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ot7 quanny – write a book lyrics

[verse]
if i can’t get the guap then i can’t even go to sleep
i run that bag up faster than the wide receiver for the chiefs
i won’t go inside the club unlеss the fn is goin
and 30 n+ggas strapped outside my housе, it look just like sosa crib
money money, cash, sh+t you know that’s all i got
bust down, bust down, bust down watch
had the kick the b+tch out, she keep askin me bout pop

[hook]
you wanna write a book “how to get cash,” call up ot
pulled up with a b+tch, look like angelina jolie
i just poured a 3+1 in a faygo
lil broski gettin that bag, strapped like j+lo
hundreds hundreds, money money, that’s how my day go
i came in the house and my b+tch said i smell like a bankroll
i can chase the guap, n+gga, why would i chase hoes?
[verse]
i asked her who she like and she said ot her favorite
she just wanna f+ck me and you know i’m okay with it
i got points like mike, call me ot calvin cambridge
i just ran up a f+ckin hundred, wilt chamberlain
why you keep on askin questions? bro, you suspicious
i just left louie, had to sneak in a biscuit
she asked me can i eat the box, you know that that sh+t dead
baby girl come here, just give me your head
i thought that you was gettin guap, why you talk from the sidelines?
d+ckridin, cheerleadin, you need some pom poms
lil broski in the back, he’ll turn you to zaza
i’m just tryna leave with a chip like bron bron
different colors on my wrist, sh+t like a tie+dye
b+tch i’m gettin money, why the f+ck would i be stressed?
we gon put you on the list, p+ssy boy you gon be next
tell lil broski “shoot that n+gga,” i don’t know just what he on
i’m the youngest n+gga doin this sh+t, feel like pat mahomes
f+ck a rolls royce, treat the ‘cat like a beamer
i ain’t tryna fight, p+ssy boy, feel this nina
ima shoot this b+tch until it’s gilbert arenas
ima shoot this b+tch until it’s gilbert arenas

- ot7 quanny lyrics

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