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devy quills - juse! lyrics

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verse 1

i think broads, i can’t be specific
i’m in the water, atlantic, pacific
my standard of living on salmon and shrimp
and i drip when i walk, like a janitor n-gga

you bit who we are
that’s cannibalism
midnight marauder, like jamming with tip
snap on this b-tch, like toto in kansas
flow went bananas, then swam with the fish

these n-ggas cap, steve rogers
move with a hammer, but can’t lift it
bucky buchanan, ya man switching
you in the can cause ya man snitched
big man on campus
she a big fan and her man sick
and he wanna flex like he the connect
but buddy you ain’t got the bandwidth
steady

throw in the kick and the 808s
i’ll pen a written and save the day
like shoot me a brick, see it fade-away
i’ll do it different in a major way
like new edition back in 88’
future vivid, i ain’t superst-tious, rocking true religion with a baby face

chorus:

blue face bounty hunter, i want all the bread
plus a soufflé out the oven. parmesan with egg
with kool-aid pouches on me. all them jawns is red, i got juice
my crew placing dollars on ya head

verse 2:

you ain’t a kingpin you the weed man
probably got a linkedin moving tree grams
like “n-gga i got what you need man”
we shot it with bosh, then went to miami like all of patnas is heat fans
you think you gone pop and i not get my grammy my dawg you just hopped off the deep end

and neptune the pool, you know
but i been on cruise control
i’m in a cl-ss of my own
but i can still school you bro
i keep it cool, i do not heat the chrome but do not let it fool you bro
i pick up the phone, bring the set your home like i clock in at rooms to go

like i ain’t even make an appearance
i got my goons to go
they leave you shaken and furious
the mop and the broom for show
i see that you faking experience, making em think your platoon a pro
probably ain’t even that serious
you not even using that pole

i’m like a father of four
the broads call me papi but taught me the flow
n-ggas who copy but feel like they rocky be knocking me over like broccoli smoke
they giving their side piece the chanel
i’m on my street hockey, in line with my goals
play me like my name don’t ring a bell
well mine i’ll pull up and knock on ya door

or hop on ya yacht, get to rocking the boat
i could name drop, but i got control
my mom and pop, think i’m hyperactive
but i’m on fire, i stop drop and roll

i got the brain, i got it in bulk
they got the plays, i got the quotes
rocking with phaze, rocking with goat
i dropped in ya lane, it’s not even close

ya head

(chorus)

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