Correction Lyrics Fans In Quebec Cypher by THE BOY

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Lyrics

Intro (Sir Hammy):
Frickers in school telling me, always in the barber shop
"Yung Beemer ain't 'bout this, Yung Beemer ain't 'bout that
My boy a BD on fricking Lamron and them
He, he, they say that boy don't be putting in no work"
Shut the frick up!
Y'all boys ain't on smack
All you motherfrickers talkin' 'bout
"YungBeemer ain't no hitta, Yung Beemer ain't this, Yung Beemer a fake"
Shut the frick up!
Y'all don't real with Beemer
Y'all know he got caught with a ratchet
Shootin' at the police and such
Beemer been on probation since, frickin', I don't know when
Motherfricka, stop frickin' playin' him like that
Them boys savages out there
If I catch another motherfricker talking sweet about Yung Beem
I'm fricking beating they bottom
I'm not fricking playing no more
Y'know them boys roll with CGB and them

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Verse 1 (YungBeemer):
Christmas pack hittin like Barry Bonds
Abra-ca-dabra its the ghetto wand
Side ting brunette, my main b*t*h blonde
Buzz lightyear sending you to infinity and beyond (kiss)
You got no bands, b*t*h, you a bagel
This beat shakin rooms, make u unstable
These bars noble gas, periodic table
Watch the big screen, turn the tv on, cable
Matching Audemars for the team, on deck
All my b*t*hes iced out, rocking a Patek
ATL hit Icebox, flooded out my neck
YungBeemer in the 6, I got fans in Quebec

Verse 2: (OG GRIMEY)
Yeah got fans in Quebec, aye
Came out of the jects, aye
100 milli check, aye
Geddy up next, aye
Wit the Friday mob
B-Dubs, we bout to rob
Please get a job
Just go build sh*t like bob

Verse 3: (CGB)
Got fans in Quebec
Cuz you know the gang poppin
Cashin out the checks
Know that we ain't ever stoppin
Living big, yachting
Eurosteppin, hoppin
Pass the ball to Tanga
Yea his black forces stompin

Verse 4: (Choppa Tang)
We see fans in Quebec
And you know I brought that energy
You coming at my neck?
Now you turn into an enemy
B-Dubs on a friday
100 on the dash
Left lane, highway
Wrist, water, splash

Verse 5: (THE BOY)
I got hoes in Quebec
They gon pull up in a sec
This a song you f**k yo b*t*h to
Imma put it in effect
Ay, Beemer linked with Geddy
Now we're all just piling checks
If my girl ain't sneaky linking
Well, now that b*t*h my ex
In the bridge on a friday
So you know we out here schemin
I linked up with beemer
Now my black force 1s supremin
I got your boo in the back
And she wanna drink my semen
Ay (silence….)
Turn her into a demon

Verse 6: (CRI$$ OG)
Mob got fans in Quebec
Iced out like im Lil Boat
We stay smokin Travis Scott
Don't let out the antidote
Step back, splash
Gonna hit it like i'm Herro
We still staying wet
Like the Rio de janeiro

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Verse 7: (M.C. BUNSEN)
Hot wheels in Quebec
Yeah, I stay making bands
Like Steve Jobs; turtleneck
Switch the flow up like im trans
Whorekan the way that I’m friends with ya mother
Frozone the way that I slide on the beat
3005 hoes like im Donald Glover
I don't f**k witchu, your socks ain’t elite
How you do Big Jim like that
f**ked up off one truly
You're a f**kin cook that rats, ay
Call you Ratatouille

Verse 8: (BlingBoyWonda)
I got opps out in Quebec
Bling Boy, you see the neck
Waistband strapped up with a TEC
Pushed the whip but you know I ain’t wreck, ayy
Jeep gonna break down
Got drip you might drown
New to this but gimme my crown
Lookin like IT, Boy you a clown

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