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quilly - lights out (freestyle) lyrics

[intro: quilly]

yeah, this sh-t sound good brent
i like this (we keepin’ all that)
turn the beat up some more in my headphones
(b-tch i’m all that)

[verse 1: quilly]

n-gg-s’ shot me, i ain’t even die
5 30s, i ain’t even high
told my girl “yeah, i’m cheatin’ b-tch”
f-ck these hoes, i don’t need to lie
blue d-cky, when i’m in the club
pair of b-tters, i ain’t even fly
stevie wonder ribbon in the sky
farrakhan, yeah i need a pie
plain rollie, no ice in it, cr-p table, put the dice on it
home in (?) tryna clean the house, whats the bet?
put your life on it. perc d-ck; got your wife on it
your loyalty gotta price on it, my dope a 10 got em moon walking
and the stamp got mike on it
i got a dot on me now, soft
i’m rockin’ it now, broke n-gg-s’ caught me lackin’
tell em come rob me right now
this year, i’ma smoke somethin’, go to jail, i’ma poke somethin’
i ain’t never runnin’ out of work, call (?) then a boat comin
funk flex got a bomb on me, lunch money; got a dime on me
i can f-ck your aunt, sister, mom; prolly got your grandma on me
16, used to run the spot, 17 wit a f-ckin’ block
out of pocket, hittin’ b-tches raw, got burnt by a f-ckin’ thot
give a bad b-tch 5 minutes, i don’t care if she c-m or not
hi-tech, i’ma clean the jar, every drop; can’t waste that
d.a. want my case back, call shaka; he gon’ spank that
p.diddy told you “take that”, hold up brent, bring the b-ss back
i bought your b-tch a pair of knee pads
mom think i need rehab, take my shot wit a tea bag
hit my girl’s cousin, now she mad
made it up with another purse, she blew my high;
popped another perc
b-tch, you talkin’ to the wave lord, sold her offsh-r-
now she wanna surf
uh, paid in full; money mitch
you’re pocket watching; uncle ice
you just rode another d-ck, i just caught another flight
nasty wit the flow, nothin’ nice, this just somethin’ light
she dm’d me her number this mornin’, i bet i f-ck tonight!
i mariah carey’d it, jim carey; carry sh-t
smokers on some “losing isaiah”, halle berry sh-t
no qualitest or mgp, only berry sip
money in the camens, i could dig it up and bury it
fresh home, every time i drop, it’s a heat wave
call me after 9, i made a dime off the prepaid
moncler onesies, i was born wavy
side b-tch draw’n in my comments actin’ crazy
transport the white like i’m drivin’ ms. daisy
i can go felipe’s or 3 wings, rice and gravy
all i ever wanted was a rollie rollie
i’m in an audi doin doughnuts, holy moly
they had me in the jail, no bail in a dipsy
i’m tellin’ shaka johnson “get me home fore’ they forget me”
i hit a b-tch and drop her off, spin in like a frisbee
dope like the 60s, the stamp; walt disney

- quilly lyrics

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