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quilly - philly state of mind lyrics

[verse 1: quilly]
they like “quilly, we see you ballin”
i used to ride the bench, she used to make me check her
now, she f-ckin’ on the strength
my old head hit me wit some work, he ain’t see me broke since
i was off but now i got the sauce; j. prince
balenciagas on a rainy day, shoot you then i fade away
ain’t no purple so the berry take the pain away
i’m bout to hit a lick and put a brick on lay-away
the dubs look like 50s, the 50s look like i give weight away
money over b-tches, man, these b-tches ain’t got sh-t for me
matter fact, hold this work, buss this script for me
i sold c-ke in the whole pennsylvania
the only way i’m sittin’ is if they give me a detainee
my young bol will shoot your lights out; no brainer
i tell em spin your block and he gon’ draw; no painter
i got a pocket full of new beans, hot wings; blue cheese
pull up in an all white audi, it cost 2 keys
fn tucked under my belt wit the 2 cs
them b-tches used to flea me, they ain’t pay me no mind
i tried to keep (?) real but today, she got time
them tables turn, i’m at the kitchen table baggin’ a 9

[verse 2: chic raw]
yeah, (?) wit the double souls
i let you n-gg-s’ skinny jean; that young thugga role
i still be in the hood servin’ b-tter rolls
hittin’ papi for the re-up like “w-ssup wit those?”
let off a shot wit the ratchet and fell in love with those
got my foot in the door, i’m bout to shut it close
and, shut the blinds, i want what’s mine, the whole enchilada
this purple syrup i’m sippin’, this ain’t aunt jemima
grams of powder turn you stone just like medusa face
prolly charges i caught, i abuse the case
you bout to lose this race, you f-ckin’ wit a natural sprinter
my game on all-madden n-gg-, it’s p-ssed beginner
get p-ssed the winter, make the summer hot as fish grease
the drug landlord, he hit me wit a brick lease
you know a 6 piece, and, i ain’t talkin’ chicken nuggets
i got that a1 sauce if i don’t fit the budget

[verse 3: garci]
n-gg-s’ screamin’ “greenlight”, that just mean it’s go time
i’ma get it either way, fast money, slow grind
real life dope dealer, real n-gg-s’ cosign
back block hot plate, gl-ss pot; goldmine
my og told me “stay from where the trouble at”
made a 100,000 in the streets and then i doubled that
real talk, b-tches see me and they double back
i hit the yola wit the soda and i double that
rubberband gwap, gettin’ to it, i don’t ever pop
and, i got your queen in the trap like i’m fetty wap
ever had an issue wit a n-gg-, that’s a steady shot
rolex; ap, all gold; every watch

[verse 4: rediroc]
trap season, put me on the scale and weigh me
money marathon, dash the cash like i’m damon
if i gotta bring it to you, just add it to what you pay me
you ain’t meaning what you say, it ain’t no reason to say it
business instead of games, look how i’m flicking my wrist
lobster, mac-n-cheese, we mccormick and schmick’s
the 11’s was for me, i balenciaga’d my b-tch
pop 30 in that clip and i promise all of em hit
blow the gas, got the whip all smokey
my daughters see a dad, the judge see me as a felon
ask em how i got my name, from that sh-t that i be sellin’
i’m in the field sellin’ birds like chip kelly
i’m gone

[verse 5: vodka]
ooh, now a days, n-gg-s’ got a lot of lizard in em
scaly skin, slimy wit a lot of venom in em
that’s why i don’t hesitate to meet em in the middle
wit the pistol in my pocket, point it, ready to pick em
i never was a “yes man”, more of a “no n-gg-”
and, it’s nothin’ to send a (?) go gettas
that’s just how the food chain go, in that rhythm
rats ratted, snake bit em, (?) pot whip em
12 (?), 12 skinny’s on the back block wit em
12 degrees outside in the crack house chillin
eatin’ trap house chilly wit a smoker named billy
off the same spoon the dope was on that hit squirley
code name for the girls, we watchin’ laverne & shirley
i grew up too fast, i learned it too early
i was (?) drinkin’ syrup, but my clothes was still from europe
steak was still from france and whips was from the auction
and, i still wasn’t ballin

- quilly lyrics

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