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Last supper love Video (MV)




Performed By: Qua'jer
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Quajer Washington




Qua'jer - Last supper love Lyrics




Ap one of them one's
Of them one's
Ima hunnit
U gone show me sum'

Or ima slide off with another
Tryna smoke my gun

I gotta
Thick desert eagle
Put it on her tongue

And she gone blow it
Like a sax

They shakin ass or what?

I brung the bread I brung the bottle
That last supper love

I'm the vibe
Of all time
They never get enough

Piru Jesus
Is the handle tht they yell out lately

But I been Ap
Way before I owned an Ap

She see me booling looking dangerous
Bitch
Tht buz im dangerous

She won't approach me
But keeps looking
She must know I'm famous

She bit her lip
So I winked at her
Moved my trigger finger

I'm from tht trenches
In New Jersey all our hoods
Ain't playin
Beat a bitch box
Word to Tetris
Square out cubic inches

I'm fry n leaver
Word to Lila
Like I'm bro's with bender

In the futurama
She a Tatt my name
Below her kidney

Gun all in my hand
When I hit it
Case
Someone barge in on me

She late for her plans
But tht plan b ain't late out my pocket

I can't be her man
She lost her ring
When she went in Her wallet!

They say Qua u brazy
In or out the box
I think it's open

Call me jack
I reacher brazy button
Till I f*cker soulless

Im really best not them baby's
Or them Sean's or Yb

Dick in all they Bm's
Bet a milli
They gone call me PAPI

Ap one of them one's
Of them one's
Ima hunnit
U gone show me sum'

Or ima slide off with another
Tryna smoke my gun

I gotta
Thick desert eagle
Put it on her tongue

And she gone blow it
Like a sax

They shakin ass or what?

(I brung the bread I brung the bottle
That last supper love

I'm the vibe
Of all time
They never get enough

Pj....
Hitting insta models on a Pj

I really hate to Lie
So I stood n did my dougie

Flag in my hand
Tied her wrist behind lul waist

She look back bitting on her lip
Damn near bleeding

She yell Jesus
F*ckin demon

I slutter out like a heathan

Her Bby father ain't mean it
Blood I stuff his bitch with zucchini

I'm the best shorty let stroke

If I tell his bitch to row boats
She will row row
Like an usher does
With a finger up and she blows

Stop now, a no go
Enough dick
Knock down a back door
From the front
Yell timber as I poke
Put wood in her grill
Her ears blow smoke

All pipe in his bitch again

She wildn on the dick

Off a bean hit hitter half a week
We died then f*cked again!
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Ap one of them one's
Of them one's
Ima hunnit
U gone show me sum'

Or ima slide off with another
Tryna smoke my gun

I gotta
Thick desert eagle
Put it on her tongue

And she gone blow it
Like a sax

They shakin ass or what?

I brung the bread I brung the bottle
That last supper love

I'm the vibe
Of all time
They never get enough

Piru Jesus
Is the handle tht they yell out lately

But I been Ap
Way before I owned an Ap

She see me booling looking dangerous
Bitch
Tht buz im dangerous

She won't approach me
But keeps looking
She must know I'm famous

She bit her lip
So I winked at her
Moved my trigger finger

I'm from tht trenches
In New Jersey all our hoods
Ain't playin
Beat a bitch box
Word to Tetris
Square out cubic inches

I'm fry n leaver
Word to Lila
Like I'm bro's with bender

In the futurama
She a Tatt my name
Below her kidney

Gun all in my hand
When I hit it
Case
Someone barge in on me

She late for her plans
But tht plan b ain't late out my pocket

I can't be her man
She lost her ring
When she went in Her wallet!

They say Qua u brazy
In or out the box
I think it's open

Call me jack
I reacher brazy button
Till I f*cker soulless

Im really best not them baby's
Or them Sean's or Yb

Dick in all they Bm's
Bet a milli
They gone call me PAPI

Ap one of them one's
Of them one's
Ima hunnit
U gone show me sum'

Or ima slide off with another
Tryna smoke my gun

I gotta
Thick desert eagle
Put it on her tongue

And she gone blow it
Like a sax

They shakin ass or what?

(I brung the bread I brung the bottle
That last supper love

I'm the vibe
Of all time
They never get enough

Pj....
Hitting insta models on a Pj

I really hate to Lie
So I stood n did my dougie

Flag in my hand
Tied her wrist behind lul waist

She look back bitting on her lip
Damn near bleeding

She yell Jesus
F*ckin demon

I slutter out like a heathan

Her Bby father ain't mean it
Blood I stuff his bitch with zucchini

I'm the best shorty let stroke

If I tell his bitch to row boats
She will row row
Like an usher does
With a finger up and she blows

Stop now, a no go
Enough dick
Knock down a back door
From the front
Yell timber as I poke
Put wood in her grill
Her ears blow smoke

All pipe in his bitch again

She wildn on the dick

Off a bean hit hitter half a week
We died then f*cked again!
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Writer: Quajer Washington
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