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quilly - nw4 (freestyle) lyrics

-batcave studio-

[verse 1: quilly]

they got me in my snap bag, i guess this what the f-ck they wanted
4 circles, 4 p’s, my shot a couple hundred
i’m tryna score before the shot clock; a couple dozen
even if my family ratted, i don’t f-ck wit cousin
i be in the trap spot, baggin’ candy
they show me love in hip hop, my b-tch as bad as yandy
look through my contacts, all you see is smokers
and a couple real n-gg-s’, i deleted the jokers
i play the strip; magic city/onyx; strokers
my youngins’ runnin wild, they just squeezin toasters
whistle always in their hand like they don’t need a holster
i’m a paper soldier and you cousin “e”; a reefa roller
my name ringin’ through the whole city
i got players from uptown to o-city
sippin’ on peach circoc like i know diddy
i smoke a lot of gas and do the track so sh-tty
show me love like nas or hate me now
silencer on the pound, it won’t make a sound
sound? nah, n-gg- we spray the pound
(?) b-tch we lay em down

[hook: quilly]

i can talk about the streets, i can tell you bout me
i’ll tell you one thing, i’ma motherf-ckin’ “g”
i can tell you bout streets, i can tell about me
i’ll tell you one thing, i’ma motherf-ckin’ “g”
1 e.y.e., one thing about me
a n-gg- run the streets, i don’t ever get no sleep
1 e.y.e., one thing about me
a n-gg- run the streets, i don’t ever get no sleep
leggo

- quilly lyrics

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