Lyrics:
feeding leaches that's eatin'
Then that could really begin to put a dent in expenses
Then again, Em, you'll be paying for this bill
Because we all can tell
me, know that I'll never let her
Do-re-mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me
It ain't no limit
Beating up the block tryna get a knot of it 1 for 250 give me 2 for 500
I'ma keep it real I ain't doing a lot of drugs But the ones that I did boy I
that’s just in me man
I Got to pick it up don’t want to end in the slump
But my friends tell me you an early dude why you rappin man
I got a voice but you
And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again
My name is Quik or just call me Q
But it doesn't really matter to you
'Cause I'm the same person
Whether
taking days off
You know I’m a ghetto boy
Hustle till the sun goes down
I cant get enough
Not sure who can tell me what
Haters I just brush em off
Get
Rickey
Uh, Talk to me talk to me talk to me
Ol big fine ahh, tryna tell you yeah
Look, Aight bet so you see me riding in all by myself
I been riding
our people on some love shit
I can tell the way you really moving, you ain't done shit
Now that's some dumb shit
Ey
Know the sound this shit wavy boy
Like I'm servin' Sunday service
Call the pole
Tell your mama pray for baby boy
Streets ain't safe no more
Lookin' like they hate my folk
Knowin' that
you know I gotta give
More for the dancefloor and I'ma give brain sore
Kids revin and buzzin just like a chainsaw
I make em say: Damn man, that Kid,
Spend a stack, make it back
I've been moving static how they tell me I'm not that?
I go steady in the city I got two
Six boys out the car, how we
Spend a stack, make it back
I've been moving static how they tell me I'm not that?
I go steady in the city I got two
Six boys out the car, how we
at Hillsong
Aye, aye, aye, bra
I got this crazy idea for a music video
Just call all the boys
Tell 'em, tell 'em
Wear all black
Tell some of 'em bring a Bally
Strip to Detroit
Say hip-hop only destroy
Tell em' look at me, boy!
I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D-boy
Alright, already the show
been Teddy
Oh somebody tell me what's happenin'
I'm caught up, this ain't the way me and my boys was brought up
(word em up) Maybe I'm gettin' excited
clothes
And by the end of the night I'll have a million hoes
I like hood boys
Yeah
They from the gutter
He got lots of bitches I wish I could tell his
the type of n**** that got it and break down a key
Remember me? J to the A, are-you-L, E baby
Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell
Fill they
When that nigga die, they say we killed em for nothin
I cannot go, got it on me Boy you gon' do with your homie
She tell me come over, she lonely I give
You Bluffin
Knew from the jump
That he a stupid man
Yea I need some money
I need stupid bands
Yea that boy all in love
Call em cupid man
Yea one shot
the trappin'
In the cell and i swear that they trapped in
Fake Hard
And i know that they actin
Nowadays bitches booties by plastic
Niggas fake and they cap with
laughin'
That's a metaphor for any
Rapper who wants it
I smack 'em til their nose is running
You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
And the hoes is cumming
your dreams boy
Dont drown in that hourglass waiting
Waiting on your dream boy
(Ouhhh)
Tell me about
These niggas be my clones
I should hire some decoys
and boy don't quit"
I say This is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that
'cause the way I write rhymes you will
(Sample)
Young boy in a grown man's body
Young boy with a grown man's soul
I just wanna tell somebody
I just wanna let you know
Young boy in a grown
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