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quadeca – thank you next lyrics

[intro: tony montana, quadeca and sad frosty]
ay, f-ck you man
who put this thing together
quadeca and frosty, like what?
me, that’s who
b-tch!

[verse 1: quadeca]
none of my sh-t f-cking match, i’m still the best dressed (uh)
“who just f-cked my b-tch?”
take your best guess hahaha uh
b-tch i wake up fresh i do not get dressed
my b-tch is evangelical christian, she like heck yes (amen)
okay, huh
saying no way like you jose, huh
i been k!lling sh-t like oj, huh
cancelling school when i go iced out, it’s a snowday, huh
okay, huh, we going up
when they see the check i’m getting they be throwing up (huh)
b-tch type q into motherf-cking google and i really be the first thing that be showing up (uh)

[chorus: quadeca]
i been like “thank you next”
i hit that b-tch with a thank you text
who been on that sh-t, better take your guess
when i’m out in palo alto like the grateful dead (huh)
call me kodak, i’m a suburban dude
they call you, huh, they call you what? we never heard of you (nope)

[verse 2: sad frosty]
i tell her thank you, next
callin’ quadeca shoot baby tec’s
ride with the choppa, i hit with the blade (ayy)
all of my shows look like a parade, what?
huh? yuh
why they goofy? they be talking that sh-t
hunnid bands got it all in my hip
i f-ck on that b-tch in the back of the whip, yuh, aye
oprah all up in my d-ck but you knew that (bye!)
feel like sheck wes, like, how that boy do that?
twenty racks in the strip club i just threw that, what?
hit for twenty in j-pan
shorty she knew i’m the man (bye!)
run in the guap and i cop the advanced, yah!

[verse 3: quadeca]
count the advances
f-ck an ak, i shoot cannons
your grandma just bought my tape for her grandkids
always thinking “what would jesus do?”
and i just f-cked a b-tch in my sandals
your favorite rapper got cancelled
i just spent $3,000 dollars to clear up a sample
just an example
100 mil on my channel
they all like, “that is substantial”
too much to handle, huh
when i talk sh-t it’s a scandal, huh
i do not rap i just ramble
roll on your block like some campbell’s
they all say that i am a handful
everybody belittle me
but i get hits like i’m playing in little league
so f-ck an industry plant
i’ll plant myself in the industry
in my own shoes, i ain’t givin’ no sympathy

[bridge: quadeca]
i been on the regular (regular)
tryna get ahead of ya, (head of ya) yeah
i don’t wanna let you know (let you know)
i don’t wanna let you go (let you go)
i just wanna be for you (be for you)
i’ll do everything i think you need me to (need me to)
i don’t wanna let you go (go), let you go, go

[outro: quadeca]
none of my sh-t f-ckin’ match, i’m still the best dressed, huh
take your best guess, hehehe, yeah

- quadeca lyrics

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