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quilly - hsh 6 (intro) lyrics

[hook]
crystal ball
there’s so many things i need to know
crystal ball
there’s so many things i’ve got to know
crystal ball
won’t you tell me please before i go
crystal ball

[verse 1: quilly]
“why you standing in the projects quilly
it’s time to go”, “why the f-ck you got a bomb on you
quilly you bout’ to blow”
all nighters at sunny’s house, knowing i got a show
all these rappers lukewarm, you hot
i’m like “i know”
leroy, i got the glow, this sh-t slow
move that white like pillsbury boy i want the dough
i was trappin’ in my smokers house, sleepin’ on a (?)
move dimes, chop 20s the size of croutons
them b-tches like “cut me a check if you do sign”
in due time, i ain’t waitin’ on a deal like coupons
on dek, i got some paper behind me
them snakes closer than you think, i got some haters beside me
dumb n-gg-s’ can’t figure the ovi
their read soggy
f-ckin’ b-tches like bill cosby, i need some head prolly
if i did that 4 to 8 baby, would you wait baby?
or f-ck my man soon as they send me upstate, maybe
the game shady, 1, i own these n-gg-s’; tracy mcgrady
word to mommy, bought the tommy d-ck tracy
i was a dirty n-gg-, but all my cousins was wavy
my auntie took me to strawbridge’s way before macy’s
the game crazy, i own my publishing, can’t rape me
money is safe, but the whistle never on safety
i keep the toaster, strudel, i make pastries
in the kitchen, gettin’ back, i know you lames hate me
this b-tch givin’ up the coochie, but i ain’t goin’ sushi
she fightin’ it, the rollie buss down like a loosie
i look a n-gg- in his eyes like “don’t be surprised”
i stretch before i put that work out; exercise
i stop everything i’m doin’ when i hear a (?)
you doin’ everything you can just to stop the grind
droppin’ dimes, givin’ up tape, can’t even gangsta grill
i c-ck back, give em 30 like they taking pills
my n-gg- had a good year, till’ they gave him wheels
i’m bussin’ traps for the thrills, that sh-t give me chills
i had to step it up, rocky balboa, word to noah
i’m here, it ain’t there, that sh-t is over
cook c-ke in a coffee pot, not foldgers
why would they cop them lil’ nickels? they could cop boulders
i put that sho box money in my td
word to red’s, i’m gettin’ money like my n-gg- “e”
i graduated from standin’ on that hot corner
i put my lil n-gg-s’ in the field; pop warner
chill baby, stop draw’n, you just a bad light skin jawn
you not foreign
i got picks now, i got your sister on my d-ck now
i don’t even make twerk songs, so why she strip down?
you thought “real one” was a hit
watch how i get now
they say them tables turn, flip this whole sh-t round

[hook]
crystal ball
there’s so many things i need to know
crystal ball
there’s so many things i’ve got to know
crystal ball
won’t you tell me please before i go
crystal ball

[talking/ending]
“who k!lled sanchez?
“scary lil b-tch please… i’m one of the realest n-gg- left outchea… you think i’m bout to miss my chance of becoming a real n-gg- by telling you who reallh did it? when i know who did it…. but i ain’t bout to tell you cuz imma take the charge.. that’s what real n-gg-s do… you got the game f-cked up outchea.. you a whole hoe outchea!!!”

- quilly lyrics

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