land

[Chorus]
Mississippi ooooo
My beloved Mississippi
You’re the home I understand

[Bridge]
Cotton fields stretch like a faded dream
The moonlight dances on the lazy stream
Every mile feels like a hymn

[Chorus]
Mississippi ooooo
My beloved Mississippi
You’re the rhythm in my skin

Mississippi

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NO I NOT A NAZI. I'M A LOVE NAZI. 
AS IN I FORCEFULLY SPREAD MY REGIME OF LOVE

LYRICS:

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST
PULL UP WITH A K ON MY RIFLE THAT’S WHAT THE HOLO COST

TEACHER SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL MAKING THOSE ANIMATIONS
SHUT YO APPLE EATING ASS UP AND DO SOME LAMINATIONS


I TEAR A PAGE OUT THE BIBLE IF I BE OUT OF PAPERS
IDLE NIGGAS WORSHIPING IDOLS PUT ACID IN YO WAFERS

PASTOR SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL GETTING THAT BOOMING
DID I ASK YA PUSSY NIGGA YOU A HUMAN…


AND IMMA BE A STAR SOON
WAVY LIKE A,HAB HIT THAT NIGGA WITH THE HARPOON
SAVE ME I MAY, HAVE PULLED THE TRIGGA ATE SOME HARD SHROOMS
MAYBE IM FA,DED BUT I WIGGLE LIKE A CARTOON

YEAH, IIIIIII FEEL LIKE A CARTOON

I’M IN YO DEVICES
PERPETUATE YOUR VICES
IN CRISIS BUT IM THE NICEST
ALWAYS EAT YOUR FOOD WITH SPICES

PAY ATTENTION TO THE PRICES
DONT BE MADE INTO A SUCKA
YOU WONT HAVE ENOUGH FOR SUPPER
KEEP YA NUMBERS ON THE UPPER

TUPPO-WEAR EATING 
MY SEATING STEADY ON THE CARPET
I PARK IT AND THEN I SPARK IT
NO MARKETING HITTING TARGETS

I HIT LIKE GUITAR PICK
THAT STRUMMING OR LIKE DRUM
THAT BE GUNNING YOU DOWN FO FUN
I CHUCKLE AND THEN I RUN

RUN UP I DUMP IT OUT
HE WANNA THUMP IT OUT 
COKE IN A MOUNTAIN
MY BITCH GOTTA LUMP IT OUT

DONT DO NO ARGUMENTS 
PULL UP NO PARKING IT
YOU HEAR THE SOUND
WHEN MY NIGGAS IS SPARKING IT

I GOT TWO HANDS ON THAT BITCH I WONT DOUBLE BACK
I GOT THAT COOKIE IT DOUBLE WRAP

I GOT GELATO IN CUBAN TOBACCO
I POPPED A NEW BOTTLE AND BLEW OUT HER BACK HOE


I ACT LIKE A WACKO
I SPIT LIKE IM CHEWING ON YOU AND DONT KNOW WHAT
TO DO WITH THE GOO
YOU A SLIMEY ASS NIGGA YOU DRIP LIKE A GARBAGE BAG
TRY ME ILL ALWAYS PULL UP WITH A LARGER MAG

BUILT LIKE AN ARMORY
NIGGAS GOT NO CHACE OF HARMING ME
SMOKE UP A GARDEN G
I THINK IT HARDEN ME
I AM NOT HURTING MY PAIN IS TOO FAR TO SEE
BITCH IF WE KICK IT NO WAY YOU SAY NAW TO WEED


OR TO POPPING A BOTTLE
WE POP HIM HE WADDLE
I AINT NEVER DODDLE
IM KICKING THE THROTTLE
WHILE FUCKING A MODEL
I STAY AS DRAWING
YO LIFE IS NOVEL
AND MOST OF IT AWFUL

NOBODY READ   NO MORE I STAY ON THE SCREEN YOU WHORE
YOU PAY TO GET TO SEEN
YOU POOR
DONT PLAY FOR NO TEAM
IM BORED

TALKING THAT SHIT YO LIP LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE
WALK IN THAT BITCH SHOOT THE BRICKS OUT YO CASTLE
YOU ONE DEM NIGGA NOT PURSE IT’S A SATCHEL
THAT SHIT A PURSE BUT IT’S LESS OF A HASSLE

WHY IT GOT TASSELS?

WHY IT GOT TASSELS ON IT?
I WONT PASS THE CHRONIC TO YA
SUPER SONIC HOOVER
VACCUM BITCH
I PACK HER SMACKING LIPS
MY DICK ATTACK HER 
SLIP INSIDE HER BACKEND QUICK

STACKING CHIPS LIKE IT’S A PRINGLE CAN 
LET’S GET IT CRACKING BITCH NIGGA BRING IT THEN

BRING IT THEN

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST


BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT
CHOP STICK GET ATE
FUCK YO FATE
CHANGE YO FUCKING STATE

UNDER SEWER GRATES
PUT THE STOCK UP TO MY WAIST
I MAKE YOU FLIP
LIKE A CAKE
FUCK YO ZIP YO COOKIE FAKE

I TEND TO TRIP 
WHEN I BAKE
PUT TOBACCO IN MY FACE
BITCH OFF THE RIP
I BE LACED
GO OUTSIDE AND CATCH A CASE

THE PUSSY WET 
FROM THE MACE
RIOT DYING IN THE STREET
KEEP UP THE PACE
FUCK YOU SLOWING FOR WE RACING
ON OUR FEET
WE MOVE WITH HASTE


I’M AMAZED
ALL THESE NIGGAS FALLING OFF
FREE FOURTEEN 
ALL THESE OTHER RAPPERS SOFT
SPIDER GANG
CHOPPA COUGH

BITCH ON PAPER I LOOK GREATER THAN PRESIDENTS
SET PREPOSTEROUS PRECEDENTS
GOT A ROSTER OF RESONANCE COPPER?
BOTHER THE RESIDENTS PROPER
STOCKING YOUR EVIDENCE LOCKER
MEDICINE SET IN’LL STOP YOUR
HEAD IN A DROPPER
I KEEP THE LEAD IN A YAPPA
I GET TO POPPING YA TOP OR
YA LEGS AND SEVER SPIT RED 
AND I DROP YA 
DEAD AND IN HEAVEN WITH PAPA

(I WRITE TOO MANY LYRICS FOR SOUNDCLOUD TO HANDLE)

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