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Quagan
72
Hip-Hop
Quagan è stato pubblicato il 26 agosto 2026 da LLOADED come parte dell'album Nothing Personal
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Data di uscita26 agosto 2026
EtichettaLLOADED
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
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Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

(julioo!)
Too much Quagen, I don't know how much I'm supposed to pour
Hol' on, wait, I don't know that bitch, no, she just fanned out on the low
My name gettin' bigger, I can't keep this shit on the low
He didn't e'en know what Glock I had, I hopped out that bitch, hit a ghost (whoa)
His neck (neck), that's what they aimin' for (for), yeah, she wet (wet), she comin' down off the clothes
In a C8 (C8), hop out, the cannon, I'm blowin', they tried to pull up on me, I'm scorin'
Bougie lil' bitch, I'ma buy her Chanel, know he tried to run from the Drac' and he fell (yeah)
They mad 'cause we senin' bro 'nem to hell (yeah)
Now I'm on a drank, movin' slow like a snail, like a turtle or somethin'
Flip the boy like a burger or somethin', all black like a burglar or somethin'
I roll up a 'Wood, I'm solvin' my problems with terps, now I'm tryna burn a lil' somethin'
"How you rap like that?" I don't know, it just come (uh)
She say I'm a vamp 'cause I don't fuck with the sun
I still ain't lackin', I'm in Orlando walkin' around in this bitch with a button
Can't get no chicken nowadays, they'll try to kill you like PnB
No, these **** ain't seein' me, I'm in the trap, no 'Bnb
Yeah, I wanna have me a lil' girl so I can drip her in Double C
I'm in L.A. ridin' in an Escalade, in the back of V, yeah, yeah
You make me not wanna leave, it ain't even 'bout you bein' a freak
I like how you treat me like a king, 20 thousand for yo' ring
This real life, this not no dream, baby, I'ma do all them type of things
You like how I'm treatin' you like a queen, yeah, I'm on Percs, but I ain't no fiend
Too much Quagen, I don't know how much I'm supposed to pour
Hol' on, wait, I don't know that bitch, no, she just fanned out on the low
My name gettin' bigger, I can't keep this shit on the low
He didn't e'en know what Glock I had, I hopped out that bitch, hit a ghost (whoa)
His neck (neck), that's what they aimin' for (for), yeah, she wet (wet), she comin' down off the clothes
In a C8 (C8), hop out, the cannon, I'm blowin', they tried to pull up on me, I'm scorin'
Bougie lil' bitch, I'ma buy her Chanel, know he tried to run from the Drac' and he fell (yeah)
They mad 'cause we senin' bro 'nem to hell (yeah)
Now I'm on a drank, movin' slow like a snail, like a turtle or somethin'
Written by: LLOADED
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