Lyrics:
plotted the drive
I mapped out every quarter mile
I should've laid low, should've laid low
Should've laid low, should've laid low
Should've laid low,
a shooter cause every quarter see a pents fly
Trynna save my money but I'm knowin' the rents high
You get high, watching hentai at ya bed time
Doing
been all about the money
And advancing every quarter crossing borders where it's sunny
Land-marking and disembarking, still an arson
When burning down
out every quarter, soon I'ma take it over
Character built from pressure, almost killed you bout my daughter
You got me fucked up, they classify me
niggas
Think he a jock we got problems nigga
Ima bail bro out tonight
Ima bail bro out tonight
I'm making plays every down every quarter
swapped in a dime
slimes shit off camera ain't no takin pics (Slatt)
Every quarter I need a quarter ticket
Chrezy this shit really cost fuck ya feelings
Fuck you mean, ain't
doesn't have to hurt at all
Every folly, every quarter I have lost
Takes some adding and some blood to count the cost
But I've done all that I could
and a quarter, babe
She's a Detroit made
Deuce and a quarter, babe
Just about every cat I know wants him a coupe de ville
I pay half the price and get twice
nephews peddle bikes because they special
Let you tell it man I'm fallin' well
Somebody must have caught him 'cause
Every fourth quarter, I like to Mike
the counter that thrives to the pauses and strokes
Every quarter half note playing to the millisecond
When the clock times up, better be in good stand (Good
quarters
Now my music run out the store every quarter Got voodoo dolls for enemy daughters
Hot water, torture, scorcher How you callin' authorities when I
shits without a deal?"
But fuck it, I'ma keep it real
Every quarter, bxtch another quarter mill
Muthaphuck how bxtches feel when I'm really in the field
drips from every pore
From every pore
From every pore
Q quarters
Q quarters
Q quarters
Come to Q quarters
We're watching heads of state from
up
Wait, Embiid with the floater
Droppin' like fifty every quarter
I'm finna murder him, burden' him
Fully discourage him
Cut off his limbs, grill
& the singing from the ceiling never stops
""Buy the product & be free!
Live a life of luxury!""
& it says so on tv
Every quarter of an hour
Consuming all
I'm not the worrying kind,
But you, you lose every time
You lose every nickel, dime, quarter, dollar,
five, ten, twenty
It's a crime that you
trapped for every quarter gained
I don't do this shit for fame, bitch, I do this shit for gang
Since when did I go against the grain? Gave them niggas
for what it’s worth
seconds ticking i’m picking up
shifts at work
I’m going’ hard every quarter i hit the floor
To be remembered like Kobe by 24
Im
I wish I had a nickel
For every quarter I let slide
Like a memory with wings
Across a jukebox sky
Well I wouldn't trade a teardrop
Scars that
Money and good p****'s a fatal attraction for men
She hits me every night quarter past ten
And with every call her voice got a little more intense
Now
gone (I'm gone)
But then I'm back again
Money and good pussy's a fatal attraction for men
She hits me every night quarter past ten
And with every call
had our chance
I keep that paper in my pocket
From when you wrote your number down
I take it out and I think of you
Every time I see a quarter
whip
Traffic in them bags, I was takin' trips
Same clothes every day, coppin' quarter bricks
Quarterback in every play was a quarter flip
100k off a jug,
to every story
every quarter I pick up
I realize it's just my luck, it disappears
it ain't quite the root of evil
but ain't quite the path to love
So I
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