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quilly - kerosene lyrics

[intro]
quilly millz, n-gg-
i’m rapped out, yeah!

[verse 1: quilly]
quilly millz in the building with the real n-gg-s
fake n-gg-s take heave to a real n-gg-
hottest in the streets, that’s without a deal, n-gg-
when you get a deal, how they gonna deal with you?
b-tches never said yes to me, now they can’t say no to me
she jumping on the d-ck, she ride that stick
that bad b-tch controlling me
know i got that buddha on
horseshoes all over me
i’m strapped plus my shooters here
you b-tch n-gg-s ain’t folding me
pop guns like new years
pop bottles like new years
and i got that hermes you got to wait like two years
i’m so wavy that the mall called me
i got the type of d-ck that make the broads stalk me
walk in your party, bottle service like it’s our party
shipping pepper on the denim got ’em all salty
five pen on hat, fresh pair of charles barkley
these n-gg-s cops check for their walkie talkies
whole nother bankroll, n-gg-, different day
i’m trying to kick her out
you’re trying to get that b-tch to stay
smoke great, get a milkshake from chick-fil-a
everyday these b-tches compliment a n-gg- lay
it ain’t what a n-gg- say is what a n-gg- show
i ain’t gotta say i’m real, n-gg-s know!
b-tches feel a n-gg- ghost i ain’t even die
i’m still dripping for the mall, i ain’t even dry
me and gillie forty forty pop a spade hoe
getting major figures, k!lling with my spade flow
and don’t be stepping on my j’s, hoe
and don’t be smoking all my haze, hoe
and you can f-ck it with these lames, hoe
you could have had michael jackson, you jermaine though
i’m really live, and you just a lie hundred dollars for my plate
and that’s just the size
n-gg-s see me in the hood and they look surprised
the party started, b-tch i just arrived
fish-bone, no t-t, b-tch!
my jean jacket cost your rent b-tch!
you should be cutting me a check, i’m the sh-t, b-tch
i ain’t paying for no p-ssy, i’m a pimp, b-tch!
every night i’m with some burger steak and shrimp sh-t benni hanna collasal crab with b-tter dip
you’re acting hollywood, you are some other sh-t
every seven days a n-gg- in another whip
every forty-eight, we was bagging off a brick
and every twenty-four, i’ll be with another b-tch!

- quilly lyrics

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