a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

quilly lyrics lyrics

[verse 1]
if i ruled the world, i’d lower the c-ke prices
raise the welfare, and lower the perc prices
you can pay for a feature even though the flow priceless
whole team muslim, we at war like isis
300 deep, i’m the leader, leonidas
i talk heavy, my mouth dirty, gingivitis
a party for the real n-gg-s, ya’ll not invited
he gettin’ money but he a rat, ya’ll b-tches like it
one n-gg- break ya’ll heart, ya’ll b-tches dike it
powder from columbia, the sour came from dyckman
i gave ’em the plain jane rollie, no icing
do the right thing with the red bottoms and spiked it
h-lly hansen on like i’m bout to go hiking
so wavy, laila ali, your hoe fight it
thinking should she f-ck me or you, indecisive
thriller when i get on the mic but i ain’t light-skin
moonwalk all on the track cause i’m the nicest
streets cold, minnesota viking, it’s biting
internet gangsta, you gon’ k!ll me with the typing
iron on me, i ain’t fightin’, i ain’t tyson
quilly, q-pac, don’t forget to put the hyphen
… i must be exciting!
c-ke in the pyrex pot, drop the ice in
break the whole pattie pie down, get to slicing
with my new-new b-tch skating in the rover
i’m hot now, i give them b-tches the cold shoulder
never let a side b-tch break your house hold up
if she cross that line, then it’s over
i dump my shot, then i’m chasin’ it with folgers
still high from last week, i’m never sober
drop a whole dot in the pot, then bag boulders
i f-cked your girl and her friends, you told her
i’m gettin’ more money than you, you older
you call that n-gg- your old head, that n-gg- owe us
real ain’t what about you say, it’s what you show us
every friday, i touch hills and shoulders
bullets shampoo, they hitting heads and shoulders
shoot your lights out like kobe, n-gg-s’ cobras
paperwork clean, you can check my whole folder
i don’t even club unless they put me on the poster
55 bottles, why the f-ck i need a coaster?
i don’t even drink, i’m just standing on the sofa
i don’t make it rain, every dollar go to sosa
8th of hi-tech, f-ck around and need a..uh
your man, he the shooter, your just hold the gun holster
b-tch n-gg- wouldn’t pop bread out the toaster
f-ck in the car, treat the hoe like i’m suppose to
led her ride me, great adventures, roller coasters
we can be friends after that, nothing closer
29, give them calm linens with the loafers
you do it for the radio, i do it for the culture
k!lling these rappers, eat their corpse like vultures
i’m a king, i’ma hit your queen, i’ma poke her
on the strength, you ain’t play your cards right, joker
you hang with a rat, i rather chill with my smokers
drop it to the oils like cappuccino mocha
got a bomb on me right now, i’m a soldier
frank lucas work, i ain’t tell but i told you
dope with the pepsi stamp, minus the soda
juice in my sprite, pot full of coca-cola
get my scripts from dr. pepper, i’ma flex her
hundred dollar fanta, 4 o’s, nothing lesser
pulled up in an audi, pulled off in a tesla
dope fiends leave the trap house on a stretcher
i lost a calm 8 but i’m still 7 up, i really leveled up
ya’ll done woke the devil up
so, i’ma give them h-ll, f-ck it, i’ma break the scale
put a quarter in the water, it bubble like ginger-ale!
my phone pop, i don’t play the block
i’m at the sugar house bussin’ traps while i play the slots
p-ss the rock off to my youngin’, i just coach it
the type of grams i put together, i can’t post it
i got a fat b-tch, i don’t f-ck, i just milk her
i keep it a bean, i ain’t never had a filter
i turned a b-m b-tch to a bad b-tch, built her
she went left, i took her right back, k!lled her
the grind like a goldmine, lucky charms in it
over the pot, vince carter, put my arm in it
trap do the p-ssy so i’m going hard in it
white came back tan, i chico debarge whipped it!
from a hole in the wall and p-ssy hard ways
i break a dot down i’m giving them all trays
i let a quarter boil for change like arcades
when the whistles cutting like clippers they all fade
team milatim[?] we giving out bald cuts
i trap inside the delis ain’t selling no cold cuts
that word krispy kreme we whipping them dough nuts
a n-gg- sad he f-cked my b-tch so what?
i make your b-tch trip, bust traps and hold nuts
rap to rest and these n-gg-s is gold dust
my eye on the dollars and haters and my peripheral
i rap trapping and getting that workout like elipticals
high as ray charles i could never p-ss the physical
two twisters like sister sister they identical
i feel like i’m the hottest since pac died
for the chickens we coming with drums like popeye’s
oils, racing to the block like mac 5
i shot three beams, sip lean til i’m [?]
bunch of snakes in the gr-ss you gotta watch guys
hop and turn around give you a hot.. mm
i got my chips up [?] selling like hot fries
you home girls are on my home boys ah ah
them onions smelling like funyuns i’m cooking dumplings
i let the cheese grow in my pocket is growing fungus
is in her [?]
lumberjack jacket i’m wavy as paul bunyan
the thing is out we banging out, paul walker
my team all clappers you n-gg-s is all talkers
flow is out of sp-ce shaw rock [?]
4 in the morning the clip hanging past curfew
dimes like 20’s the 20’s like 50’s
the 50’s eight ball same color like lil’ bibby
quarter brick is [?] break it down to rice krispies
[?] one of y’all house like i’m digging, uh
c-ke on the digi residue on the floor
i was on house arrest selling crack on my porch, i got
million dollar schemes and hundred dollar habits
you spent your [?] ball on tricks you silly rabbit
my b-tch thick as sh-t all she eat is rice and cabbage
two stepping on the dance floor cause i don’t dab it
my n-gg-s ain’t gotta steal from me cause they can have it
if one y’all n-gg-s steal from me ya let em have it
ooh, p-ssy ya let ’em have it
the eagle hanging down the jag, donavan mcnabb it
my b-tch swipe for me y’all get wavy off of plastic
selling crack out the ziploc no time to bag it
my pop was a addict my mom still a addict
i wake up 10 dimes missing that sh-t tragic
build a house in lower merion next to kobe pop
s[?] came big as my son minus the shoulder stock
my phone pop they wanna send me to prison
cause my plot doing the p-ssy like a conjugal visit
in the new machine [?] talk to me like michael [?]
you let ’em n-gg-s k!ll your dog, michael vick
tec with the cooler on it, a fn with the ruler on it
rules to the game i could school ya on it
i spin the c-ke on the pot counter clockwise
hit it with ciroc watch it bubble like peroxide
i’m down the bottom with the [?] from the top side
she was thinking benihana’s i was thinking popeye’s
she thinking dine i’m thinking wings and hot fries
you thinking 62 i’m thinking more [?] 9
what’s so special about your 38 to this glock 9
i raise h-ll no matter where or who the devil
move smooth with the [?] metal
[?] with the ruby [?] pebbles
if she leave will your hoe come back?
i’m where about, when i grab will the c-ke come back?
put crumbs to the side maybe lowes[?] come back
so next time i grab maybe boats[?] come back
i got high, i don’t wanna get high no more
i got fly, i don’t wanna get fly no more
shoot you 30 three times you can’t die no more
i close shops a certain times you can’t buy no more
o’s like krispy kremes i just fried some more
i ain’t looking for no love i just find some wh-r-s to make her
shine and shop and then shine some more
kick her out on sunday hope she find the lord, flex
kick her out on sunday hope she find the lord
n-gg-s is singing amazing grace on me
[?] flop i bath in apes
[?] the high, you n-gg-s [?] the taste
i don’t trust you over the phone better face to face my lawyer
david blaine, my casey [?]
punt[?] spiked, kool-aid grape, ahead of my time
[?] rappers two days late, my j’s
two weeks early, f-ck [?] i escape
on these hoes like rain minus the truck fit
getting back rubbed, d-ck sucked and my nuts licked
you top 5 shouldn’t even be a tough pick
if i ain’t your number one you deaf, blind and dumb, b-tch
f-ck who you come with, is bout who you run with
whoopi goldberg dreads all black nun sh-t
asked her cause you pump sh-t
riding foreign, i throw you in the front of the car, that’s your trunk b-tch
f-ck being smart broke, let’s get dumb rich
whipping up the white until it turns into sunkist[?]
my son is 7, my trap is 7 eleven
my b-tch get on my nerves i need an excedrin
beat you the f-ck up no need for weapon
my smokers get they rocks and roll like led zeppelin
check your b-tch before i check your pitch
connect then[?] step i got checks to get
i flex and [?] bottle service [?]
straight out of section 8 ain’t for extra sh-t
never broke if i break imma make it work
paid for like rico[?] before they pay for work
knock the power off, dope and sour off
put a number on your head they hit you like the power ball
wish i could smoke but i can’t so i’m pill popping
cartier, mr.roger coogies [?] bill cosby
wish i could smoke but i can’t so i’m pill popping
cartier, mr.roger coogies [?] bill cosby
still c-cky, run philly n-gg- i’m still rocky

[verse 2]
i’m at the top floor looking down
thinking, should i sh-t on n-gg-s that ain’t hold me down?
look at me now, f-ck n-gg-s let ’em hold around
when you wavy as quilly you ain’t supposed to trown[?]
when your heart full of anger you supposed to frown
[?] baddest b-tch got a show in town
i’m riving all the hot whips i was in them squadas[?]
[?] jealous like i did the pradas
f-cked up boyfriend, great baby father
i used to overthink my dreams like they was never real
i took that sh-t from hang st. to beverly hills
shopping at the beverly center
f-ck all b-tches named beverly, purple heavily
seen sh-t i ain’t never see
this b-tch told me she loyal i said you better be
cause the minute you ain’t you won’t be next to me
truck full of dog food pedigree, overweight lever
in the trap moving heavy [?]
money for a rainy day
so when you n-gg-s throwing shade i just fade away
i just fade away
take your trip like f-ck it, take your b-tch
or take the chip mj rings i’m taking 6 uh
tec so loud you can smell it thru compressors
word straight drop it was cook by professors
pepsi pints nothing more nothing lesser
racks in my pockets and that plastic getting [?]
got your city on fire go get on the roll[?]
this sh-t bigger than your block go f-ck up the globe
[?] told me stay focus [?]
my life a movie sit back enjoy the episodes
[?] n-gg-s is extra hoes you hanging with mr. cooper
me and [?] gon’ hooka, got the stylus in the booster
my mom i salute her, couple wh-r-s that align you[?]
some cousins that will shoot ya with em letters [?]
we got whitney and bobby, met me in the lobby
the perc still popping cause my brother pill cosby
steaks from del frisco, still go to max’s
balenciaga sneakers i treat ’em like air maxes
therapeutic king size from a air mattress
your pop was a rat, that make you a rat b-st-rd
clear the [?], 25 gram off of [?]
cool your dad hats[?]
strip for my doctor, i’m coll with the nurses
robbed my own wave, quilly still above surface
get smokers with three rows with each purchase[?]
chicken on me with the biscuits word to church’s
if your man ride you get back to back curses
i wanna a big bag tori [?]
i be in the county triple double i’m strechting
and i’m still cool in the jets, jorge jetson
[?] get they rocks and roll, led zeppelin
[?] is all in the work, two stepping
flush all the marijuana, [?]
take my team to the chip, quilly carry a clay[?]
30 milligrams of [?], i said 30 milligrams of the oxycontin
yeah, i got the soft and i got the rock
make a smoker walk 8 mile pop a [?]
she gon’ f-ck me on the strip[?] and nothing less
she gon’ f-ck you on the strip[?], you cutting checks
you get the whole magazine, bullets is 2x
bow with the double left, penfield bubble vest
hop out the ss and jump in the audi
i’m counting up shmoney and my rebels is rowdy
i ain’t throwing shade but your chain is cloudy
you can’t even say the word wave without me
low-top arenas, whipped up some pinas
i stopped washing clothes take my drawls to the cleaners, uh

- quilly lyrics lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS